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iamphibolous · 2 years
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tiannasfanfic · 1 year
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Conviction
Eddie Munson x Reader (Angst)
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Summary: Life takes an unexpected turn when a one time fling with your best friend leads to an unplanned pregnancy. Will years of friendship be enough to build a solid marriage off of...or are you destined for heartbreak due to a wandering eye like the town rumor mill predicts?
Rating: Explicit 18+
Author Note: Afab Reader, no pronouns used. Angst with a happy ending.
CW: Town gossip; bullying; unplanned pregnancy (no details); marriage; mentions of cheating; mentions of alcohol use; smut (p in v, fingering, kissing, dirty talk); consensual role play of a non-con situation.
Word Count: 8,332
Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore
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con·vic·tion - noun: a firmly held belief or opinion.
If you were to ask the people in Hawkins, life for you and Eddie Munson turned out exactly how they expected.
Eddie was branded an outcast while he was a child thanks to his dad. Edward Munson Sr had long been known in Hawkins as a hard-working criminal. Your car was stolen? The cops always checked out Munson’s place first. While no one blamed Eddie for his father’s mistakes, no one really wanted their kids to be around the son of a no-good common criminal either. It honestly surprised no one when Ed was finally put away for a long time due to car theft, which led to his parental rights being transferred to Wayne.
But despite Eddie going into his uncle’s care, the unfair reputation he’d gained during childhood followed along after him. He wasn’t a bad kid, by any means, nor did he get in much trouble. But once the town thinks of someone a certain way, it’s hard for them to break free of that. And, by this point, he’d taken a liking to heavy metal and playing the guitar, which further cemented his outcast status in their minds. Then his interest in fantasy led him to D&D, which led to the rumors of Satan worshiping. He evolved from being seen as just a mere outcast into a full-blown freak by the time he hit high school.
You, on the other hand, managed to fly under the towns radar for quite some time. While the two of you met the year before middle school and became fast friends, people only began to notice how your close friendship was during sophomore year. That’s when a spotlight finally found its way over to you. The rumor mill went absolutely crazy. Even though you weren’t dating Eddie, and this was a known fact, that didn’t really matter to anyone. You got labeled as his and the bullying began almost immediately.
After a while, Eddie tried to save you by severing the friendship, and made a big production of it in the cafeteria, much to your horror. But the damage had already been done. The teasing only got worse when people thought he’d grown tired of you. You weren’t even good enough for the freak, they said. It ended up being a miserable two months for both of you before you finally reconciled your friendship. Fortunately, the whole thing brought you two even closer together afterwards.
After that, the town knew exactly what was going to happen to you two. They predicted Eddie would have you knocked up before senior year and that you’d drop out of school. They seemed split on what would happen after that though. Some said Eddie would run off right away and leave you a single mom. Others said he would stay but would cheat and run off on you later, leaving you a single mom. They were quite surprised when you graduated high school without a baby in tow.
Since people in town didn’t expect Eddie to amount to anything, it surprised no one when he had to repeat his senior year twice. They felt vindicated in their beliefs when it was rumored Eddie was dealing drugs. The murder charges were a bit of a surprise, but nothing actually changed in the way the town thought of him once he was absolved of those. Eddie was still an outcast and a freak, just not one that was wanted for murder.
But that Spring Break led to everything changing between the two of you.
Once his name was in the clear and he had graduated, Eddie’s new group of friends combined with his old ones to throw him a party to celebrate. Everyone was able to cut loose and relax at Steve Harrington’s huge house, so a fun time was had by all. Sometime during the night, feeling both happy and a bit on the horny side, you made a drunken pass at Eddie. His response was favorable, which led to a romp in the back of his van.
It was an impulsive thing, nothing that had been planned or talked about or even thought about beforehand. Neither of you had really spoke about it afterwards, which you took as an unspoken agreement. It was a onetime thing, a moment of physical connection fueled by alcohol and a much-needed reminder that you both made it out of everything alive.
Three weeks later, a little white stick turned blue.
Once the shock wore off after a few days, Eddie became determined to do the right thing. He asked you to marry him. Not knowing what else to do, but knowing he was a good man and you could do much worse, you said yes.
That first eight months of your relationship was a whirlwind. Between planning and executing a small courthouse wedding, getting ready for the baby, and the pregnancy itself, you two didn’t get the opportunity to breathe much less get to enjoy each other’s company and feel each other out as a couple.
Once the baby was born, a baby boy you two named Eddie Wayne, life only got crazier.
Now that the expenses for a baby were added into the budget, money got tight with there only being one income in the house. Childcare was too expensive to justify you working, so Eddie picked up as much extra work as he could, working even longer hours at the garage where he was a mechanic. It was the only way to keep up with bills, but this meant he was away from home even more, sometimes not getting home until well after you and Eddie Wayne were already asleep.
And that was how it quietly went for almost two years. You kept up with everything in the house and the baby, and Eddie brought home the paycheck. It was a routine you both fell into, barely seeing and talking to each other except in passing, even on his rare days off. While you missed your best friend and the friendship you had before, you thought this was just how life went for new parents.
But then the people in town started to notice how often Eddie wasn’t at the house. People saw his van parked up at the garage until all hours. People noticed how you two were rarely seen together anymore.
And so, the rumor mill started up again.
Your relationship was on the rocks, they said. You two had grown apart, they said. You both were too young, they said. It was only a matter of time before this happened, they said.
You did your best to ignore it, like you always did.
But as the months went on though, you noticed the random looks you normally got from strangers became increasingly sympathetic looking. You noticed people whispering around you more. Then, oddly, people actually began approaching you to speak with you. It wasn’t idle chitchat, like you do when you bump into someone, but instead were asking you specific questions about how you were and how life was going. They seemed to be checking in on you with genuine concern, though that was a bit baffling since no one had bothered to care about you before now. You kept the interactions polite but couldn’t help wonder what their ulterior motive was.
It wasn’t long before you finally heard the big rumor that was prompting such a response from people.
Eddie was cheating on you.
They said that’s really why he was up at the garage so late, said it was the only place he could get away with it since you were always home. They said he actually had several girlfriends on the side, and never had to be with the same one twice in one week. And his poor wife, they said. Stuck at home with her head in the sand, blissfully ignorant to her husband’s nightly activities.
It angered you at first. Not what they were saying, but why they were saying it. It struck you as petty and juvenile. You couldn’t help but wonder if they had anything better to do, if their lives were really so dull that they had to focus on yours instead. Despite the way you two ended up together, you doubted Eddie would actually cheat on you. Eddie Munson was many things, but a cheat in any capacity had never been among them. The town was always wrong about him before, and they were definitely wrong about this.
But as the weeks went on, the rumors persisted and you heard them more, it began to gnaw at you. And, once the shred of doubt was planted in your mind, it steadily grew into suspicion and paranoia. You really didn’t want to believe it, but now you had a little voice in your head asking you, what if? It’s not like you were up at the garage to really know what was going on. And why would they be saying it so much if it wasn’t true, if someone hadn’t seen something for sure? The more time that passed, the more it drove you crazy and the more the very idea began to hurt.
You began to really pay attention and notice things after that. Whenever you tried to engage Eddie in conversation, his responses were always short and to the point. He didn’t talk about his day and didn’t really ask about yours except for things relating to Eddie Wayne. While there may have been distance between you two, Eddie never stopped doting on his son.
And the distance was clear now that you really thought about it. There wasn’t even that much affection between you two. He barely touched you and sex was a rarity. Often weeks would pass before one of you would initiate it, and, even then, it seemed halfhearted and tired. It felt more like a routine rather than something either of you really wanted to do. Even the kiss he gave you before leaving every morning was brief and chaste, given without hardly a glance as he did it.
One thing piled up on top of the other in your brain until one afternoon when the gnawing paranoia finally bit down and made you snap to attention. It wasn’t anything big or out of the ordinary that caused it. It was a Saturday afternoon and Eddie called you to let you know he’d be staying at work well past closing. He didn’t give specifics, just that he needed to get some things finished and that you shouldn’t wait up for him.
This kind of thing happened all the time, but you decided you couldn’t take the suspicion any longer. It felt more like you were more roommates than spouses by this point, and it was eating away at you. You had to find out if the rumors were true.
You knew getting into the garage to surprise him wouldn’t be hard. A long time ago, Eddie had proven himself trustworthy enough for the owner to give him his own key to the place, as well as a spare to keep at home. While Eddie always had his key with him, you knew where the spare was since you’ve had to take it up there to Eddie a couple times when he accidentally locked his keys inside the building. With that in hand, you’d have no problem getting in after closing without having to give Eddie a heads up.
But, at the same time, your gut was telling you to be cautious and think this through carefully. A large part of you was still convinced your husband wouldn’t betray you like that. He had been your best friend for years and had never tried to deliberately hurt you before. You didn’t want to just barge in and interrupt your husband at his job with accusations flying when all you had to go on was the town gossip. You wanted to have an actual excuse for going up there if this all turned out to be nothing.
Since Eddie Wayne was a little over 18 months old at this point, Uncle Wayne had been offering to keep him overnight sometime so you and Eddie could have an evening alone together. He was overjoyed when you called to finally take him up on that offer and he picked up his grandson for a sleepover shortly afterwards.
Once your son was off with his grandpa, you got a quick dinner made. It wasn’t anything fancy, just spaghetti with a small splurge of meatballs, but it was something cheap and easy that you and Eddie both loved. You made two lunch containers of it, then stored the rest of the leftovers away in the fridge. You packed up both lunch containers, some silverware, and napkins into a paper sack, and then headed up to the garage where Eddie worked.
On your way there, the nerves started building. You were nauseous with them by the time you pulled into the parking lot. You identified Eddie’s van right away, but as you got out of your car, you realized there was no way to tell if he was alone before you went inside. The parking lot was half full of vehicles, and you had no way of knowing which ones were there to be worked on, or if any of them belonged to a late-night visitor.
Taking a deep breath, you tried to prepare yourself for anything as best you could and let yourself into the front door.
There was no bell overhead to announce your presence as you walked inside, so your arrival was thankfully quiet. It wouldn’t have really mattered had there been a bell though, you could hear music drifting into the reception area from an open door behind the counter that led to the garage area proper. You could hear a song from Megadeth’s latest album drifting into the room.
Following the sound of the music, you stepped through the door out into the garage. You couldn’t see much since most of the bays had a vehicle in it and it was dark The only light you could see was coming from the far end of the building, near the back wall by the office.
You carefully made your way through the semi dark garage, being careful not to trip on any stray hoses or tools. As you got closer to the light and music, you still couldn’t see anything thanks to a few stacks of tires and a large, upright toolbox. But once you stepped around those though, you got a full, unobstructed view of the very last vehicle bay.
And what you saw made you stop in your tracks.
There was a Jeep was parked in that last bay, with its hood up and a light clamped onto it. Eddie was bent over under the hood at an awkward angle, trying not to get in his own light and stretched out as if trying to reach something at the very back. It was really hot here at the back of the garage, so Eddie had the top half of his coveralls down around his waist. He’d also shed the wife beater he normally wore under the coveralls, leaving him completely shirtless. His skin had a heavy sheen of sweat on it, and he was flushed from being under the hot work light. He’d gotten grease and dirt on his back from being under the Jeep, but rather than make him look dirty, the grime seemed to contour and enhance the lean muscle lines of his back.
Your jaw dropped a little, eyes widening.
Eddie stood up then and turned towards a wheeled cart he had next to him at the front of the Jeep, scowling at the wrench he was holding. Oblivious to the fact he was being watched, he started rooting through the various sized sockets on the cart, his brow furrowed slightly as he compared the sizes to the one he had on the wrench originally. The tip of his tongue was slightly poking out from one corner of his mouth, which is how you could tell when Eddie was really concentrating.
Your breath caught in your throat as you took him in from the front.
His hair was pulled back in a chaotic mess of a bun, his black bandana rolled up and wrapped around his forehead to keep sweat out of his eyes. Drops of sweat trailed down Eddie’s chest and stomach and your eyes couldn’t help but follow one as it rolled down the center of his abdomen. The top half of his coveralls were weighing down the bottom half, making them sag a bit in the front. This pulled them down just enough to display the front of his hips, the trim V cut of his lower abdomen on full display and perfectly framing the start of a dark happy trail that disappeared down into his front of pants.
In all of the chaos and stress of life, the turmoil of being new parents and newlyweds simultaneously, and all of the major change’s life had thrown at you two in such a short amount of time…
You had forgotten exactly how fucking gorgeous your husband is.
All you could do was stand there and gawk at him. The reason for your visit not entirely forgotten, but, for the moment, at the very back of your mind. It wouldn’t hurt to keep letting him work so you could admire the view for a little longer.
Eddie finally gave up trying to find the socket he was looking for on the cart and turned towards the upright toolbox. Halfway to it, he finally looked up to see you standing next to it. He screamed in surprise, dropping the wrench and socket he was holding as he jumped backwards. This in turn scared the hell out of you, making you scream and jump in surprise yourself.
Thankfully, you did not drop the food.
The two of you stared at each other for a moment, wide eyed and breathing heavy after the jump scare you just gave each other.
And then, quite suddenly and unexpected, the distance you had been feeling between you two disappeared.
You both burst into laughing fits at exactly the same moment. It was that deep, soul cleansing laughter that’s sometimes needed just as much as a good cry. Eddie nearly doubled over, body shaking as he tried to get control of it. You felt your stress and anxiety melt away as tears sprang from your eyes.
As your tension and worry eased, a forgotten memory flashed through your mind from your senior year, which had been Eddie’s first. It was right after Hellfire let out and, since you didn’t have a car at the time, you had hurried to get home before it started raining. Unfortunately, after a brief trip to the restroom, you got outside only to discover it was pouring and everyone, but Eddie had already left. When you went back inside to ask him for a ride, you scared the hell out of each other then laughed about it, much like this.
Presently, Eddie scooped up the wrench he dropped, then went back to the cart to turn off his music. Then he turned to you.
“Jesus Christ, Princess!” he said, his voice filled with humor, and then he dramatically started clutching at his chest. “You could’ve given me a heart attack!”
“I’m so sorry, babe,” you said, giggling at his theatrics as you wiped tears from your eyes. “I wasn’t trying to kill you, I swear.”
His eyes looked down near your feet, then behind you, brow slightly furrowing in confusion.
“Where’s our little man?” he asked, and you realized he was looking for Eddie Wayne’s car seat or stroller.
“With his grandpa for the night,” you smiled at Eddie, then danced a little in place. “I’ve got the whole evening to myself.”
“Yeah?” he smiled at you softly as he finally made his way over to the toolbox, resuming his search for the correct sized socket. “Then what’s a beautiful girl like you doing messing around in a filthy place like this?”
Even now after all these years of knowing Eddie, whenever he was relaxed enough to fall into his old flirtatious demeanor with you, it still made your heart race just as much as it did back in school.
You briefly held up the paper bag you were holding and gave it just enough of a shake to make the silverware inside rattle around.
“I was just stopping by with some food for my amazing husband so we could have dinner together,” you explained, then a playful smile came to your face. “But then when I saw you, I couldn’t help but get distracted and forget my manners.”
You don’t know why you chose that wording in particular. It just popped into your head and seemed like a fun thing to say in light of how he just caught you staring at him like some love-struck teenager.
The irony of it wasn’t lost on you though. Here you were, down at your husband’s work for the sole purpose of seeing if he was cheating on you, but now here you were flirting with him as if he were just some random hot guy you were thirsting after rather than your actual husband.
While this wasn’t like any of the scenarios you had pictured in your head while on the drive over, you weren’t complaining. Scaring each other and the laughter that followed had put you in a relaxed, easygoing state. It was the perfect mood to put you in the mindset to flirt a little heavy handedly with Eddie.
His head lifted a little so he could look up at you, one brow raised in curiosity. He took you in for a moment, as if trying to figure out what your game here was. But then a playful glimmer came to his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a while.
He stood up straight, dropping the wrench he was holding into the open drawer of the toolbox with a clatter.
“Can’t say I was expecting anyone to come by tonight,” he said, dusting his hands off as he looked you over with an intense gaze that made your cheeks flush. “But you’re more than welcome to wait around in the office, see if he turns up. I’ll get washed up, then come keep you company.”
With a wink, Eddie began to head for the sink at in the corner of the garage.
You couldn’t help but blush slightly, then made your way into the office.
The small room was cramped and served as the office and break room. It contained a ratty couch against one wall with a coffee table in front of it, a table against the opposite wall that held a microwave and coffee maker, a desk near the window at the back of the room, and a full-sized refrigerator in the corner. There wasn’t much on the desk aside from extra office supplies but considering what Eddie has said about the owner rarely coming in, that wasn’t surprising.
Forgetting about the flirty banter since you thought that was over with for the night, you started to get dinner laid out for the two of you. You knew it would take Eddie awhile to get his hands and arms scrubbed clean like it always did, and that would give you plenty of time to get everything ready. After warming up the food and finding two sodas in the fridge, you arranged everything on the coffee table so that you two could sit on the couch together while you ate.
Right as you finished setting out the silverware, you heard the office door click shut and the lock twist into place. Smiling, you stood up and turned, your mouth opening in preparation to tease him about how long it always takes him to clean up. Before any words could leave your mouth though, Eddie’s lips crashed into yours in a deep, hungry kiss.
It felt like he was trying to devour you whole, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste you before you had the chance to react. You gasped in surprise as his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you tightly to him. Once the surprise wore off though, your response was just as eager, lips moving with his to make the kiss even more intense. Your arms went around his neck, and you pulled him in closer. You softly bit his tongue and Eddie groaned into your mouth, his hips pushing forward against yours. Already you could feel him getting hard in his coveralls.
Since he responded to your choice of words so well, you decided to keep the little game going. You slid your hand up from the back of his neck into his hair and grasped a handful of it. Gently tugging, you used it to pull his head back away from you. He groaned as his lips left yours, letting his head move easily along with the pull.
“I told you I’m a married woman,” you said softly, lips inches from his. “What would my husband think if he were to walk through that door right now?”
It seemed like Eddie was enjoying the game now as much as you were. A tremble went through his body, and one hand slid down from your back to your ass, taking it in a firm hold. He pulled your hips even more firmly against his. Your grip loosened in his hair, and he tilted his head down to look into your eyes.
“Door’s locked up tight, Princess,” he said, his voice low and husky, with a slightly threatening tone woven in. “And no one’s getting through. It’s just you and me now.”
Holding onto you so you wouldn’t trip, Eddie started to walk you backwards. You gave no resistance, letting him lead you until you came to a stop against the edge of the desk. Your bodies were jostled a bit at the impact, your legs inadvertently opening into a wider stance. Eddie claimed the newly empty space by quickly stepping forward to stand between your legs. The firm press of his body against yours made you start to teeter backwards, but his arms squeezed your body tightly to his own, keeping you upright so didn’t fall back onto the desk quite yet.
“Please,” you whimpered, playing up the role of a helpless damsel by letting your head fall back, which only made Eddie bury his face in your neck. “My heart belongs only to him!”
The way you two were standing against the desk put him just at the right angle to grind himself against your entrance. Even through your jeans and his bulky coveralls, you could now feel exactly how much Eddie was liking this little role play with you. His cock was close to rock hard. The feeling of him pressed against you made you bite your lip, and you found yourself suddenly have to swallow a moan as he rolled his hips into yours with purpose. He had caused the seam of your jeans to bear down on your clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Your legs jerked a little on either side of Eddie as he did it again, knees quivering as little bursts of electricity traveled through your body from the contact. He was quick to respond, stooping down quickly to pick you up by the backs of your thighs and set you up on the very edge of the desk.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice rumbly and low as the tip of his tongue flicked out over the skin on the side of your neck as if he were tasting you. “If it’s only your heart that belongs to him, then your body is all mine for the taking.”
Eddie grazed his teeth on your neck, making you gasp and grip your fingers into his hair again. Falling further into the role, you slipped your other hand between your bodies to rest your palm flat against his chest in a playful attempt to push him away. At this point, Eddie had a firm grip on you and was steadily rocking his hips into yours, grinding his hardness into you over your clothes.
You tried again to push him away again, this time adding just a little bit more force into it. As you did that, your fingers tightened down again in his hair, attempting to pull his head away from you like before.
This time, Eddie wasn’t having it.
He pulled away from you of his own accord, but only just enough that he could grab ahold of your wrists, one in each hand. Keeping a tight hold on you, he then threw you backwards onto the desk, holding your hands above your head as he leaned down over you. You cried out in surprise as you landed. With your ass now hanging halfway off the edge of the desk, the sudden movement of your body caused your legs to lift as your body rocked backwards. You took advantage of this by hooking them around Eddie’s hips, trapping him against you as much as you were trapped against him. He grinned down at you, and you bit your lip to keep from grinning back.
After shifting your wrists so he could hold them in one hand, Eddie ran the tips of fingers all the way down your arm until he reached your chest. He softly squeezed one of your tits, playing with it for a moment, before continuing further down between your bodies, not stopping until he reached the front of your pants. Keeping eye contact with you, he slowly started working the buttons of your jeans open one handed.
“That’s it now, be a good girl and just lay back for me,” he cooed down at you, the tone of his voice almost sinful the way it turned you on. “Lay back and I’ll have you screaming my name soon enough.”
As the last button on your jeans came open, you felt his hand slide into the opening of the denim, fingers caressing the fabric of your underwear.
You let your eyes drift open more, looking up at him and finally taking in his full expression. Eddie’s face was a mask of lust, his dilated eyes intent as he gazed down at you.
You could tell he was close to letting go. That fact alone was enough to make you even more excited. Your sex life with Eddie had never really been that wild, if you were being honest. There hadn’t been too many times that he had really let go of himself while being intimate with you. The first time in his van, the first time after giving birth once you’d healed, and a couple of random times after Eddie had gone out for a few drinks with the guys. You enjoyed the hell out of it every single time and only wished it happened more often.
This was definitely an opportunity you couldn’t pass up.
Jutting your chin out, you lifted your head up in a prideful way as you playfully glared into his eyes.
“Do what you will to me,” you said with a defiant tone. “But the only name I’ll be screaming tonight is Eddie’s.”
The grin that spread across Eddie’s face at that made your heart nearly stop.
“Oh sweetheart,” he said, then leaned down so his lips were just an inch from yours. “I’m fully counting on that.”
You weren’t given the chance to reply.
Eddie brought his lips down on yours, the kiss every bit as deep and intense as before. There was no pause this time before you were returning it, your mouth eagerly opening for his. You captured his bottom lip in your teeth, not biting hard enough to draw blood but more to make sure you had his full attention.
But you didn’t have to worry about that. As your teeth were sinking into Eddie’s lip, two of his fingers were slipping past your underwear to pull them aside. His grunt at the feeling of your bite was met by a soft moan from you as he ran his fingers through your folds and began teasing your entrance.
“Always so wet for me,” he muttered against your lips, sounding more like he was talking to himself.
Any reply to you could have given would’ve been lost on your tongue as Eddie slid his middle finger into you. It met no resistance, your wetness easily letting him slide in up to the third knuckle. Since you were already so worked up, he didn’t have to build up to it before starting to finger you at a steady pace. Your eyes closed as you moaned, head tilting back to give him access once again to your neck. He eagerly took advantage of this, his lips coming down to start kissing and sucking on the exposed skin. You could tell just from the pressure that he was deliberately marking you up.
Then, as he licked across the front of your throat to start making his way to the other side of your neck, he stopped the motions of his hand for just a second in order to sink a second finger into you.
You gasped, moaning loudly as your legs tightened around him to hold yourself in that position. He moved his fingers at the same steady pace, his lips sucking at this side of your neck now to leave marks that would match the ones now on the other side.
Being with Eddie as infrequently as you were made it was easy to forget just how good in bed he was. Even the halfhearted and tired sex that was the normal with him was far better than anyone else you’d been with. It wasn’t until this very moment as he curled his fingers inside you that you realized just how pent up you’d been. Getting yourself off for the last few weeks hadn’t cut it as much as you’d thought.
Thanks to the slow pace he had to keep due to the confines of your jeans, the heel of his hand was rubbing against your clit with every inward thrust of his fingers. It didn’t take long before your orgasm built, and you were about to crest its edge.
Right when your inner walls started to tighten around his fingers, Eddie ripped his hand out of your jeans and pulled himself completely away from you. You gasped, clenching around nothing, and aching from the denied orgasm.
“E-Eddie, please,” you gasped, near tears as your body lay trembling on the desk.
“M’sorry, I need you,” he panted, taking ahold of the waist band of your jeans. “Need to feel you clenching around me. Been way too long.”
Eddie quickly pulled your pants and underwear down your legs at the same time. Your shoes slipped off easily when he pulled them off, and the entire bundle was quickly discarded to the office floor. He stepped forward to stand between your legs again, his warm hands caressing your now bare thighs.
A soft sigh left your lips as he touched you, then you watched as he took one hand away to start working himself free of the coveralls. Eddie ended up struggling with them for a moment, having to really work to get one more button undone before he was finally able to push them down past his ass. You leaned up a bit on your forearms, watching as his boxers went next and his hard cock sprang free to lay along your slit.
You couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling, still sensitive from being so close to orgasm. He gave two slow rolls of his hips, dragging the length of his cock across your clit and electing a high-pitched cry from you. Eddie grasped the base of his cock then and tapped the leaking tip on your clit, making you jump slightly, before he slowly began dragging the head through your wet folds. You whimpered, your hips arching up off the desk towards him. He pushed you back down with one hand while he lined himself up with the other. With a slow, firm movement of his hips, Eddie’s hard length began to slide into your cunt.
A loud cry of pleasure left you as your head thumped back on the desk. Since he took his time, you could feel every inch of him. He paused halfway, shifting his stance, and lifting one of your legs higher around his torso before pushing in the rest of the way. You both groaned deeply at the feeling of him bottoming out. It had indeed been too long, your body had to adjust to him again. Luckily, it only took a moment, and as soon as Eddie felt you begin to relax, he began to move.
He started out with slow, but deep, thrusts, dragging his cock through your throbbing heat. You moaned, panting as you clutched at the opposite edge of the desk just above your head. Forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, you watched him as he stared open mouthed at where your bodies met, transfixed by the sight of his cock disappearing into your cunt.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he moaned suddenly, a shudder going through his body as he spoke. “S-so fucking hot. H-How’d I get so lucky?”
Eddie paused briefly to shift his stance and to move your leg up higher, over his shoulder even. Gripping your hips with both hands, he began thrusting with renewed purpose. This new angle had his cock hitting even deeper than before. You gasped as the head rubbed against your most sensitive places, including that one rough, spongy area that always made your toes curl.
“Fuck, God, Eddie, right there!” you screamed, already at the edge again. “I-I’m gonna cum!”
Not stopping this time, Eddie’s thrusting became faster, more frantic. One hand moved from your hip to slide between you, and he started rubbing circles around your clit with his thumb. You moaned a string of curses, feeling yourself starting to clench around his cock.
“J-Jesus, that’s it,” Eddie panted, leaning over so he had one hand resting flat on the desk next to your head, the other rubbing your clit faster. “Fuck! Cum for me, squeeze my cock with that tight cunt of yours.”
That was all it took to send you careening over the edge. You threw your head back and screamed as your orgasm washed over you, your cunt clamping down around him just as he wanted. Eddie wasn’t far behind, his thrusting growing erratic before he was cussing and groaning your name. With how sensitive you were, you swore you could feel his cock pulsing, then spurting as he came, painting your insides with his full load.
Eddie tried to fuck you both through your orgasms, but he had gotten too sensitive. It really had been too long. After a soft gasp that sounded close to a yelp, his motions stilled. Still buried deep inside you, his body trembled just as much as yours did as you both came down from your highs.
Once he had caught his breath, he moved to gently lower your leg from his shoulder to around his waist but stayed inside you. Leaning over, he bent down to you, one hand softly cupping the side of your face as he kissed you. The kiss was warm, tender; a loving contrast to the primal fucking that just occurred. He kissed you a few more times before sliding out of you and helping you up.
You both were giggling as you got dressed, grinning like idiots at each other and blushing. It was as if you were kids again and had just gotten away with doing something very bad. Which, technically, you did, you supposed. After all, having sex on the boss’s desk probably wasn’t looked highly upon, no matter the circumstances.
With appetites worked up, you both finally dug into dinner, with Eddie dramatically moaning in pleasure at the first few bites before you fell into an easy conversation. Eddie asked what you and Eddie Wayne got up to that day. You told him all about everything your son did, then he surprised you by asking specifically how your day was. He surprised you again when you asked Eddie about his day, and he actually started talking about it. That was a first. You had to ask a few questions here and there when he used a term you didn’t understand, but it was all pretty interesting.
Suddenly, in the middle of a story, Eddie broke himself off and smiled sheepishly at you.
“Sorry, Princess,” he said, looking like he was afraid you might be annoyed. “I know you don’t understand most of this. That’s why I try not to talk much about work.”
You blinked a few times in surprise, then shook your head.
“No, Eddie,” you said, looking at him warmly. “I love hearing about your day. If I don’t get something, I’ll ask about it if I’m curious enough.”
Relief came over Eddie’s features and he leaned over to give you a soft kiss.
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence then as you ate. But that gave your brain the opportunity to go back to the original reason for your visit. Once it was back at the forefront of your mind, it began to gnaw at you once again, even in your post sex bliss.
Knowing this wouldn’t go away on its own, you decided it was time to just address it directly. The town could say what they wanted and didn’t need to know your business, but the air needed to be clear between the two of you, at least.
“So, I’ve been hearing a new rumor about you around town,” you said, keeping the tone of your voice playful, just like any other time you’ve filled him in on the latest gossip about yourselves. “And it’s a really juicy one this time, too.”
“Yeah?” he said, quirking a brow at you as he chewed a bite of food. “Do tell.”
You felt your nerves come up but didn’t let it show. Instead, you looked around conspiratorially and leaned closer to Eddie. Playing along, Eddie leaned closer to you too, tilting his ear towards you to listen. You cupped his ear with one hand, as if trying to keep a secret
“Word around the campfire,” you whispered, pausing for dramatic effect. “Is that you’re fucking around on me.”
Eddie snort laughed so hard he ended up choking on his own spit. As he lapsed into a coughing fit and you pounded him on the back, you couldn’t help but feel relieved already just based on his reaction.
“Those old bats, I swear,” he finally said, gasping for air as he wiped the tears from coughing off his cheeks. “I don’t have the energy to see you nearly as much as I’d like, much less the time to work in a side piece.” He paused to take a bite and continued on as he chewed. “When do they think I have the time? When I’m able to sleep? No thanks. I like what little sleep I do get.”
It was so casual the way Eddie spoke, not even thinking about what he was saying. There was no filter behind those words, nothing but the straight, stream of conscious Thoughts by Eddie. And so, it hit you straight in the heart, making it skip around a few times.
“That’s a very good point,” you said, unable to stop yourself from chuckling at yourself for even entertaining the idea seriously.
Eddie chuckled, then looked over at you with a grin.
“They say the same thing about you, you know,” he said, then took another bite as he watched for your reaction.
Now it was your turn to choke, though you choked on your food, and Eddie pounded you on the back until you got through it.
“For real?” you asked once the coughing fit was over. “When did those start?”
“Not too long after the wedding,” he replied, grabbing your soda to hand it to you. “Apparently, you’ve been fucking anyone they see come around the house, including the mailman, since day one.”
Your mouth dropped open in shock. That was a new one on you. It certainly explained some of the flat glares and head shakes you’d occasionally gotten since you two got married. You never paid much attention to them when it happened, thinking it was about something stupid.
As it turns out, you were right.
“As if I’d really cheat on the guy I’ve been crushing on since the sixth grade,” you scoffed, then took a drink of your soda. “There would be no sense in it. Besides that, pretty much like you said, when would I have the ti-“
“Wait, what?”
You looked over at Eddie to find him staring at you with a shocked expression and his fork halfway to his mouth.
“What?” you asked, not sure what he was asking about.
Eddie tossed the fork into his bowl, set it on the table and turned to you.
“We’ve been married for,” he said, then stopped to think for a moment. “Just over two years now and this is the first I’m hearing about you having a crush on me?”
You blinked at him in surprise, your eyebrows going up.
“I didn’t figure it mattered once we were married,” you said, shrugging. “We’re together now, so I didn’t think it needed to be said.”
The expression of shock on Eddie’s face would’ve been funny had you not known it was completely genuine.
“Princess, that would’ve been really helpful to know a long time ago,” he said, the tone of his voice incredulous and slightly shaky. “I’ve spent these past two years worried about if I really made you happy. I honestly keep wondering if you really want to be with me, or if you only agreed to marrying me because you didn’t want the stigma of being a single mom on top of being the town freak’s whore.”
There was no trace of cruelty in his voice since Eddie wasn’t calling you that name to be mean. That was something people started calling you near the end of junior year. By senior year, it had stuck, and you got called it every day until graduation. Some of the old bullies still liked to shout it at you when they saw you out. It was part of the reason why you didn’t like to leave the house most days unless you absolutely had to for errands.
“Admittedly, that thought did cross my mind,” you said, then sat your own bowl on the table to turn to him. “But I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t really want to marry you, baby or no. If you were the type of man that would’ve made me miserable, I’d still be at my parents’ house.”
The smile that came to Eddie’s face then could’ve lit up the entire garage. One of his hands came up to softly stroke the side of your face as he gazed at you fondly.
“And I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me if I didn’t truly want to,” he said. “Baby or no.”
You moved one hand to rest it on his leg, giving it a soft squeeze, as he leaned in to kiss you.
As the kiss gradually started to ramp up from loving to more intense, Eddie pulled away slightly, looking at you with a worried expression.
“Does this mean I can touch you more?” he asked, sounding unsure of himself suddenly as he started to ramble. “I thought you didn’t really want me to, so I never do, but, god, it’s all I’ve wanted to do since ninth grade, and I want to so much it drives me fucking crazy sometimes.”
Your cheeks blushed a bright pink at Eddie’s admission. It was a good feeling knowing he desired you as much as you did him, and your heart soared knowing he felt as deeply for you too. This hadn’t been a marriage of convenience for either of you, after all.
Taking his face in both of your hands, you pulled him in for a soft kiss, pulling back at the end to gaze into his eyes.
“Baby, you’ve always been able touch me,” you said softly. “Whenever you want and in whatever way you want.”
A grin spread across Eddie’s face, the glint you saw out in the garage coming back to his eyes. His hands found their way up to your shoulders and he pushed you onto your back on the couch. Climbing on top of you less than a second later, he laid himself between your legs, his lips finding their way to yours once again.
Like always, the town rumors about Eddie had turned out to be nothing more than falsehoods thanks to bored rumor mongering. There was absolutely nothing wrong with your marriage apart from the fact neither of you had properly communicating your needs and desires. And that was something both of you recognized now. The two of you made a vow to each other that very night, right there on his boss’s couch, promising to be more open with your feelings and thoughts.
And, as it turns out, you were given the opportunity to put those newfound communication skills to the test soon enough. When you left the garage that night, you left with more than just hearts in your eyes and very sore legs.
Just over three weeks later, another little white stick turned blue.
Oh, how the rumor mill had a field day with that one.
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justlillythinking · 1 year
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Can you do nsfw alphabet for aged up Lo'ak? Please :)
lo’ak nsfw alphabet
warnings- nsfw,(tw:zesty pose)
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
sweet but a little embarrassed 😭 will probably start blushing while the two of you make jokes, but once you go to bed he’s cuddling you and being super affectionate. once you guys have been doing it for a while though he would get more cocky after, smirking at you and stuff but still being super sweet.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
waist, ass and boobs. he’s a simple man
favorite parts of his body are his hands, arms and basically whole upper body.
C = Cum
he definitely likes to cum on your ass or face.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
stole like 2 pairs of your loincloths and jerked off with them and then put them back. when he saw you wearing them he started blushing and left bc he got hard. (he’s so baby girl)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
i’m going to say that i think he is one of those guys that’s very shy at first, insecure because of everyone, including his parents, always thinking he’s less perfect or worse than neteyam. he definitely was super nervous your first time, kept beating himself up over messing up but when you told him it didn’t matter because you loved him, and he just needed to relax, he started building up courage and got VERY good quickly.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
reverse cowgirl, missionary and sitting in his lap.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
sometimes, will definitely make a joke or two then when you start laughing he starts going super hard and then laughs at you being all surprised
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
shaved/ trimmed all over, sometimes will shave bare.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
romantic when you first mate, have anniversaries or do anything special, but usually he’s more sexual than romantic (hes stuff super loving though)
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
1000% jacks off all the time but if you can do it for him he would obviously prefer that.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
wants to get walked in on and show basically that he’s better than his brother😭 also deep throating this man wants to literally fuck ur face
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
in the ocean/ a river or his family’s tent/pod
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
the noises you make, or more so the noises you don’t make. it drives him WILD when he’s fucking you so good you go quiet and slap your hands over your mouth so that nobody hears you
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
a threesome. he wants you all to himself and has done enough sharing the spotlight when he was growing up.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
i already said it this man LOVES getting head. he wants it 24/7 and the sight of you on your knees for him makes his heart (and dick) throb. also likes giving oral but would rather finger you (he loves fingering you)
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
it honestly depends, i think both but usually he’s fast and then he will slow down and do deep slow strokes.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
yes. loves all sex. he wants quickies when there’s barley enough time for them but will also go for like 2 hours, overstimulating you and then dragging it on for forever.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
yes like i swear he literally wants to get caught, it turns him on so much
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
three rounds, definitely lasts like 15+ min at first, but after the 2nd round he is cumming in like 6 minutes or less
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
yes he definitely owns like a vibrator for you, handcuffs, a little bdsm bandage stuff but not much.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
LITERALLY SUCH A TEASE
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
he definitely grunts and groans and it a so hot don’t even
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
when you two are hanging out with spider, neteyam, anoung, roxto, kiri and tsieyra (i know i just butchered those names i’m too lazy), he recommends a game of spin the bottle that his dad told him about that he used to play when he was still human. the bottle lands on you and anoung and lo’ak l makes eye contact with him before moving the bottle to where it’s you and him. 🤭
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
11 inches, long and not super thick but not thin. veiny and dark at the top
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
very high like he wants quickies and sex and he jerks off all the time.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
like not even 10 minutes he’s so baby girl 🤭
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meechlamajor · 3 days
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PAIGE BUECKERS AS A MOM: HEADCANONS
*Paige and Reader are aged up. Think early-30s, mid 30s*
Adoption, IVF, or Surrogacy?
Well, no matter what, P would love your babies whether they were biologically yours or adopted. But, you wanted to experience pregnancy and the both of you decided to go through with IVF. You definitely weren’t a fan of the painful shots that Paige had to administer, but she was always there to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.
Imagine this: while you showered, Paige washed her hands, got the needle ready, and got out your most comfortable clothes. She’d even ran to the store to get your favorite snacks.
She waited for you while you showered, just sitting on the toilet lid and making simple conversation with you. Paige had grabbed you a warm towel (after a cycle in the dryer) and held it out for you when she heard the water stop.
Wrapping the towel around yourself, you stepped out, already dreading what you knew was coming next. You were more quiet than usual, and Paige already knew what was going on in your head.
She stepped closer to you as you approached the marble her’s and her’s sinks in your bathroom. Paige’s hands cradled your face, she huffed at the tears welling in your eyes. But she wiped them away before they could’ve even fall. “It’ll just be a pinch, and then you’re done my love.”
You whined, “yeah, for like four hours!”
You’d have to receive multiple shots a day for approximately 2 weeks. You wouldn’t say that you regretted the process, but it was definitely rough on you.
Paige leaned down to kiss your forehead, a comforting look on your face. “Take a few deep breaths,” Paige instructed you.
You did as she instructed, running your hands up and down your face. When you ready, which you confirmed with a nod, Paige lifted up the side of your towel, exposing your thigh. She moved fast and pushed down on the plunger of the syringe.
You let out a light moan, squeezing Paige’s bicep in response to the pain. “Good, good girl.”
Girl or boy?
You guys actually have 2 girls and one boy, so both! Your two girls seem to gravitate toward Paige, and your little boy (the baby of the bunch) gravitates toward you. He’s actually your shadow lol.
Even though you carried the babies, you still feel like they look like Paige in some ways. Their bone structure is remarkably similar to Paige’s and their lips as well (Paige got on your nerves your entire pregnancy lol, iykyk).
Names!
I think that Paige would like names that have a lot of meaning to you guys, and she’s not a fan of typical trending names.
Imagine you two are laying down in your bedroom, you on your back and her head resting slightly on your bump.
You hummed, “Ava?”
“That’s cute, but no. I feel like it’s too popular. And don’t suggest anything like River.”
You rolled your eyes, “I wasn’t even going to suggest that!”
“We gotta keep thinking, babe. I’ll be damned if my daughter has the same name as someone else in her class.” Paige remarks and kisses her teeth.
“I Need a Break!”
As all couples experience after having kids, you and Paige want time to yourselves. So you’ll end up sending them off to each of your parents or one of their many, many aunties for what you call a “field trip.”
“Wait, honey bun,” you call after your second daughter. You and Paige were trying to get the kids ready to go with KK. You’d stuffed some toys, an extra change of clothes, and other things into her cute little Dora backpack.
“When do we get to come back home?” Niamh pouted up at you, hugging your leg.
“Baby, you haven’t even left yet.” Honestly, you were a little tickled. “Come on, let’s go see what Mommy’s doing.”
You let her lead you down the hallway to your little boy’s room where Paige was struggling to get a shoe onto his foot. You know how you try to put a shoe on a baby and they just roll their ankle the whole time? Yeah.
“Kairo, please!” Paige begged. Upon your presence, Paige looked up at you, exasperated.
“Hi,” you smiled. “How’s it going?”
She huffed, blowing the bangs that she’d left out of the space buns she was rocking out of her face. You two decided to twin for the day. “You see how it’s going, babe.”
Niamh had run off to Paige, sitting directly in her lap. “Mommy, I want to be just like you.”
The both of you gushed, your hands reaching for Kairo. “Kai babe, let me see your foot please.”
He held it out easily, allowing you to slip the shoe on and fasten the velcro.
Paige’s jaw dropped.
“I’m just that good, baby,” you shrugged. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.”
You stood up from the carpet, “where’s my first born?”
“Miri’s (short for Mirielle) in her room, doing some puzzles. She’s already good to go.” Paige answered.
Next was her room. You knew that she was good to go, but you wanted to check on her before they left. Ever since her siblings were born you and Paige made sure that Mirielle never felt neglected as the oldest baby.
She sat at her princess play table, finishing a puzzle of Princess Tiana. You peaked around the corner, “ready to go sugar plum?”
Mirielle nodded, “can Auntie KK hurry up? I need a break from you guys.” She took after Paige in the sass department. “All of your forehead kisses get exhausting.”
“Well, I need one more before you go so…”
You guys take quarterly family vacations.
QUARTERLY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?????? Paige will always put her family first, and loves to treat you guys to fun things if she can!
What is it like on a sick day?
Paige absolutely loses it. Everyone will be on bedrest, and Paige could care less about getting sick too, because she let’s the babies be all over her. They’re having a hard time sleeping. She invites them to sleep with you guys. Paige will spoil them rotten, and she knows it, but she doesn’t care!
Handling bullies.
You guys had tried it all. There were days where Mirielle would be in tears after school because of girls picking on her. You’d gone to the teachers at her school first, administration at her school, and at some point Paige was just ready to pull up on the little girls’ parents.
“Okay babe, what did we say we’re going to do if they pick on you today?” Paige asked as she stood behind Mirielle, brushing her coils into a puff in the middle of her head.
“I’m going to… punch… her? Mommy that doesn’t feel right,” Mirielle frowned.
Paige really didn’t believe that violence was the answer, but those girls just didn’t seem to listen and she didn’t want Miri to grow up thinking that she wasn’t worthy of respect.
“Well no, you don’t have to punch her, but stand your ground and be firm. If she’s mean to you, it’s okay to defend yourself. Understand?”
Mirielle nodded eagerly.
“But I’m just saying… if she hits you first then…” Paige trailed off with her hands in surrender.
AUTHOR’S NOTE!
this didn’t take as long as i thought it would so hey 😍 but here it is. as you may have noticed, my headcannons don’t have like 15 topics, but that’s because i like to write detailed blurbs, so if you guys want more i can just make another part to this. thanks for reading!
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yujinslovr · 5 months
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DAY 11 : rosé x fem!reader
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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
CW: marking, infidelity, cunnilingus
word count: 1,233
a/n: reader has a husband bcz i refuse to write infidelity w a girl, also not proofread so pls excuse any mistakes🙁🙁
“r-rosie, d-don't leave any m-marks, he m-might find out!” you let out a small yelp when you felt rosie bite into your skin, for sure leaving a mark.
“I'll make sure to leave them, let him see. let him see how bad he does in bed, so much so that you have to find pleasure with me.” the way she breathed the words into your skin felt so insanely good. 
her soft lips glided along your bare neck, her hands softly kneading your boobs as she had her fun with marking you. “mm, gonna make sure your stupid husband knows that you don't care about him.” 
you let out soft moans at the feeling of rosé nibbling along your neck mixed with the stimulation on your breasts. her lips sucked a trail along your neck, leading to your breasts. she swirled her tongue around your areola, wrapping her mouth over your left breast. the soft yet wet feeling of her tongue on your breast was heavenly, rosie always had a way with her mouth. 
the ironic thing about your whole situation was that you had met rosé through your husband. rosé was your husbands boss, you were introduced to rosé at one of your husband’s work functions. even the thought of infidelity wasnt something you entertained before meeting rosé, you loved your husband and would never do something to harm your marriage. this changed the night you met rosé though, the way she reached for your hand, and placed a soft kiss on the dorsal side of your hand, you knew you were done for in that moment alone. you never meant for it to spiral into something this big. you were under the influence when you spent your first night with rosé, you told yourself it’d never happen again, that this was nothing but a mistake. 
seeing where you were now, it was obvious that it wasn't just a one time thing, rosé was the best you’d ever had. you just couldn’t seem to let go of her, everything about her intoxicated you, as if everytime you came into her vicinity you were suddenly under the influence. 
you just couldn't seem to think straight when you were with her. 
you didn't know when it got this far, but you honestly felt more for rosé than you ever could for your husband. every little thing she did seemed to bring you to another level of ecstasy, she knew your body too well. you felt so shitty whenever you had to face your husband, whenever you had sex with your husband you couldnt help but imagine it to be rosé fucking you instead. 
sex with rosé was usually fast and rough, never slow and sweet. for this reason rosé’s attitude today came as a surprise to you, the way she took her time to fully appreciate every part of your body  was something you’d never complain about. the softness of her hands along your body was truly an out of body experience. 
the whimpers and moans that left your lips were music to rosé’s ears. “p-please, n-no more t-teasing…” the way you tangled your hand in rosé’s hair, slightly tugging when you said that only served to spur rosé on into teasing more. she continued on with her painfully slow pace, fully allowing herself to enjoy your breasts. her hands firmly gripped your hips, stilling them and holding them down when she noticed you were bucking your hips up to meet her thigh. “patience, darling.” she chuckled out, licking downwards, stopping at your thighs. 
she drew shapes with her tongue on your inner thigh, getting close to where you needed but never quite reaching there. you were soaking. you needed her so badly, yet she seemed to be taking all the time in the world to reach where you needed her most. you tried to buck your hips up into her face yet you were stopped by the tight grip she had on your hips. you whined out in desperation not sure if you could handle another minute of teasing. tears formed in your eyes out of frustration, you needed her so bad. 
seemingly taking pity on you, rosé trailed her kisses up, sucking marks into your very inner thigh before leaving. her lips went up until they reached your most private part, she licked a broad stroke across you, tasting your arousal. she trailed her hands down to your inner thighs, giving them a small squeeze before spreading your legs open.
your moans at her actions were immediate, not being able to control yourself after being teased for so long. the feeling of her wet tongue on you was taking you to heaven. she slowly circled your clit with her tongue, one of her hands coming over to aid in what she was doing. she slowly eased a finger into your wet heat, her tongue on your clit never stopping. she groaned at the feeling of you clenching around her finger, the vibration it sent through your body had your eyes rolling. 
The wet sound of your arousal along with your moans filled the room, the lewd sounds turning rosé on more than she’d let on. “m-more, p-please, more..” abiding to your pleas, she eased in another finger, sucking harder on your clit. simultaneously, she snuck a hand down her own body, pushing her own underwear to the side to circle her clit. 
the vibrations her moans sent through your body alongside her unrelenting fingers were bringing your orgasm quicker than thought. rosie, seeing the tell tale signs that you were going to cum rosie was quick to still all movements on you. “not until i say, okay?” her hand on herself never stopped, just like her gaze on you didn't waver until you nodded in compliance. she licked her fingers that were previously in you and replaced them with her tongue, her hand, still wet with her spit trailing itself up to grope your breasts. 
you could feel your release building up, the feeling overwhelming you, yet you knew better than to cum without permission. “p-please, n-need to…” you couldn't say more nor tried to say more. you knew she understood.
“do you? how badly?” the question was a simple one really, but you couldn't seem to find the energy to form real words. your whines and grinding was met with a slap to your thigh “i'm not gonna repeat myself.”
“n-need it so bad, p-please need t’ c-cum, p-please!” once you opened your mouth, moans and pleas of her to just let you cum already couldn't seem to stop tumbling past your lips. lucky for you though, because rosé could also feel herself getting near.
“cum for me.” it was muffled due to the way you were squeezing your thighs around her head, but you heard it. her tongue in you never stopped, waiting for your release. with the permission of rosie, you finally allowed yourself to let go, a scream leaving your throat. rosé’s moans from her release were muffled, but definitely felt, helping you ride out your orgasm as she finished hers. 
you loosend your thighs that were wrapped around her head, with her head being free she pulled herself up and laid next to you in bed. “I love you.” she breathed out, licking her lips which carried your leftover arousal. 
“I'll send him the divorce papers tomorrow.”
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iamfuckingsorry · 7 days
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i'm sorry but like. i played the game for the first time like a month ago (and it absolutely wrecked me, it was beautiful), and i just can't stop thinking about this and i need to get it out. but like, kim, what the fuck is the deal with kim?
like, he's just such a weird little man with such a weird little collection of character traits, but also he's just so fucking perfect.
like, kim. he spent 15 years being a cop in a department he fucking hated but he just stuck it out. he is so done with teens he basically refuses to speak to them unless he absolutely has to, but he still spent 15 fucking years in that section, refusing to give up. he's proud to be a revacholian and to protect the city now, but did he feel this way when he joined the RCM? or did he join to prove to everyone that even a monkey fucker like him could be revacholian? or did he join because he got kicked out of the orphanage he grew up at and didn't have anywhere else to go? or was there a different reason altogether?
and look at him now. he's presumably one of the best cops in his precint (i'm sure he mentions something about this early on in the game but i honestly can't remember), and one that seems to mostly play fair and genuinely care, which doesn't seem to be that common at all. and he's proud of this and strives to always be professional and calm and collected even if he doesn't always fully manage. he keeps himself in check first and foremost, and seems to try to keep everyone at an arm's length and not engage in personal discussions, even though he will often indulge harry if directly asked.
and so far it all makes sense, right? he's been treated like shit all throughout his life, dealt a fairly shitty hand, an orphan, an immigrant, a homo, possibly visually impaired (has he always needed glasses? was he able to get them as a broke-ass kid with no one to speak on his behalf? or did he grow up never able to see properly, struggling in school because he could never read the board or react in time when people threw shit at him, made fun of by both teachers and classmates?), mocked and ridiculed, and he's had to fight hard to get to where he is now. and he desperately needs to keep it this way, so he works hard and sticks to the rules and keeps his distance from people, and he puts a stop to everyone and everything that people could make fun of (no, harry, you will /not/ call me kimball, you will call me Lt kitsuragi, no, harry, you will /not/ tell anyone about the ice bear fridge, i will /not/ be known as the ice bear cop). but he's also mostly a genuinely nice and compassionate person and he really cares, as long as people are at least trying to do good.
but also…
he basically wears period cosplay to work. like. for real, he clearly wears his fucking pilot jacket so often that having the RCM insignia sewn onto it was the most logical choice. he is so obviously into planes and cars (but he's too blind to be a pilot :), do you think he used to hate himself as a kid not only because he was poor and abandoned by everyone and "an immigrant" but also because not even his own fucking body would let him be what he wanted to be), he has an extremely expensive vehicle that's his, his only, and not even really needed for the stuff he does at work the majority of the time. he clearly had to have a chat with his boss at some point in time and justify this purchase and why the car should be permanently assigned to him and him only, and even if i'm sure he had a bunch of actual reasons you can't convince me that his boss and all of his colleagues weren't all aware that really, he just wanted a fast fucking car and had an excuse to get it. and clearly the higher ups like him enough to indulge him, because surely no one would be actually fooled? why would a crime investigator get it and not, like, the fucking traffic guys chasing drunk drivers and illegal racers every night?
and like, in some ways he fucking owns it, doesn't seem to give a fuck, he's who he is and if people don't like it that's not his problem. but he's also embarassed about listening to that fucking radio station. but he also drives a sports car and wears driving gloves and a pilot jacket, of course he's listen to that fucking radio station. but then he also does newspaper crosswords. like, he seems to put a into maintaining this facade of professionality, but he also really doesn't fucking care when it comes to a lot of the stuff, it's great. except for the extremely random stuff that he does care about and can get extremely flustered about momentarily.
and it feels really out of character in a way. he works so hard on keeping himself in check at all times, representing the RCM in a good light and making sure both him and others get treated with the respect they deserve. he smokes one cigarette a day to keep proving to himself he can keep his vices in check, for fuck's sake. but then it's like he just picked one (1) part of his personality where he just went like, fuck it. Fuck it, I work hard for this shit and I deserve to do what I want sometimes too, and this one fucking thing is innocent enough and safe enough, and I don't give a fuck, I deserve /one fucking thing/ and I'm gonna get it. I'm getting the goddamn jacket and the Kineema and if people have a problem with that, they can go fuck themselves. I /need/ this one thing and I. Am. Getting. It.
(it's clearly a big part of his personality, but do you think there were other massive interests in the past, or maybe there still are others he isn't as open about with? Things he thinks would undermine his career and reputation? Past hobbies he abandoned because if anyone found out, that would be the end of his career at the RCM, even though for anyone else who wasn't a stupid fucking immigrant who can't even see right it would be a funny little detail?)
anyway.
i'm just like. stay the way you are, my weird little man. you're great.
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gabbasposts · 4 months
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]Messy[
Lies of P: P x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, hand-jobs, Oral (both f and M receiving), slight masochis kink? Bodily fluids, language, 18+ Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked immediately after interacting with this post
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A/n: bruh I am down astronomically for this damn puppet. I’ve been scouring online for some pure filth with him and Giangio and while I’ve found some gems, I need that itch of mine to be scratched so judge me if you want, I needed this 🤡 the fellow desperate, nasty folks that get it, will get it 😈
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I think it’s safe to say as a whole, the fandom knows P is a messy man.
Like, this boy is fast and agile enough to avoid oil and blood splatters, as well as puddles and generally all together, any liquid messes. (rain, WINE apparently too based of a post I saw on here 👀)
But in a weird way, he feels coming back to the hotel covered in any of it shows both just how hard he generally works, as well as what he accomplished on the mission he’s sent on.
(Cue Geppetto, Antonia and Sofia or even you, lecturing him that coming back to the hotel in one piece is enough to show he both kept himself alive and did a well enough job getting rid of the rabid puppets and people who’d wanted to kill him. 💀)
(Annnd of course it goes in one ear and out of the other because again, he feels a weird sense of accomplishment covered in a mess) 🤡)
Because of this, I feel after the first time you and him have sex he immediately wants to go again not only because he’s aroused by sensations he had just felt, but seeing you covered in a thin sheen of sweat, as well as the mess in between your legs that he caused is an undeniable turn on for him…
Like your lying on your back, and pieces of your hair are clinging to your forehead as well as your chest is heaving as you try to catch your breath.
And he’s still sitting on his knees in between your legs that are still spread far apart as he’s starring down at his cum leaking from your pussy/hole, along with the fluids from it around his dick and general pelvis area.
You’ve said his name about three times by now, your voice tired yet worried, and your expression growing concerned as he’s not responding… did he not like it? Was he realizing the act of sex can be a bit gross, and maybe not as appealing for him considering he is a puppet after all?
The answer is no, no, and finally no again ;)
just as you were readying yourself to sit up to cover yourself and break into a ramble of apologies, he moves so fast it honestly startles you… until you feel him again.
He moves so that he’s standing at the foot of the bed now, fully nude and other than the mess on his dick, and his now ruffled hair, he looks far from exhausted or as though he hadn’t even had sex at all.
You don’t even have time to say anything by the time he wraps his hands around your ankles and drags you toward the edge of the bed, so that your ass is almost hanging off.
“P-P, what are you” you don’t have time to finish your sentence as he crouches down and immediately goes to town on your pussy/cock.
Unlike the calmness he initially had the first round with you, (the kitten like kicks, gentle sucks, lack of vocal noise) he’s literally more desperate than he was when he first got in bed with you.
He’s groaning against your core, sending vibrations down your shaft or to your clit, not even bothering to pull away to wipe around his mouth.
He wants to feel your release dripping down your chin or better yet, his face entirely.
The only thing he naturally smells like is oil, and the soap from his clothing that gets cleaned, but suddenly the idea of wearing you release like a cologne has him hard.
He wants you to cum hard at that too, and once he’s done he plans to bring you on your knees so he can paint your face.
Needless to say, sex from that point on is messy.
It gets to the point you might have to start checking the times everyone goes to the lobby so you can sneak past with the cum stained bed spread and sheets to switch them out for more.
Even outside of the room, if your doing something like eating maybe a cake, and a bit of icing falls on your chest or down your cheek, you have to rush to turn around before he notices (he does notice 🫢) because despite his usual stone face resolve, his eyes darken and his tongue might dart out of his mouth and run along his lips quickly and quite suggestively to anyone if they witnessed the entirety of it.
Needless to say, showers are a twenty four seven ordeal with him and you, and even then he might try to refuse if you don’t shower with him.
He’s a messy puppet, what can he say?
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myfanfic-urfantrash · 18 days
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Brain went brrr on Frienships headcanon and reminded me that packs are a Thing™ in A/B/O so now my brain is brainrotting about how our boys' Friendo (when they're close enough as friends, gender dynamics don't mean squat) decided to declare to their bestie that they're a pack mate/family now.
I'm all about wholesome A/B/O tbh, nothing screams fluff than just platonic friends looking out for each other having all the cuddles in the world in cozy nests and then Friendo being hit with a sudden thought before declaring thou shall be my pack mate to the boys—
I went crazy and added basically everyone I've written for which means March gets to be part of the boys :P
I love wholesome :3
cw: omegaverse
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Lying there in the comfort of their shared nest everything is calm and content. There's no where they'd rather be and if anything came up it better be important because there is no way they're leaving this comfort surrounded by warmth, their mixed scent, and their dear friend. Just as their eyes begin to droop they're startled awake by a sudden declaration: "Thou shall be my pack mate."
Blade
Is silent at first before he melts further into the nest. He's a little unsure how to feel but he doesn't feel bad about the situation and grunts in response when they ask him if he heard them. He does worry about the future and their reaction to his inevitable death but they reassure him they'll stick with him till the end as pack mates do.
He's a bit quieter with his declaration but he's just as happy to become pack mates with them. He actually starts purring though it's just as quiet as his declaration. The mara doesn't bother him for quite sometime after becoming pack mates with them and their presence only seems to ease his pain even more.
Jing Yuan
Pretends to be asleep after their declaration but is truly freaking out. Pack mates are serious business so he's honored to be considered as someone to be their pack mate. Once he's done teasing them or rather calmed down enough he responds to their declaration in equal measure including the odd way they said it.
Eventually does go to sleep because of how exciting and comfortable everything is. He pulls them into his chest and curls around them purring in contentment.
Welt
Snaps out of his sleepy daze so fast it's like he took an espresso shot. He looks at them in shock and amazement before he asks them if they're sure they want to become pack mates with him. Gives them the cutest smile once they reassure him that they want to become pack mates with him and he agrees to become their pack mate.
He watches over them like he used to but everyone can see he's glowing with pride and happiness after becoming their pack mate.
Luocha
Teases them for their odd phrasing but he's happy of course, who wouldn't be happy to become someones pack mate after all? He agrees to be their pack mate without fuss and considers taking them on a trip to celebrate if they're not busy. It's a little hard for him to fall to sleep after they've made their declarations because he feels energized from the news.
His expression doesn't show much but he seems even more delightful to be around after this like a flower that's been freshly watered.
Dr. Ratio
Tells them that they're already pack mates considering their shared nest and all the other stuff they've done together. He does agree to become pack mates with them though he's a bit moody about it considering he had to make it verbally known to them. Now that he's more awake he grabs his knitting materials and begins to knit with shaking hands. He's got to get his overwhelming positive feelings out somehow.
He doesn't change too much after this but he does give them more handmade gifts and goes a bit easier on them when they've got some difficulties they have trouble solving.
Sampo
He...never expected this that's for sure. He's overjoyed honestly but he's taken aback considering his whole "shady" lifestyle. He does agree to be their pack mate though with some flare of his own.
After this he's a little more open about himself though it doesn't seem like much to others it's quite a bit for him. Definitely looks out for them should they ever get themselves into trouble, even if it's trouble he'd normally avoid.
Dan Heng
Confused by their wording but he's happy he really is he's just still tense from his past where he knew he had a pack but things didn't end so well for them. A little reassurance goes a long way in easing his worries and he agrees to be their pack mate though he's still anxious.
Looks out for them much more diligently than before but he does ease up if they ask, he's just worried is all. Has a noticeable kick in his step from the joy he feels knowing he's got a pack.
Caelus
Has the biggest dumbest grin you could imagine when the words register in his brain. He's so glad that they've chosen him to be his pack mate and agrees without hesitation. It's hard for him to fall asleep and might want to burn off some energy because he's overwhelmed with joy.
Looks after his new pack mate with pride and a little hop in his step. Everyone can tell he's they're pack mate and how much it means to him.
March 7th
At first she questions them about their oddly archaic language before what they said kicks in. Practically screams from how excited and happy she is. Tackles her new pack mate and hugs them as tightly as she can without hurting them.
She's never had a pack mate before- at least as far as she can remember- so she's pretty excited and touched to be chosen as her best friends pack mate. After that she'll take a celebratory photo of them in their shared nest and declare right back that they're her pack mate as well.
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i2sunric · 7 months
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I saw this (https://www.instagram.com/p/CwKlfy5o362/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==) and now i can't stop thinking abt having this conversation w ricky
movie star — s.ricky (sequel of chaconne)
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i got you anon ;)
wc: 1.3k
reader: afab! (no pronouns used)
warnings: MINORS DNI (explicit smut); thigh riding, grinding, dom! ricky, sub! reader, f!oral, unprotected sex, rough, make out, i wrote this at 3am
summary: when you were cooking dinner you couldn’t stop thinking about how good ricky fucked you last time, little did you know he was thinking about you as well while scrolling your instagram account.
you were trying to make yourself dinner, reading the instructions to make some ramen though you seemed to be burning them even by following step by step.
you put the uncooked ramen inside the pan with boiling water and tapped your nails on the counter, feeling bored.
you sighed, sitting down on the chair and waiting for your dinner to be ready. memories from the week before flashed through your mind, how ricky got hard, how you rode him and he fucked you, thrusting deep inside of you.
you groaned, feeling your pussy pulsing just at the thought.
your phone vibrated, earning your attention you took it in your hands and unlocked it, reading the message
as if he was reading your mind, ricky had texted you
ricky
i found a picture from your instagram
ricky
it’s so funny
ricky
*photo*
you
were u stalking my account?
ricky
maybe
ricky
you so damn short
you
well put some inches in me
ricky
huh
you
huh
as soon as you finished typing your reply, ricky was already calling you. you giggled as you picked up “what?” you asked
“what did you mean with that message?” he hurriedly asked, not beating around the bush.
you smirked “what do you think?” you played with a string of your hair while you eyed the chair where you two had done what you did a week before “i might need you… inside of me.”
you could feel ricky’s breath stop from the other line “open your door in five minutes.” he hung up, leaving you quite confused.
you just shrugged and turned the noodles in the pan, waiting for them to cook
after exactly five minutes, you heard your doorbell “did he really come here?” you asked yourself, going to the door and opening it
your eyes widened when ricky appeared in front of you with an hungry - and not for food - expression
“how did you even— your house is literally in the other side of the city.” you commented while he quickly removed his shoes and coat “i rode my private jet.” he informed you
“i beg your pardon?” “i think you’ll beg for something else.”
he went straight to your lips, kissing your roughly with so much passion.
honestly you didn’t know your relationship, you weren’t lovers but weren’t just friends as well. maybe friends with benefits? whatever it was, you surely needed him so bad at that moment
you moaned in his mouth, he placed a hand on your face and rubbed your cheek with his thumb as he inserted his tongue in your mouth, licking it inside.
ricky parted away from you just to ask “where’s your bedroom?” you pointed at the second door to the right and he dragged you inside of it, closing the door with his foot. he went back to make out with you, your hands went everywhere, from his chest to his hair, pulling his sprayed white hair and making him whine.
you pulled away once again, sitting by the edge of the bed and patting his laps “sit down here, kitten.” you obeyed
he gently brushed your hair away from your shoulder and left small kisses on your neck, noticing a red bite he had given you, still not completely faded. he smiled victoriously “you rode me so well last time, how about you ride my thigh instead?”
you looked at him, unsure, a part of you wanted to do that but another one just wanted him to be inside of you fast. he noticed your uneasy expression and whispered in your ear “if you show me how fast you can cum like the good kitten you are, i will fuck you so hard you will grow more than a few inches.” he referred to your previous message
you nodded and started grinding on his right thigh, he placed one hand on your waist and another one on your ass, guiding you at times so you could feel more pleasure. ricky was clearly more
experienced than you, so you trusted him.
“so good baby.” he commented, watching you with pleasure, you could feel his cock grow harder inside those tight jeans.
you moaned, feeling the pleasure kicking in as your clit rubbed against his leg, he pulled it up so it could bring you even more pressure and friction
“mh- ricky..” you closed your eyes and threw your head back, increasing the speed. he pulled your shirt up and showed your tits, rubbing your nippled and squeezing them.
you let out shaky moans, feeling yourself be closer and closer, a knot formed inside your stomach, signalling you were going to cum soon “i’m close.. m’gonna cum.” you almost screamed, speeding up so much you came in an instant, your back shivering and your legs trembling.
you rested your head on his shoulder, trying to recompose yourself from the orgasm “my kitten came so fast, i need to give you a reward.” ricky praised, pulling you up from his laps and removing his pants and shirt.
“clothes off.” he ordered and you did as told, removing your soaked and cum-dirty shorts and underwear and your sweaty shirt as well.
“lay down.” he ordered once again and you obeyed, laying down on your back on the bed. he stroked his hard length, bending on you, raising your legs until they stretched beside his figure
he put his fingers inside your mouth and ordered you to lick them, and you did, twirling your tongue and licking them as if they were a popsicle
when he was satisfied, ricky pulled his fingers away from your mouth and entered you, at first only one finger to let you adjust and then added another.
you moaned in pain, gripping the sheet “relax, you’re too tense.” you placed a kiss on your stomach to calm you down and moved his fingers in and out from your wet pussy
“can my kitten handle another one?” he questioned, adding a third finger inside of you. you bit your lower lip, making it slightly bleed.
“please ricky, please fuck me, i need you inside of me now.” you pleaded
“so impatient.” ricky commented, removing his fingers and quickly replacing them with his cock, making you gasp. he started slowly but increased the speed right away, your grip on the sheets tightened
“oh lord, shit.” you screamed, each thrust was deep and fast you could almost feel his dick inside of your throat
“you’re doing so good y/n, taking me so well.” he payed again with your tits, squeezing and light-slapping them.
you were a moaning mess, no thoughts formed inside your brain, he completely sent you above the clouds
he stopped and pulled his length out, making you moan at the loss, he put your leg above his shoulder and entered you again.
he thrusted at an high speed again, the sound of your skins hitting was so loud it echoed in the whole room.
ricky bent down and placed kisses all over your face, first on the forehead, then on your nose and lastly on your lips. it wasn’t rough, rather gentle and comforting “gosh baby, i could stay inside of you forever.”
you could notice ricky was getting close to coming because his moans got low and more present, and just like you predicted he informed you “kitten, i’m close, gonna cum.”
“fill me up, please i want your cum to fill me all.” you begged and it was enough to make him cum, with a low moan, he gripped on your thighs and released inside of you his all seed
he shut his eyes down, a rush of pleasure growing inside of him.
“we should do this more often.” he commented, pulling out his cock and watching as his cum was dripping from your pussy.
“definitely.” you replied, sitting up as ricky shone you a bright smile. you pulled ricky in a kiss, starting a cozy make out session. your hand rested on his chest, making its way from the top until it almost reached his length.
ricky was lazily rubbing your clit with his thumb, you softly moaned, making his stomach drop at how cute and hot you were at the same time. you tilted your head, leaving your neck exposed which gave ricky access to it.
he started to kiss it until he found a certain spot where you whimpered at the contact, you were so sensitive there it sent shivers through your spine. he sucked it and you put a hand behind his head, pulling his hair in pleasure.
ricky smiled and got away from your neck, looking at his masterpiece with a cocky smile “so pretty only for me.” that comment made you feel butterflies
he smelled something weird, looking around in confusion “what’s this burnt smell?”
you gasped “my ramen!!”
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ncteez · 9 months
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beloved🥹 for ur sleepover could you perhaps consider #96 from that list (“I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands of me.”) & vernon🫶 congrats on the 6k again you’re so talented and deserve the world and i’m so glad ur here🫶 - 🍿 x
Vernon + “I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands off me.” 
wordcount: 3.1k
tags: stoner!vernon, stoner!afab reader, clearly the use of smoking weed, awkward best friends who only share their attractions to each other when they’re zooted as fuck, no joke– weed is a personality trait in this. 
warnings: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks. 
note: hi my popped p(ussy)opcorn anon! i was rly excited to write this so i hope you like it even tho i went kinda overboard. not proof read, as you know. 
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You’re not entirely sure how you became so close with Vernon, the guy in highschool who definitely carried his lunch back to class in his pockets. Maybe it’s because college is hard, and Vernon is easy to be around. Kind of like a breath of fresh air except all the air you breathe in with him happens to be incredibly thick with smoke.
Never in your life did you consider weed as a personality trait. Not yours, anyway, until Vernon is around you. Honestly, it’s like being a burn-out during your down time is actually quite relaxing, as long as you keep up with your GPA and assignments, there’s nothing wrong with wake n’ baking. Or like, taking a few hits before a big exam to calm the anxious energy inside of you, right? 
The thing is, it’s gotten to the point that you’ve smoked in all sorts of scenarios and find the least anxiety ridden experience to be the one where it’s just you and him, sitting outside of his shitty apartment and pretending like every college kid within a six mile radius can’t sniff the two of you out.
Peer pressure be damned, Vernon was the first one to ever pass you a joint at a random party you both happened to attend. You didn’t really know why you grabbed it because you swore to yourself that you’d be straight edge until you get a degree, and then you’d maybe try buying a bottle of vodka and a sack of weed just to see what you missed out on. It was something about that night, your first college party, the first familiar face at a party, and the urge to say fuck it. 
You didn’t mean to actually inhale it, but somehow it was a natural thing your body did and Vernon didn’t even laugh at you for choking. That’s when you became friends with him, and ultimately over the months the two of you would often run into the other. 
Your first weed-induced panic attack was at a party with him, and he was honestly so fast to get you out of there without so much as knowing where you needed to go. Calming you down and very aware that you probably smoked too much, and had a little too much to drink as well. The weed wasn’t laced, he said, the alcohol wasn’t spiked, he assured. Somehow, and someway, his fried ass got you through it and the night ended much better as the two of you sat in a random person’s back yard picking their grass and talking about gods, and universes, and the theory of giants roaming the earth in ancient times. 
By now, he should know you don’t prefer the parties. It doesn’t stop him from trying to include you every single time though. Tonight was just another invitation, one in which you declined. 
Why? Smoking around other people isn’t fun. It makes you paranoid and uncomfortable. Being hit on ruins the fun too. Plus, the music is almost always trash. 
Vernon: why won’t you come?
You: you know i don’t like smoking in groups
Vernon: but free weed :( 
You: just bring some over when you’re done doing whatever you wanna do.
The way he does just that. Appearing at your door a mere four hours after he told you he was leaving for the party and smiling at you with already reddened eyes. 
“Free weed,” He starts, patting his jacket pocket and then stepping inside. “And snacks.” He adds, revealing a bag from behind him that contains the majority of snacks the two of you tend to gravitate toward. 
“God, just how much did you spend on the food?” You laugh, reaching for the bag and peeking inside. “Wait, why are you trying to butter me up?”
He scratches his ankle with his socked feet for a moment, avoiding eye contact with you and then shrugs again. 
“Because you’re my best friend?”
“Vernon, you never buy the snacks.” You narrow your eyes at him.
Another shrug before he defensively pulls the bag back, only to immediately toss it onto your counter and make himself at home in your living room. 
“Seungcheol disappeared with someone for a while and forgot that I know where his stash is.” He says, pulling out the little bag of definitely stolen weed. “I’ll pay him back later.”
You make your way next to him, immediately smelling the scent.
“How does he always manage to find the good stuff?” You ask with a chuckle, reaching forward to grab the candle lighter from your coffee table. 
“Fuck if I know.” Vernon is too focused on inspecting the buds he managed to pluck out of the original stash then turns to you. “Bong or blunt?” 
You look around. 
“Well, we aren’t at your place so unless you want to get kicked out of school I suggest we just roll a blunt and step out on the patio.”
Obviously, he’s already high and probably forgot that your place isn’t his, or that his place isn’t also yours.
“Smart girl. Always keeping me on the right path.” He compliments with a nod and a smile. “Do you have any wraps?”
That, you do. Because of course you do.
“Mango good?”
A nod. 
And you know, Vernon never was good at rolling blunts but they all smoked the same anyway. You didn’t mind the small bud leaves sticking to your lips by the time half of the blunt was smoked and you’re all curled up on the patio with your best friend beside you. 
It’s kind of weird, actually, how many times you’ve been high out of your mind and looked at him like this. It’s probably because the two of you always smoke together in the early morning or when the moon is out. You still remember the first time you looked at him this way. 
You crashed at his house after a particularly bad party and he woke you up from the couch that next morning offering a parting gift before he walked you home. After all, it was only a few streets away. His hair was a fucking mess, and his eyes were so drowsy with sleep that you could tell that he was even more groggy than you were to be awake. The morning sun burned his eyes, and likewise for you. You could see them glisten through the pain of light penetrating his pupils, and you could hear the way his nails scratched at his bed head after a winded stretch. His oversized hoodie offering the look of a particularly comfortably, but pissed off best friend for waking up so early. 
The smoke inhaled more smoothly that morning, and his smile seemed a little brighter than usual too. 
Right now, as you look at him, he’s in that exact same oversized hoodie with a beanie covering the hair he likely decided not to brush today. Despite a party, despite being out and about, he’s just….Vernon. With his febreze scented everything to hide the smell of his burn-out ways, and his stupid eyes that are always glassy and offering a watery, sparkly look. 
“What the fuck are you looking at?” He half-giggles under the discomfort of your gaze. Feeling a little insecure, in all honesty. 
“Oh, sorry.” You shake your head in a way to shake your thoughts of the constant fondness you feel for him. You’re not entirely comprehending that you admire him, you just happen to like noticing things. “I zoned out.”
“I can see that.” He smiles, turning away from you and facing the night sky. “It’s muggy out here, we should go back inside. We can finish the rest of this later?”
You nod, staring him down. Only he would wear a fucking hoodie in humid ass weather like this summer offers. He should know by now that even at night, it feels disgusting outside. 
It’s silent save for a few laughs as the two of you make your way back inside. The air conditioner hits your skin in a wonderful way, bringing goose bumps and causing you to let out a small shiver. 
“So much better,” You nearly sing-song out as you flop yourself down on the couch, your body feeling that familiar heavy feeling. “Do you think Seungcheol has noticed by now that you stole his weed?”
“Nah, he usually gives me some anyway since I’m always sharing with him.”
That’s fair. Still, the whole idea of stealing it felt dangerously funny and weirdly attractive. 
“Thanks for coming over by the way, I’m glad you weren’t too tired.” You smile, zoning out entirely by now.
Vernon hums out a response, now flopping down next to you and just lying there to feel the high he’s always chasing. 
The silence is short lived though, as he starts laughing out at nothing. You turn to look at him, waiting for some sort of joke or explanation of what he’s thinking about. 
“What’re you thinking about?” You say, almost laughing with him because it’s kind of contagious. 
“I just, like, it’s so stupid actually–” He starts, laughing out a breathy type of laugh and then taking in a breath to be able to speak again. “I was just thinking about how like, I had this dream the other day and it was literally just my old communications professor running away on stilts.”
Okay, now, hold on. That image is actually hilarious and it kind of sends you into a laughing fit too.
“What the fuck?” You laugh, wondering what he must be thinking about all the time to have dreams like that. “I never have funny dreams, mine are always scary or like…”
You trail off in a very obvious way, but thankfully Vernon isn’t amazing at finishing your thoughts or picking up on hints as to what you may have been about to say. 
Until like, fucking now apparently. 
“Oooooh,” He laughs, looking away from you. “You got a spicy dream to share?”
Man, you’ve got plenty but probably none that he’d be too interested to hear about. 
“Nah, nothing of note to really mention.” You say back, the laughing fit calming itself within you. 
“Well, that’s some bullshit. I have some pretty wild dreams, the sex ones can be kind of funny too.” 
Oh, your ears perk up. 
“What’s the funniest one you’ve ever had?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. 
“There was this one time I had a dream about Mingyu’s cousin.” 
You dead-pan stare at him in shock.
“I’m gonna tell on you.” You say, but he completely brushes you off.
“No! I mean, it’s not like I enjoyed it actively, but whoever I was in that dream was really going to town. I mean I was like, man–” He pauses, remembering the dream. “I’m pretty sure my dick was crying when I woke up because if I remember correctly, she was gnawing on it like a piece of beef jerky.” 
You snort and roll your eyes. 
“You’re totally the type to get off on some weird shit like that. Oh my god. Do you ever have a normal dream? Or like, a normal thought for that matter?”
He stares at you and you swear you can see his cheeks fan over with a blush. 
“Well….” He says, trailing off. “I mean, yeah. Of course I do, but you seem to like the funny ones the most.”
“Okay, then try and tell me a normal one and let’s see how it goes.”
Normal to Vernon may not be normal to you, but also he can’t tell if you’re referring to a sex dream or not. He’s not entirely the type to shy away despite feeling a little shy. 
“Sex dream or non sex dream?”
You think hard about which type of dream you want him to describe to you (no you don’t.)
“Sex dream.” 
He smiles, flicking his eyes to the bag of snacks on the table but opting to give it some more time before he starts eating like a damn goblin. 
“Let me think of one, hold on.” 
You sit there patiently, which probably doesn’t look very patient considering you quite literally turn your entire body to face him and rest your chin on your palm as if you’re expecting some inception styled sex or something. 
“Um…” He trials off, remembering very little of most of his sex dreams besides, well, the one he had of you. But to be fair most of them are about you, and he sees you so often that they’re kind of hard to forget. 
He can’t just tell you that though. He might be fucking zooted but he’s not an idiot. 
“Last week I had this dream about you.” 
Okay, maybe he’s an idiot. 
“Oh? Me?” You adjust your posture even more to that of interest, for no reason other than curiosity. You’re a bit flattered. 
“Yeah but that’s probably not one you wanna hear. There’s also one I had about–” Right, that one was about you too. “Or maybe…” Still about you.
You narrow your eyes.
“Just tell me the damn dream. I wanna know if I was any good.”
Vernon, for the first time in what feels like years, is experiencing extreme awkwardness. Nervousness. Dare he say, anxiety. Probably because of the way you blink at him with some type of expectation for this to be totally normal. Definitely a situation where he shouldn’t be feeling shy or even slightly turned on simply for thinking about all of those dreams he pretended he never had when you were with him.
Why did he have to tell you about this? Because now he has to actually tell you about it.
You watch him and the way he’s acting, noting that glimpse of nervousness and reaching forward to clap your hand on his knee. 
“Vernon, it was a dream, it’s not that big of a deal. You’ve been in a few of mine too.”
Well, that’s both comforting to him and terrifying because if he was in your dreams, the vernon in your head probably couldn’t even get you off. Which is fucked up of him. 
“If I tell you, you gotta tell me one of yours then.” 
You nod, resuming a more slouched posture and preparing to listen to him and his god awful story telling.
Except, it’s not awful. In fact, you can see him physically react to the images in his head as he re-tells the story. Those little movements in his legs? They don’t go unnoticed. 
“Last week, I had this dream and–” His eyes closed as he leaned himself against the couch, bouncing one leg up and down as if to calm his energy. He remembers it so clearly, and it’s kind of hard to admit with you right next to him. “Fuck,” He sighs out, ultimately choosing to leave the real life situation and instead live in his head for a few moments. 
Then, he opens his eyes and looks at you. 
“You couldn’t keep your hands off of me.” 
There’s a swirling inside of your belly at the way he is telling you this dream. One that makes you feel as though your initial reaction to his reaction isn’t so wrong after all. The dream turned him on. 
He liked it. 
He probably wanted it to happen after he woke up. 
“Then what happened?” You ask in a voice much smaller than you intended. 
Another sigh comes from him as he closes his eyes again, thinking hard about how detailed he should be about it. 
“Are you really wanting me to go into detail about how I dreamed about us fucking?”
You nod immediately, and then try to offer some form or relief. 
“If you don’t want to, that’s okay. Can you at least tell me if I was any good?” 
The way his eyes stay closed as he hums out. He is thinking. Very hard. 
“Well, it’s the only thing I’ve been jerking off to since it happened so I could argue that, yeah, you were pretty good.” 
You weren’t expecting him to admit how real he made the dream in his waking life. It’s an image he seemed to cling onto, and now, it’s an image you kind of want to cling onto as well. 
“Then tell me what happened.”
“I think I’ve admitted enough, it’s your turn now.”
Suddenly you feel shy. Yeah, it’s just a dream and all of that but now, seeing the way he seemed to really enjoy fucking you while being asleep, maybe you can admit to have liked the dream you had about him too. 
“We were in your living room and you went down on me. Absolutely rubbed one out when I woke up. Now, continue with yours.”
The fucking whiplash he gets from those string of words only drives him to continue.
“Oh how funny, I also went down on you in my dream too.” He tries to be normal about it, you can tell. “Would’ve been nice if I could actually taste it but as you know, I was like, asleep, and you’d probably never let me do that anyway.”
The side eye he gives you after saying that is almost hilarious. Almost.
“Well, were you any good at it?” You ask, leaning back against the arm of the couch and also pretending to be very normal about this sudden shift in friendship. 
“I’d say I was. Are you as vocal as you were in my dream?” He prods, still side-eyeing you. 
“Oh, most definitely.” 
He watches the way you lean back, the way you squeeze your thighs, the way you look a little flushed and he’s sure it’s not just the high doing it. 
“In my dream, you were also really wet for me.”
That, you can believe. 
“I’m really wet right now.” You admit in a monotone voice, staring straight at him and the way he turns his face away from you. 
“I’m also really hard,” He whispers out, not at all hiding the fact that his length is showing blatantly through his jeans. “We could, um, maybe…”
He didn’t even have to finish the sentence before you move yourself directly next to him, almost on him. You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling how warm he still is in this hoodie. You reach your arm up, pull off his beanie, and ruffle his hair once before smiling. 
“Are you going to eat me out first?”
It’s the way he nearly chokes, drowsy eyes no longer staring into space but staring directly at the way his cock twitches as your voice asks him such a thing. 
He nods.
“Yeah, yeah.” A cough. “Yes.” 
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Aegon ii Targaryen NSFW Alphabet
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summary: it's in the title :3
notes: i don't condone anything aegon ii has done in canon. that being said, tgc is so... arhaskhfkghl enjoy
warnings: smut, written with fem!reader in mind, mentions of sw
tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @cookielovesbook-akie @a-beaverhausen @ilikeitbetterangsty (hmu to be added to any taglist)
masterlist | requests are OPEN!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He wants to be the one to be cuddled and taken care of after. Honestly, he doesn’t mind that you’re sticky/sweaty, he just wants a hug.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He pretends to be confident about his body, but there’s nothing he likes about it much. Whatever you appreciate most, he does too.
For you, he’s a simple man. Likes tiddies.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
This goes hand in hand with the body part thing. He likes coming on your tits as well.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Wants to have a threesome/foursome. Doesn’t really care how many people there are, and he certainly wouldn’t mind watching.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He thinks he’s experienced, but all of that comes from whores. You’ll probably have to teach him a bit.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Idk.. maybe spooning? Something cuddly for sure
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He doesn’t take himself very seriously anywhere, but he wants to be taken serious. He’ll joke around, but he’d rather focus on the moment
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Not well groomed. He doesn’t care very much, but doesn't care how well groomed you are either.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
I think he’d be very intimate if he cared for you. In my head, aegon is definitely polyamorous/would prefer open relationships, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Uhh- let’s skip this one
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise. He wants to be praised so so much, even though he won’t ask for it
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
A pleasure house is probably most practical, but his bedroom is also good.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. His own mind. Anything and everything really. He wiped you off with a towel once? Now he sees a towel and gets horny. It just be like that.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Hurt you. He doesn’t enjoy pain on you or himself.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He prefers receiving, and he loves to be cockwarmed like that as well
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Mostly slow, a little bit lazy maybe. Morning sex with him is top tier.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He likes quickies in the form of surprise blowjobs/handjobs, but he’d rather fuck you properly
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s not that into experimenting. He’s got a few things he likes but if he’s with a partner he trust then sure, maybe.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can go for one or two rounds, but everything around that is way more important to him. Likes to take it slow.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Regular Aegon wouldn’t have toys, but modern!Aegon most definitely would. Maybe a vibrator or something to make you feel good.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He feels terrible when he teases, so he normally doesn’t do it.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He moans for sure. He wants you to hear him too.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Sometimes, he prefers cuddling over sex, but there’s nothing as good as pulling you close when you’re half-awake and playing with you until you’re fully there.
Modern!Aegon finds vibrating underwear hilarious
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Okay honestly I think he’s average-
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Depends on his mood. If he’s feeling down, then it’s none existent but if he’s happy, he’s insatiable
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Extremely quickly. He’s been in your arms for two seconds, and boom he’s gone.
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Ok so for your Paul stuff… y/n has been dating Paul since the cavern club days, now it’s set during get back, and Paul has gotten a lot more dominant….
Good LORD i have been lacking smh. But woohoo ft Paul McCartney for the first time on my account ‼️
Era: 1969
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it’s been 8 years since you and Paul have gotten together, you guys met early 1961, back when The Beatles were still performing at the infamous Cavern Club. You showed up to every show and ultimately got the attention of the handsome bassist, after that night, you and him have been pretty much inseparable. At the beginning of your relationship, Paul was very shy, and would let you take the reigns when it came to bedroom activities. But, something changed, to say the least. As the Beatles grew bigger and more popular, the more confident Paul grew. And it wasn’t just an egocentric kinda thing, he started to really push himself when it came to sex as well. Especially now, with how stressed he is with the band seemingly falling apart, even though he doesn’t want to admit it, and obviously you don’t either. And the numerous moments in between when John hit on you when drunk and apologizing in the morning after Paul’s scolding.
“I just don’t understand it, y/n.” Paul sighed, looking at the copious amounts of song writing material on the table. You looked at him, with nothing but sympathy, you know that Paul is truly trying his best and how passionate he is about the band, it truly is exceptional.
“Paul, I promise, everything will be fine.” You say softly, bringing your hands to his shoulders and slowly massage them. You felt him groan as his head laid against your chest. This went on for a minute or so until he turned around and gave you a soft kiss, Paul was always such a passionate lover, he usually was never too rough, even though he sure tried.
“Y/n, I want to try something, I heard it helps with stress, at least, something to do with what John was rambling about earlier, but, I wanted to ask you if you want me to be… rougher, in bed.” You blushed as he explained, you’ve never done that before, but as much stress he’s been dealing with lately, you couldn’t help but not give in to what he wants.
“Of course, we can try. That’s fine with me.” You said, you smiled as Paul’s eyes grew wide and giggled, he honestly didn’t think you’d agree to it. Paul picked up bridal style and took you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed. You pulled yourself up by your elbows to see the look Paul’s eyes change, they looked darker than usual, and filled with lust. Your breath hitched as he slowly unbuttoned his vest and the white button up he had underneath. Today was a very stressful day for him, whether it be him and George bickering or John completing spacing out or having pda with Yoko.
“Strip for me, love.” He demanded. His voice deeper than usual. You immediately got on your knees on the bed and unbuttoned your blue cardigan along with your white top, along with your black, lacy bra you had been wearing. Paul seemed to be impatient as he grabbed your knees and pulled from under them so you fell on your back, as he nearly ripped off your black skirt and panties. This was definitely not the norm for him. He spent no time slipping a finger into you without warning, causing you to arch your back and moan loudly. He immediately shoved a second one in, causing you to gasp, he’s usually very slow in mid movements, but this definitely is different, he’s wasting no time. His fingers always manage to hit your sweet spot as his fingers curled. Causing your legs to shake as you continued to moan.
“Never noticed how needy you are, love. I think I’m gonna need some convincing if you want me to do more than this.” He said, kissing your forehead, although his fingers felt ethereal, you did wish he was actually inside you, especially at such a fast and deep pace he was going.
“P-Paul, please, I need you.” You moaned out shakily, a huge grin painted his face, as he slowly unbuttoned his pants in a excruciatingly slow pace, which made your thighs clench.
“Paul, come on, please I need-“ you stopped dead in your tracks as Paul shoved his entire length into you at one go, causing you to yelp out. Paul gave you no time to adjust, which he usually does, and just immediately started a hard pace.
“Come on, you asked for this, what you get for rushing me.” Paul grunted, you cried out as he hit all the right spots, you have no idea where this type of Paul has been all your life, well, the last 8 years, but you weren’t complaining. You have never felt yourself so close to the edge before, it never came this fast. You could feel the warm feeling in your stomach growing, you felt as if you were a ticking time bomb.
“P-Paul-“ you gasped
“Already? I don’t know, should I let you cum?” He says, in a very breathy tone as he lets out groan after groan. He never made you beg before.
“P-please Paul! Please let me cum, please!” You cried out, Paul spent no time rubbing your clit before you felt the feeling in your stomach snap and you let go all over him. Paul didn’t stop, though. You felt yourself started to get overstimulated, tears started to brim your eyes and the shakiness you were feeling wouldn’t subside.
“I know, I know, I’m almost there, love.” He moaned, after about three more thrusts, he came inside you with a loud groan. Which is probably the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. His long, dark brown hair disheveled, and his face was flushed. He looked so darkly beautiful. He laid next to you and kissed your face all over, no matter how rough he was, he will always be the same boy you fell in love with in Liverpool.
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THIS WAS KINDA BAD BUT WE NEEDED PAUL CONTENT IT NEEDED TO HAPPEN
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lizzieislife94x · 3 months
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Halloween (w.m)
Just to update the book message me if you have a request 😊
WandaxG!P Reader 
i know the picture isnt halloween or wanda but this is how she looks ok lmao just go with it.
Y/ns POV:
"Nat help me please I don't know what to dress up as I can't even match with wanda because she won't tell me her costume" I pout as I slump back on the chair of the store we're in as she laughs at me "y/n calm down we have plenty of time we'll find you something to wear" I sit up looking at Natasha "dude what about scarface just a simple black suit open shirt and cute hat to tie it off" she looks at me like she's thinking the idea over "hmm yeah that could work" she smirks as we look for the perfect suit after an hour we're finally done "I HATE shopping" I say with an over  exaggerated tone acting over dramatic "you're such a child y/n" she laughs as she pushes me making me laugh "let's go get coffee" I pout god Inever knew I needed an iced coffee till now "yessssssss I'm in let's go hoee" she says with excitement to her tone we head to starbucks both of us chatting about what we think tonight's party will turn into Tony will go over the top like always. 
Wandas POV:
I lay back on my bed letting out a groan as I run my hands over my face "wanda it's OK it's not THAT short just don't bend over" Maria says with a deep laugh "I know I wanted a slutty bunny but don't you think this is to much if I bend over even a little everyone will get a show my tits are practically spilling out I just don't know if I should go for something a little more safe" I sigh as Maria sits beside me "wanda it's fine you look sexy as fuck just imagine y/ns face as you walk into the party" I bite my lip as the thought of my girlfriend laying eyes on me enters my mind mmmh fuck she'll loose her shit I wonder how long I can tease her before she rips what little material there is off my body and fucks me senseless "eww wanda your thinking about her seeing you in that a little to hard" she says with a laugh snapping me out of my thoughts making me laugh "thanks for helping me Maria I'd have gave up like 2 hours ago" I say as she gives me a smile "don't mention it wands always here to help, so what do you think y/n will come as tonight" I look at her and sit on the edge of the bed "I honestly don't know she didn't give me any ideas we said we'd keep eachothers as a surprise but I know she'll look amazing' I smile as I think of y/n.
Y/ns POV:
That coffee was amazing just what I needed I'm currently waiting outside starbucks as Nat pays for some cakes to take back to the compound "want me to carry them" I say as Nat walks towards me with cakes in hand she laughs and shakes her head "no y/n it's OK but thank you" I nod and we walk back to the car the drive back to the compound is fast and full of laughter I quickly jump up and get the cakes from the trunk as Nat tries to get them first "ha I got them" I say with a proud smile as we walk inside to an empty looking compound I walk to the kitchen putting the cakes down and head upstairs "hello is anyone even home" I yell after a minute wanda runs from our room straight into my arms "babyyy I missed you did you find a costume" I spin her a little as I squeeze her "I did I did honey I can't wait to see your costume tonight though" I say with a smile as I place her down and kiss her lips it started as a sweet innocent kiss but soon turned passionate and lustful I pin her to the wall as I make my way to her neck kisses and sucking as she moans pulling me closer to her "mhh baby make me feel good" she whispers I smirk and grip her hips as I suck her sweet spot making sure I leave my mark "right here baby in the hallway" I moan against her neck as my hand sides up her top instantly finding her perky tits with no bra covering them I play with her nipples as she bites her lip and nods "words slut" I smirk as she moans when she gets sloppy like this wanting to fuck in risky places she loves when I'm rough and speak to her like that and honestly it's such a turn on when she's acting like a desperate slut "fuckkkk baby please just fuck me right here right now before anyone comes up here" I bite my lip and moan as I push her back against the wall dropping to my knees pulling her shorts down I look up a ther with an eyebrow raised "no panties maximoff " I smirk as I advert my eyes back to her dripping core I rub my thumb over her clit biting my lip as she moans at the touch I lean in placing gentle kisses over her clit her moans are music to my ears and enough to make my not so little friend downstairs wake up I quickly stand up and turn her pressing her face against the wall "mhhh baby so sexy when your acting like a desperate slut for me" she moans as I unzip my pants pushing them down as my dick springs out to action "I need you baby stop teasing and fuck me" she groans, I smirk and slap her ass as I grab her hips and fix her to where I want her I spread her legs looking down moaning at my perfect girlfriend I grab my cock and step closer as I run my tip through her dripping folds causing both of us to moan at the contact "so fucking wet honey" I gently begin to push my dick inside her tight cunt as a string of moans leave her mouth "uh shit yessso..big...fuckkk y/n" she moans a little to loud but I don't even care who hears at this point I grab her hips and slam deep inside her tight cunt as she screams in pleasure and I moan as I lean my head back giving her a chance to adjust to my size
"fuck babygirl I love the way your pussy grips my dick" I groan I start to thrust slowly enjoying the sounds my girlfriend is making "fa...faster" she whimpers out I smirk and slap her ass as I pull almost all the way out and slam deep inside her cunt causing her to scream"so good" she says as her eyes roll her legs start to shake letting me know I'm hitting the right places I pick up my pace thrusting deeper and faster fuck I wish I could see her tits bounce as I fuck her, I lean in and gently bite her shoulder as I quicken my thrust the sound of her wet cunt and our skin slapping is all that can be heard if anyone comes near they'll definitely hear, I smirk the thought of getting caught turning me on more I continue my brutal pounding as she turns into a drooling mess legs shaking I feel my orgasm approach as she let's out a scream her walls gripping my cock "I'm I'm fuckkkk I'm cumming" she breaths out as I continue to thrust faster after a few more thrusts I slam deep inside her shooting my load deep in her tight little cunt I lean my head forward against her back as we both try and regain our composure "so fucking good princess' I moan against her back as she only nods in agreement "you want me to carry you to our bedroom princess" I giggle leaving kisses along her shoulder "mhhh yes please" she whispers in a sweet sleepy voice I slide out of my girlfriend earning a moan from both of us I fix my pants as I lean down and fix wandas shorts pulling them up I pick her up and walk along to our bedroom as she cuddles into me "I love you y/n" she whispers in a sleepy voice I smile and rub her back "I love you too princess, come on let's get a nap before we need to get ready for the party we have a few hours and when we get up ill run you a nice bath" she just mumbles a mhh mhhh making me giggle I open our door and head inside closing at as I place wanda down she instantly crawls under the covers and looks at me with sleepy eyes "baby come cuddle" my heart glows at the sight and I climb into bed cuddling up with wanda I quickly set an alarm for 2 hours from now that takes us to 4pm plenty of time to get ready I look down at wanda who looks so content cuddled up to me and smile "you own my heart princess" I lean down placing a gentle kiss on her head before falling asleep with a smile. 
AN: Just a little update for yall this will have a part 2 which I will do later☺️hope everyone's having a great day/night remember all feedback is welcome good or bad and requests as always are very much open 😀 word count just over 1.6k 
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Palpitations: Part Nine
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Attn: Sooo I dunno why I’ve put both Sy and Walter in Christmas mode when it’s Halloween time lol but here we are! I hope y’all enjoy!
Word Count: 2,702
Pairing: Intern Sy x Intern Reader
Summary: You have Christmas with Sy 😊
Warnings: touch of angst, 18+, oral (female receiving), fingering, sex (p in v)
Previous Part:
Part Eight
That next day it was back to work as usual. You and Sy got separated though, you being brought to work under and orthopedic doctor and Sy being send to cardiology. You hated it and honestly it had been a God awful day all around. On the ride home you were particularly quiet and Sy began to worry.
When the two of you got home you huffed as you rid yourself of your shoes. “What’s the matter baby?,” Sy asked as you tore off your coat. “I hated being away from you today for starters but that doctor… Dr. Weis I worked under was, and excuse my language, a fucking asshole. I did good you know? First thing I reset a shoulder. Guy was a fighter and had got messed up in training. He was so happy when the pain was gone, but was Dr. Weis??? Noooo. I should’ve done this or that. Then if I’d try to ask questions he’d either ignore me or answer them really condescendingly. At one point he called me Cupcake too and I shut that down so fast. He looked like I grew an extra head when I told him not to call me that,” you said angrily.
Sy took you about the waist and pulled you close. “I didn’t like being away from you either Little Bug. I’m sorry your day was so bad,” he said before kissing you softly. “Thank you. It was just so stressful and I feel all tense. I didn’t want to bring it all home with me but I just-,” you said before he cut you off with another kiss. “You know what a good stress reliever is?,” he smirked. You knew where this was headed, his cock already hardening against you. “What’s that?,” you asked coyly. “Love makin’,” he said breathlessly. You felt your face heat up and wetness begin to pool between your legs. “You want to make love to me Sy?,” you asked, looking up at him doe eyed.
He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, you flicking your tongue out to lap and suck at the pad of it. He inhaled sharply. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day,” he admitted. “Well I can’t just leave you wanting, can I?,” you said before he quickly threw you over his shoulder. “Sy!,” you giggled. He made quick work of your clothes as you helped him out of his. Just like the night before he pulled you up into his lap, wanting you to ease yourself onto him. This time it was still a lot but a tiny bit easier than the first time.
When you hit bottom a jolt of pleasure rushed through you and you rolled your hips experimentally. “Oh,” he gasped, so you did it again. “Shit..,” he groaned. “Is this okay?,” you asked as you kept moving your hips. “This is… this is- so fucking sexy. Take what you want Bug,” he strained. You kissed him passionately as you kept right on rolling your hip, then sliding up and down him slightly as the pressure in your lower abdomen built. “Mmm Sy,” you whined. “That’s it baby. You’re doin’ so good. Keep goin’,” he praised.
You gripped tightly at him as your orgasm washed over you. Your body pressed firm to his as you trembled, soft moans falling from your lips. “Holy shit that was hotter than hell baby,” he told you, making you laugh lightly. “Should I-,” you started before he quickly flipped you so he could be on top, making you squeal. “Scare ya?,” he grinned. “Surprised me,” you laughed. “My turn,” he growled. He started slow and before it was over he picked up some speed but you could tell he was holding back.
“Sy,” you whispered before giving him a kiss. “I can take it”, you assured him. “What?,” he asked. “I can tell you’re holding back,” you said. He looked at you in surprise. “Darlin’ this is only our second time how…,” he trailed off. “I know you,” you said as you caressed his face. “I- I can’t hurt you Little Bug. I’d never forgive myself,” he said softly. “You could just try. I’ll tell you if it hurts. I promise. I- I want you to be satisfied too,” you told him. You felt him shudder at your words. “You promise?,” he asked as he pumped into you slowly. “Yes,” you breathed.
He leaned down and kissed you before pounding into you wildly. “Ooooh,” you moaned. “That feel alright baby?,” he huffed. “Ye- yeeees,” you groaned as you came. “More than alright, huh?,” he smirked, as he slowed down, making you hide your face in your hands. “Uh uh. Don’t hide from me Bug,” he said as he moved your hands away. “Don’t tease me Sy,” you pouted. “Aw now baby, don’t pout,” he said before kissing you again. He started back up hammering away and had you an absolute mess beneath him.
It felt so good you could hardly stand it. You ran your fingers through his hair before holding onto the back of his neck and coming again. “Shit baby,” he groaned. “I love you,” you told him. “I love you too,” he replied. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and he was started to thicken within you. “Mmm,” he whined as he began throbbing. His huge cock pulsated against your taut walls, the sensation making you come again. He quivered with his last thrust before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.
“How’s your stress level now darlin’?,” he drawled, making you laugh. “Probably down in the ocean somewhere,” you told him. He grinned toothily before kissing you again. “Wanna shower with me?,” he asked. “Mmhmm,” you hummed. The two of you got cleaned up then headed to the kitchen to make dinner. “You want some spaghetti? We need to cook that ground beef before it goes bad,” Sy asked as he stood in front of the open fridge. “Yeah, sure,” you replied.
You two worked together to get it all made up before sitting on the couch to eat. You watched a show together while you did so and when you finished you curled up next to Sy, relishing the feeling of his warm body against yours. “You’re always so warm,” you murmured. “Gotta keep my Little Bug warm,” he said, pulling you closer. You nuzzled your nose just under his jaw, breathing him in. “What is it baby?,” he asked. “I’m just happy being here with you,” you told him. “I love you,” he then said. “I love you too Sy,” you replied.
He took your face in his hand and give you kiss after kiss. “I love your sweet kisses baby,” he said before kissing you again. “You can have as many as you want,” you told him softly. “I dunno if I deserve that many,” he chuckled. “You deserve even more than that,” you said, brining your lips to his. “Mmm,” he hummed.
“We need to put the tree up. Almost Christmas and we ain’t even got it out,” he said. “You have one?,” you asked. “Sure do. It’s in the back of the closet,” he said. “You want to do it now?,” you asked, excitedly. “Seeing how excited you are Bug, hell yes,” he said with a smile. “Yay,” you said happily. He brought it out, along with his box of decorations. The two of you put it together then Sy plugged it in, making sure all the lights worked. His decorations were sliver and gold themed and you thought they were so cute.
He helped you with the garland before you started placing ornaments here and there. When all the ornaments and tree skirt were placed you stood back and looked. “Where’s your topper?,” you asked Sy. “Ain’t got one darlin’,” he replied. “We need to pick one,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him. “Yeah? Whatcha thinkin’?,” he asked. “A pretty silver star maybe,” you told him. “Whatever you want Bug,” he said.
“This is exciting! Now I can put your presents under here,” you said. “Presents?,” he questioned. “Well yeah. I’ve got you a few things,” you said sheepishly. He smiled softly. “I’ve actually got you a few things already too,” he replied. You smiled up at him. “I’m so in love with you, you know that?,” he said suddenly. You felt your heart fill with love. “I do, but do you know how in love with you I am?,” you asked him, sure your cheeks were flushed. “I’m pretty sure I do,” he said as he caressed your face. Before leaning down to kiss you.
The next few weeks passed quickly and Christmas was upon you before you knew it. You had found your tree topper, a bright and shiny sliver star just like you wanted. You smiled to yourself as you looked at it from the kitchen. You and Sy were working together to make a Christmas dinner for the two of you. When it was done you sat and ate. Enjoying your hard work. “This is damn good darlin’,” Sy said between bites. “Thank you. We did a good job,” you replied meekly. When you finished the two of you made your way over to the tree, Sy pulling you down astraddle his lap.
“You first,” he said handing you a present. You opened it to find a new pair of shoes for work you’d been needing badly but not took time to buy. You laughed to yourself. “Now you,” you said handing him a present. He roared with laughter when he saw that you’d bought him the exact same thing. “Great minds. Thank you sweet pea,” he said, giving you a kiss. “Thank you,” you replied, kissing him again.
“Here,” he said handing you another. You opened it up and saw it was a smart watch. You didn’t have one and Sy knew you’d been wanting one. “Sy, you shouldn’t have. This thing is-,” you started but we’re shushed with a kiss. “I wanted to,” he told you. You smiled softly before handing him another present. “No you didn’t,” he said. “I did,” you replied as he pulled the last of the paper off the laptop box. “You were fussin’ at me and you-,” he said before you kissed him and told him the exact thing he’d told you.
“Besides, yours is on its last leg and you needed it,” you added. “Thank you so much baby,” he said as he kissed you some more. “Here,” he said. You opened the bag and found some new clothes in there. “Oooh soft,” you said as you ran your hands over the fabric of the sweater at the bottom. “Yeah. I thought it’d look nice on you but feel even better,” he said with a grin. “Here’s one for you,” you said, handing him a bag. It was some clothes you’d picked for him as well. “Another green shirt? Hmmm,” he teased. “That and blue are your color so I got you one of each,” you said sweetly. “Thank you baby,” he said.
“Meow,” Fluff Baby piped up as she started climbing up between the two of you. “Aw of course we didn’t forget the baby. Hold on,” he said before maneuvering you to the floor so he could get up. He brought her huge new cat tree out from the closet and into the living room. “Whatcha think baby girl, huh?,” he cooed as he scooped her up and showed it to her. She jumped over to it and quickly made herself comfortable in one of the little nooks. “I think she likes it,” you said coming to stand by Sy. “Yeah, looks like it,” he said as he placed an arm around you.
“I’ve got one last surprise for you Bug,” he said. “Oh?,” you questioned. “Go look on the bed. I’ll be here waitin’,” he said before he ran his lips down the side your throat. He smacked you on the ass as you walked away, making you yip. He laughed, the sound going straight to your core. You went and looked and he had you a sexy red lingerie set sat out along with a Santa hat. You shook your head before stripping down and putting it on for him.
You came back into the living room and there he sat in some Santa boxers and a hat of his own. “Oh Santa,” you said quietly, but still loud enough for Sy to hear. “Hot damn,” he growled. You bit your lip nervously as you made your way over to him. You sat back down in his lap, his thick chest now rising and falling quickly as it pressed against yours. “I was gonna say something funny, but ain’t a damn thing funny about how sexy you look Little Bug,” he rasped.
“Hmm. You planning on stuffing my stocking Santa? I’ve been a good girl this year,” you said, surprising even yourself. “If I don’t cum in my damn pants first,” he said before kissing you hungrily. You were so turned on by his eagerness you could tell the little lace panties he’d picked for you were ruined. You whimpered when he ran two fingers up and down your clothed mound. “Already so wet for me baby. You are a good girl. Santa’s gonna treat you real good,” he said before rising up off the floor and carrying you to the bed.
He laid you back and was overtop of you within seconds, his needy mouth still devouring yours. You tossed off your hat then took his and did the same so you could card your fingers into his hair. He kissed down your jaw, to your neck, then to the exposed parts of your breasts. “I think I’ll start unwrapping my present now,” he said as he unclasped your bra. He discarded it hurried before bending back down to suck on your nipples. “Mmm,” you mewled as he swirled his tongue around and around.
He kissed down your stomach before all but tearing your underwear off. He wasted no time in leaning down and eating you to his heart’s content. “Sy,” you gasped as you came. “Mmm,” he hummed as he continued to lap at your clit. He slid two fingers against your wet cunt before slipping them in. You moaned loudly as he curled his fingers into you. Your clit was so sensitive every single flick of his tongue was making you quake. “Oh my God,” you cried as you came a second time.
He came back up your body, his hard cock slotted against your clit as he rocked against you. The sensation made your eyes roll back. “Gotta get us a condom baby,” he strained. “Hurry,” you begged. Sy did as asked and quickly slid the condom down his thick shaft before coming back and sliding into you slowly. You groaned deeply at the feeling of him finally being inside of your aching core. “You alright Bug?,” he asked. “Yes, please make love to me Sy. I- I need you,” you told him.
A fire was lit inside him with your words, as he began to thrust powerfully into you. You held on, moaned and whining nonsensically beneath him. “Look at me baby,” he said softly. You opened your eyes, meeting his. They were so soft, so full of love, you came that instant, this orgasm being more powerful than either of the previous two. You could hardly breathe as he worked you through it. “You’re so beautiful Little Bug. I love you so much,” he said before he wrapped you up tight in his arms and buried his face into your neck. “I love you so much too Sy,” you breathed.
He kissed at your neck as you came again. “Oh fuck,” he moaned as the force of your orgasm led him into his own. He breathed heavily against your neck before whimpering lightly as he pumped into your still pulsing cunt a few more times. He leaned back to kiss you deeply before leaning back and resting his forehead against yours. “Merry Christmas, Little Bug,” he said softly. “Merry Christmas Sy,” you replied.
Part Ten
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morganski-19 · 7 months
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Things I Won't Say When I'm Sober Part 5
part 1, part 4, part 6
It’s been a week since Steve’s seen Eddie. Not because he was avoiding him, at least in full. He’s only partially avoiding him. Really he’s just been busy with work and the kids. But the knowledge of what happened that night keeps rolling around in his mind in a way he doesn’t like. 
He can’t keep thinking that Eddie overheard him that morning. Heard the last strings of Steve’s confession, and even though he would have never heard that Steve liked Eddie directly, he could have heard enough to connect the dots. After the initial confession, he and Robin weren’t exactly whispering. They weren’t loud either, but with the thin walls of the trailer, it didn’t really matter. 
If Eddie heard anything from the end of the conversation, there was one fact he would definitely know, Steve liked guys. That was enough for Steve to avoid Eddie, fearing that their friendship was at the end.
Though, there was some peace that came through the worry. Steve had told another person about the knot in his stomach in the past few weeks. Honestly, for the past few years. It had just grown to the point where he couldn’t ignore it anymore. It was weird to be out to someone and have them accept you so fast, especially when you couldn’t do the same to yourself. But that helped the pain start to go away. Someone accepted him for who he is, maybe he could finally do the same. 
Steve was already at a point where he was able to accept himself, but Robin’s acceptance was the last ray of sunshine to finally help him bloom. He felt whole. For the first time in a long time, he knew what it was like to look at himself in the mirror and see him, all of him. Not someone crafted the way society wanted. Just him. It was refreshing, and terrifying all at the same time.
The phone starts to ring on his bedside table. He glances at the alarm clock, 1:30, late for anyone normal to be calling. The beat in his chest starts to race as he picks up the phone, anticipating a call for help that might be on the other end.
“Stevie,” Eddie slurs from the other end. “You’re still up”
Relief fills Steve as he slumps back into his bed. “Yeah, couldn’t sleep. Why are you up?”
“Don’t know. Prolly to talk to you.” 
“Are you drunk?”
Eddie laughs from the other end. “Maybe,” he draws out.
Steve sighs. “Go get a glass of water and maybe I’ll talk to you while you sober up.”
“But I don’t want to,” Eddie whines. Steve can imagine the pout on his face and can’t help but smile at it. “Hey, can I tell you a secret?”
“If this is your way of saying you have a secret and telling me I can’t know it just to get back at me for not telling you mine, then no.”
Eddie scoffs. “Nooo, this is different. This is a secret for your ears only, not Robin’s.”
“Ok, then you can tell me.” Steve doesn’t know why, but he can’t stop smiling.
“Yay. My secret” Eddie pauses for dramatic effect, “is that I know your secret.”
The smile on Steve’s face drops. “W-what?” 
His heartbeat starts beating fast again as tension builds in his stomach. He’s trying not to, but he’s sure his breathing quickened enough that Eddie could hear it over the phone. This was what he was worried about all week, and it happened. Eddie heard, he knew. Not just the last bit, but everything. And he sounded so happy about it. Happy that he knew the secret that Steve was so afraid to tell him. 
“Yep,” Eddie said. “I heard you and Birdie talking about it. Someone’s got a crush,” he sings songs. “And on a GUY. Don’t know why you couldn’t tell me. S’not like I would have a problem with it.”
Steve’s head stops spinning. “What?”
“And you wanna know what I think? I think that guy is a fucking idiot if he doesn’t like you back. I think that any guy would be lucky to date a guy like you, I sure would. All the guys I’ve been with were terrible, but you. You’re like … perfect.”
“Eddie,” Steve says, shocked. “What are you-”
Eddie shushes him. “Let me finish. I’m not done telling you my secret.” He pauses. “What was it again? Right, you like a guy. A guy that you don’t think likes you back with is just stupid because you’re perfect. Like you are kind and funny and pretty. Like sooo pretty, Stevie, it kills me. And when I woke you up with that nightmare, you didn’t judge me. You just, you held me. Like in a way that no one’s done before, like no one. And then that morning, I woke up in your arms and just like.” He stops mid-sentence letting the line buzz between them. 
“Eddie, are you still there?” Steve’s finding it hard to breathe, trying to convince himself that what Eddie is saying is leading up to nothing. That this is all just some cruel trick Eddie thought would be funny cause he’s drunk. 
“My real secret,” Eddie whispers into the phone, so soft that Steve can barely hear, “is that I wish I was the guy you liked. Cause I haven’t been able to sleep the same knowing you like guys, and that guy isn’t me.”
The line goes dead.
Steve’s heart starts beating out of his chest as the phone falls out of his hands. Did he just hear what he did? This all wasn’t some insane dream that his mind cooked up just to fuck with him. He rubs his eyes, trying to get rid of sleep that isn’t there. Pinching himself just to see if it was real, even though he knows that’s not how it’s supposed to work. 
What he does know, it this isn’t supposed to be this easy. Eddie isn’t supposed to like him back, he isn’t supposed to want Steve as much as Steve wants him. He isn’t supposed to call in the middle of the night in a big drunk confession and then just hang up like nothing happened. Or before Steve could even say anything. He isn’t supposed to do it in a way that Steve might not believe the next morning. 
Miracles don’t happen every day, especially for Steve and especially when it comes to people he likes. Steve isn’t this guy that people just magically like back, not in the way he likes them. He’s supposed to be the one that falls hard, breaking apart when they leave him hanging up to dry. It’s happened before and he was certain that it would happen again. 
I haven’t been able to sleep the same knowing you like guys, and that guy isn’t me. 
Eddie’s confession hangs in the air like a rope, waiting for Steve to grab onto it. Simple words of desperation and lost hope because Eddie thinks the same as Steve. That they’re not a person that the other could want. That even though the possibility is there, it would never come to fruition. There was no way the other person could ever return their feelings, so they prepared for rejection before it even started. 
Steve doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t even know if he wants to believe that it’s true. He’s spent so long thinking that this could never happen, that he never prepared for what he would do if it did. He’s at a loss just staring at the ceiling. Debating going to sleep and letting Eddie sleep off the booze or running over there to say what he’s wanted to for so long. Words that he couldn’t even fathom saying before a week ago. That he wants what he thinks he can’t, and won’t let Eddie go so easily after saying he can have it. 
Tomorrow, he decides. Tomorrow he would go over to Eddie’s trailer and hope that he remembers. Hope that it wasn’t just the booze talking and that all of what Eddie said is true. Tell Eddie everything, that he wants him just as much as Eddie seems to want Steve. That Eddie didn’t have to lose sleep anymore because Steve wanted him. Because Steve likes him, Steve likes him so much. 
He falls asleep hoping that when he wakes up it wasn’t all a dream.
oops, I wrote too much again. the last part will be coming next week? (actually this time)
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OKAY THOUGHTS TIME
This should be more coherent than last weeks where I lost my mind since this episode feels more like a lead-up to the drama rather than the drama itself. Which is exciting!
It’s 6:48 A.M. and they’re heading to school…. y’all I keep forgetting it’s been less than 48 hours since Tyler got kebabed. It’s been well over a year real-time so it’s so easy to forget these kids literally get NO break.
They all look so exhausted :(
Rest In Pieces Logan’s Glasses. He looks terrifying without them, but glad he has contacts. Makes me wonder, will they be broken or intact in the Phantom World? I think they’ll be intact since (if I remember correctly been a few weeks since I’ve reread) once they interact with an object in Phantom World, the Real World stops affecting it. Like the jeep. Also, are we gonna get contacts Logan from now on, will he get a new style of glasses, or will he just replace the lenses in a few episodes? (Also that hurt as a Glasses User who does not wear them as often as she technically needs to I don’t like them sensory eueuhhj. They must be SO expensive)
Again, WHERE IS AIDEN’S MADRE?
Ryan following them again… go away sir.
I can’t tell if Mike was glancing back because he notices Ryan’s car following them or if he was just checking on the Graveyard Gang… but I wouldn’t put it past him to notice they’re being trailed. He’s very observant.
Okay little screaming moment… HDJKWHBJKHJIHJWI THAT PANEL KILLED ME (Everyone looks so DONE and ANGRY and EXHAUSTED and the collective “No.” was GREAT. And then we have Ben looking like a troubled cat that’s just… disappointed. It’s cracking me up)
Logan likes french toast and Taylor likes egg and sausage biscuits, noted.
BARRON GET YO CRUSTY HINEY AWAY BEFORE I SMACK YOU WITH A FLYSWATTER YOU P E S T
They all looked SO COOL telling those losers off. It hurts so much to see how resilient they’ve gotten, honestly. At the start of the series they would’ve been scared or crying, now they’re just mildly irked. They’ve witnessed horrors. (Also boy RUN Ben is about to go FERAL on you)
Logan is scaring me. If they are turning into phantoms, he’s turning fast. It seems triggered by negative emotions…. that could be why Logan and Taylor seem the most affected right now?
Ashlyn is breaking my heart but I’m still so proud of her. Sucks HOW she’s learned to open up but seeing her now compared to the beginning is insane. Purposely avoiding ANY human contact and relationships to dead-seriously asking Logan to stay with her. I love how much she’s grown. And her hand was shaking… she’s getting good at being more vulnerable too!
Barron doin’ the little “I’M WATCHING YOU” sign is too funny to me— AND TAYLOR DOES IT BACK UYHIGYHIGYH I MISSED THAT THE FIRST READ
I WAS FEHWJFRIHIGUJ I NEEEEEED THE MR THOMAS LORE NOW. HOW DOES HE KNOW? Okay actually I have a few possible theories:
He is a part of or has encountered the crane organization. I still can’t still if the origami on his desk was symbolism, foreshadowing, or both.
He’s got eye bags. Could be natural (like mine) or… could Mr. Thomas also be in the Phantom World? Or he was when he was younger? If so, he would be REALLY valuable as an asset for our group. If he was when he was a high schooler as well but escaped that could help too. Now I’m just ITCHING for lore
AUGH I love Red’s pacing but it’s so annoying at the same time. I can TELL we as a collective are staring to figure things out (and as a collective I mean everyone on Tumblr and the Webtoon comments) but we literally just don’t have enough information to fill in the blank spaces without wild guessing. And we have SOME answers but we don’t know what questions they answer yet. Does get me SUPER pumped for the future of the series though!
EDIT: BUZZCUT’S NAME IS RYAN THANK YOU @planetarymesss
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