#and do my fucking pouring permit thing

[motheyes]

waaahahhhhh

#i’m just a little guy and my neck hurts and i’m chilly and my cat will not stop bothering me for no reason #cant live like this 😭😭 #i’m gunna take a shower soon i think that’s the right thing to do #and then i can have yummy breakfast and tea #and do my fucking pouring permit thing #need to just get that done with #i still have sm to do on it omg #gotta get that shit done #and then i’ll prolly got take that package in #or hang out idk

[abbyromanoff]

WHIPPED

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,009

WARNINGS: fluff, small smut, mentions of straps, Nat being completely whipped, Wanda being a tease, fwb, small angst

THIS WAS A REQUEST FROM THIS ANON!!

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“So, same time next week?” Nat asked, a small hopefulness in her tone. She was leaning on her elbow, the blanket covering the rest of her nude body. You were sitting on the edge of the bed trying to gather your clothing that had been tossed away after your activities.

This has been going on for close to three months now, you’d meet up every few days to have meaningless sex, at least that’s what it started as. The two of you had quickly grown more than platonic feelings, but you were both blinded to it. Which is why everyone else had started to get fed up with your behavior towards one another.

“Yeah, I’ll text you whenever I’m free.” You smiled before kissing her cheek and leaving with a quick glance. She grinned to herself, cuddling into the stuffed animal you had gotten her. Nobody had ever gotten to see this side of her, and she was planning to keep it that way, but she didn’t expect to meet you.

The next day she had woken up to the sounds of rain pouring outside of her window. She quickly got ready and walked down the stairs to see you along with a few others in the kitchen.

“Hey guys, hey, Y/N.” You looked over your shoulder to see her wearing a sports bra and leggings with her hair in a ponytail, you had to hide your face as you bit your lip.

“Hey, Nat.”

“Hey.” You chuckled as you heard water overflowing from her water bottle and dripping onto the floor. She pulled it back and mumbled a small ‘shit’ under her breath. Wanda stifled a laugh as she shared a look with you, smirking as she took a small sip of her coffee.

“Here, Nat, I thought you might be hungry.” You handed her a plate of her favorite, an omelet with cheese and onions. She had always thought Melina would make the best eggs, but you changed her view entirely.

“Oh, t-thank you.” She quickly lowered her gaze as your eyes connected, your hand brushing hers as the plate was transferred into her hold.

“You’re welcome. Hurry up though, I don’t want to wait on you all day.” She was your sparring partner and had been since the first day. You two were placed in similar programs when you were children, so it was only best to test your abilities.

“You are so pussy-whipped.” Wanda chuckled when you left, receiving a glare from the redhead.

“Am not!” She defensively returned, taking a bite of her breakfast and lowly moaning at the taste.

“Really? So you don’t have feelings for her?”

“Nope, it’s just sex between us.”

“Good sex?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t even know- but that’s- that’s besides the point, I’m not in love with her.” Wanda eyed her suspiciously and Nat continued to stand her ground.

“I never said you were in love with her, I just asked if you liked her.” Nat rolled her eyes before placing the dish in the sink, her plate being completely cleared from every drop of food you served her. She really needed your cooking skills, maybe you could teach her. Maybe you could guide her as she added each ingredient into the pan, kissing her neck from behind and telling her how good she’s doing.

“I can read minds, Nat.” Wanda grimaced in disgust, making fake gagging noises and further annoying her teammate. Nat left the room and made her way to you, her mind begging for a break from the thought of you. Thinking about you made her so happy, but remembering it was just a thought brought a frown to her face, one that you wished you could kiss away.

Later in the week, you found yourself back in her bed, back in her hold.

“I love you, baby, love you so fucking much.” She muttered as her strap pounded into you repeatedly. You guessed it was an in-the-moment type of thing, but the way she spoke the words while lovingly kissing your neck made your head fill with possibilities.

“I love you too, Natty, I love you.” She stared deep into your eyes before her lips connected with yours. It wasn’t the same as usual, you could feel her emotions pouring into it.

That night was the first time you stayed, resting in her arms and replacing your teddy bear. She slept better than she had in years with you by her side, and it only became better when she woke to your sleeping form still with her.

The two of you walked into the kitchen shortly after you woke up, her hand toying with your fingers. She bit her lip with a giddy smile as your ring swirled as she turned it.

“Morning, lovebirds.” Wanda winked at you two playfully and you rolled your eyes, Nat didn’t seem to notice as she was too busy admiring your features. She didn’t know how you could possibly look even more beautiful than before, but somehow you did.

“Where are you going?” She dragged out, feeling your arm release hers as you started walking over to the stove. She followed behind you closely and let her arms wrap around your waist, her front pressed up against your back while her head rested on top of yours.

“Hi.” She whispered, earning a small chuckle from you. You turned your head to look at her, giving her a small peck on the lips before returning her greeting.

“Hello, my love.”

“You’re so pretty.” She gushed, making your cheeks turn a shade of red and matching her luscious hair.

“As are you, Nat. Do you mind grabbing me some milk from the fridge?” You two hadn’t even paid attention to the other guest in the room watching with a smile, only to make a face of disgust when Nat walked by. The older woman gave her a dark glare as she went to her side,

“So pussy-whipped.” Was all she said before walking away, a smirk planted on her face.

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[rojacatmisa]

Starting over In Madrid

Chapter 6 : Paris est magique

tw : may content explicit sex, +18 This chapter is quite long ! Hope you guys still like to read it as much as I loved writing it, and I had so much fun doing photoshop visuals I did several for this one.

Misa Rodriguez x Reader (Nicky/first person)

Chapter 1 ➤ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➤ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➤ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➤ Hell Clasico Chapter 5 ➤ Valleys and peaks

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The rain was pouring down when we landed in Paris, drops splashing hard against the windscreen of the bus, driving at an unbelievably low speed. I was sitting beside Ana at the front row, slowly drowsing, swung by the steady movements of the vehicle. My mind wandered, taking me back with Misa and Hayley waving happily to me again at the start and end of trainings. I was so glad to have them back. My vibrating phone took me out of the memory. I pulled it out of my pocket and broke a smile when I saw Angela had texted me. 

A: Hey Nicky! How are you it’s been years !

N: Hey Angela! Yeah so long sorry I didn’t call. Work has been mad but I’m good and you ?

A: I’m fine! What did I miss ? Can we call ?

N: Sorry I’m on the bus in Paris right now can’t call you. I do have a lot to tell you!

A: Tell meeee Wait I know It’s Misa???

N: Well spot-on lol

A: Tell me everything!!

N: Well we kissed… more than once and that’s it for now.

A: Oh that’s all …?! What are you waiting!! But you’re in Paris with the team ?

N: Yes

A: And you’ll be in the same hotel ?

N: Yep

A: And you’ll have a room for yourself ? 

N: Yes……..

A: This is looking good or bad it depends

N: Stop it Angela! Right now Misa is focusing on her match and won’t let anything happened. 

A: How many nights are you staying ?

N: 3 but only one after the game

A: Leaves 1 night still…

N: Girl!!! you’re not supposed to encouraged me !! The close still exists…….

A: Right yeah fuck the close! She’s a friend with benefits no big deal ! Just keep it secret... anyway you and I both know it's bound to happen

N: Pfff I can’t bye Angela

A: I’ll call you when you’ll be back in Madrid ! Can’t wait to know the all Paris story, especially the end !

I rolled my eyes and put my phone back in my pocket, a part of my body itching now my brain was imagining the things that could occurred in two days. I shook the thought, peering at the blurry shapes of the fancy buildings of Paris through the heavy rain.

***

We arrived at the hotel at the end of the afternoon, everybody back on the bus at once for a late practice session. Misa didn’t break her self-promise to work hard and we didn’t interacted much during the first hours in the French capital. We quickly ate and went to bed after training. Everybody was very concentrate. 

Next day, the players trained all morning in the stadium of the Parc des Princes where the match would take place. However, the club permitted a free period on the afternoon and Naomie, who was born in Paris, organized an improvised visit of Montmartre with some of us. 

I was the only non-footballer member of the tourist groupe. Hayley had forced Misa to join. She originally wanted to study in her room, watching videos of goalkeepers playing as a last minute homework, but had had to let go under the insistence of her friend for well deserved break. 

Even if most of us had been to Paris before, we were charmed by the tortuous and hilly streets near the Basilica. I was dragging myself behind the sporty women,  getting distanced more and more, as I climbed laboriously the endless stairs to the Sacré Coeur. Misa glanced behind her, saw me, nudge Hayley and the two of them lowered her pace to let me catch up. 

"¿ Qué pasa Nicky ? Tired after the morning training ? It was a hard one I must admit…" She teased as I leveled with them. 

"I didn’t signed for this ! Don’t have your stamina !" I panted. 

"Come on let’s go that way ! We’ll do a detour but maybe that mean less stairs" Hayley indicated a pedestrian curvy path on the left. 

We chatted happily on the way. It was so nice to hang together again. We shortly arrived to the front but below, a huge amount of stairs still separated us from the basilica. I snorted. 

"Come on Nicky !" Hayley pushed me forward but I eyed an empty bench aside the path. 

"I just need a break !" I said heading to sit down. As I passed in front of her, Misa hold me back, grabbing my arm. "We leave you on that bench and we’ll see you at the Sacré Coeur in two hours !" she joked. 

"Carry me then !" I said. I felt free in Paris, far away from the Ciudad Real Madrid, it was making me flirty and I played at being dramatically on the edge of fainting. 

Misa was already grasping my arm to pull me closer, ready to catch me. "Don’t temped me, Princesa !"

"Ok girls ! I’m still here remember ?" Hayley waved at us, amused. Misa and I parted, embarrassed. "We’ll do Nicky a favor and rest a bit." she added already sitting down on the bench. 

We joined her, silent for once, calmly enjoying the beautiful view at the roofs of Paris while tourists and locals flocked toward the Basilica. A big kind of pigeon walked to us, eager to find some food at our feet. 

"Esta paloma ha comido demasiado, French pigeon are fat !" the goalkeeper said, curious. 

I peered at the oversized bird. "I don’t think it’s a common pigeon…" 

Hayley put out her brand new camera  "I think it’s cute"  she said fondly and took a photo "It will be our souvenir of Paris". The Australian footballer jumped up and position herself in front of us but scared the bird away. "oh no I wanted a family portrait ! Anyway… say cheese !" she shouted at us. 

I shoved my arm on Misa’s shoulders, she grabbed my waist as we put on our best smiles. "You’re too cute girls" Hayley dropped. I felt my face blushing and I tried to hide it in the crook of Misa's neck. However, the embarrassment was almost pleasant as it felt so good to be allowed that little bit of freedom with Misa. Hayley knew the truth and was keeping it safely to herself.

A little breeze swept some fallen leaves on the path. I was so at peace in the foreign city I rested my head on the goalkeeper’s shoulder, smothered by the warm presence of her hand at my side. Hayley took another shoot. "You can tell me if you want a photo of you two kissing in Paris at this level…" she threw at us. We chuckled and I went back at hiding in Misa’s neck. But Hayley was just teasing and had the delicacy to turned around to photograph the city stretching in front of us, allowing the little break only for ourselves. 

I straitened up and peered at the goalkeeper. Her half-closed eyes were looking at her lap, a bashful grin making her so cute. I glanced around us to see if any of our teammates had followed us. It was clear. "I think I’d like a kiss in Paris" I said, my hand, still on her shoulder, caressed the side of her neck. Misa shyly smiled and raised her head. A worry flashed in her eyes and like me, she checked if we weren’t observed. When she was sure we wouldn’t take any risk, she leaned over and timidly kissed me. Felling she was pulling back, I hold her face, not ready to let her go, having not enough of her lips against mine, and I felt her grin through the kiss. "You can’t devour me in public like you almost did in your office" she muttered. I retreated and flash back at her. Her warm and soft gaze made my stomach flutter. I felt an urge to hold her close but didn’t dare, somehow finding it more intimate than a kiss. Instead I took her hand and got up, pulling her behind me. 

"Let’s go to that damned basilica !" 

***

The teams entered the stadium in two neat row under the cheering crowd, the Ultras Paris tribune loudly chanting "Paris est magique !". Tension and concentration gripped the Real Madrid girls as the traditional greeting took place. Shortly, everyone taking their place in the pitch, ready for the kick-off. Misa’s knees had been warped up entirely since her injury during the previous game but she was jumping and stretching energetically in front of her cage. 

The game started, PSG had the ball, led by Grace Geyoro quickly advancing, passing the ball to Tabitha Chawinga. The forward ran faster and faster, closing the gap between her and the penalty area in less than minute. Ivana, Rocio and Oihane surrounded her and she passed the ball back to Sandy Baltimore who send it in the feet of Marie-Antoinette Katoto. The French players dribbled past Ivana and was block by Olga but managed to keep the ball. She send it to Sakina Karchaoui, and recovered the ball behind Olga’s back, heading straight into the penalty area. 

Misa readied herself to jump, shouting restlessly at her defenders. Katoto crossed the ball, Chawinga waiting, and she controlled it, aimed and shot. The ball rolled between Rocio’s feet at full speed. Misa dived and crashed onto the grass, her outstretched arms missed the ball by centimeters and she saw it entered the cage, almost brushing the right goalpost. The crowd burst in joy as PSG scored at the 6th minute. Real Madrid were having a hard game start. The goalkeeper got up, furious at her defenders and probably more with herself. She kicked the ball back in the game, her brows furrowed, her mouth nervously chewing a gum.

First haft-time past with no further remarkable action, apart from a miss aim kick from Karchaoui at the 40th minute. The second half however was punctuated by the many attacks on both side. Unfortunately, all the attempts of Madrid were stopped by the impassable feet of the French defense. 

Madrid was falling back as fast as they could as Sakina rushed on the left side, knowing how dangerous she could be. She crossed the ball again, aiming for Grace Geyoro. The ball buried itself in the groupe of players lost in confusion. The whistle blew and the gesture of the referee was pretty clear. She mimed a square with her hands, her arm pointing the center of it to finish. The ball had found the arm of Oihane leading to a penalty in favor of the French team. 

At first sight, Misa’s face was unreadable, but I was beginning to know her well enough to decipher her extreme tension. What she dread and wanted the most was happening, a chance to prove herself when all was resting on her again. She settled on the goal line, stretching arms and legs to prepare herself. Katoto would do the shoot. The entire stadium was holding its breath. Katoto waited a few seconds. She jogged to the ball and kicked it to the left. Misa jumped on the good side and kick the ball with her fist, sending it out of the pitch. She leaped back to her feet, screaming in triumph as her teammates hugged and slapped her in congratulation.   

The match resumed. Like before the penalty, both teams worked hard at scoring without succeeding during the entire time. Finally, the whistle blew again to signal the end of the encounter. It meant Madrid had lost again. We were all disappointed by the outcome but less battered than after the Clasico. We all knew we had put an honorable performance regarding our opponent. 

***

On the road back, the team was quiet for everyone was brooding the defeat. It was still early when we arrived at the hotel and groups of teammates formed in front of the building, sharing ideas to change their minds. I overheard Sofie and Kathellen taking about a club houseboat. Haley joined them at planning the evening, grabbing a passing moody Misa that surely wanted nothing more than to bury herself in her bed. 

"Don’t even think about escaping Misa Rodriguez. You’re coming with us, willing or not !"

"Estoy cansada y no quiero bailar ! Leave me, Aussie !" she moaned and struggled to set her arm free. Hayley gestured me to approach. "Nicky’s coming too ! You don’t want to miss a night with the best girls, do you ?"

"Vamos Misa, it’s our last night in Paris !" I insisted and sized her other arm to prevent her from fleeing again. She stopped struggling but began to silently sulk.

"We going to a péniche sur la Seine" announced Kathleen with glittering eyes. Misa sent her a questioning look. "It’s a boat on la Seine, you know, the river of Paris" she mocked her.

"I know the river of Paris, thank you." Misa snapped back but I couldn’t tell if it was true. Anyway, the prospect of it didn’t seem particularly appealing to her.  

"Misa stop being so grumpy, just let go for once !" Like she would have with a child, Hayley took the goalkeeper’s chin between her fingers, and mirror her own putting expression, having Misa finally break a smile. "Thanks Jesus, we have Misa back ! Let’s go change. We meet in one hour max at the hotel reception !" 

After hesitating over and over about what to wear, I had finally put on a knee length dark gray T shirt, a jean jacket and a pair of black derbies from where my Real Madrid socks were sticking out. I didn’t like to look too classy, even in Paris. When I arrived in the lobby forty minutes later, Misa, Hayley and Kathellen were already there, chatting casually together. Hayley was the first to notice me. "Girl you’re looking good ! Come seat with us. We’re waiting for Sofie and God knows she can take forever to get ready". 

I took a place on the sofa besides the midfielder, facing Misa who discreetly looked at me from head to toes and put a thumb up to silently show her approbation of my outfit. My voiceless lips formed the words "you too" in return. The goalkeeper was wearing simple gray pants and a sleeveless top witch nicely brand out her muscular shoulders. 

We waited for Sofie an entire hour and ordered a taxi. The danish girl had barely apologized, quickly gathering us for a selfie as we got out of the car at our destination. The surroundings were charming, large bare lawns stretching in front of the Palace of the Invalides on a side, a sumptuous bridge crossing the Seine on the other. The streetlights and granite paving stones perfected the lovely decor. 

We walked to the bridge, climbed down a few stairs and arrived on the docks where a few barges were mooring. As the cliché says, the banks was indeed giving a very romantic vibe and I suddenly wished Misa and I were alone. The tall brunette was photographing the place, finding it at her taste finally. 

A few minutes later, we entered the barge-club and came to the dance floor on the lower level. The place was bombed-out and suffocating, colorful spots of light splattering on the sea of heads. After getting some drinks, we spotted a less crowded space and formed a small dancing circle. It was good to see the footballers having fun whole-hearted, relieved of any kind of pressure at the moment. Kathellen and Sofie spend many time dancing together, pausing now and then to take selfies and to chat on their phone. Misa was getting loose as she drank more and more Pina Coladas while Hayley kept making fun of her wild dancing. As for me, I was sweating hard and feeling slightly tipsy after two and a half pint of beer. 

The partying pretty footballers were drawing attention. A few girls approached them more than once. Kathellen and Misa had the most pretenders with respectively six and five woman coming to chat or dance with them. Of course, it annoyed me beyond reason for I was forcing myself to stay distant with the goalkeeper. When the sixth girl, moreover not an ugly one, tapped Misa’s shoulder with insurance, I escaped from the crowd to cool down near the wall of the room, not bearing to witness another flirt.  

I took a long sip of my beer, wiped the sweat off my forehead, while peering at the girl chatting Misa with dark eyes.

"C’est toujours étouffant ici ! T’as bien raison de faire une pause si tu veux tenir toute la nuit !" a women just came leaning against the wall besides me. 

I glanced at her, perplexed. She was tall, black, her face bearing many piercings and wearing her hair in long small braids. I actually found her very pretty. "Sorry, I don’t speak French !" I apologized.  

She came closer to avoid shouting over the music "Oh, I couldn’t guess ! You look very Frenchy. I’m Sonia." she pointed at herself. "Nicky" I mirrored her. 

"You dance Nicky ?" she led out an inviting hand and smile to me. I glanced at the place where I had left Misa but didn’t caught sight of her. Felling still annoyed by the goalkeeper power to attract girls like butterflies on a lamp, I nodded, dropped my empty glass, and followed Sonia back into the crowd. 

I could tell the woman was a confirmed dancer at the first contact. Her hands on my waist and scapula guided my body along her moves. She spoke in my ear without breaking our dance  "you’re living in Paris ?". Her smile was really charming and I felt exhausted all of sudden. Why couldn’t I crush on girl like her ? Why couldn’t things be simple and flowing ? Why was I liking one in the handful of people on earth I wasn’t allowed to ?

"No, I live Madrid actually, I’m just here for a couple of days " I answered. She made us turn around in a few quick dancing step and I caught a glimpse of Misa’s face glancing at us from across the the room, scowling, lips pinched. I couldn’t help feeling a bit satisfied jealously had changed side. 

"When are you leaving ?" Sonia asked. 

"Tomorrow" I said sadly as I was really enjoying your trip in Paris. 

The pretty women strengthened her grip, her mouth back to my ear "too bad… we can still spend the night…". I led out a soft chuckle. The prospect was tempting but I couldn’t go with Sonia like that. We weren’t even together, but I felt a jolt as I realized I would feel like cheating on Misa. My heart tightened as the thought of the footballer’s upset features. 

I pulled back from Sonia, my eyes already excusing "I’m sorry Sonia but I can’t. Thanks for the dance though, it was nice. You made me feel I danced well too". Sonia grind, obviously not vexed "De rien ! Good night to you Nicky." and she left, disappearing in the compact mass of people. 

The room had filled even more, blocking the view I had on the goalkeeper and barely allowing me to find my way back to the wall. I leant against the relatively fresher surface and began to text Misa to know where they were. The familiar silhouette of a brunette with broad shoulders extricate herself from the packed dancers. Misa scowl disappeared the moment she saw me and I was so happy to find her I flung myself in her arms, alcohol allowing me to be so reckless.  

Misa raised her eyebrows, surprised by this outrush of affection, especially after having see me dance with another women but shortly her body relaxed and she hold me against her. Not leaving her embrace, I slowly began to moved along the song’s rhythm. The goalie followed me, our hips pressed and moved in sync. Somehow feeling like sheltered by the dense crowned, we danced like we were alone, eyes closed and bodies stuck against each other. 

The music went slower, I turned around and put my back to her. My butt pressed on her hips, she wrapped her arms around me, shoved my hair to one side and planted a kiss on my neck. I shivered, led a blind hand grasp her hair for her to kiss more. Her hands on my stomach pushed my bottom harder against her while her lips worked their way up to my jawline. My face oriented itself toward them. She found the corner of my mouth, I growled in frustration and I turned to her again to fully receive her kiss. The close, the risks, the consequences, were swallowed by those luscious lips pushing me back to the wall, my arms around her neck ensnaring her body to mine as she had me cornered. 

The slow melody faded to a groovy one but we weren’t dancing anymore, lost in our heated kiss against the wall. I was so worked up it was painful. Snogging her wasn’t even barely enough, it was becoming excruciating. I was dying for more, for the all party, for a release that had never came yet. So I quitted her mouth and went to pant in her ear "Let’s go back to the hotel, to my room… por favor!". Hearing her gasp finished to convince me we shouldn’t last here anymore. 

As I began to drag her toward the exist, Misa held me back "We can’t go together on our own, it will look suspicious. We have to get the others to go or wait for them !". She had stay more sensible tonight and I had to admit she was right if we didn’t want Sofie and Kathellen spreading the juicy story of two girls coming back earlier to the all team in the morning. 

We found the three other footballers and I spotted Sofie muttering something to Kathleen while looking at us. I realized we were already suspected. Misa went next to the danish girl who nudge her with her elbow and exchanged a suggestive glance. The goalkeeper shook her head, bitterly adding "I queued to the bathroom and I found Nicky having a good time with a pretty French women". 

Sofie bought her partial lie, hitting my shoulder in collusion. "Why didn’t you go with her ? Enjoy your last hours in Paris baby !". 

"Nah, I’m far too tired ! Honestly I’d like to go, you can’t breath in here!". 

"Oh ! So soon ?" Sofie probed with a look the rest of our groupe. I caught eyes with Hayley and passed her a silent plea to help us. I saw the Australian midfielder glanced at Misa, the goalkeeper imperceptibly nodded, her face reddening with embarrassment. 

"I’m ok to go, I’m too hot too and I don’t want to end up looking like Misa’s lobster face." Hayley jibed while backing us up, having Misa shrinking on herself with shame. 

To avoid any further suspicions, the goalkeeper and I didn’t take the same cab to return to the hotel. I paired up with Hayley, leaving Misa with Sofie and Kathellen. In the taxis, I thanked my friend for having us covered. 

"I got you girls, but be more careful, you two are getting so obvious it’s a miracle nobody else hasn’t figured something out" . The Aussie winked. "And please go to your room, I’m next to Misa’s and I would like to sleep well". 

"God sake, Hayley…" 

*** 

I closed the door of my hotel room, tension of my expecting body reaching new heights. All I had to do was wait for Misa but it was already too much for me to handle. My brain was running wild. What if she couldn’t come ? What if she finally didn’t want to ? I had to busy myself to keep my sanity. 

I took off my jacket, shoes and socks and glanced at the room. The bed had been done, white sheets and pillows neatly smothered and ready for us. I found the room too bright and I turned on the night lights near the bed headboard before turning off the ceiling one. The dim glow shrouded the place with a quiet warm ambiance. 

Going in the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked tired and messy. I  brushed my teeth and my hair, took a bit of conditioner to freshen it. Then, I checked my make up, put back deodorant and a spray of perfume… Once, twice, thrice… all of that to help me regain some confidence in vain. 

I went back in the bedroom, more nervous than ever. The waiting seemed to last forever, having me wonder if she was going to come at all. Maybe she found it was too risky in the hotel we shared with the team and staff…

…a soft knock on the door made my heart lift. 

I rushed at it, opening to a very agitated Misa, the goalkeeper checking several times she wasn’t followed before she stepped inside. 

"Perdon Nicky !"  Misa sighted once she had closed the door. "Sofie wouldn’t let me go. She insisted we chatted and drink more in her room for she wasn’t feeling tired ! I told her I’d to go to bed but she wanted to come in my room and busy herself on her phone while I’d sleep !" 

I giggled "Sofie is one of a kind…"

"Si, she is ! But I got rid of her ! Uf !" she leant back to the door, relieved. 

"Phew ! Here you are at last !" I smiled to her, my nervousness surging again. 

We face each other in the small room, jittery and shy, unable to move, now we were finally at it. Silence settle between as we watched each other expectantly. Misa looked down, pressing her lips in an embarrassed smile and nervously massaged her neck. In spite of her charismatic appearance, she could be rather timid in those circumstances. I shook off some of my own diffidence and I walked to her, caught her face in my hands, looking at her tenderly, and my desire for her took over me again. 

I embraced her, kissed her softly, my impatience giving place to a will not to rush as the night still lay ahead. I wanted us to fully experience everything, each kiss and touch, equally moved and aroused by the fact that tonight would always be the first with her. 

Misa sunk in our slow motion, her arms around my neck. Her fingers gently crept in my hair and she pulled my face to deepen our kiss. I ran my hands under her t-shirt, stroking, caressing her skin, before I grabbed and pulled the cloth off the women’s head. Our kiss broken, my gaze wandered over her body and she sized the moment to take off my dress, her fingers folding the fabric up slowly, and finally shoving it off my head as well. We resumed our kissing, skin brushing, hands and fingers running along each other spine, to the point of giving us goosebump. 

Misa advanced, walking me backward to the bed, and taking her shoes off on the way. Our already fast breathing quickened. My heels hit the bed framed, I gasped, turned over at the last moment, having Misa loosing balance and falling onto the mattress. She smiled in surprise and settled herself in the middle of it, her half bare body an irresistible invitation to join her as soon as possible. 

I went over her, instantly back at full-mouthed kissing, a needy fire surged and spread as she caressed my bare skin. Misa straightened up and I wrapped my legs around her hips. Her powerful hands secured me against her while she looked up to me, silently asking for us to resume our kissing. I leaned toward her mouth and softy bit her lower lips, hearing the woman rasping breath in return. I released her, she send her tongue between my lips, reaching for mine, as her fingers found my bra and worked at unhooking it. I imitated her and we both sent our underwear to the floor. Quickly, we pressed our chest against each other, back at stroking our now entire naked upper bodies, the feel of Misa’a soft and bare breast on me stirring waves of heat in my stomach. 

I couldn’t bear to take our time anymore, I put my weight against the goalie to bring her to lie down again. Misa grinned and resisted. I unwrapped my legs, straddling her tights and unceremoniously pushed her back onto the mattress. Her eyes fed on the view of my almost naked figure. I, myself, could barely stand the sight of her lying body, topless, with her arms and long hair spread out on the pillow, her shaped abs and tanned smooth skin showing in the half-light. She looked up with hooded eyes, mouth half opened, surrendering to me taking the lead and allowing me to simply contemplate her for a moment.  

I came to lay a little aside over the goalkeeper, Misa’s arms enclosed me, pushing our breasts to gently squash, sending us both gasping at the sensation. A hand cupped the nap my neck, making my mouth fall back on her lips as I felt her rise her tight between my legs. I led out a wail, fingers gripping the pillow as she began to apply a light pressure there. Slowly I grinded on her, sending rush of pleasure in my body at each slide on her leg. But shorty, the fabric of her jeans bothered me. I broke the contact and I heaved my upper body onto one arm, leading down my other hand to unbutton her pant. 

I reset my position above the goalkeeper, began with a light kiss on her mouth and moved down to her neck. Misa’s hands ran down my back to my bottom as I nipped and licked my way to her breast, her long moans filling the room as I started to kiss her there. One of her hand found mine, the other resting on her own hair, her furrowed brows was giving away her longing. I paused, inhaling the smell of her skin, before I continued my road down. 

I stopped when I reached her jeans, witch I grasped firmly to took it off. Misa chest was rising up and down deeply, looking avidly at me as she had very well guessed were I was planning to go next. I took the time to dispose of my panties, more turned on to see her head jerked back on the pillow as she regained some of her breath. Fuck she was so hot ! Her perfect awaiting body menaced to finish me only at the sight. I tried to cool myself down, pushing back my own arousal as I swiftly pulled off the brunette’s own panties, having both of us bare and trembling with want. 

Slowly, I lowered my head between the goalkeeper’s spread legs, taking a glance at her blushed face, her brown eyes and half-opened quivering lips almost begging. My tongue ran through her and Misa's head fell back again, closing her eyes, as a hight pitch whimper escaped her mouth. Her sweet voice filled the room and covered my own whining. Her hands desperately clung at my hair to have me go on and on, her sounds louder with the increasing rhythm. 

At a moment, she set her arms upward, and messed with her hair, witch fell over her face beautifully. The vision of the brunette lost in pleasure almost had me go over the edge again. One of her hands hided her face, the other gripping the bed sheets as my fingers found their way inside. She was so loud now I was sure we had awakened all the occupants of the floor. I lifted my head to check is she was close, barely able to hold on myself, but Misa, wanting more, pressed my face between her legs again. Fuck ! I was so close, my own cries muffled by my business on her core, when her legs went rigid and pressed on each side of my head. The goalkeeper’s body shuddered, accompanied by deep whiny sights, as she sunk into the bliss. 

I exhaled and rested aigainst her leg a moment, regaining my breath. After the short break, I went next to Misa, facing the goalkeeper laying on her back, her face lost and beautiful. She turned on her side, sent a weak arm over my waist for me to took her in and she nested on my collar bone, peaceful and exhausted. I watched her yearningly, I kissed her forehead and a discreet smile stretched her mouth. 

A couple of minute had passed, with us staying cuddling, when Misa lifted her head an put a soft kiss on my lips. She pulled my face to give me a more heated one, and another. Then she grabbed my leg, heaved it onto her hip and my breathing quickened again at once. Her hand grasped my neck, she sent it traveling to my breast, caressing and pinching my nipples a moment, turning me into a moaning mess, before she led it down, and downer. 

She touched me at last, gasped and smiled at finding me all drenched and I hugged her tight, feverish wimpers leaving my mouth as her fingers easily sled between my legs. I had been already so close I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold much more. Misa’s fingers sunk inside, I whined so loudly I’d have been ashamed, excepted I didn’t gave a fuck. Warmth grew, choking and pleasant each time she went in and out, filling me more and more when I was already so full. 

My half-closed eyes wandered on Misa, and it was the sight of her far too pretty blushed face focussing hard on making love to me that made me came. The deep waves of pure pleasure radiate through my entire body, my arms tightening around her neck, eyes shut, entirely surrendering to the overwhelming feel. 

As bliss took me in, both of us went limp against each other. Exhausted by her match earlier, the footballer as given her last strength to it. I flipped onto the other side, still recovering, while she managed to turn off the light and come to lie close. She pulled the cover onto us both, wrapped me with her arm, I sized her hand falling over, hearing her letting out an approving noise in response. Her slowing and deepening breathing told me she had felt asleep at once, against me, in Paris, the magic French capital.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 12

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

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“Why would you do that?” You shimmy to the edge of the bed, “why–”

“Relax, the guy’s probably planning on getting some mile high action on the way home,” Lloyd scoffs, “I’m just speeding things along for you–”

“You asshole!” You stand and shove him, “you fucking bastard! You have to humiliat–”

You raise your hand but gurgle as suddenly his hand is at your throat, “keep your hands to yourself,” he snarls as you grasp his wrist, “you start hitting, then I start hitting, and trust me, you don’t want that.” He pushes you so you fall onto the bed, touching your tender neck as he stretches his fingers and huffs, “I’ve been real fucking nice so don’t push it.”

You sit up again, staring as your eyes burn. Hold it back. You blink away the tears and watch him as he cracks his neck again. 

“I’m sorry,” you say to ease the silence.

He grips his hip and turns back to you, “you don’t want to know what I really am so don’t make me show you.”

“I said I’m sorry,” you gulp, “daddy.”

“Ah, don’t pout, sweet cheeks, that only gets me going,” he tisks, “don’t you worry about the old ball and chain, he’s my problem and I’m especially good at solving problems.”

You nod and slowly stand, cautious as you stare at him. You expect him to grab you again, but he doesn’t. He’s calm, startlingly so as just a moment ago his eyes flared hotly and his brow furrowed meanly.

“What I need from you is a whiskey, neat, waiting for me on my night table. My room is at the end of the hall. Now, the good cask is down in the parlour, that’s the room to the east, that’s left of the stairs when you go down,” he speaks to you like a child, “in the cabinet with the golden cork. So, run along and fetch me my nightcap.”

“Alright,” you back away. He growls and you pause, “yes, daddy.”

He lets you go as he lingers in the room. Not your room, just the space he allows you. Like everything else, it will only be permitted at his discretion. You go into the hall and follow his directions, finding the full-bodied bottle easily. You retrieve one of the short tumblers from the lower shelf and snap the door shut with your elbow.

You go back upstairs and pass the door, left open, and the room empty. You don’t wonder where he’s gone and continue down to his room. You knock with your knuckles, assuming he’s inside. You don’t hear him and try again. You enter when the silence remains.

You go to the bed and set down the bottle and glass. You uncork it and pour. What do you do after? Just leave, go back to cleaning, or hide in the room as you wallow in dread. You replace the cap on the bottle and retreat. As you do, Lloyd emerges from a door to your right.

His shirt is gone, his chest is bare and lined with hair, torso lined with muscle, full and taut. Another wave of uncertainty flows over you. Look at him, look at you. He’s toying with you. He might be a douche but damn, you can’t say he has nothing going for him.

“You feeling dirty?” He winks, “shower’s big enough for two.”

You tear your eyes away. Did he really just catch you leering? You cross your arms.

“I didn’t finish mopping.”

“Mopping. Fun.”

“Isn’t that what I’m here for–”

“You’re here to do whatever I want you to do,” he sneers, “baby, tell me I didn’t hurt your feelings. I was only defending myself. You got violent first.”

“It’s not that–” your voice cracks and embarrassment coils around your chest, “it doesn’t matter. You don’t give a shit and you’re right, I’m here to do whatever you want. So, tell me what you want.”

He looks smug as he brushes his hand over his chest, considering you as his eyes drift up and down your figure.

“I want you to take that off.”

You lift your chin, nearly recoiling. It’s a daunting task. That’s it, he sees everything, every flaw, every shortfall. You clamp your lips tight and look above him, past him. Your fingers flutter to the thin straps and you guide them over your shoulders and you shrug out of the frilled sleeves. You uncover your tits and bite down as you push the fabric down your stomach.

You stop and take a breath. With a single swipe, you shove the dress down and let it crumple at your feet. You stand straight, keeping your attention on the wall. The paint can’t judge you.

He’s quiet as you wait for the first taunt. ‘How long till they touch your toes?’ or ‘is that where you store all those second servings?’ Nothing worse than what you’ve said to the mirror.

“Fuckkkkkk,” he shifts and groans, “well, baby, am I surprised? Not really but you are fucking something else.”

You flinch and meet his eye, or try to as he ogles you.

“I mean, a bit extra but fuck I never complained about too much,” he bites his lip.

You cross your arms over your stomach, “haha, I get it, okay? I’m not gonna stand here and listen to this. I have seen myself. I don’t appreciate you mocking me, and I am aware that you don’t care what I think.”

He tilts his head and squints, “what? Baby, baby,” he cross the room, “I’m being fucking serious,” he stops not far away and looks down, the bulge beneath his pants obvious, “now you got me all fucking dirty today and you are here to clean up so let’s go hop in the shower and you can rub me down. Ah– scrub me down.”

You frown as your skin tingle, spattering with scalding humiliation. You still don’t believe him. He takes your wrist and pulls your arm away from your stomach. He turns and leads you towards the open door. You drag your feet as he takes you into the blindingly white bathroom. What kind of person can live like that? Fuck, you’ll be the one making sure it stays white.

“Go on, turn it on,” he lets you go and works at unbuckling his belt.

You don’t argue. You’re going have to learn that habit. It’s easier when you just go along with it. If you make it too easy, he might just get bored.

You slide back the clear glass door of the shower and bend, planting a hand on the wall to ease the strain. You twist the handle until water streams out from above and try to stand. You cry out as your hips reverberate with agony and you nearly collapse. You push yourself up, but only so far as you brace the tile firmer. You can’t. Fuck.

“Baby cakes,” Lloyd taps your ass and you whimper, “you getting in position for me already?”

He brings his large hands around your hips and draws you back, rubbing his dick against your ass. You whine and clasp his wrist.

“Ow, ow, ow, please stop–” you beg.

“Stop?” He repeats darkly.

“I’m hurt!” You cry out as your hand slips down the tile, “I’m not fucking kidding, stop.”

To your surprise, he listens. His grip on your hips lightens and he feels along them. You groan and shudder as your muscles tense and the pain worsens. Your legs shake.

“I can’t–” you swallow, “I can’t stand. Sometimes my back locks up and— now you know. It probably means shit to you, you can do whatever you want because I’m telling you, I can’t fucking move.”

He runs his hand across your lower back and turns them, brushing his knuckles along your spine and back down. “Shit,” he says lowly and curls his fingers around your hip once more, “that’s too bad, baby, but I did get a bit over eager.”

He bends and pushes and arm against your knees, scooping you up and turning away from the shower, “I think a bath… might help.”

“H-help? No, just put me down, I just need a minute. I can lay down and–”

“Don’t press it, I’m usually not the doting type,” he warns as he carries you to the ovular basin and lowers you into it awkwardly, “you’re entirely right that I could leave you on the floor of the shower but you earned this and I can’t play with a broken toy.”

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[jeonzaxs]

no reason ⋟ kth

SUMMARY; three things you hate about kim taehyung.

pairing; kim taehyung x reader

genre; enemies to lovers

warnings; just banter and slight sexual tension. cursing. oc is grumpy and ceo tae is a menace, lower case intended

word count; 400+

notes; ahhh this is my first ever fic that ive published. @jeonqkooks forced me to do it. and this is a repost from my old account!! feedback and reblogs mean so much to me, please dont be shy to. enjoy <3

this is the fifth time in this week you're seeing his drink on your table, you seriously do not understand what he wants with you, the first thing you hate about taehyung is how unserious he is, and now you've had enough because there is no way his new secretary has been misplacing his drinks five times in a row.

“fuck him” you mutter as you stand up, grab his stupid latte and head to his office with an annoyed face, dashing to his room without knocking but to only find an empty room.

you place his drink on his table, the urge to pour it on his stupidly handsome face is strong but he's nowhere to be seen. as you turn around to leave, that deep voice of his echoes “waiting for me?”

and the second thing you hate about taehyung? his voice, you hate how it always gets a reaction out of you.

with a sour look on your face you basically shout at him “why the fuck is your drink always on my table? and no do not give me that excuse” your raise a finger up to his face stopping him from blaming his secretary.

“no reason” taehyung answers, a taunting smirk playing over his lips. two long strides and now he's close enough to you that you can feel the warmth of his breath. taking a step back, cautiously, your back hits his desk and you do all your best not to look at his lips as your eyes meet his.

“youre so fucking childish” you whisper, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. contrary to your anger, he seems too calm, his eyes skimming over your face.

“am i now? i’m not the one complaining first thing in the morning, baby” he replies, head tilting. taehyung loves this so much, he loves how you react to each word of his, you're an open book and it makes things so much easier for him. 

There is barely space between your bodies and if anybody outside the room was seeing this right now, it wouldn't end well. You place a hand over his broad chest pushing him away, finally having space to breath as you turn back to look at him “one more time i see your drink on my table i will not be hesitating to pour it over you and i'm sure your white shirt would love that” to that taehyung can only nod in a mocking way as you exit his room.

and the third thing you hate about taehyung? you sleep with him way too often.

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[drabblesandimagines]

Snippets

So, I have a fair few half-finished Clive Rosfield x female reader fics that I thought I'd share some snippets of. The brainrot is back after playing the DLC, so let's put a vote up to see if there's a certain one people are keen to see finished... (and give me the motivation/fear to finish it/them all?)

---- Winter Mead Your head is pounding as you come round, blinking in the harsh sunlight through the small window. You’re fully dressed and seem to be at the wrong end of your bed – your boots resting on your pillow.

What had you done last night? You blink up at the ceiling a few times, slowly becoming more conscious and aware of how dry your mouth is. Water. You need water.

Cautiously, you slide to sit up, putting one foot down on the ground to hear a soft yelp and you jump back, staring at disbelief as you realise Gav is on your floor.

“I’m up,” he grumbles into the boards. “You don’t have to step on me, like.”

“What are you doing in here?”

“I imagine I passed out after that,” he gestures to the quarter-drank Winter Mead on the side. It was potent, all right.

“Oh, Founder…” You rubbed your temples. There’s a pitcher of water on your desk and a goblet, thankfully. You get up from bed again, careful not to step on Gav, and take the two short steps over, pouring yourself a drink. As the lukewarm water quenches your thirst, you realise the paper all over your desk has half written letters all over them.

Clive,

Please can you kiss me? I promise I don’t bite.

Love, your admirer.

PS: Well, I don’t unless you want me to.

Gav gets to his feet besides you, “Can I have some of that?” When you don't reply, goblet still held up at your lips, his eyes follow your gaze to the discarded letters on the desk. “Fuck me.” “We didn’t. I didn’t.”

----- Lemon Tarts

“Come on now, I know I have a scarred mug but I’m a nice fella under all that.” Gav – after all, he’s introduced himself several times now – says, softly. He’s crouched down in front of the crevice you’ve squeezed yourself in, huddling your knees. He’s broader than you and his shoulders won’t permit him entry, despite his best efforts.

Your master was harsh in his demands. Sometimes it felt that breathing the wrong way was worthy of a lash from his whip, so however many years ago you’d decided it was better off not talking back and then, eventually, not worth talking at all. It wasn’t like he cared for your opinion either way. Couldn’t get whipped for saying the wrong thing at least.

Then these people had shown up, announcing they were Cursebreakers – whatever they were - that they were here to take you and your fellow three Bearers somewhere safe, bundling you up in a cart and then onto a boat and up a dock, being told you’re going to  escorted to their infirmary to be checked over and it was too much.

You’d ran, ducking from outstretched arms trying to halt you. Being in the middle of a lake, you couldn’t really go anywhere and now as you’d ran, you knew you were going to make whatever punishment awaiting you far worse – at least with your master you knew what to expect, what to brace for…

You’d sequestered yourself in a narrow gap, out of reach.  Numerous people were trying to coerce you out but you ignore them, cuddling your knees in fright.

“You can’t stay in there forever. That’s not a threat, like! I mean, it’s not practical, and not when we’ve a warm bed waiting for you, eh?”

Warm bed…? It’s a trick. Don’t be an idiot.

“Gav, what’s going on?” A gravelly voice draws his attention elsewhere and he ducks back from the opening to talk to someone behind.

You’re trapped, you know you are, and they’ll drag you out of here one way or another eventually but you’re too terrified to move.

“Hello.” The same gravelly voice from before sounds cautious now. You look between your knees to see another broad-shouldered man with shaggy dark hair framing stormy blue eyes, clad in red and black armour, crouched down on a knee to peer into your hiding spot. “My name’s Clive. What’s yours?”

“She doesn’t talk much.” Gav’s voice comes from over his shoulder and Clive turns to face him. “Or ever. That’s what the other Bearers said anyway. They’re all pretty new to the bastard’s service, though. Not sure how long she’s been there – they didn’t know her name either.”

“That’s all right,” Clive turns back, smiling as he catches sight of you peeking at him between your knees. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. We just want to help – I promise.”

He waits, patiently, for a response that you won’t give.

“Please?” He presses on, tenderly. “We have a healer who can treat whatever ails you, and I’ve heard there’s a delicious stew on the menu tonight. Plus Molly, our cook, made some exquisite lemon tarts for afterwards. You can have mine too, if you like.”

---

Trust

“Bearer ran off – she looked terrified. We tried to stop her but I think we frightened her more than anything,” Cole sighed, cursing himself internally. “Her hands were bound too - I’m worried about her being out there alone. If Imperials or a fiend were to find her…”

“Which way did she go?”

“Into the thicket. I was going to go and look for her after we’d got the Bearers to the skiff.”

“You go." Clive folds his arms, forming a plan. "I’ll go look for her. Torgal will help me – won’t you, boy? He has a fine nose.”

Torgal barks, wagging his tail.

--

Your heart is still pounding from the climb where there is bark from below. Between your dangling legs, you see a giant wolf looking up at you.

“Good boy, Torgal.” The dark-haired man rubs the wolf’s head affectionately – is he going to allow him to maul you as a reward? You try and scramble further up the tree but it’s no use, the way your hands are bound prevents you from getting a grip and progressing further.  

“Please, be careful. I do not wish for you to fall, my lady.” The stranger pleads, holding his hands up in surrender.

The concerned tone in his voice would’ve been a clever trick if it wasn’t for the hulking blade strapped to his back, the leathers he’s dressed in, the wolf sat at his heels, panting with hunger.

“Allow me to introduce myself - my name is Clive.” You wish you could scoot back more, hide yourself from his view, but there’s only so much room. “My lady, I know you are frightened, but I swear I’m not here to hurt you. Quite the opposite, in fact - I want to help you. We want to help you. The Bearers you were with, they are safe with my allies back at what we call the Hideaway.”

Hideaway? A cosy name for a prison.

“You’ll be looked after there, your ills seen to. A warm bed, a hot meal every night...”

There’s no such place in this world that would treat a Branded like that. Does he think you’re stupid?

“I would rid myself of this blade if it were to reassure you, but we are in dangerous territory – fiends and Imperial soldiers – so I require it to defend myself, and you, my lady."

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[inqorporeal]

There was something odd about the bookshop. Well, specifically its owner, but the shop was weird, too.

"I dunno, I just get the oddest feeling every time I go in," Mona said through a mouthful of croissant. "Like it's just a piece of set dressing. Like on stage, you know?"

"The books are there to be seen and occasionally looked through, but not actually claimed," Stuart agreed.

Nicola folded her arms on the slightly sticky coffee-shop table. "You know what I think--"

"Not your MI-6 theory, again," Mona groaned.

"Look, all I'm saying is that the owner knows a disturbing amount about history and especially contemporary warfare and politics. He totally helped me with that one paper I had to do last year, and I swear he didn't look anything up, but somehow just pulled books off the shelf that had exactly what I needed. And--"

"Aw, here we go," Stu muttered, amd poured another cup of tea for himself feom the shared pot.

"Shut it," Nicola growled. "He somehow had a newspaper from the start of World War I, in absolutely pristine condition, that had an article about the death of--"

"He's a history nerd, so what?" Stu said. "He inherited the place from his Da, who was also a complete nerd. My Ma swears they're the spitting image of each other, it's a whole schtick they have goong on. Welcome to London, we have weirdos, if you look to your left you can see a skyscraper that looks like a cock and we call it the Gherkin."

"I'm telling you, he's like some sort of secret agent," Nicola insisted. "There's that one skinny guy all in black who's always around, never takes off his shades even indoors. And remember last month, Old George swore up and down the shop burnt to the ground and then reappeared as good as new?"

"Old George is ancient and forgets you're not his little sister's best friend from church," Mona said. She drained off her ridiculous coffee drink and wiped foam from her upper lip. "The building probably burnt down when he was a kid and he's getting confused because back then they tried to rebuild things as they used to be rather than ploughing them up."

"Besides, even the best secret agency can't just rebuild an entire building stone by stone overnight. He's definitely suffering something." Stu held up a hand in the face of Nicola's poisonous glare. "Okay, okay, Old George's faulty memory aside, what makes you think the proprietor works for bleedin' MI-6?"

"I was in not too long before that, working on that nightmare essay, remember?" She waited until the other two nodded, although Mona now had her mobile out and was rexting someone. "These two creepy guys in absolutely pristine suits came in and loudly asked after pornography. Just like that, really kind of stilted, and loud. You know the place as well as I do, there's no porn there."

"I dunno, some of the classics are pretty spicy," Stu joked.

"That's different. He doesn't exactly stock Playboys you know? And the owner got real uncomfortable-looking, like he didn't want to be anywhere near them, and then took them into the back room."

Mona's head came up. "No ody goes in the back room except--"

"And the skinny bloke, aye. And when they came out, they were thanking him for 'the pornography'." Nicola pulled out the scare quotes this time. "Nobody ever buys anything from A.Z. Fell's. It's a fucking library without the legal permits. I think they were foreign agents--"

"You can't expect us to believe that Mr Fell is a secret agent," Stu insisted.

Nicola rolled her eyes. "No, I think he's the middle-man between the creepers and that skinny bloke. They can't be seen near someone like that, right? So Tall and Skinny--"

"Is way too obvious to be a spy," Mona said, shaking her head.

"But that's the brilliance of it! If he's an obvious eccentric, nobody thinks he's a spook!"

Nicola was on a roll now, and Mona and Stu exchanged a look.

"He's like a foreign agent, yeah? And 'pornography'--" scare quotes again-- "is just one of those code phrases they use, right?"

Someone stopped by their table, casting a long shadow against the light streaming through the dusty front window. "if you ask me," the stranger said, "it sounds like you watch too many spy films." He smiled thinly and the lenses of his round dark glasses seemed to flash for a moment.

"Right?" Mona said. "How many times did you see the last Bond film?"

"That has nothing to do with it--"

"What's more likely," the stranger continued, sipping at a monstrosity of a drink that could only tangentially be called 'coffee', "is that the gentlemen in question were local mob shaking our poor bookseller down. You should avoid them."

"See?" Stu agreed. "That makes a lot more sense. A Z. fell has a reputation to maintain. They were definitely threatening him."

Nicola grumped for a moment, slouching in her chair. "Alright, you have a point. He didn't act like they were friends."

"Exactly." The stranger smiled and left his empty, sugar-smeared mug in the middle of their table and left.

Mona opened her mouth to protest when someone else huffed a little sigh. Mr Fell himself picked up the mug, muttering, "Honestly, darling," under his breath, and returned it to the dish drop.

Nicola stared at her plate. "Wait. Who ordered danishes? Do they even sell danishes here?"

#good omens #look i don't go here but the idea stuck in my head so here you go #apologies for typos i was writing on my phone on the train

[wroteclassicaly]

This Is For You

(Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

Summary: With Hawkins burning, you only want one thing, or rather, someone—Eddie Munson.

Warnings: Language, smutty content, vaginal fingering, NSFW, dominant Eddie, mentions of injury and blood, light choking, & oral sex.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

A/N: I have no idea what this trash is, other than me letting my emotions and my dissociation pour into my writing. I’ll most likely do a part two if anyone is interested? Thanks for all the love on my first Stranger Things (Steddie x Reader) fic! Sorry if this is all over the place. I’m a few episodes from being finished with the series!

Also, it’s obviously obvious that Eddie lives in this fic, but he and the reader are going through some heavy shit (because who wouldn’t be), so it’ll be dark and heavy. Anyways, sorry for my rambling. Enjoy! - Kristen <3

~*~

“I don’t want to talk…” Is all you say, once again looking, not at him, but straight through. If you permit even a morsels glance, you’ll run like a fucking coward.

How ironic.

To say that it’s unnerving to him, that would be a liar’s goldmine. The beat in which you do not miss, fingers pinching together against a tickling press—you let the vocal bomb off with the loudest give away, mouth wet, yet pursed. “I want to fuck.”

His brows raise and those outrageously, chocolate brown orbs widen, hand curling around his beer bottle’s neck, fingernail shredding beneath its faded label. A deep sigh paddles his chest, thoughtful. “Y/N…”

He knows.

You aren’t doing well. An understatement, to be exact. In the nineteen years Eddie Munson has known you, boldly asking him for any kind of sexual activity is so far left field, that the monsters and the damned Upside Down makes more sense. You’re not giving him any eye contact, zilch emotion, with the exception that your request brings in—a vapid heat surfing its tail. You push passed the long haired rocker, but he grasps a ring clad hand around your wrist, those fucking eyes drilling holes deep enough that you can open your own rift in them.

It’s a comfort you’re not ready to accept, to indulge in. Yanking your limb from Eddie’s grasp, you try to swallow over the sting that piles into your throat when his hurt immediately filters in, distorting his beautiful features.

“Y/N-“

“Can we or not, Eddie?”

More pained directed your way in heaps.

His jaw clenches tightly under pressure, fingers tapping an idle beat across the beer bottle, tongue suctioning over his teeth, a crude noise echoing around the cabin. He’s avoiding your stare, mulling. It’s your turn to heave a hefty groan, already heading back out the open doorway, in which your bestfriend occupies. He doesn’t give you a response.

“Yeah, whatever. You know what? Fuck this, plenty of fish in Hawkins, am I right? I mean… they might be fried now, but…” A humorless laugh leaves you, bogging your throat into a constricting silence.

There’s a coping mechanism coming forth. Make jokes about the aftermath Vecna draped over your shithole town, in order to survive its ever lasting effects. It hasn’t been four weeks, but it’s a lifetime in your mind. It’s a minute too many. And you refuse to fucking think about anything that won’t make you forget.

“Stop it.” Eddie bites back, suddenly way too close to you. His worn sneakers in your eye-line.

Did he even close the door?

“I’m not doing anything.” You simply give, unfolding a tad.

Anger. Something Eddie has picked up since his own time underneath Vecna’s world, his… ‘death’. Both of you can’t go back to the way things were—all changed the moment Eddie attempted a deal with Chrissy and she died in his trailer, shredding both your worlds apart to the truth. You clench your eyes closed as Eddie chucks the beer against the wall, murky liquid pooling across the floor, brown glass shattering, Eddie’s breaths hotly fanning your soaked mouth.

“You’re a bitch.” Like a doe being mortally wounded, you feel that shock ice your blood, pulse beginning to race. It’s easy for your lids to flicker open, letting sunlight and Eddie flood your vision.

He’s so close now that he’s writhing in his panting rage, his borrowed shirt gaped open—scars from battle easily spotted. The deeper ones are still bandaged, kept away. Those dark irises are gone, a black cavern, caving to his animalistic pain, his primal want. Want for you to put an end to this, to be you again so he can find himself, for this not to be lonely as hell, and fuck—yeah, to bury his dick so deep in your pussy he isn’t sure where he ends and you fucking begin. But that road block is stopping him, halting violently to your trembling accusations.

“This is your fucking fault! Fuck you!” You shriek, purposely letting yourself shove at his chest, no other words dubbed appropriate.

You both know it isn’t anyone’s fault. Not human, anyways.

Eddie seems unfazed, sneering. “Oh, baby. If you want me to feel something, then you should try this.” He lifts your wrists into a binding bite, splaying them over his healing wounds, ones you purposely avoided.

You struggle to speak, a rebuttal caught on your tongue. Eddie backs you into a quick swivel, glass shards crunching beneath your feet. You collide into a wooden wall, dust billowing out around your frames, Eddie caging you in. Your hands are unable to escape his hold. You’re battling if you really want to or not.

“What’s wrong? Did I finally get some emotion out of the goddamned robot girl? Hmm?” His nose smudges yours, fingertips—damp with beer—leave your wrist bone to brush over your lips, pushing, pulling, exposing your teeth.

Eddie isn’t sure what the hell he’s doing, but he’s tired of pretending everything is fine. If you’re going to insult him, then he isn’t hanging onto one notion of sanity for this moment. The guy he was before all this—a freak, simply judged, turned into a wanted man that barely survived a demonic underworld, covered in their reminders—that kid would’ve tried to reason with you. But as you don’t make any move to tell him to kiss your ass, to equip a comeback, Eddie knows. You’re different people now.

That languid beat begins to pummel your rib cage with a sharpness, winded air getting trapped inside your lungs. Eddie lets his fingers leave your mouth, wrapping a hand around your throat in a simultaneous drag, his remaining one left to keep your wrists in position, his cool rings leaving a slight imprint behind as he uses his digits to tilt your neck, bending his tall silhouette to meet your flesh. He sinks his milky white teeth in, licking an angry bruise that blooms on the break-away. A hollow snap, a welcomed distraction. You fall, Eddie catches. He nods an out to you—it slips, you drown in acceptance.

Eddie releases you, stepping back, observing you as if you’re prey and he’s about to work a way to keep you. The air is on fire and you’re suffocating, falling over the invisible line, a territory that not even Vecna himself can touch. Silent communication is familiar to you and your bestfriend, and it’s unchanging—even now. Like you’ve just been strung up, Eddie your puppet master, you follow his step-backs.

There isn’t nerves, but the daze of a heart stopping descent. Eddie’s voice is raspy and drenched in that naked need to satiate his appetite and yours, those perfect lips parting to utter off a one word command, “Kneel.”

Like led is poured into your kneecaps, you drop in front of your bestfriend, palms slipping across his sternum, hands colliding at your sides, body burning to the brim, tears on your lashes-cold and sticky, matted. Eddie looks like a showman, the front runner for some contest, in which no others hold a candle. He’s unusually quiet, fingers beckoning your mouth to open. You take them down, his jewelry adorned knuckles bumping your nose. It’s not about worry or wondering anymore, it’s a dedication to need and understanding.

You’re still here. Together.

“Good girl.” Eddie is praising, losing himself beneath all surfaces.

Is he really giving in?

On cue, that shared thought process has him stuttering a barely audible question.

“Say you want an out, Y/N. You have one chance right now, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop if I fucking start…” He looks stressed at his admittance towards the last part, meeting you halfway with a crouch.

Understanding.

You lift sturdy hands, your faded polish, scraped nail beds from cuts that haven’t healed completely—to grip that light blue top Steve Harrington had loaned Eddie—ripping it apart down the middle. He doesn’t flinch from your prying engrossment, simply lets you go, his fingers retreating from your mouth in a ‘pop’. You tap a pathway across his wounds, angry and welted, others layered in gauze that is seeping with red crimson. Neither of you may talk about this again, but nothing else matters other than getting Eddie Munson between your thighs. Your bestfriend’s waist trickles around a quaking scrape, jagged inhalation relinquishing its hold on his diaphragm.

Your gifting indication towards any semblance comes in a gentle flick of your tongue over Eddie’s woven scar on his abdomen. You make sure to give every singular uncovered mark your lewd enclosure. No otherworldly power could bring Eddie’s eyes off your easing torture, his vision blurring through the tears.

You know.

These clothes he’s wearing, not even his own—you’re on the precipice of hyperventilation if they’re not gone within minutes. You fist a white knuckle grip into tattered fabric, inhaling him like some wild animal. Aftershave, antiseptic, freshly laundered Harrington clothing, cigarette smoke, and that perfected spice Eddie is fragranced in.

His brand.

His guitar pick is gone, having been given to his uncle until Eddie can claim it, along with his rightful innocence.

Chrissy, this is for you.

And you’re sucked back into that timeframe, beaten up denim beneath your weapons strapped bosom, next to Dustin Henderson, watching as Eddie Munson—your bestfriend, brings Hell and Heaven to their knees in another dimension, forging his own chaos, dedicating himself to this cause in her name. And you? That guilt over being selfishly jealous in an apocalyptic life or death situation, envy towards a dead girl, whom had done nothing to you but enchant someone you’ve loved before you could even speak a fucking sentence—is eating you alive. Eddie is frozen, a deer in headlights. Are you coming back?

It’s a dandelion to a hurricane, nothing within seconds. That hard resolve builds its way back around you, your fingers finding his belt, unbuckling, mouth over his smooth jawline, soaking and scorched, pleading with him. “Fuck me like you don’t know who I am.”

You need to forget again.

Eddie is having an internal crisis in a fleeting, secondary pausing. Can he really take you like need, like he can’t breathe if he doesn’t? Will it mean to you what it means to him? He does know you, more than anything he’s ever known his entire life. That soulmate shit, it exists inside you, the singular absolution that remains the same.

Time seems to sprinkle its eerie thunder across you, searing your skin with goosebumps that cause a jolting shiver. Eddie makes a fist, using it to push your floral shirt above your naval, the intricate pattern on his rings drawing circles around it, making you arch—gravity to a fault, and you’re crumbling. Eddie doesn’t take you to the blanket covered couch, doesn’t trip over himself in eager earnest to find a bed to lay you on. His knees knock you back onto the hard floor, a rug your only cushioning. It smells like pine, mothballs, Spring rain.

Your bestfriend’s unruly hair cascades around your face, his slim waist slotting between your legs, hands finishing the work he started. Your shirt tears in a rather comedic unraveling. It joins Steve Harrington’s garment beside your head, abandoning you to overlook Eddie’s body.

He must be hurting so badly…

You’re the biggest bitch alive right now, Eddie is right about that new nickname. Asking this of him after everything he’s been through—both physically and mentally.

“Try and get rid of me after I fill your pussy up, Y/N.” Eddie says it out loud, as if it’s a secretive thought he didn’t mean for your ears.

You start to speak, but Eddie traces your hand until it opens, fingers tickling your palms—jerking you up into him in a crushing embrace, relishing in how badly it hurts his bandaged form. He yanks your bra clasp, dipping his hold underneath the thin straps, tugging until it falls apart. Your thin cotton pants and your ridiculous looking panties are all that remain.

“I should make you beg me.” Eddie’s voice is so warm that it sounds like it’s sun kissed, flaming beneath the sun’s finest rays. “Should make you get back on your knees for me until there’s bruises.”

That ache of familiarity sizzles, making you tense, thighs squeezing closed. Eddie notices, a shit eating grin invading. His thumb pad grazes your bottom lip, his facial curvature meeting your own, piecing together. A ghosting whisper, Eddie troubled by his uneven breaths, manages. “I’ve never wanted to do anything as much as I wanna fuck you right now.”

You can do nothing but nod, entering a locked and sealed territory, that tension snapping. Eddie brings your mouth to his, one hand reclining on your throat, applying minimal pressure, the other slithering its way down into your elastic pants, bumping you into a dragging lean back. You whimper into his mouth when his hand cups you through your ruined underwear, hips rolling into his touch. Every word, each breath, it all sounds so goddamned sinful that you’re lost to Eddie Munson. Backing onto his haunches, Eddie has your shoes and pants off, immediately lifting your legs around his denim wrapped thighs, making sure you feel him.

You grind yourself against his thick hardness, veiled by two layers of fabric—a low growl cartwheeling off your tone. Your hands slink across his back—encouraged to skate across his injuries, a welcomed peace—finding purchase on that ass. His muscles clench underneath your vice grip, letting you move him. Eddie’s delicious mouth rewards yours with a sloppy kiss, his tongue working for entrance—acceptance immediate. Those noisy licks of tongues over one another—messy.

You get Eddie’s belt open the rest of the way, shimmying his jeans down to his ankles, his foot pushing one shoe off, ankle shaking to remove the other. His hands join yours, lacing through your own, as they dip beneath his boxers’ waistband, peeling them off. Those unshed tears wrap around your throat when you see his legs and torso in full.

He barely made it…

Before he can hook too long to your stare, you admire his width, the length. Your mouth is practically salivating, hungry. And Eddie knows he has you captive. If you don’t talk about it, he can still do this, right? And if you block out how much your bestfriend truly means to you, you can let him inside, right?

He spits into his hand, wrapping it around the warmth, pupils demolishing any brown hint his irises birth—all dark and wavy. His neck is red, like a vine wrapping around his flesh, screaming his urges to take. To have. Amidst Hawkins burning, amongst the destruction inside your psyches, you are both bursting at the seams, threads from your closed cuts threatening to wiggle free.

You want to get lost.

Eddie Munson wants to destroy you.

~*~

You raise your arms, hands running through your hair, completely enamored by reality.

We’re really going to do this…

You’d hoped, prayed, but never expected your bestfriend to agree to this. You’ve been so foolishly fucking blind, apparently. Eddie’s mouth is slightly agape, spit perching on his lips, fingers working overtime as he looks at you—merciful and willing. You don’t wait for instruction, knees raising to a bunch, pulling off your panties and flinging them somewhere across the room. Your thighs drop open, feet planting into the rug—rough against your back.

Eddie mumbles something inaudible, holding himself at the base, those veins clawed out over his right hand, winding into his knuckles, his silver bracelet dangling across that very wrist. You’re holding your breath, painting your fingers up and down your chest, seething in a trembling aftershock.

“Get up for me.” Your first command.

Eddie cradles the back of your head when you reach him on shaky fours, at his feet.

“Convince me why we should do this, Y/N. Show me how much you fucking need me.”

It’s already decided, but you entertain it, appeasing your mouth watering curiosity, hand laying atop Eddie’s, nails tapping against his rings, your lips parting, curling over your teeth, you take him into your mouth, that first salty taste melting into your tongue. You moan, knocking his hand out of the way, squeezing, feeling, letting Eddie show you how to touch him. Nude and worshipping him, Eddie is having a hard time controlling himself from using your mouth, discarding your unknown limits. You try a further distance, that gag ever-so-present, only to be ignored. Eddie’s fingers dig into your scalp, tugging harshly on your hair until it aches to an itch at the roots.

When your eyes meet him through the fog, you make it clear you’ll do anything to get to the other side.

“A lady in waiting…” He babbles that nerdy game speak, head dipping back to bare his jugular. “For a true medieval knight.”

There’s my Eddie.

Your mouth is cherry red, swollen, by the time Eddie has to rear back. He wants to fucking kiss that mouth.

It would be okay, yeah? Fuck it.

He nails you to the floor, jaw bone smashing into yours, nose edging yours into a bend, his lips finding you. It’s a frenzied discombobulation, like all air has been vacuumed from planet earth, leaving only Eddie’s breath matching yours pant for pant. Tired and overwhelmed, flooded with trauma that can no longer be discarded, Eddie pulls away, hand splaying above your abdomen, teeth sinking into your bottom lip until you can taste copper—gaining your focus.

“Ask me again, Y/N. Tell me I’m all you fucking need.” He’s damn near whimpering, lost to the possibility of retreating rejection.

He grips your throat with one hand. You swallow against his palming grip, lust drunk. “You know you’re all I’ve ever needed, Eddie.”

Eddie does let out a mewling. You’re giving more than he was prepared for. More than he’s seen from you in weeks. You tug on his long locks, encouraging, tone honey lathered, floating. “Make me come on your fingers.”

“Dammit, Jesus Christ, Y/N.” His bracelet is cool as it trickles along your inner thigh, his firm hand parting you for his feasting.

His rings move patterns—up and down, shaping, mapping, writing some Morse code shit. When he does give into you, it’s a fingertip gliding along your glistening labia, arousal stringing from you. He marvels.

“The sweetest little pussy has always been mine, and no one is gonna take it from me.” He muses, a possessive strength encasing his words, yet he’s still not doing exactly what your body is begging for.

Your back arches, attempting to help you gain an upper hand. You exert yourself, cries softly dying out when Eddie doesn’t give in.

“You could’ve asked anyone to fuck you, but you didn’t.”

He knows.

Eddie’s lips press against your jaw, his fingers finally opening you—warning obliterated—being accepted with a squelching slide. He pushes a little more on your throat to combine, you practically coo at him. He’s never been this hard before, unable to move without that pattering pain. And as you tighten those slick walls around him, his stomach feels the pressure.

You know…

~*~*~**~*~*~

Tagging: @littledemondani @prettyboyeddiemunson @lovelylangdonx

#kristenwrites #my writing #my work #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4

[salternateunreality2]

Preggoroth: Food and Cravings

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Genesis: Are you craving apple juice? You know, I invented pasteurization of Banora Whites, or Dumbapples as they're locally known, at a very young age. Forsooth, I gazed upon the rolling orchards and thought unto myself, "infinite..."

Sephiroth: *makes like an apple tree and leaves*

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Zack: Mom says you should eat beets so your babies will be better at playing the violin or something.

Cloud: She *said* if you eat them when you have a cold, the baby'll have some sick beets.

Zack: PFFFT WAIT I FORGOT THAT AHHAHAHAHHAHA

Sephiroth: Was...is there a joke happening?

Cloud: Yes, but it's not very good. Ba-dum-tiss.

Zack: AHAHAHAHAHHAHAH SPIKY HAHAHAHHAHAHAA HAHAHAHAHHA

Kunsel: Don't worry Sephiroth, this kind of humor really has to get drummed into you.

Zack: *on the floor*

Cloud: I take it as a cymbal of your class that you didn't get it right away.

Zack: *snorting*

Sephiroth: Ah, I believe I understand now. I shall contribute by relaying a saying Zack once told me himself, "Beans are such a musical fruit, the more you eat, the more you toot".

Zack: *honking and crying with laughter*

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Lazard: Oh, Sephiroth, I read up on it and apparently cold lunch meat is unsafe for the unborn. Here, I made some lasagna, would you like to try it?

Sephiroth: *mournfully puts down his sandwich* 🥺 *voraciously consumes lasagna*🤩🤤

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Hojo: "Specimen Dietary Plan #665 - Pregnancy" is specifically designed for optimal maternal and fetus health. I even invented a formula which has all the vital nutrients for each stage of gestation *thumps a bag of nutrient paste onto Sephiroth's desk*

--one-winged angel starts playing--

Remember, no supplementing or changing from the nutrient paste unless performing Shinra business, no unpasteurized cheese...

---jaws theme starts playing--

...no runny eggs, no raw fish, no predator fish, no predator meat...

Lazard: *busts open the door, points at Hojo* GET HIM!

SOLDIERs: *swiftly remove Hojo* This is for your own safety.

Sephiroth: *Nibelheims the nutrient paste* *with prejudice* *growling*

Lazard: I'm so sorry Sephiroth, I came as soon as my Ho-no senses started tingling. Would you like some fettuccine?

Sephiroth: *CONSUMES* 🤩👍

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Genesis: ...and this ancient oral tradition, transcribed here in this limited edition midwifery book, has it that if you're craving sweets, it's a girl. If you crave savory food, it's a boy.

Sephiroth: *pouring syrup on his pickles* Shut the fuck up.

Genesis, who isn't listening to Grumpyroth: Oh, and this religious text also speaks to food safety. "If it doth not splitteth the hoof and cheweth the cud, it is unclean". No bacon for you, my dear. In Loveless, there is mention of a "dew that quenches the lands". Perhaps this is an instruction to drink water. Have you been drinking water?

Sephiroth: *Shaking sprinkles onto his spaghetti* Genesis so help me I will disembowel you.

Genesis, still only interested in the sound of his own voice: ...and this text here, "flesh is nothing but the despicable wound of a mangled body"...

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Angeal: ...

Sephiroth: ...

Angeal: ...

Sephiroth: ....

Angeal: ok, ok, I'll make you some meat pies.

Sephiroth: 😊

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Lazard: How about some chicken soup, since you're having trouble keeping things down?

Sephiroth: No. Unfortunately, the parasite has declared Gaia Grocery's frozen spinach quiche to be The Only Thing I am permitted to ingest.

Lazard: Then might I make you an omelette?

Sephiroth, eye twitching: The. Only. Thing.

Lazard: ...or a quiche from scratch?

Sephiroth: *grips Lazard's lapels* Lazard. *Bloodshot eyes* Gaia Grocery's frozen spinach quiche. Is. The. Only. Thing. *A tear slips out*

Lazard: O-oh, ok.

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Sephiroth: 😶

The Planet: Nooo...

Sephiroth: 😶

Gaia: Sephiroth, NO.

Jenova: 😏

Sephiroth: 😶

Cloud: Hello Sir, I do not know why, but my Nibel gut said to bring walnuts, so I am here and I have walnuts.

Sephiroth: 🤤 Perfect, thank you, Cadet Strife!

Jenova: darn

Gaia/The Planet: WHEW

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Angeal: Ah, Sephiroth, glad I caught you--I just read a new study that said peanu-

Masamune: HOWDY! 🗡️

Sephiroth: The next person. Who mentions dietary restrictions. Can suck my long, prehensile, toxic mako dick.

The entire floor: *salutes and flees*

Again inspired by conversations with the lovely @snowbanshee and @case-of-traxits ❤️❤️❤️

#cloud strife #ff7 #sephiroth #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #zack fair #lazard deusericus #preggoroth #die hojo die #kunsel ff7

[abbyromanoff]

Too Late

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 1465

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, sad!Wanda, self doubt, anger, sadness

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Wanda wiped the nervous sweat off of her hands and grabbed the red roses. She gave them a small sniff, smiling slightly to herself when the fresh smell hit her senses. She had been planning this moment for almost a year now. The day she joined the Avengers, she was immediately drawn to you. Your beauty outshined anyone she’d ever seen. You were majestic, an angel sent from heaven. She never believed in the Gods before you came around. She started to wonder what God gave her the blessing of the most beautiful person entering her life.

You were there with her through it all. When she lost her brother and pushed everyone away, you were there. When she had nightmares and woke up scared and afraid, you were there. And when she needed help on how to ask out the person she was in love with, you were there. You didn’t know who it was, of course, you didn’t. You were oblivious and she was too scared to tell you. You had given her some advice, telling her to give this special someone some flowers and to pour her heart out, even if she got hurt in the end.

She hoped you’d like this, she spent hours going over a speech on how much she loved you, her mirror was probably sick of hearing it. The rest of the afternoon she spent picking out flowers for you at your favorite store, she loved taking you there. Her heart warmed up any time she got to spend time with you, and whenever you’d ask her, she’d always say yes.

Her legs bounced as she picked herself up, walking to your door and waiting a moment to knock. She let her fist collide with the door, wiping the few strands of hair out of her face. She was beyond nervous, more scared than she’s ever been. What if you said no? What if you just saw her as a friend? What if’s ran through her head like a track star. She didn’t want this all to be for nothing, she just wanted you to be her girl once and for all.

Before the door opened, she heard a small ‘come in’. She assumed it was you, even if the voice sounded a little different from your own. When she heard footsteps coming even closer, she knew this was it. She was going to ask you to be hers once and for all, she finally was going to gain the courage to do this.

But when you opened the door, it wasn’t you. It was Nat. The woman she hated most. You and Nat have always gotten along, even knowing each other since the Red Room. She was your safe place, as were you to her. She had always been deeply in love with you. It had been nearly six years of her loving you. And now, she finally had you.

“Y/N, I need to come clean.” Nat had asked you to have a seat with her, stating she needed to talk to you. You were worried, afraid she would’ve said something bad. Was she going on a long mission? Did she not want to talk to you anymore? Did she hurt someone or herself?

“For as long as I can remember, I liked you. No, not even like. I fucking love you, Y/N. I love you more than myself, I love you more than I thought was ever possible. I can’t be your friend anymore, not when I want more. I tell you everything, I feel like I can tell you everything and you’ll listen. I’m not asking for you to love me or even like me back. All I’m asking is that this doesn’t make things weird between us. The last thing I want is to lose you-” Before she could let out another word, your mouth made its way to her own. She didn’t kiss back at first, not being able to register that this was real life. But when she finally came to her senses, she kissed you like no one has ever kissed you before.

It was filled with love and pure passion. It was everything she had imagined in her mind yet still even better. She leaned back, looking at you with hazy eyes that were marked with want and need.

“I want to prove my love to you, I want to make you feel my love. But, I don’t want to if you don’t want that. Tell me what you want, please. I’m more than happy with just holding you if that’s what you want.”

“I want it, I want you. Please make love to me. Please touch your girl, Nat.” Her body toppled over your own, leaving a strong peck on your lips as she lowered you to lay down on the bed. Her hands made their way to the bottom of your shirt, begging to lift it up and see what was beneath.

“My beautiful girl, so lucky to have you.”

“Hey, Wanda. What’s up?” She was in boxers and a wife beater, her necklace that she always wore still covering her chest. Her arm was resting against the wooden doorframe, leaving a small gap for anyone to walk through.

“Oh, Nat. Uhm, have you seen, Y/N? Are they in here?”

“Babe? Who is it?” Your body made view to her eyesight, being dressed in Nat’s sweatshirt and what looked like nothing for pants. Wanda connected the dots in her head, putting the image together and realizing what was happening. She was too late, you already found someone else. She watched the way Nat’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you close into her, smiling to herself as she left a small peck on your head. It was as if time was moving in slow motion, watching you giggle and move close into Nat’s body made her heart shatter.

“Nat! Wands is right here! I’m sorry, Wanda, what did you need?” She opened her mouth, the words trying to escape her being stuck. She hid the flowers by her side, the embarrassment hitting her like a ton of bricks.

“Uh, nothing. Nothing, just was going to see if you were free.” She saw your eyes wander to the object in her hands, giving a small smirk her way.

“You finally doing what I told you and asking the mystery girl out, hm?”

“Oh? Does little Wanda have a crush?” Nat teased, mimicking a baby voice to piss off her friend, or at least who she thought was her friend. Wanda faked a laugh, hiding the tears that threatened to escape her eyes.

“I was actually going to tell you that I’m finally going to ask them out, and I was just going to thank you for the advice. That’s all.” Saying those words crushed her almost even more than seeing you with her. It wasn’t all, all she wanted was you but she couldn’t have you. She lost that chance.

“Well, I’m glad you finally decided to listen to me. Nat and I hid our feelings for each other and she finally told me. If she never did, I wouldn’t be kissing her right now.” Nat leaned in to give you another kiss, this time on the lips. It was almost like she was bragging, showing off that she has you. If only she knew. If only she knew how she’d stay up every night thinking about you. If only she knew how her smile grew whenever you were near. If only she knew the number of pages used up in her journal about you and just you. What did she even do to deserve you? Did she even try? Did she buy your favorite flowers and spend hours working on a speech? Did she love you as much as Wanda loved you?

“I know she’ll love you, Wanda. Anyone would be an idiot to not want you, babes.” You could never be an idiot in her eyes, even if you stated it yourself. Even if you were the biggest idiot in the world, you’d still be perfection in her eyes.

“Yeah, I hope so.” And with that, she walked away. Not giving you another glance as her heart shattered. She wondered if it was a twin thing because she felt like she had been shot in the heart. By your arrow. By her one true love. She didn’t know if she’d ever move on, how could she? There was no better than you, but there clearly was a better than her. Maybe if she had gotten there earlier, maybe she would’ve been the one kissing you, holding you. Maybe she could’ve deserved your love. But maybe, she didn’t deserve your love after all.

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[warmaidensrevenge]

Things just change. Not always for the better.

Pairings:Eddie x Plus!size reader x Steve

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Strangers to enemies to friends type of thing

I have this on going thought that if Eddie had survived the attack with the demobats. He would not be the same. He would be so broken and lost that he just gives up. Especially when he re-enters society after being let off for the murder of Chrissy. Though he still remains a suspect. There is little to no evidence that can convict him. But the people of Hawkins have decided he was guilty.

Author's note: I'm really not sure where I'm going with this, so forgive me if it's not great. I have a need to vent. So I will put it in my work. Thanks for dropping by.

Warnings: 18+ Drug and alcohol use, mentions of being drugged, language, arguing, violence, vandalism, sexual implications and situations, rape, and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: Everything is so screwed up. Life after the upsidedown for Eddie was ever changing. And he hated every minute of it. Maybe seeing the bottom of a bottle of vodka would help.

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No everything wasn't ok. No Eddie wasn't fine. And no he didn't need time to get over it. He almost died! And for what? There was absolutely no fucking reason to do that. Well that's what everyone thought. See he did. For Chrissy. He honestly hoped he would die. So maybe Chrissy would be waiting for him on the other side. So he could tell her that he was sorry for running away. That he loved her. But now he was here. Still being hated for just being himself. But, now it only got worse. He couldn't graduate, he couldn't get a job, Chrissy was still gone and everything and everyone was so full of shit.

Eddie was pissed off at the world for dealing him the hand he got. He prayed for a sweet release. That never did come. Many bar fights and so many drugs it never happened no matter how hard he tried. See he couldn't do it himself. He couldn't take his own life because of the coward he was. So he wanted someone else to do it. He would sell drugs and short people so that they would later find him and beat him up. He would pick random fights with larger men in the bar. Just hoping one day they would break his neck. Every other day he always came home cleaning up the mess that once was his face. Black eyes and a busted lip was his permit look for weeks. He constantly drank and got high off his own supply. He was quickly developing an addiction. Where after 5 months after the upside down spending 3 out of the 5 in a cell, he would get hammered every night.

He finally did get a job after his uncle caught him with the drugs. He became a handy man at some apartment complex near downtown Hawkins. It didn't pay much. But enough to maintain his bad habits. Night after night he would spend his earnings at the Hideout. Drinking and cursing the world. He wanted to drink himself into liver failure but it never happened. Nothing ever happened quick enough in Hawkins. Filled with closed minded followers who are always waiting to be fed the latest on who's fucked today. Living off of all the bullshit the news could offer.

One night though. Something fucked up happened. Eddie was at the Hideout on a Saturday night per usual, knocking back a few drinks. Well not just a few. Since he's been drinking, he developed a high tolerance for it. So after his 5th beer he switched to shots of tequila.

There were more people than usual. He noticed a group of girls in particular. There was this one very hot blonde in the skimpiest outfit he's ever seen. He noticed she kept eye fucking. She must have been one of the types who were into the 'Ted Bundy' thing. Most girls he fucked were like that. Thinking he was so hot after being accused of murder. Not that he minded it. As long as he got his dick wet, he didn't care.

He grinned at her and that gave her all that she needed to come to him. He turned back to the bar when he saw her pouring a beer. He smirked when he saw her coming in the mirror behind the bar.

" Hey you. Would you like a beer?" She said leaning against the bar right next to him.

He would never say no to free beer. He took it and chugged it. " Thanks doll."

She laughed and her hand in his front pocket touching his dick through the fabric.

" You know if you want this. You can have it."

" Eddie you are so fucking hot."

Of course she knew him. Everyone knew who the town freak was. Out of nowhere he started to feel a bit dizzy. He thought maybe the beer was too much. He tried to shake it off because he was gonna get laid. And the last thing he knew he was being led to the ladies bathroom by the girl.

...

Tonight was supposed to be a good night. Finally after months of working 2 jobs, working on flipping a house, and raising your 7 year old brother. You finally let yourself relax. A couple of co-workers had invited you for a drink. You had just turned 21 today and naturally you were gonna have your first drink.

See you were a little bit awkward when it came to social interactions and naive when it came to things you should have done when you were a teenager. You were home schooled for most of your life. Your parents split up when you were 10 and you and your mom went to live with your Grandpa in Hawkins. You're mom wanted you to learn from your grandfather since he used to be a teacher. So growing up your sense of humor and style was influenced by your grandpa. He taught you the value of a dime and showed you to be respectful and how to be a lady.

Something your mom should have taught you. But because of her split with your father she became depressed and started doing drugs. She was hardly around. And when you were 14 she did something so darn stupid, she got pregnant. By some random night stand. Once she had the baby she left too. Leaving your grandfather to raise both of you.

Life was so hard for all of you. You tried your best to help with your baby brother. But you were 15 years old. Your grandpa tried but he was getting older and raising 2 children on his retirement and social security income was too much for him. So as soon as you were able to get a job you did. It started off mowing lawns and a paper route. Mornings and afternoons were filled with work. Evenings were meant for homework and helping with Connor. The older you got the harder it was. Going through your own female issues with no idea what was going on. Your grandfather tried to teach you about the birds and the bees but it was just too hard for him to do that.

As soon as you turned 18 you got a job at the plant. It paid well and you guys started to live comfortably. That was until your grandfather's health declined. It was so bad that you needed to hire a live-in care provider. This causing you to get yet another job. Now working 16 hour days you rarely had time to yourself. Your days off were spent taking care and spending time with your brother. You enrolled Connor in public school and tried your best to give him the best life you could provide for him.

You were 20 when your grandpa passed. He left everything to you and Connor. He even left you saving bonds that were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. But you didn't have access to it until you were 25. Which was fine because since you were 15 all the money you gave to your grandfather was put into a savings account. You also budget yourself and had a pretty hefty savings you kept hidden in your couch cushions. So now living in a big house with your younger brother you decide to sell it. But you had to fix it up. The house was built in the early 1900s so it needed a lot of work.

You had switched one of your full time jobs for a part time one. Working at the Radio Shack. The manager was really kind. He let you bring Connor when he got out of school. And always gave you discounts on toys and stuff for your brother. He offered to buy your car a few times. But you always refused. It was your grandfather's most beloved thing. He took very good care of his green BMW M3. And since you had sold your Honda, you had nothing else to get you from point A to point B. It was a stick so it was hard to drive at first but you eventually got the hang of it.

So back to the present day you were at this bar called the Hideout. Sipping on a beer. It was disgusting. Instead of drinking it you just baby-sat it. After about an hour you really had to pee. You left your impromptu birthday bash and went to the ladies room. When you went in you saw two pairs of feet on the ground. You rolled your eyes at the sight and went to the only other stall that was open. You lined the toilet seat with toilet paper and pulled down your jeans. You could hear slurping sounds while you sat and started to pee. That's when you heard a soft 'No'. You pause mid pee when you heard a 'Stop'.

" Hey are you okay?" You asked but got no response.

You wiped quickly and pulled up your pants while flushing. You heard another 'Stop'.

"Hey what's going on? Do you need help?" You asked louder this time.

You heard a gasp and then saw a blur of a person running past the cracks of the stall. You still saw a pair of white shoes on the ground. You opened the door and looked into the next stall. Your eyes were saucers when you saw a guy on the ground passed out with his pants pulled down to his thighs.

" Hey-Hey are you okay?" You said while you went to kneel next to him.

You shook him but he didn't wake up. You pulled up his pants to preserve his modesty and continued to try and wake him. You tried to lift him up but he was just dead weight. Though he was lean he was so heavy. That's when one of your coworkers came to look for you.

" Hey y/n did you fall in or something?"

" Michelle, help me. There's a guy in here. I think he might be drugged."

She came in and gasped. " Do you know who that is?"

" No. But it doesn't matter. We have to take him to the hospital."

" Uhh okay what do you want me to do?"

" Help me carry him to my car."

" Uhh why don't we just call an ambulance?"

" Do you have any idea how much it cost to get one out here? He doesn't look like he can afford that."

" Who cares? He is a loser and a freak."

" Michelle! I care. Now help me!"

" Fine!" She scoffed.

You guys lifted him and before dragging him out, you had accidentally hit his head on the toilet. You freaked out.

" Shit now he might have a concussion."

You drove him to the E.R and got him in quickly. You had waited there for a bit to talk to the police. You had learned that he was definitely drugged. For a second the cops thought you were the one who did it but your friend explained that you had never talked to him. You stayed as long as you could until you had to leave and get your brother. You had planned on visiting the guy in the morning but he was gone before you got there.

You went to the billing department and asked for his bill. When the receptionist gave you an itemized bill, that's when you found out his name. You never heard of him. But it didn't matter. He was okay and that's all you need to know. You went through the bill looking for unnecessary charges and had them removed before pulling out your check book to paying for it. You learned how to do that when your grandfather was being charged ridiculous amounts for simple check up visits and procedures.

You were really good with money. You had to be. Normally you wouldn't spend that much unless it was absolutely necessary. But you felt awful for hitting his head and for some reason you knew he couldn't pay for it. He didn't need anymore stress added to his situation. The poor guy got date raped. Which was weird to hear that a guy would get raped by a girl. But hey that crap happens too.

...

Eddie woke up with a massive headache and a big knot on the side of his head. He heard the beep from a heart monitor. He looked around and saw an IV. He groaned. What the hell happened last night. He sat up and found the call button. A nurse came in to check on him and said when was gonna get the doctor.

While he laid back down he cursed under his breath. How the hell was he gonna pay for this. After about 20 minutes the doctor finally came in.

" Morning Mr Munson. How are you feeling?"

" Like shit doctor. What the fuck happened?"

Eddie saw the doctor go through his chart and read.

" Give it to me straight doc. Do I have to pick out my casket or something?"

" Uhh not just yet...,Mr Munson it says here that you had a massive amount of alcohol and the drug Rohypnol in your system."

Eddie scoffed and sat up. "You've got to be shitting kidding me. She laced my drink."

" I'm sorry...The police are here and they would like a few minutes of your time."

" Ugh!"

" They just want to know if you remember anything."

" I don't."

" Well just let them know that and then we will discharge you."

Eddie nodded with no intention of speaking to the authorities. As soon as the doctor left he pulled off the heart prods and took out the IV. He grabbed his clothes and snuck out.

Once he was home his uncle gave him an earful of how he was going to be late for work. Eddie didn't tell him where he was or what happened because he honestly couldn't remember. He really couldn't believe a girl would do that to him. He convinced himself that he must have taken the wrong pill. He had that drug just so he could knock the fuck out whenever the day or people got overwhelming. It was stupid but he didn't care. He smoked weed and did other drugs along with his drinking to take the edge off and forget his terrible thoughts that he had. He wanted to overdose or something. But he could never take enough.

The next day he went to the hospital to try and set up a payment plan that he was going to be paying for years. But when the old lady behind the desk said his bill was paid in full he was taken back. Who the hell just had that type of money just laying around? He only found out the name of the person who paid it. The same person who took him to the hospital. He had never heard of you and he wondered why the hell you would do that? No one was ever nice to him like that besides his friends.

He couldn't handle the burden of owing someone that much. So he did his research and found out where you live. He went there with a wad of cash wrapped with a rubber band and an attitude. He got off his van and looked at the ugly house with the overgrown lawn. He shook his head and went to knocked on the old door that had the paint chipping away and a little boy opened the door.

" Hi. Can I help you?"

" Uhh yeah. Does y/n live here?"

" Yeah. Sister, someone is at the door for you."

That's when Eddie heard your voice coming from somewhere in the house.

" Hey! What did I tell you about answering the door? You know better than that Connor."

You came to the door softly pushing the kid back. When you looked at him he could see the look of concern in your eyes.

" Go do your homework bud." You said nudging the kid.

Eddie saw him leave and looked at you.

" Hi Mr Munson. I'm glad to see you're ok."

" It's Eddie. Umm I just came here to give you this."

He pulled out the wad of cash and held it to you. " It's not much but it's all I have right now. I'll get you the rest soon. I'm good for it."

" Umm you don't have to do that Mr Munson."

He rolled his eyes. " I said it's Eddie. Just take the fucking money. I don't need your damn charity."

You took a step back from the hostility he was wrongfully giving you. You didn't like curse words and he was being just gross.

" It wasn't charity sir-"

" Look princess, some of us don't have daddies money to just throw around. Maybe instead of paying medical bills for some random stranger, you should use it to fix up this fuckin' poor excuse of a home. It's really a damn eye sore." He cut you off and threw the money at you.

It hit you in the chest and fell to the ground in front of him.

" Mister, you are being completely rude. And I won't let you disrespect me or my home. Thank you for coming by. Have a good day." You said slamming the door knocking off some paint chips off.

" Bitch!" He said louder than he meant to.

" Butthead." He heard you say.

He scoffed while picking up the money and left. Who the fuck were you to think you were better than him? He was sure everyone thought that. But no one has done so blatantly to his face. It was always just ugly looks or crossing the street when they saw him. He thought that yeah he shouldn't have thrown the money at you. And he wished he hadn't but he did, so he had to live with that.

...

Steve and Robin invited him to go to a party out of town a few weeks after his encounter with you. He couldn't say no to free booze so he went. But this time he was pouring his own drinks, just in case. He walked in behind Steve and Robin. He went straight for the keg that was in the back yard. That's when he saw you in the kitchen pouring some Coke in your red solo cup.

He chuckled to himself thinking about what a light weight you were that you had to water down your drink.

Little miss priss. What was a girl like you slumming it down here with the peasants?

He saw Steve and Robin talking to you. He didn't know they knew you. But the way you guys were laughing you guys must have known each other for a while. He got curious and went inside and leaned against the counter across from you. You glanced at him and looked away immediately.

" Hey y/n have you met Eddie?" Robin turned to look at him and then back to you.

But before you could answer Eddie interrupted you.

" Yeah we've met. She's the one who took me to the hospital. "

" Oh crap really?" Steven interjected

You just gave a thin lip smile.

" Well shoot. Eddie she's your knight in shining armor." Robin said with a smile.

You didn't say anything. You just took a sip of your drink.

" Uhh what's going on? Why are you guys being so awkward?" Steve questioned

" You want to tell him princess or should I?" Eddie raised his brows at you with a smirk across his face.

" You guys hooked up?!" Robins words caused bile to come up in your throat.

"God no!" You and Eddie said at the same time.

Robin looked back and forth between you two then finally set on you.

" I would rather not. I don't wish to speak ill of anyone." You looked down to the floor.

" Whatever." Eddie scoffed and left to get another beer with Steve following.

" What the hell man? What happened between you two?"

" Nothing man. She just thinks she's better than everyone. She's kind of a bitch."

"Y/n? What? No she's not a bitch. And how do you know she thinks she's better than everyone else?

" Yeah she is. I tried to pay her back for the hospital bill and she gave me attitude and slammed the door in my face."

" You must have done something to get that reaction out of her. Because she's actually really nice."

" Well I did throw money at her."

" WHAT SERIOUSLY? Dude what is wrong with you?!"

" What? She wouldn't take the money."

" Okay? But did you have to throw it at her? If she didn't want it then why would you do that?"

" Because I don't need some poor little rich girl to feel sorry for me. I don't need some girl with daddy issues using me as a crutch."

" Dude you have no idea what your talking about."

" Well then. Enlighten me Steve. Why are you defending some random chick you just met?"

" First off, she isn't some random chick. My older sister used to take care of her grandpa who just died. Secondly, she's not some girl with daddy issues. More like a druggie mom abandonment issues. You should know all about that. And thirdly, yeah she has money but that's because she works two jobs to take care of her brother and to fix up the house her grandpa left her."

" Really?" Eddie said sarcastically " Then what about her car? No way can two jobs afford all that. I bet she can't even drive that thing. They only make it in manuals."

" Damnit Eddie who are you to judge a book by its cover?"

" Other people do it to me! So why can't I?"

" Because you're not a dick. Besides, it was her grandpa's car. It's the only thing she's keeping that he left for her. She's trying to fix up the house to sell so she can move. Her grandpa was really sick for the past few years and he couldn't fix up the house and she worked so much that she couldn't do it."

" How do you know so much about her Harrington?"

Steve nervously laughed and ran his hand through his hair.

" Oh shit! You like her."

" Shhh. Alright. Yes but I want to get to know her. But she won't like me if my friend keeps being a dick to her."

" Hey man. Alright. I'll tone it down. Go give her the Steve 'the hair' Harrington charm."

Steve clapped his back and returned to the kitchen. Eddie stood there drinking beer after beer. He kept looking over to you and Steve talking. How could he have been so wrong about you? Seems like someone in this forsaken town could surprise him and you didn't seem to know or not care about what was said about him. Which was refreshing. If he hadn't come off as such a douchebag you probably would have made a good friend.

Someone was passing out shots of jello with some type of liquor in it. Before he knew it he was pretty buzzed. That's when he finally went to the bathroom to take a piss. Once he came out he saw you standing alone in the corner of the living room. He looked around looking for Steve and Robin and saw them outside chugging beer out of a funnel.

That's when he went to talk to you. Stumbling a bit as he approached you.

" Hey princess. Look I'm sorry I threw the money at you like a stripper. Of course your not a stripper. Don't have the body for it." He slurred

That was strike one. You thought.

" But look, if you won't except my money. Will you take some other form of payment? You know Im pretty good with my tongue if you know what I mean."

Strike two.

You didn't say anything. You just listened to his obvious drunk self.

" I heard that girls like you taste the sweetest."

" Girls like me?"

" Yeah you know. The thick ones....the big ones...girls who have pushed there clothes to capacity."

That was strike 3

You tossed your drink in his face and threw the cup down.

" Taste that you pervert!" You said before leaving the party.

Eddie had caught a mouth full of Coke. His brow furrowed. It was just Coke . You hadn't been drinking at all. He knew he was going to regret what he said in the morning..Steve was most definitely gonna kick his ass now.

...

As you left the party you could not believe someone would say that to you. It was disgusting. You swore you were never going out again. You were better off staying home with your brother. And how can someone be so mean and mention your weight? You really couldn't help it. You never really had time to take care of yourself. Sometimes only eating take out or a whole box of Twinkie when you were too tired to make something for lunch for yourself. You knew you were definitely over weight but you never expected someone to use it in a derogatory natural. That was just nasty.

Eddie Munson was incredibly fowl. You had hope to never see him again. Why did he insists on being such a jerk? He didn't even know you and you didn't know him. Sure you heard some rumors over the past few weeks. But you didn't judge it. Because you didn't know if any off it was true. Unless he admitted it, you would probably have a change of heart. But whatever was going on with him was his business. And though you felt like something was definitely wrong with him. You couldn't spend anytime thinking about anyone other than your brother.

Never has anyone made you feel hatred before. But now Eddie did. You loathed him. He was the type your mother would have falling for if she was younger. Steve on the other hand. He was nice and funny. Sure he was pretty but you really weren't up for dating. It didn't matter if you did anyway. You were moving and that was that.

You were working at Radio shack on a Wednesday afternoon. With your brother who was in the back room watching a movie and doing his school project. You were doing inventory when your favorite customer came in.

" Dustin my guy. What's the haps?"

Dustin gave you a toothy smile showing you all his braces. " Hey Y/n. How are you on this lovely summer day?"

" Ohh living the dream. What can I do you for?"

" I'm looking for a couple of new walkies. The ones I bought won't radio out far enough."

" Really? Huh."

That's when the front door bells rang. You looked up and it was none other that the heathen known as Eddie Munson.

" Hey Henderson. I'm doubled parked so will you step on it."

That's when he met your gaze. You could see him cursing under his breath and rolling his eyes.

" Umm we got a new shipment of walkies in." You turned back to look at Dustin. "They are supposed to be really good. I'll be right back."

Eddie watched you walk away.

" Seriously she's like everywhere now. What the hell?"

" You know her Eddie?"

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. " Yeah man. She's the girl I've been telling you about."

Dustin's mouth dropped open and he shook his head. " Are you serious?! Y/n? Dude she was the one who helped me build the radio to talk to Suzie. She's like the nicest person ever."

" I keep hearing that but I have yet to see it my curly head friend."

" Well of course not. You have been a real asshat to her."

"Well if she would just have taken the money, I wouldn't have done anything"

" What's going on with you lately? You been acting weird since-"

Eddie nudged him when he saw you coming back.

"So these are pretty cool. Military grade. Up to 50 mile radius. My brother wants a pair. But you never know who's on the other side. Probably some psycho who just wants to be a poop for no reason."

Even though you didn't look at him, Eddie knew you were talking about him.

" Awesome! How much?" Dustin took the walkies and inspected them.

"Umm 129.99 plus tax."

" Jesus H Christ Henderson!"

"Damnit?"

You gave Dustin a look.

" Shoot sorry y/n."

" Thank you. So do you want them?"

" Uhh I can't. I don't have enough."

Eddie saw this look in your eye. You were planning something.

" Well what if I give you my employee discount? Just don't say anything." You winked and smiled at Dustin.

Eddie watched you ring up the walkies. You looked up and caught him staring. He gave you a halfhearted smile but you looked away.

" That comes out to 78.19."

"Shit!"

" Dustin..."

" I'm sorry y/n. I uhh I only have 57 bucks"

" Oh umm that's ok. Just give me the 57. And well call it good."

" Really?!

You smiled. " Yeah. Here."

You handed the walkies over and Dustin gave you the money.

" Have fun. But don't talk to strangers." You said opening the register and putting the bills in.

" Common Eddie we got to go try this out."

" Yeah alright.

" Bye y/n. Thank you so much!"

" Bye. Have a good day you two."

You glanced at both of them and smiled. Eddie waved and started toward the door. When he looked back at you, he saw you pulling out your wallet and took some money out putting it in the register.

Where you really that nice? Shit. Now he felt bad for talking to you that way. He planned on apologizing the next time he saw you.

Once in the van Dustin started giving him the third degree.

" See man. She's really nice. Not at all the girl you talked about."

" Yeah yeah. Whatever."

...

It was about a week later when Steve called him and asked for help with something. Steve took it upon himself to help you work on the house just to get closer to you. So when you needed help replacing the old door and put in new windows he asked Eddie to help.

Eddie doubted that you would actually want his help but he was gonna try. It was the least he could do to try and give you some sort of an apology. However, when he showed up you were surprised to see him. Guessing Steve didn't let you know he was coming. He knew he should have had a beer before he came. He didn't though because he didn't want to mess up anything.

You were cutting the trim for the windows seals while Eddie and Steve took out the old windows. With Connor helping by sweeping up the mess they were making. After all the windows were done everyone took a break. You had made them sandwiches and lemonade. Eddie sat outside on the porch while you, Steve and Connor ate inside. You had invited Eddie to eat with them but he declined. He liked being alone.

He scarfed down his sandwich and after he took out a cigarette and lit it. He puffed it a few times before you came out to offer him another sandwich and some more lemonade. He blew his smoke away from you so that you wouldn't inhale it.

" It's cool. My grandpa smoked for years."

Eddie nodded. After you were done pouring the lemonade you set the pitcher down and sat next to him. He did know what to say. So he just sat there eating.

" Umm Munson. I just want to say I'm so very sorry about what happened to you. I...I wish I could have gotten to you soon. Then maybe...I don't know...also, I'm sorry if I offended you by taking care of the bill. I didn't think it was going to be that big of a problem for you. But, if you really want to pay me back. You can help me with the house and we can call it even. I just have one rule. Please don't use curse words around me or my brother."

"I-i y/n I'm so sorry about what I did and what I said to you. You didn't deserve that. No one does. I'm just going through a lot lately and I'm taking my anger out on people. I know I shouldn't but I don't know what else to do."

You put your slightly callused warm hand on his forearm. I don't know what happened but if you need someone to talk to. I'm here okay. My grandpa always said ' Listening is often the only thing needed to help someone' so if you re willing, I'm all ears."

You smiled softly and he nodded. You got up and grabbed his empty plate and glass with the pitcher and went back inside.

Eddie sat there thinking that maybe it wouldn't be so bad making a new friend.

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Honey, If You Love Me...(Part 2)

• Part 2 reworks are complete!

• This story is for entertainment purposes only. A lot of incredibly dumb decisions are made in this story and they are purely fictional, so make life choices wisely.

PART 2 WARNINGS AND TRIGGERS: 18+ ONLY (ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS), NSFW... All the spicy goodness, mature sexual content, suggestive situations and discussions, swearing, smoking, drinking, drug use, verbal and physical anger, pining, angst, lots of super duper cutesy feel-good fluff, smut [oral sex, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it up, fools), rough, degrading, CNC sex]

SUMMARY: In the aftermath of Vecna's recent destruction, 18-year-old Isabeau (Isy) Mancini, a sweet and feisty, independent metalhead from Ohio, moves to Hawkins expecting to take on the role of legal guardian to her cousin, Max, but she didn't expect the charming and eccentric metalhead next door to change her life in the best ways possible.

RELATIONSHIPS: Eddie Munson x OFC ♡ Strangers to Lovers; Max, Steve, and Robin are frequent characters; brief appearances by the Hawkins crew and other original characters.

(AU/ Vecna was destroyed, Eddie and Max survived)

*Reposts are permitted, but copying, translating, or posting my work as your own is forbidden. I do not give my permission.*

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I woke the next morning with the world's most obnoxious hangover. Still groggy from lack of sleep, I brushed my teeth, popped some more Aspirin, and shuffled into the kitchen to make coffee. I was lost in a fog when Max came downstairs and snapped me from my daze.

"Hey, Isy."

I immediately hid my appearance, but it was pointless. She marched over, grabbed my shoulder, and forced me to face her.

"Isy? Are you alright? Jesus, you look like shit. What's wrong?"

No longer was I able to contain my anguish, and I burst into tears as I proceeded to recap the previous night's events.

"Ok, ok, just calm down."

Max parked me at the kitchen table and poured me some coffee.

"Isy, I think you're reading too much into this. Seriously, Munson's not like that. I mean, yes he's a disgusting pervert, but he's also friendly and respectful, which I don't understand because most girls treat him like shit, but that's not the point. The point is, she was probably just there to buy drugs."

"I don't think so, Max."

"Ok. Say for some bizarre reason she wasn't. Then you tell Munson to eat shit and get on with your life, but I highly doubt that's the case."

"Then why the fuck was she in his house, and why did he kiss her?!" A thought occurred to me. Maybe Max and I were both right. Maybe she was the girl from Friday and she was there for drugs, which could only mean one thing. Ugh! I wanted to wretch.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?! I'm only 15. You can't expect me to understand the inner workings of the male brain. But what does it matter? You're the last person who needs a guy to be happy."

I was fighting back more tears. "I know, but this is exactly what Denis used to do. He'd feed me all this bullshit about how much he loved me, all while fucking chicks behind my back. And I know Eddie and I aren't together, but he keeps insisting I'm all he wants. What if he's doing the same thing? Or what if this time I'm the other girl, and since I didn't show he decided to get his rocks off with old reliable?"

Max was dumbfounded. "Jesus, he's really gotten under your skin. I've never seen you this upset over a guy."

I was a sobbing mess.

Max sighed in frustration. "Look, I know you weren't expecting to meet someone, especially not someone like Munson. And I don't know what his deal is with that girl. I'd ease your mind if I could, tell you everything I know about him, but it's not my place. Just... trust me, ok? Munson isn't Denis the cheating douche. He's totally loyal, so there has to be a reasonable explanation."

I groaned, slamming my head against the table.

"Ok, look at it like this. Here you come, a complete stranger whose judgment isn't clouded by misconceptions and rumors. And in only 24 hours you managed to see Munson for who he truly is. And even though he's made it clear that he's a sad, lonely, lazy, drug-dealing outcast, covered in unsightly scars, you still think he's the best thing since, Dave... Lawless, or whatever."

I managed a slight smile.

"And he's managed to ascertain that you're a skeptical, damaged, temperamental bitch."

I scoffed.

"Oh don't look at me like that, you know it's true. But you're also a beautiful, metalhead nerd who's extremely compassionate and open-minded, you don't find Munson repulsive or scary, and more importantly, he can be himself around you. And yes, boys are stupid and they lie, and Munson's definitely stupid... but he's not stupid enough to lie to you and ruin his chance at happiness. I mean, come on. Do you really think he's gonna give up on you after 20 minutes? Do you even see the way his face lights up when he sees you? 'Cause I do. And when he talks about you... shit, I've never seen him so happy. He deserves a chance. And if you just... reject him outright you'll probably crush his soul."

"But how do you know that, Max? I mean, yinz keep talking about rumors and misconceptions, but I don't understand any of it, and I get no explanations! And Eddie keeps telling me that girls always run away from him, but all that does is raise more questions. I mean, he said he'd explain things today, and I wanna trust what he says, and I do trust you, but what if I'm right and he's been feeding me a load of shit? I mean, he treats me like... well, like 'The One Ring', and then this happens. And this paired with all the secrecy, I just... well, I can't get that nagging feeling to go away."

"Jesus, you two are practically the same person," Max mumbled to herself. "Look, I know he's not feeding you shit, ok, and you will too, but you've gotta let him talk. Then tell him what's on your mind. Seriously, if there's any guy worthy of your trust, it's Munson. If afterward you still wanna tell him to kick rocks then do it, but he deserves a chance to explain."

"I don't know. I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right. Do you think I'd say all this if I wasn't? 'Cause I'm pretty sure all you two are gonna do is bump uglies if you get together." Max cringed at the thought. "But I know you'll make each other happy."

I released a frustrated huff. "Ok, I'll-I'll talk to him." Max went to interject. "And don't... worry. I won't go all bitch mode on him. Not unless he gives me a reason."

"Good. You want me to stay?"

"No, it's ok. Lemme get dressed and I'll take you to Mike's.

~~~~~

I was sitting on my porch with my coffee and cigarettes, replaying the events of last night in my mind. Eddie was so convincing. It didn't seem like he was lying to me, but then again I've been fooled before. But Max had a point. She definitely wouldn't push for Eddie and me to be together if she didn't think he was worth it. And I wasn't gone that long. Why would he risk it? Maybe I was overreacting. Ugg! My head was spinning for more reasons than one. I leaned my forehead to my knees and groaned just as Eddie's front door flew open.

"Morning, Sug!"

"Nooo... too loud," I complained, the deafening sound of his music rattling my brain.

"Aww, can't handle your alcohol, huh?"

I shook my head in reply. Eddie shut his door, jumped the porch dividers, and settled next to me.

"Where were you last night? I waited for you?"

I scoffed and took a drag from my cigarette. Noticing my state, Eddie took my face in his hands.

"Hey... are you alright? Have... have you been crying?" Concerned, he smoothed your hair back and studied your face.

I pulled his hands away. By this point, my nerves were shot. I didn't look at him, I couldn't... so I just started talking. "Um, something's... bothering me." (God, I hope this is just another misunderstanding)

"What's goin' on, Sug?"

"L-last night, after my shower, I was on my way over, but I... I heard you... and-and that girl."

Resting his forearms on his knees he sighed, knowing exactly where this was going. He met your gaze and motioned for you to keep talking.

"I um... I peeked through the curtain, and saw you two leaving your house," I choked back tears, "and you, you were holding her hand, and... and you kissed."

He glared at you. "So... instead of coming outside to find out why, you spied on me and automatically assumed the worst?"

"No, it's not like that. I just..." I was stunned to see him get up and start walking away. "Hey... w-where're you going? Eddie?!"

He stopped in his tracks, turned to face you, and started laughing nervously. "You... you're un-fucking-believable, ya know that?"

I scowled at him, ready to start screaming.

"What do you want from me, Isy? Huh? Is that why you didn't come over? 'Cause you thought that was the girl I fucked on Friday night, back for another go?"

"Honestly, yes, but..."

"Look, I know what you're thinking... and it didn't happen, ok? She popped over unannounced. For Christ's sake, I was waiting for you! You either believe me or you don't, but I shouldn't have to explain myself to you! I mean, Jesus, it's like... well, like you're looking for an excuse to push me away. If you don't want this, Isy, then just... give me the word! I'll walk away. Just stop leading me on!"

"Eddie, I'm not leading you on! Will you just listen?!" I was seething.

He turned to you with tears in his eyes. "Why?! So you can continue to chastise me for something I didn't do?! I mean... my heart can't take your fucking mood swings, Isy. I never know what I'm gonna get with you! One minute you're telling me that you have feelings for me, and-and the next... FUCK!" He started pacing. "I was gonna take you somewhere beautiful today. Try to clear up any lingering doubts you might have about me because I know it's important to you. But you won't even give me a chance because... well because some ASSHOLE's clouded your judgment. It's not fair, Isy! It really isn't! Jesus Christ! Why are you being so delusional? I'm not like your shitbag ex-boyfriend, so get outta your goddamn head!"

I was so pissed I was shaking. Without a moment's hesitation, I hopped down the steps, stalked toward Eddie, and slapped him across the face as hard as I could, not once, but twice. He stood there, staring at me in complete shock. "You listen here you insufferable son of a bitch. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to have my heart ripped out by someone who claimed to love me. And I most certainly didn't ask for someone like you to come waltzing into my life, and just... invade my fucking soul! And for your information, I'm trying to get outta my goddamn head, and you know why? Because I wanna stop jumping to conclusions when I see the guy of my fucking dreams locking lips with beautiful women!"

"Isy, it wasn't like that! For Christ's sake, she kissed me!"

"Oh, and that's just supposed to make it all better, huh?"

He threw his hands up in defeat.

"Seriously, Eddie, what am I supposed to think?! Especially when you've been making it perfectly clear that you want nothing more than to be with me. So yeah, Munson. I'm trying. Trying desperately to make sense of everything so I don't let your inconsiderate ass slip through my fucking fingers!" I pushed him hard in the chest and he stumbled back. His expression was one of anguish. "Just... leave me alone. I can't even look at you right now!" I turned and stalked back to my porch, hopped up the steps, and entered my house, slamming the door behind me.

He was frozen in place, his eyes fixed on your door as tears streamed down his face. He wanted to collapse. His heart was completely broken. This whole situation was eating at his insides. He needed help... help to ease the pain in his chest, to figure out how to make you see that you're the only one he wants and that you belong with him. He shuffled to his van and climbed inside, peeled outta the driveway, and headed down the street.

~~~~~

I was miserable, sitting in my living room, chain-smoking and wallowing in self-pity. I was so fucking angry... not just at Eddie, but at myself. He was right. I was being unfair, and way too hard on him, and as defensive as he was, I somehow knew he was telling the truth. I may not know why, but I knew he was broken too. I could tell by the look in his sad, pleading eyes that he was hurting, and he did want this. There was only one thing I could think to do. I grabbed my case of tapes and spilled them onto the floor. I'll pick through them looking for the perfect music to express how I feel. To tell Eddie how sorry I truly was, because all I could do now was wait, but first, I called Steve and Robin.

~~~~~

Eddie's van came to a screeching halt in the Family Video parking lot.

"Ok, ok... hey, he just pulled up." Robin was holding the phone receiver between her and Steve. "Ok, no, don't worry. We'll explain things to him. Ok. We love you too, girl. B-bye." Robin hung up the phone and eyed Steve warily as Eddie barreled through the door.

He sprinted toward them and leaned his hands on the counter. "Good, you're both here. Quick, activate your Wonder Twin powers before I lose my fucking mind." He noticed the two of them eyeballing him. "What? W-why are looking at me like that? Isy called you, didn't she?! Shit! W-what did she say?! Ow, Jesus!"

Robin reached over and flicked Eddie on the forehead. "Eddie... you can start by telling us why she's ready to rip your goddamn head off."

He was frantic and started pacing. "I don't know, Buckley. I mean, I have an idea... but I can't make any fucking sense of anything. I mean, two days ago I was Eddie Munson, your friendly neighborhood drug dealer, minding my own business, when all of a sudden this... goddess slash she-wolf appears outta nowhere. And, and she's, she's... ERRRRR... she's driving me fucking crazy!"

Robin and Steve shared a worried glance.

"I-I was gonna take her to Lover's Lake today, so I could bare my soul and hopefully put any doubts she might have about me to rest, but after she left my house last night, Janette showed up, and... and Isy... well, she heard us talking and... and she saw Jan kiss me, and now... well, now Isy's in her house stewing over something that didn't happen, but does she believe me? Well, no... of course she doesn't. Because her piece of shit, ex-boyfriend fucked her head up so bad she's convinced herself that I'm the goddamn bad guy!"

Robin was staring at Eddie. "Well, if nothing happened then what the hell were you and Jan doing?"

"Nothing! She came to get drugs, but the first thing I did was tell her that I wanted to call off our arrangement 'cause I met Isy. I'd already brought my shit inside so... I brought Jan into the house to get her stuff, which I gave her for free, and we walked back out like... a minute later. She gave me a friendly kiss goodbye, I made sure she got safely into her car, and then she fucking left! That was it!"

Robin rounded the counter and reached for Eddie's arm. "Eddie, why don't you sit before you have an aneurysm, ok?" She pulled him to a chair and plopped him down, then knelt and grabbed his hand. "Eddie, did you tell Isy this?"

"I tried, but I was so upset that she'd even conceive of the notion that I'd be such a piece of shit that I kinda went on the defensive and just... shit! I yelled at her and barely let her get a word in."

"Wait... you yelled at her?! Jesus, Munson. Do you have a death wish? What'd you say?"

He hung his head. "Uh, well Harrington. I told her I'm not her ex, that she's moody and delusional... and to get outta her goddamn head. Then she slapped me... twice... shoved me away, and told me to leave her alone." He motioned toward the bright red mark on his cheek, and Steve and Robin grimaced. "Yeah, she's got a mean right hand."

"Eddie, let me explain something. Isy knows the deal with Jan, and thanks to Dingus, she also knows you used to have a thing for Jan."

He glared at Steve.

"What, man?! I didn't know it was a forbidden subject. Isy asked if I knew her, so I told her what I did know, and that included you having a brief crush, but I also told her the relationship was just casual. I mean, Isy drives herself nuts dwelling on shit so I was trying to ease her mind, but apparently I made things worse."

Robin waved Steve off. "Never mind about that. Eddie, put yourself in Isy's shoes. Her last semblance of a loving relationship ended in betrayal. So she puts up walls, learns how to be happy on her own, uproots her whole life, and outta nowhere her wildest dream comes true when an incredibly sweet, funny, and gorgeous metalhead literally shows up on her doorstep. Then you pile on that... goddamn Munson charm and she instantly wants you six ways to Sunday. But she's still trying to feel you out. Make sure you are what you seem to be, and when she finally lets her guard down, she sees you getting friendly with another girl. Whether she knows who it is or not, she's got a pretty good idea, so she thinks you're trying to have your cake and eat it too, 'cause that's exactly what her ex used to do. He'd go screw anything with a pulse, then he'd come crawling back and feed her some huge line of shit so she wouldn't suspect him."

He felt like an idiot. "So what do I do? How do I get her to see that I'd never do that to her? I mean, all I want is Isy. And I know it's sudden, but I've never felt like this before. From the moment I laid eyes on her I haven't been able to get her outta my fucking head. I-I can't eat, I can't sleep. I can't fucking stand to be away from her... but one minute she's sweet and caring, and... and the next... she's ripping my fucking heart outta my ass! Jesus H. Christ! Being eaten alive by goddamn bats didn't hurt this much. Why does it hurt so much, Buckley?!"

Steve glanced at Robin before turning to Eddie. "I got this one. Look man, it hurts because you're in love with her."

He looked away. "She's extraordinary... and I can't go another day without knowing that she's mine."

Robin squeezed his hand. "Eddie, then go tell her. Jesus, it's obvious you're both stupid for each other. I've never seen two people take to each other so quickly. But you need to understand that this isn't easy for her either. Meeting you was the last thing she expected, but if she didn't think you were worth it, she wouldn't be so upset, and she would've told you to fuck off from the get-go. She wants to believe you, Eddie, and deep down I think she does, but she's scared."

He nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, don't take it personally, man. She's just trying to protect herself. The good thing is you have us and Max on your side, so just be there for Isy. Tell her your deal and let her talk through her troubles. Show her we're not all douchebags."

"Thanks, guys. So, should I go talk to her?"

Robin chimed in. "Yes! Go! Spill your goddamn guts! But proceed with caution 'cause she's insanely pissed right now. Actually, you may wanna let her cool down first, or God knows what she'll do to you."

"O-ok... um, is-is it weird that I think that's kinda hot? OW, Fuck! Jesus, Buckley! Stop... flicking me!" He batted her hand away.

"Stop thinking with your dick until after you talk to her." She went to flick Eddie again and he flinched.

"Ok! Ok! I'm going, I'm going."

Robin and Steve watched as Eddie hastily ran to his van, and sped away.

"Wow, Robin... you weren't kidding."

"Mm-hm. Totally stupid for each other." She bumped Steve's fist and smiled. "Wonder Twin powers... activate."

Eddie was so pissed at himself. He was too caught up in his insecurities to realize that you were trying to make light of yours. He pulled into the driveway, jumped out of his van, and sprinted toward your house.

~~~~~

When I heard my front door burst open, I immediately clutched at my chest and gasped. I turned to see a breathless Eddie standing in the entryway of my kitchen. "Eddie?! What the fuck?! You scared the shit outta me! Jesus, don't you fucking knock?!"

"Where's Red?!"

"She's at Mike's. WhatHMPH---" Eddie lunged for my face with both hands and crashed his lips to mine. As pissed as I was I couldn't help but throw my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his curly locks, but I quickly snapped back to reality, broke away, and slapped him across the face.

He stared at the ground, lips pursed. "Mgg. I'm gonna let that one slide... but I've been battling your ambivalence, and blue balls, for the past 24 hours... so I'm warning you, Sug. If you do that again, I'm gonna lose my shit... and fuck the bitch outta you. So I suggest you tame it for a second and listen to me."

Eddie's stern tone and piercing eyes were assurance that he was deadly serious. I was seconds away from going berserk on his ass, but I couldn't decide if I wanted to scream at him, knock him out, or jump his fucking bones. Suddenly exhilarated, I slapped him so hard his head jerked. His expression was menacing, and in an instant, our arms were locked around each other as we devoured each other feverishly. We were a mess of lips and hands, knocking over everything in our path as Eddie grabbed the backs of my thighs and hoisted me effortlessly onto the countertop. He kissed me hungrily making quick work of my shorts and panties. I struggled to unbuckle his belt, but he wasted no time pushing his jeans past his hips, and with primal intent, he pulled me by my ass to the edge of the counter and buried his dick deep inside my soaked pussy.

"OHHHHHHFFFFFUCK! MRRGGGG! GodDAMN! You-you're so fuckin' tightFUCK!!"

I sucked in a sharp breath, wincing from the sudden pain as Eddie pounded into me.

"Mmm, S-sugar... you gotta believe me. I-I didn't do anything. I swear I didn't, JesusFUCK! I wanted this... wanted this so badCHRIST!!"

He let out a feral moan before consuming my lips with passion. I tried controlling my broken, heavy breathing as he continued his brutal thrusts. "Mmm, Eddie... I-I believe you. Mhh, but I'm still pissed at you. You were such... an inconsiderate prickFUCK! EDDIE! You-your dick... it hurts so fucking goodSHIT!" I gave his hair a rough tug and he growled, his pace becoming more vigorous.

"MRRGGHH! I'm-I'm sorry, Sugar. You-you were just trying to-to talk to me, and... and I was being an ass. Y-years of rejection can do that to a guy. JESUS H. CHRIST, your ASS! FUCK!" He dug his fingers into your ass cheeks. "Been wanting to squeeze this juicy thing since... since I saw you in those tiny shortsMRRGG!" He pulled your knees up allowing him to penetrate you deeper.

"Mhhhh, Eddie... h-holy SHIT!" I could barely catch my breath. "I'm-I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to make it seem like-like I was leading you on... and I'm sorry I ditched you, HOH! Goddammit! Right there! HUH! I-I was thinking exactly what you thought I was... b-but I was being foolish. I-I just--- ohFUCK! Screw it! We forgive each other. Just keep fucking me, Munson! Keep fucking meSHIT!!!"

"OhhJEEESUS, Sugar!!! F-feels so goddamn good inside you. So good. I-I can't take it anymore. You're mine. You're fucking MINE!"

"YES! Oh... oh my God, Eddie! H-harder... fuck me harderFUCK!!"

He shoved his tongue in your mouth. "Mmmm, YEAH! You want it harder, you dirty girl? OhhhhYES! Want me to destroy this... tight... little... cuntFUCK?!!" He started pounding you harder.

"Huh, Eddie, Yes! You-you're relentlessHUH! I'm-I'm so close! I want... wanna cum all over your... FANTASTIC FUCKING DICK! SHIT!" I dug my heels into his ass, my eyes shut tight, mouth agape as I struggled to make another sound.

"OhhhhhhYES! Yesyesyesohhhhh, FUCK! Mgghh, cum for me, Sugar. Cum on my cock. Make a mess just for me."

I pulled his hair harder. "H-holySHIT! Eddie... Eddie!" I dug my heels deeper and started to whimper.

"MmmYES! Fuck! FUCK! I'm-I'm gonna cum. FUCK! Let-let me go, Sug... or-or I won't have time to pull out."

"Don't-don't pull out! I-I wanna feel you! Mmmplease! Cum inside me."

"Wha--- are-are you serious?!"

"Yes! Mmm! Please! Don't hold back. Fuck me like you mean it. Like you mean it, Munson! Do it! Do it nowFUCK!" At that moment a wave of uncontrollable ecstasy washed over me. "OHHHH! Eddie FFFFUCKING MUNSON!!!" A sensation I'd never experienced coursed through my body, and I squirted hard, drenching us both.

"Ohhhsweet... JESUS! Fuck! FUCK! I'm-I'm gonna cum. Gonna... God... DAMMIT!! Ooooohhhhh, ohFuck! MRRRRGGGGG!!!"

Eddie crushed me in his arms as my pussy clenched around his glorious, pulsing dick, and he started laughing breathlessly.

"Huh, sh-shit, Sugar. Hahahaha! Hmmm, are um... are you sure you won't marry me? 'Cause Goddamn!" He grabbed your face and kissed your smiling lips. "Mmm, I um... I should piss you off more often. Ha! Hmm, um... are-are you still mad at me?"

I let out a breathy laugh. "Um, hmmm... no."

"Good. Are-are you ok? I um... I wasn't too hard on you, was I? I just... I wanted you so bad, and you... you kept hitting me, and um... well, that shit really turns me on."

"No, you... mmm, you were incredible. Holy shit, your fucking DICK!"

"Ha! I'm-I'm glad I could please you. Holy shit, I... I can't believe we just did that. You... you took me raw. Christ, you-you let me cum inside you. Mmmm... you-you have no idea how happy you just made me. And that gusher? GodDamn! So hot!"

"Yeah, um, that... that's never happened to me before. Mhh, best fucking orgasm I've ever had."

"Really?"

I nodded, laughing nervously.

"Wow! That's an ego boost. You spoil me, Sugar." He glanced at the mess you both made, unable to fathom the depth of what you just shared. "Oh... shit, um... are you on the pill?"

I could see the worry in his eyes. "Yes, Eddie. I'm not that irresponsible."

"No, I... I didn't mean it like that. I just... well I was thinking with my dick, so... OOMPH! Hahahaha." He was surprised by your sudden embrace, but he welcomed the affection, wrapping you tightly in his arms. "Aw, you're so cute. You sure you're alright?" He felt you nod and heard a sniffle. "Awww, hey. I'm here, sweet thing. Eddie's here. Everything's ok. You-you hold me as long as you need to." He held you close and stroked your hair until you were ready to move. When you finally pulled back he searched your face, smiled, and kissed you sweetly, gently helping you off the counter. "Um... go jump in the shower. I'll uh... I'll clean this up, and go change. Then we can talk, yeah?"

I nodded and threw my arms around him again, refusing to let him go.

"Whoa, ha! I promise, Sugar. I'll be back before you're finished. Go on."

~~~~~

He took you by the hand and led you to the couch. "Alright, sweet thing. Let's talk."

"Um, ok. B-but I thought we were gonna go somewhere.

"He scanned the room and noticed your mess of tapes and the full ashtray and chuckled. "Naw. I'll take you another time. I can tell you've been going crazy, and I don't wanna put this off any longer. Come, sit with me." He plopped down on the couch, smiling at his good fortune when you climbed onto his lap and buried your head in his chest. "Sugar. I adore your cuddles, but I need you to at least look at me right now." You lifted your head. "I promise I'll hold you until the end of my days if that's what you want, and I hope you still feel this way after we talk, but just in case you don't... I'll never forget what you've given me."

I nodded bashfully, reached my hands around Eddie's neck, and started fiddling with strands of his hair.

"Um... I promised you full disclosure, so feel free to jump in with questions at any time, but first I need to clear something up. You ready?"

"Yeah."

He became increasingly nervous. "Ok, um... that was the girl from Friday night. Her name's Janette and she works at the Hideout. I had a huge thing for her a couple of years ago, but she's kind of a free spirit, and no matter how much I wanted it to be more, she didn't wanna be tied down. Like, my song for her was Zeppelin's 'Hey, Hey, What Can I Do' if that gives you any idea. She lives for a good time. I came to terms with that, so we made a deal and kept it casual. We've been hooking up every few weeks or so since... but I swear, it ended Friday night, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, good, so last night was a surprise. She popped by after work to get some shit for a party she's having tonight. She offered her normal payment..."

I instantly became tense. Eddie cupped my cheek and forced me to look at him.

"Hey... I turned her down. I explained that I met you. She told me she was happy for me... that if I had a chance at something real... I should go for it. I'd already brought my stuff inside so I invited her in to grab what she needed, and since she's always been kind to me I gave her the drugs on the house, and she promised me cash going forward. When I led her back outside, she gave me a friendly kiss goodbye, invited both of us to her party... and then she left. I watched until she was safely in her car, sat for about ten more minutes hoping you'd show up, and when you didn't, I went back inside." With intense anxiety, he searched your face.

I let out a huge breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"You're the only girl I want, Sugar. Since the moment we made eye contact... you're all I've been able to think about. So much so, that I got next to no sleep last night. I um... I was pretty pent up and so excited to see you again, so... I ended up having to rub one out just to fall asleep, and uh... you were definitely my subject matter." He brushed your chin with his thumb adoring your bashfulness. "Now... I know you're more open-minded than most, but I've been avoiding telling you certain things because... well, because most people can't handle my baggage... but here goes." He wrapped his arms around your waist. "Um... I'm not exactly the confident, happy-go-lucky person you think I am. I hide it well, but... I'm a complete mess too."

I furrowed my brow. "I-I don't understand. So... this isn't really you?"

"No, that's... that's not what I meant. So before you go all crazy on me, I assure you... this is me, Sug."

"Ok, uh... I don't get it."

"Alright, so... w-what exactly did Red tell you about me?"

"Uh... not much. All she said was you lived across the street from her, you helped in the fight against Vecna, you're a loyal dude, and I should trust you, and..." I glanced at him sheepishly, "she said that you'd make me happy... even though you know I'm a skeptical, damaged, temperamental bitch."

"Hahaha! Uh, well she's right. But your bitch side turns me on, so, OW! Fuck!"

"Keep talking, Perv." I rubbed his head and continued playing with his hair.

"Um, ok, well... Red means the world to me. She and I... all of us... we went through hell together. During my recovery in the hospital, I'd visit her every day, my uncle too, even before she woke up. She and I would talk for hours after Lucas left. I even offered to take her in, but by that point, you two already arranged her living situation. That's how I found out you were moving to Hawkins. Unfortunately, she neglected to tell me how alluring you are." He took a deep breath and held you tighter. "And I'm guessing she neglected to tell you how I got involved in that whole mess."

"You'd be correct."

"Thought so. What'd she tell you about Vecna?"

I exhaled heavily. "Well, she said Vecna was behind everything that happened in Hawkins. That he had abilities similar to El's. He... he brutally murdered three students, and..." I choked on my next words, "he did the same thing to Max... so he could open some massive gate in an attempt to mold the world into some... dystopian society."

"Sounds completely psychotic, right?"

"Well... now that I've said it out loud... yeah, kinda."

"Then you can understand why no one would believe a story like that... and why I was surprised when you told me you did?"

"Yeah, I get that now."

"Did you never wonder who was blamed for the murders?"

"Well, no. Max said the people of Hawkins were ignorant assholes and blamed some... unfortunate student." As I relayed this information, it hit me like a ton of bricks. "Oh, my God." Staring at Eddie, my expression changed from confusion to pity. "You were the unfortunate student?" He confirmed my suspicion with a nod.

"I uh... I was accused of killing my classmates as part of some... ritualistic sacrifice. I was the perfect scapegoat."

"What?!... Why?!"

"Again... not everyone's as open-minded as you. All the media bullshit about Satanic Panic and D&D... not exactly the best time to be me if you catch my drift. They all thought Hellfire was a cult. And I didn't have the best reputation to begin with." He smiled at your confusion. "OK, let me put it this way. When you look at me, what do you see?"

(You mean, besides the father of my metalhead babies?) "Uh..." I let out a breathy laugh. "Is this a trick question?"

"No. I'm trying to make a point here. So, if you'll indulge me... I promise it'll all make sense."

"Um, ok." I focused intently on his eyes. "When I look at you, I see a charming, goofy, perverted nerd, who's witty, talented, selfless, and handsome as fuck. You've got gorgeous bedroom eyes and an incredibly kind heart."

His cheeks were so red and he couldn't stop smiling. "Uh... you flatter me, Sugar." He started fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "See, this is what I mean... about you being different. You see me... and not a 20-year-old, drug dealing, trailer trash, Satanic cult leader. I'm also the son of a criminal."

"Well, in my defense, I only knew that you were 20-year-old, drug dealing, trailer trash. But if you recall, I did have an inkling about you being a cult leader." I smirked. His laughter was a blessing. "So who's the criminal?"

"My old man. He's a con artist. Been in and outta jail for theft and drunken disorderly. He'll never change. That's why Wayne took me in. I was like... ten. But the apple didn't fall far from the tree."

"In what way?"

"I've been in jail... briefly. It's one of the reasons I was a repeat senior. I needed money to make a demo, so I was stupid enough to agree to help my old man in a robbery, but it blew up in my face. I'll never make that mistake again. You still doin' ok?" He eyed you warily.

"Um... yeah. I mean, it's human to make mistakes. I can't fault you for that. Jesus... w-where's your mom?"

"Don't know. I don't remember her. She uh, she left when I was really little."

His story was breaking my heart. "Eddie, I'm-I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, Sugar. I couldn't have asked for a better parent than Wayne. He's more of a father to me than my old man ever was, and I love him for that, but I wasn't the easiest kid to deal with, and I wasn't always selfless and kind, and that's my point. Most people see me as a loser... or a nuisance... or a devil-worshiping freak. I'm the town Pariah, and it made me bitter."

"Ok, that explains the ignorant assholes, but how does that involve you with the others?"

He let out a huge sigh. "Um, ok. So, Chrissy Cunningham... head cheerleader, Queen of Hawkins High, and the first girl I ever loved... she was Vecna's first victim. She wouldn't give me the time of day, but she was sweet, and didn't treat me like shit, so... when she sought me out to buy drugs, I was confused. In hindsight, I guess she thought it would help her escape the visions. Do-do you know about the visions?"

"Yeah, Max told me."

"Ok, good, uh... Chrissy wanted something stronger than weed, so I brought her to my trailer where I kept the hard stuff. Sh-she," his voice cracked, "she died in my trailer... right in front of me. It was the most horrifying scene I ever witnessed. And, um... well, being the coward that I was, I just... ran... and-and I left her there. I was so ashamed, but I was terrified. I knew no one would believe I didn't kill her." Tears started rolling down his face, and he cleared his throat. "Um, Red saw me... running to my van. We weren't friends yet. She wasn't a dick like everyone else, but she kept her distance. And I don't mean to speak ill, but your aunt bought into the stigma and thought I was a piece of shit, so I'm lucky Red's got a good head on her shoulders, 'cause the next morning, when all the cops were at my trailer, Red saw Chrissy's body. Naturally, she had her doubts about my innocence. Who could blame her? She um... she could've told the police what she saw... but she didn't. She went straight to Henderson. Told him that something seemed off, that she noticed flickering lights, and that I looked scared. And I was, Sug... so fuckin' scared. Uh... they roped in Harrington and Buckley. Those two also thought very little of me, but after Red explained what happened, and Henderson vouched for my character, they helped track me down and made sure I stayed safe, 'cause not only were the cops after me, but Chrissy's douchebag, jock boyfriend Jason Carver was leading a witch hunt. Lucas did his best to throw them off my scent, but if it wasn't for everyone's collected efforts to keep me hidden, Carver and his goons probably would've killed me. And then there's Wheeler. Little Miss Smarty Pants took it upon herself to investigate Chrissy's murder. She questioned my uncle, and more importantly, she believed what he told her. His story helped her and Buckley figure out the connection between Vecna and the Creel house, but it all started with Red. Because of her perception, I had a fighting chance. Without her... I was as good as dead."

His tears were falling freely as I watched him lift his shirt and motion to his scars.

"This was the first time in my life I wasn't out for myself. I'd finally found people who gave a shit about me. They put their lives on the line to help me clear my name. It's still hard to accept. Aside from Wayne, I've never had that before, but they helped me find courage... made me want to be better. I wanted to show them that I was grateful, that I cared, and that I wasn't just... a coward... or a loser, and I did. I helped Henderson create a diversion for the Demobats, so Harrington, Buckley, and Wheeler could make it safely to the Creel House, take down Vecna, and save Red. We fortified my trailer as best we could, amped up the roof, I grabbed my sweetheart, and uh... played 'Master of Puppets' at top volume to draw the bats our way."

"Most metal interdimensional concert in the history of the world?"

He cracked a smile. "Yeah... dedicated to Chrissy. I wanted Vecna and his pets to pay. Harrington told us to flee if things went south... and they did. They went straight to hell. We neglected to cover the vents. That's how the bats got in. So... when Henderson was safely through the gate, I stayed behind, cut off his access, ran outside to draw the bats away, and I fought. I fought so... hard." His voice cracked again. "I should've died, Isy. No one would've missed me. Not Eddie 'The Freak' Munson."

The way he spat those words made me wanna crush anyone who'd ever uttered them.

"Those fucking bats tore me to shreds. I was lying there... bleeding out, but willing to die if it meant everyone else was safe." He let out a labored breath, tears still falling. "But, Henderson, he wouldn't have it. He came after me anyway... broke his ankle in the process, and somehow managed to drag my lame ass back to the gate. He wrapped my wounds to stop the bleeding and radioed Erica... she notified the others and they got me home just in time. Henderson... that little shit's my best friend. He and the rest of them begged Hopper to help me. If it weren't for him my ass would be sharing a cell with my old man right now."

"That's why you were happy to see Hopper."

"Yeah. I was under 24-hour guard in the hospital until he showed up. I mean, he and I'd had run-ins in the past, but I always respected him. He didn't need to do what he did, especially after what he went through. But that's the kinda guy he is, and I admire that. I owe my life to all of them."

I placed both hands on Eddie's chest and he looked at me through tear-soaked eyes. "Eddie, what you did for them... for Max... that took guts... and so did telling me all this. I can't begin to express how much it means to me. I'm in debt to you all, and I'm really glad you're all ok."

"Thank you, Sugar."

I could tell by Eddie's pained expression and hesitation that he still had more to say, so I nodded for him to continue.

"So... there you have it. I'm a broke bum with no job and no ambition. I tried to pursue music, but without the cash, that'll always remain a dream. I was a delinquent, a shit student, and just... a selfish, angry coward rebelling against the world, and the whole town hates my guts, but you... you're still sitting here... which is a fucking miracle, 'cause uh... unless it's for drugs or filthy sex, most girls are too ashamed to come near me, but um... I need to ask you something."

His anxiety was so heavy it was starting to impact me.

"Um... you'll pretty much become an outcast for even talking to me, but... well it's only fair that you know what you're getting yourself into... if-if you wanna be with me, so, um... do you want to? Be with me, I mean? That is... if you can get past the fact that I'm a good-for-nothing waste of space. I um... I don't have much, but I have... so much love to give. And so help me, I want you to have it all. I meant what I said earlier. It wasn't just a heat of passion thing. I need you to be my girl, Sug." He searched your eyes.

I met his sorrowful gaze. It was pleading. "Eddie... I'm yours."

He stared at you in complete awe. "You... you are? 'Cause, I mean it, Sugar. I just bared my soul here. And if you're just trying to spare my feelings and end up changing your mind tomorrow, I... I think I might die, so..."

I shook my head and stared into his gorgeous, brown eyes. "Eddie... look, neither one of us is perfect, but I think you're perfect... for me. And I don't care what people say. They can eat a dick." Eddie laughed heartily. "I want you. All of you. Baggage and all. I wanna be with you, always. I wanna be there for you, make love to you, fuck you senseless, have your metalhead babies... whatever! I just want you. I'm yours, Munson. Your girl. And I'll shove that shit down everyone's throat."

His emotions finally caught up with him. He grabbed your face and plunged his tongue down your throat. "Mmm, I-I don't fucking believe this. You're so beautiful... inside and out."

I pulled him in for a deep kiss, clutched handfuls of his jacket, and straddled him. He was so needy, so eager.

"Mmm... you've made me so happy, mmmFuck! I want you so bad, it hurts. Mmm... need you... again... right now... mhhh... I need to be inside you. Jesus, I'll never get enough of you."

Eddie kissed me with such force, our tongues fighting for dominance as I ground my increasingly wet core onto the huge bulge in his jeans. The whimper he let out was shameless, and he started to unbuckle his belt. We were in the heat of passion when our attention was suddenly forced toward the door.

"Oh... Jesus, people! The couch?!" Max gave us a look of disgust.

"Red! Guess what?! Isy said yes! She's my girlfriend!" He smiled like an idiot and started mauling you again.

"Ugg, gross! I mean, I'm happy you dorks worked shit out, but you have a bedroom... shit and a whole other house for that matter!"

Eddie and I continued to paw at each other, completely unphased.

"Ew, you two are hopeless. I'm gonna shower, then call Lucas. Call me when dinner's ready?"

We waved at her, refusing to part. When we stopped for air Eddie and I gushed at each other.

"You uh, you wanna go to my place?"

"I do, but I've got dinner cooking."

"Well, let's take this to your room."

"Eddie, we promised Max."

He sighed. "Hmm, what a goddamn mood killer." He placed a gentle wet kiss on your lips.

"Mmm, you staying for dinner, handsome? I'm making spaghetti and meatballs. It's kind of a Sunday tradition."

He devoured you with his eyes. "As long as I get you for dessert."

"You're gross, Munson!"

Max yelled from upstairs, sending Eddie and me into a fit of laughter.

"Yes, Sug, I'll stay. And after dinner, we're going to my place. We're gonna spend every spare minute in bed."

~~~~~

Eddie and I were tripping over our own feet trying to run to his house. Once he got the door open he kicked it shut, pulled me into his arms, and started tasting every inch of exposed skin he could get his mouth on. My next movements were a blur. I grabbed him by the shirt and flung him against the door.

"Whoa! What the hell are you do--HMFF?!"

I cut him off with a harsh kiss. "Mmm, I want that fucking DICK!"

His shocked gaze followed you as you dipped down to your knees.

I smirked, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his jeans freeing his magnificent erection. Without hesitation, I grabbed hold, flattened my tongue against the underside of his shaft, and licked a stripe from his balls to his tip, then slowly sank my mouth onto his stiff cock inch by mouth-watering inch until his entire length was in the back of my throat.

"Ohh! Ho-holy shit! You-you can take the whole thing? FUCK!"

A deep growl escaped Eddie's heaving chest, and his head fell back against the door with a thud. I shoved my hand under his shirt tangling my fingers in his course hair, using the other to play with his balls as I took him in and out of my mouth at an agonizingly slow pace. He tangled his fingers tightly into my hair, sheathing himself in the back of my throat. We locked eyes as I started to choke, then he let me breathe and repeated the motion. When he released me again I began savoring his leaking tip, flicking and teasing his slit with my tongue before plunging him back into my mouth. The sensation made his body shake.

"J-Jesus Christ! Mhh, hmm, hmm."

I grabbed the base of his cock and started working him faster, his grip on my hair tightening.

"Oh, Shit! G-gonna cum if you keep that up, Sugar."

I could feel his cock start to twitch as I vigorously sucked.

"I'm-I'm seriousOHHH, OHFUCK! MMMM! So-so good."

Eddie pushed into the back of my throat once more before pulling my head roughly from his swollen cock. I pried his hands from my hair, laced our fingers together, and pressed his hands firmly against the door on either side of his hips, taking him into my mouth once more.

"S-seriously, Sugar. I'm... Ohhhhh, oh shit! G-gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"

He kept trying to pull away, but I refused to stop.

"Mmm, mhhhhFUCK! God!... DAMMIT!!!"

Eddie gave one last guttural moan. When I felt the first gush of his warm cream hit the back of my throat I released his hands and he shoved them back into my hair and fucked my face as he rode out his release. I tried not to choke as I greedily swallowed spurt after spurt of his rich cum. When the pulsing of his delicious dick ceased I released it from my mouth and gave him one more luscious lick up the length of his shaft, kissing his sensitive tip. When his grip on my hair eased I rose slowly and leaned into him, and placed a small peck on his lips. He smiled ear to ear, trying to catch his breath.

"What... what the fuck was that?! Ha! I... I can't believe you just did that." He cupped your face and gave you a steamy kiss. "Mmmm, that... that was so fucking hot!"

Eddie pulled up his jeans and threw me over his shoulder, and I squeaked when he ran up the stairs. Kicking open his bedroom door and plopping me onto the bed, he fell to his knees, pulled me to the edge of the mattress, and swiftly undid my jeans pulling them and my panties off in one fell swoop.

He inhaled deeply. "Mmm, my God, your pussy smells so heavenly."

Eddie leaned in to taste me, but I decided to tease him and pressed my legs together before his mouth could make contact.

He released a frustrated sigh. "Sugar, don't be a tease. You don't get to just... suck me off like some goddamn whore and then deny me. That's not how this works. I need to taste you. Don't you dare deprive me of this. I'll take it if I have to."

I didn't know if he was serious or just talking dirty, but fuck was it turning me on. Eddie pulled me back to the edge of the bed and waited. My shy nod was all the confirmation he needed. He instantly spread my legs wide and buried his face into my dripping wet pussy. "Huh! FUCK!"

He positioned his arms under your thighs and pressed his palms firmly against your stomach, lapping and flicking at your sensitive clit, your high-pitched whimpers egging him on. "Mmmm! Jesus, you taste so goddamn good... FUCK!"

His tongue moved through my folds with precision, and the vibrations of his moans against my nerves were too much to bear. He made it worse by rubbing my swollen bud with his thumb while he fucked me with his tongue. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, tangled my fingers in his curls, and started riding his gorgeous face. "Oh, FUCK! EDDIE! I'm... I'm gonna cum!"

"That's my girl. Cum on my face. Gimme that sweet sugar! Mggghh! Give it to me, I WANT it, FUCK!" He sucked on your clit with force.

I clutched handfuls of his sheets, practically convulsing. "Oh, GOD!... Eddie... FUCK!!!" Screaming for him and continuing to whimper, I ground my pussy onto his face and came hard. My head was spinning as he hungrily lapped at my juices, leaving nothing to waste. When I stopped shaking, he gently ran his fingers through my folds, enjoyed one more taste as he sucked them clean, then he lowered my legs, wiped his mouth with his hand, and proceeded to trail wet kisses along my stomach.

"Mmm, I was wrong. You are... so much sweeter than I imagined." He gave you a chaste kiss and cuddled against your chest.

I clutched him tight and ran my fingers through his hair as I tried to catch my breath. "Uhhh, you give the best orgasms." His chuckle reverberated through my body. "Hey, um... hmm... you mind if I explore?" I motioned around his room.

"Not at all, Sug. You're free to move about my den of sin at your leisure." He stood up and reached for your hands, helping you off the bed.

I ran my fingers over everything, smiling like an idiot as I absorbed it all. Eddie's stereo system stood against the wall opposite his bed next to a bookshelf full of VHS tapes and records. There was a pile of D&D stuff in the corner, a bong sitting on the dresser next to where his sweetheart was hanging, and like my room, the walls were littered with posters, but one, in particular, caught my eye. It was a poster of Tanya Roberts in her flimsy, ripped romper from the movie 'Beastmaster'.

Coincidentally the namesake for my D&D character. I tried to contain my excitement as I pictured the look on Eddie's face when I revealed that bit of information, but my attention was drawn to something else... something hanging on the wall at the head of his bed. Something that raised... so many questions. "Um... what exactly would necessitate the use of such intricate handcuffs?" Eddie was chewing on his hair, looking like he wanted to ravage me.

"Uh, well..." he inched toward you and wrapped his arms around your waist, "I'd be happy to show you."

He kissed me roughly, his lips traveling to my neck where he took his sweet time savoring my skin. I couldn't think straight. My half-lidded eyes fell shut as he slowly backed me toward the bed. When the back of my legs made contact with the mattress, we fell onto it. Eddie's lips never left my neck, and I held him close, enjoying the intense pressure from his love bites. (Jesus... no amount of makeup is gonna cover these things)

"Mhhh, Sugar? You uh... you wanna stay with me tonight? I um... I can't fucking stand to be away from you."

I smiled at him as he stroked my hair, feeling like my heart would burst. "Yeah, yeah, I will." He was so giddy. "Set an alarm for me, ok? And do you have an extra toothbrush?"

"Um... yeah. Come on." He dragged me to the bathroom and rummaged through a drawer. "Here, Sugar. Towels and stuff are in there. You do your thing. I'm gonna run to the other bathroom, then I'll be waiting for you... naked. I-I sleep naked, so... oh, and don't worry about my uncle. He works nights, so he won't be home 'til like... 8 a.m." He let out a breathy laugh.

Just the thought of Eddie naked made me wanna attack him again. "Thank you, Eddie." I started brushing my teeth and noticed him staring at me. "Wha?" I mumbled.

"Nothing, uh... it's just..." he looked you up and down, "you're so goddamn beautiful. And I look forward to watching you do this... as many times as humanly possible." He watched you in awe as you tried hiding your flushed cheeks. "I'll uh... I'll leave you to it." He gave your ass a playful smack and walked away.

~~~~~

I ran downstairs for my bag before returning to Eddie's room to find him sitting in bed completely naked smoking a joint. I smiled like an idiot, popped the mix tape I made him into the stereo, and proceeded to remove the rest of my clothes. Eddie's eyes were glued to my body.

"Um... Jesus, you're tits are perfect."

I smiled and climbed onto the bed as W.A.S.P.'s 'Wild Child' started to play.

"What tape is this?" He accepted the case you offered and read the outside liner with a smirk. "What is all this, Sug? 'This is Eddie', 'What I want you to do to me', 'Our special moment'. Hahaha! There's no song titles, just little notes."

"I made it after our little spat this morning. I was so angry, and... well, I couldn't think of what to say without screaming at you like a fucking banshee, so... this pretty much says it all. It's all the stuff that reminds me of us, and that's what I want... us. Each song goes along with the track note. I thought it would be a fun little surprise." I laughed nervously and lay on my stomach next to him.

"Aww, thank you, Sugar. So this is me, huh? I'm your wild child?"

"Mmm, damn right you are." Eddie snuffed out his joint and scooted closer.

He cuddled you to his chest and ran his hand down the curves of your body until he reached your tattoo, squeezing your ass cheek. "Mmm, I love your ass." He motioned with one finger for you to come closer and whispered some lyrics. "I'm a Wild Child. Come and love me. I want you."

I was putty in his hands. Eddie leaned his head ever so slightly and claimed my lips, our tongues lightly brushing. I put my hand on his cheek, deepening the kiss, then returned my head to his chest. His scent was indescribable. Just uniquely... Eddie. I threw my leg over his and started playing with the bundle of hair on his abdomen when out of my peripheral vision I noticed him slowly reaching for my breast, and I smacked his hand. "You're not sneaky, perv."

He laughed jovially and kissed your head. "You know, Sug. If you don't stop mistreating me I'm gonna have to start fighting back," he joked.

"If it bothers you that much then stop teasing me." I looked up and gave him another playful smack for good measure.

He scoffed. "Who's teasing who?" He poked your side, enjoying the sweet sound of your giggles, and whispered, "Just so you know... I'll never stop teasing you."

"Well... then I guess it's gonna start getting a bit rough between us." I could feel the deep chuckle in his chest.

"Hey, Sug?"

"Mm-hm?"

"If you haven't already guessed... I like it rough." He put his lips right next to your ear, his voice barely a whisper. "And my need for that kind of carnal pleasure... is insatiable."

(Um... what's that now?) At that moment 'Animal' started playing, and of course, I was instantly horny. I bit my lip as a surge of excitement shot straight to my core. I could feel Eddie's heart beating faster and his dick twitching as I continued to play with his trail of hair. When I dared to meet his gaze his eyes were smoldering, and so were my insides.

"Is, um... is this what you want me to do to you? You want me to nail your ass to the sheets?"

I nodded slowly, not breaking eye contact, and that's when things got heated. We smashed our faces together, our fingers tangling in each other's hair as I straddled Eddie's lap. He cupped my tits and started kneading them as I ground my soaked slit against his notably thick shaft. A delicious moan escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around my back, rolled us over, and latched his lips to my stiff peaks, sucking them vigorously in turn.

"Mmm... mhhhh... uhhh." He lapped gently, flicking your nipples with the tip of his tongue before suckling again.

I cradled his head intensifying the sensation of his warm mouth on my skin until I felt a sudden chill. "Eddie, why'd you stop?" The look on his face... it was a mixture of anguish and passion.

"Sugar... I can't get you outta my head. Once I got a taste of that sweet, sweet sugar..." he grazed your lips with his fingertips, "I wanted more. I wanted you... so badly." He eased his palm down your body, gently caressing your stomach. "Goddamn... the things I wanna do to you."

I could feel Eddie's dick twitching against my leg, and my heart started pounding. As if in slow motion, he pressed his lips to mine, but this kiss was different. Full of so much adoration and love. Just then, 'Melissa' started to play. I reached out and traced his scars with my fingertips.

He closed his eyes and let out a content sigh. "Hmmm, our special moment... I'll never forget it. Your acceptance was a blessing."

"Eddie..." our eyes locked, "make love to me... please? I-I wanna show you how good it feels." He stared at me with a burning desire, gave a slow nod, then claimed my lips with conviction. Wedging further between my legs I could feel the tip of his cock lingering against my entrance. I threw my limbs around his body, inhaled sharply, and clung to him as he slowly pushed inside me. "Oh-oh, fuck... Eddie!"

"O-ohhhhFuck! Mggghh." His whole body tensed. Pressing his forehead into the crook of your neck, he ignored your labored breathing until he was fully sheathed. "S-Sugar, I know it hurts, mhhh... b-but you... you're so tight, MHHH! But you... you can push through it, sweet thing. I know you can. I promise I'm-I'm gonna make you feel good."

Eddie's concern was so sweet, I hugged him tighter as he moved in and out of me slowly, his girth spreading me wide.

"Ohfffffuck, so tight. So-so incredible. Oh, my fucking girl." Eddie rested his forehead on yours. "Y-you ok, Sugar?"

"Mmm... mm-hm." My breathing started to even out.

"That's-that's my good, girl. Just breathe. Christ, you're so fucking perfect... so-so perfect." His instincts were telling him to start plowing into you, but he refrained, determined to savor this experience.

Adorable moans left Eddie's lips as he resumed his slow pace. "E-Eddie... mmm, that-that's it... my God you-you make me feel... so good. Mhhh, deeper... please." He nodded fervently, grabbed my knees, and pushed them toward my shoulders. I gasped as he hit my sweet spot with every slow, needy thrust. "Oh, God... Eddie... huh... right there." I grabbed his ass, forcing him to keep the pace and push deeper.

"Mmmm, S-Sugar. Ohhh, so-so warm... so wet for me. Feels so goddamn good, fuck!"

I reveled in the feeling of his hot breath on my skin sensing his urgency to move faster as he trailed wet kisses from my chin to my neck. To prevent him, I shifted my legs and rolled him onto his back, placed my palms on his heaving chest, and rode him slowly.

"Ohhhhh, oh Sugar!" He reached for your ass and cupped it gently as you glided slowly, easily up and down his thick member.

I leaned forward and spread my thighs wider, the friction from his course hair rubbing my clit in just the right way. Eddie wrapped his arms around my back and suckled my nipples as I continued to ride him.

"Ohh, S-Sug... your-your pussy feels so good, mggghh... you-you were made for me. Mhhh, please... let me lead." Eddie sat you up and spread his knees so his cock was bolt-upright inside you. "Wr-rap your arms around my neck, sweet thing."

I complied, leaning my forehead against his as he guided my movements. "Oh God... Eddie. Y-you feel... mhhhh... so right. Ohh, oh my God." He smiled at me as my reassuring moans filled the room. I moved his hands to my waist and arched backward resting my head on the bed, clutching handfuls of the sheets as he pulled my hips toward him, the leverage allowing him to penetrate me deeper. It felt so fucking incredible.

He trailed his palm from your neck, softly between your heaving breasts, and down to your belly. Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue lightly against your skin, peppering it with soft, wet kisses. Arching your back to give him better access, he glided his palm back over your tits, lifted you upright, and tasted the flesh of your nipples once more. When you returned your hands to his shoulders, he pressed his thumb to your swollen clit, and started rubbing circles.

I met his blissful gaze and whimpered, the pace of my rocking hips quickening. "Mmm, oh God... Eddie! Fuck! I-I love the way you touch me."

"Mggmm... t-tell me what you want, Sugar."

"Mmm, I... I want, ohfuck! Huh! W-want you to... cum inside me." The whine that escaped his lips almost made me cum right then and there. Kissing deeply we embraced. Eddie eased me down onto his chest, and rolled us over, resuming an agonizingly slow pace on top of me. "E-Eddie... move faster, please." Eddie shifted onto his knees, threw my legs over his shoulders, and leaned forward, quickening his pace. Once he found his rhythm he smiled and reached his hand between us to play with my clit. Breathing heavily, his eyes locked on my face, watching me intently as I began to fall apart.

"That's it, Sugar. Let go. Ohhh... Jesus! I-I can't... I can't hold back much longer. I-I need to cum so bad."

"Mmm, Eddie... please. I wanna feel you. I want... I want everything with you. Please... make me yours."

"Oh, oh Christ. I will, Sugar. I'm gonna fill you up... b-but I need you to cum for me. Please, cum for me, sweet thing."

"Eddie! Oh, God!" I dug my nails into his back.

"Ohhh! Yeah, Sugar. Fuck! Chase it. Oh, Jesus, I need you. Let go, sweet thing. MGGHH! Cum on my cock."

"Ohh, oh fuck!... Eddie, EDDIE!" His name was a high-pitched whimper.

He started to lose control as your tight walls clenched around his twitching cock. "OhhhFFFFUCK! UHH! Shit, shit!" Balls deep, his dick began to pulse and he exploded deep inside your welcoming pussy. "God... DAMMIT! My... my sweet girlCHRIST!!! OHHHHH!!! Ohhhh, mhhhh."

We held each other close until we were finally spent and laughing breathlessly. I kissed him with all the emotion in the world.

"Mhhh, Ha! I-I can't believe it. I've-I've never felt anything so powerful." Eddie looked between your bodies. "Jesus, there's-there's so much cum." You burst into giddy laughter. "You-you take me so well, sweet thing. Hoh... shit!"

He put my legs down and rested against my chest. "Eddie... you-you're a natural. So fucking incredible." I squeezed him in a full-body hug.

He rolled you over so you were on top of him, caressing your face as he pulled you down for a tender kiss. "Mmmm. I um... I think I could get used to that." He reached a hand to your shoulder and lightly trailed the tips of his fingers across your collarbone. "Jesus... your skin is so soft. You're so fuckin' beautiful, Sugar." Your smile warmed his heart. "Let's get some sleep, yeah? You're gonna be miserable tomorrow."

~~~~~

He held you close as you slept, basking in your warmth, unable to loosen his grip for fear that you'd disappear. He was so fucked. Now that he had you, if he ever lost you he'd be crushed... empty. He kissed your head, and nuzzled against your hair letting your smell invade his senses as he listened to the soft sounds of your steady breathing. "Mhh... I love you, Isabeau."

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I woke the next morning before Eddie's alarm went off, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I carefully slipped from his grip so I wouldn't wake him, and started rummaging around for some paper and a pen, but when I noticed the Polaroid camera on his dresser, I had a better Idea. As quietly as I could, I grabbed his guitar and the camera and snapped a photo of myself.

I grabbed a pen from his stack of D&D shit, scrawled a message at the bottom of the picture, then returned his sweetheart to her rightful place and proceeded to get dressed. I turned off the alarm and propped the photo against the clock. I felt a ping in my chest as I ran my fingers through his hair. "I'll see you soon, Eddie... I love you." I gently kissed his cheek and forced myself to walk out.

~~~~~

Uggggggg! There's not enough coffee in the world." I took a giant gulp of my beverage. "Damn the necessary evil that is needing to make money to live," I complained to Robin as she rubbed my back. I leaned my elbows on the counter, my chin resting in my hands as I tried desperately to stay awake.

Steve just arrived for the night shift, hopped onto the counter, and proceeded to eat a can of Pringles. "What's her problem? Whoa! Jesus, Mancini. Couldn't keep it PG? What the hell happened to your neck?"

I smiled like an idiot.

"So, apparently our little lepper here reconciled with Eddie, and they um... forgave each other 'til like... the crack of dawn. Now she's half dead and cursing life 'cause she's sleep-deprived."

"Ew... I'm sorry I asked. Your shift's almost over. Just go home and crash."

"As much as I would love to, Steve, I haven't seen Max that much since I got here, so we're going to the arcade tonight."

"Hmm, yeah, that sucks. Maybe next time keep it in your pants. Whoa, Jesus!"

I pushed Steve off the counter. "Shut up, dick."

"Don't mind Dingus. He's just jealous 'cause he sucks and isn't currently getting any."

"Hey, it's not like I couldn't if I wanted to, I'm just... on hiatus. But it's a sad day in Hell when Munson's getting more action than me."

I chuckled. "Yeah, well, the man's a god in the sack, but it's not just the mind-blowing sex. I barely forced myself to leave him this morning. Even hearing his name when I'm not with him makes my chest hurt. It's like... our fucking existence is connected and neither one of us can be complete without the other. It's like..."

"Love?" Steve added.

"Yeah. Don't worry, Steve. Nance will come around." I rubbed his shoulder then resumed my previous position practically nodding off.

"Well, I'm glad you finally came around. Munson's pining was unbearable. The guy's nuts about ya."

"Yeah, sorry for the hassle, but thank you guys for your help. We both had a little trouble getting through to each other. It's just so fucking crazy! I mean, I just met the guy, and I can't explain it, but I am. I'm in love with the son of a bitch."

Robin smiled to herself. "Well, lover girl... if you can peel yourself from the sheets for a night, you wanna go see a movie with us sad, pathetic singles on Friday?"

"I'd love to, Robin, but Eddie invited me to join Hellfire, and their new campaign starts Friday. It's my favorite game so I'm reeaally looking forward to it."

"Ok. I see how it is. Choose the nerds over us... it's, it's cool," Steve said sarcastically.

"Shut up." I slammed my head onto the counter.

"Well, you're coming out with us next Tuesday. No excuses. There's this metal band called Corroded Coffin that's playing at The Hideout. They're supposed to be pretty good."

"Oh, yeah! That's E--" Steve cut Robin off with a finger to her lips.

"Shh, shh, shh... I'm not finished." Robin glared at Steve, incredibly confused. "So we close up, you go home and get changed, and we'll meet you at your place. Cool?"

"I don't know, Steve. The Hideout? What if I run into... what's her face?"

"So what if you do? You're Munson's girl... and doesn't she wanna meet you anyway?"

"Well, yeah, but... it's still weird."

"Mancini, it's only weird if you make it weird. Trust me."

I nodded. If anyone would know it was Steve. "Eh, good point. Ok, I guess I'll go. I do miss live music. Is Eddie going?"

"Naw, I asked. Tuesday's his night with the guys."

"Well, can't he skip it just this once?"

"That was my next question. He said he definitely would, but Jeff's moving into his new place next week and Munson promised to help."

"Oh. Well, that blows." I looked at the clock. It was finally 4 p.m. "Yes!!! Punch me out, please. I'll see you bitches tomorrow. I'm outta here." They waved me goodbye as I bolted out the door.

"What the hell, Dingus?! Why'd you shoosh me?"

"Calm down, Robin. Munson called me this morning. He's got a big surprise for her, and you almost blew it."

"Ohhhhh, I see. Wait, how'd I almost blow it? I don't even know what 'it' is."

"Well, he said the one thing Isy hasn't found out about him is that he's in a band."

"Whoops, sorry. So, what's the surprise?"

Steve had a mouth full of chips. "Mmm, it's a doosie. You'll love this."

"Ok, wait, wait, wait. I gotta clock us out. Fill me in when I get back."

~~~~~

Eddie was sitting on his porch steps, forearms on his knees, leg bobbing up and down impatiently. When he saw me pull into the driveway he flashed a radiant smile and started running toward my car. I barely had time to put the thing in park before he was yanking on the door and pulling me into his arms, claiming my lips.

"Mmm, I missed you so much, Sugar. And fuck you, by the way. A naked picture of you on your knees with my guitar covering your sexy bits titled 'Eddie's Girls'. I was seconds away from coming to the video store and bending you over the counter."

I smiled slyly. "I uh, I would've loved that, but I don't think Robin or the customers would've appreciated it."

"I don't know. Buckley happens to think you're pretty hot. Who am I to deny her a peek at that smokin' body? Ow, shit!" He laughed rubbing the back of his head. "Ok, ok." He hiked you up by the ass and carried you toward his porch. "So, how was your first day?"

He sat with me in his lap. "Well, I couldn't wait to see you, so it was really slow, and uh... for some reason I had a bit of trouble staying awake." Eddie chuckled. "Other than that it was good. Mainly just Robin showing me the ropes. What've you been up to?"

"Well, I've pretty much been jerking off to your picture while listening to your mix tape on a loop. You like... a lotta weird shit, but I got the messages."

I scoffed. "I don't listen to weird shit. I like to think of myself as well-rounded."

"Mmm, like that ass."

I poked him in the gut.

"Hey, hahaha! So, you ready for another round?" He shot you a wink.

"Mmm, I am, but unfortunately it'll have to wait. I'm taking Max to the arcade. That little brat managed to beat my high score in Dig Dug. I can't have that."

"Well... what do you plan on doing after the arcade?"

"You, of course... but only if you want me to. Then I plan on passing the fuck out."

He laughed. "I-I want... I definitely want, yes. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Your warmth, your perfect tits, your delectably sweet taste. I've never had the pleasure of anything so... exquisite. And that talented mouth of yours, Mmm! No girl's ever been generous enough to finish me off the way you did."

"Ah, is that why you tried to stop me?"

"Yeah. I'm used to giving a warning." He placed a cigarette between his smiling lips, lit it, and exhaled before meeting your gaze. "Have uh... have you had a lot of practice, 'cause I'll be damned if that wasn't porn star-level expertise. Ow! Jesus! I'm kidding! I'm kidding."

"Yeah, yeah, keep giggling fucker." I stole his cigarette and took a drag. "And the answer is no. I just watch a lotta porn." I exhaled and returned his cigarette.

"Oooo, a kinky girl, huh? For Christ's sake, Sug. Please... please marry me?"

Instead of my signature punch, I just rolled my eyes.

"Well... it's nice to know your mouth's good for something other than bitching at me. Whoa, Shit!"

I pummeled his shoulder repeatedly.

"Jesus, Rocky, knock it off!"

"You're such an ass. Keep it up and no more blow jobs." Eddie pouted playfully and I shoved his cute little face.

"For real though, that's fantastic. I've got a pretty fun porn collection we can watch together. Get those sweet juices flowing." He leaned closer, staring at your lips. "Or we could make one... if you want."

I bit my lip. I could feel the heat in my flushed cheeks dissipate when the cool metal of his rings met my skin.

"I look forward to finding out your kinks. I just hope mine don't alarm you. I wasn't lying when I said I like it rough. The kitchen was just a taste. I get a lot more intense. But just know... I'd never intentionally hurt you."

"No, I-I get it."

"I don't think you do, Sug."

His smile was Cheshire. "Well, I'll let you know if you ever cross a line." Eddie kissed me so passionately.

"Mmm, Jesus... where the fuck have you been all my life?"

"About 350 miles that way." I pointed down the street. Eddie started laughing, peppering my face with kisses, but the moment was immediately cut short.

"Hey, kids!"

We both turned our heads to see a balding man in a flannel shirt.

"This must be, Isy. Boy won't shut up about ya. I'm his uncle, Wayne."

"Oh! Hi Wayne!" I jumped up and surprised him with a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. "It's great to finally meet you. Thank you so much for always keeping an eye on Max. I really appreciate it."

Wayne chuckled and turned to Eddie. "I like this one, Son. She's sweet. Hang onto her."

"That's the plan, old man."

Wayne squeezed your shoulder. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, dear. We love Maxine. It's good to have her back. Please tell her I said hello and I'd love to see her soon."

"I will."

"Well, you kids stay outta trouble. I'm headed to work."

Wayne gave us a wave and headed off. I reached over and scratched Eddie's head. "Well, I should go."

"Alright, Sug." He reached for your hand and pulled you down for a quick kiss. "I'll be thinkin' about ya." He wiggled his eyebrows.

I gave his face another playful shove and let my hand slide from his as I walked away.

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"Two Munson free nights and we get to listen to my music while we decorate our rooms? Who are you and what've you done with my cousin?"

"HA! Don't worry, Brat. It's still me." I grabbed Max in a headlock and gave her a noogie.

"Ooow! Ok, ok! Knock that shit off!" She pushed you away. "Jesus, I'm just happy to have one night where I'm not forced to hear that dumb Megadeth song."

"Yeah, well, don't ever say I never gave you anything."

"Speaking of which... not that you deserve it after that... but I have something for you."

She handed me a small wrapped box. When I opened it I almost started crying. It was a framed Polaroid of me and Eddie from Saturday night. Our first picture together. We were smiling, our faces pressed together, illuminated by firelight.

"Oh, Max. This is so sweet." I hugged her with all my might.

"It's just a little something to say I love you, and I'm really glad you're here. And as much as it pains me, I'm glad you and Munson are together."

"Thank you. And I'm sorry I've been so selfish lately. I feel like I've been neglecting you."

"Well stop, because you haven't. Look, I really did miss you, but like I said, I have a life, and I know you do too. I'm just happy I can see you whenever I want to now, but if I've learned anything from this stupid town it's that we never know how much time we have left, so just... be happy, ok?"

"I will. But just know... I'll drop everything when you need me."

"I know." Max smiled.

I studied the photo and ran my fingers over Eddie's likeness.

"You love him, don't you?"

I nodded. "That obvious, huh?"

"Yes. I mean, he's a complete imbecile... but I love him too. But don't... tell him I said that. He'll never let me live it down."

I chuckled. "Your secret's safe with me. Thanks again, Max. Your blessing means a lot to us."

"I'm just glad you're both finally happy. And so is Wayne. I stopped to see him today, and after he crushed the life outta me he wouldn't stop gushing about you."

"Really? What'd he say?"

"I believe his exact words were 'It's been ages since I've seen Eddie in such good spirits. Isy brings out the best in him. I'm thrilled they found each other.' He just went on and on, so consider yourself lucky, Isy. Wayne's a crotchety old man who's extremely protective of his nephew, but he can see why Munson adores you, so in turn, he does too."

I started crying. "I love you so much, Brat. I'm really glad I decided to move here. Best decision I ever made... for so many reasons."

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Eddie and I lay facing each other, fingers laced together, the moonlight through the window making his gorgeous eyes shine. "Thanks for staying with me tonight, Eddie. I've missed you, and I didn't sleep well without you last night. Like... m-my heart physically hurts when I'm away from you. I mean, just knowing that you're always like... right there," I motioned in the direction of his house, "and I'm not with you, it just... it sucks. And waking up to your handsome face has been the highlight of my day, so I made you a copy of my house key."

"You-you did?"

"Yeah. No more nights apart."

"Ha! I-I don't know what to say. Thank you, sweet thing." He gave you a heartfelt kiss. "Mmm, I know how you feel. I missed you so much. It's pure agony being away from you. I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I can't think straight. Not being able to see your face... or smell your hair... feel your soft skin..." he nuzzled your nose, "knowing that at any second... I may set you off, causing you to beat me senseless." He laughed as you landed a playful punch. "I cherish it... all of it, and I'll do anything to be near you. I still can't believe you're my girl. If I had my way we'd be attached at the hip, just like in that photo. That was a rad gift. I knew Red wasn't the hardened little shit she makes herself out to be."

"Ha! Don't say that to her, or you'll find out just how big of a shit she can be." I love hearing Eddie's deep chuckle. It was unbelievable, feeling so strongly for someone I'd just met, but I feel like Eddie's always been a part of my life. A part of me. "I'm off tomorrow so we can spend the whole day together."

"What'd you wanna do?"

"Well, all I really wanna do is spend the day in bed with you, but Max and I were talking and we wanna start having a monthly movie night, so I need to do some work on the house."

"I'll help you then. The faster we finish the sooner we can defile each other, but at some point, I need to finish my notes and shit for D&D. I wanna make sure your first night in Hellfire's memorable."

"OK, am I allowed to hang out while you do that? I promise I won't be a bother. I just wanna be with you."

"Of course, you can, Sug, but it's gonna be pretty boring."

"I'm sure I can find something to occupy the time." For a brief moment, we stared at each other's lips, and like magnets, they were on each other.

"Mmm, I'm glad you and Red got to spend some quality time together. I can tell you two were busy. All the new posters... very metal. I take it the picture of Blackie on your dresser was the one you were talkin' about?"

"Yeah. He looks sweet, right? That baby face with all the leather, and his dark hair... you look just like him in that picture."

He smiled. "Yeah, I see what you're sayin'. And that?" He pointed to the giant poster of Dave Mustaine fixed to the ceiling above your bed and snickered. "When you said you were obsessed you weren't kidding."

"Uh, nope... I was not." I smirked. Eddie cupped my cheek and kissed me passionately.

"Hmmm. Come 'ere." He turned you into the little spoon and attacked the supple skin of your neck. "Mmm... so, I know you're exhausted, but are you sure you don't wanna ride my dick 'til the sun comes up?"

"Hhhh, don't temp me, Munson." Uggg... he was resilient, but I could feel a week's worth of exhaustion taking its toll.

"But that's what I do. I tempt beautiful girls into committing sinful acts." He nuzzled against your hair.

"Eddie... you really are the Devil."

"Hmm, what can I say? Three days without being inside you have been torture." He could feel your breathing slow against his chest. Realizing you'd fallen asleep, he chuckled to himself, wrapped you tightly in his arms and followed in sleep to the rhythm of your beating heart.

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I woke the next morning to the sight of Eddie's gorgeous face and let out a content sigh. Being with him, it felt like a goddamn dream. I sat up slowly, wrapped my arms around my knees, and just... admired him. He was lying on his back, head turned to the side, hair tousled. His ringed fingers rested on his chest. I must've pulled the covers off him in my sleep, 'cause his body was fully exposed. I studied it, committing every inch of him to memory. My eyes lit up when I glanced at the delicious trail of dark hair on his abdomen that led directly to his morning wood. (Holy FUCK! I could stare at this all day!) Smiling like an idiot, I managed to peel my eyes off his impressive member and watched his chest rise and fall steadily with every breath. I swear to everything holy he looks like a goddamn angel. He made me so unbearably horny. I was about to climb on top of him and sink onto his inviting dick when he rolled onto his stomach and cuddled my pillow. Damn, he's got a cute little ass. I got up, leaned against the dresser, and gawked, opting to enjoy the view for a few minutes more before I woke him, then I reached over and smacked his bare ass. He immediately lifted his head and looked around. When he saw me standing there he smiled.

"Mmm, mornin', sweet thing." He laid his head back down on the pillow, still smiling. "Did, um... did you just smack my ass?"

"Morning, Handsome. And I may or may not have aggressively placed my palm on your sweet cheeks." I gave him a cheeky grin. Eddie giggled and sat up slowly, threw his legs over the side of the bed, and stretched his gorgeous tatted, and scarred torso. He was a fucking vision. He smiled at me with sleepy eyes, held out his arms, and motioned for me to come to him. I walked over slowly and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close, his head resting against my stomach. I cradled his head and placed a kiss on it, and he moaned sweetly. "Smoke?" I asked, motioning to the porch.

"Yeah... let me take a piss."

"Aww," I looked down at his crotch, "but it's so impressive." I gave him a playful pout, brushed his hair from his face, and sunk slowly between his legs engulfing his dick.

"Uh-uhhhhh, mmm, mhhh... oh shit! Stop, stop, stop," he exhaled heavily and cupped your face. "I, hmm... I appreciate the enthusiasm, Sugar... but I really gotta piss." You pouted again. "Oh fuck it, just a little longer then."

Eddie pushed my head down and I swallowed his dick lapping at his balls.

"JesusFU-HMMM--!"

I slapped my hand over his mouth so he wouldn't wake Max. He nodded fervently and moaned against my palm as I slowly bobbed up and down. This continued for about a minute until he pulled me off of his dick with a pop.

"That's... s-good... hmm! So fuckin' good." Breathing heavily he leaned down and kissed you sweetly. "I'll um... I'll be back in a sec. We can have a smoke and get all our shit done so I can destroy you."

I gave the head of his dick a huge wet kiss and he shuddered. When I stood up he grabbed me by the waist, kissed my stomach, and tried to collect himself before heading to the bathroom.

~~~~~

With the help of Max, we managed to completely redo the living room. Unfortunately, it took a lot longer than expected. It didn't help that we all had way too much fun rolling paint on each other instead of the walls. Needless to say, by the time we were done cleaning up, eating, and taking Max to El's, Eddie had very little time to finish planning the campaign, so we spent the rest of the evening in his room listening to music while he worked on his notes. I found out very quickly that when it comes to D&D, Eddie takes obsession to a whole new level. I thought I was bad with Megadeth. He barely spoke all night sitting cross-legged on his bed surrounded by mounds of books and maps, fixated on his task. He wouldn't let me see anything, but I didn't mind. I was just happy to be with him. It was amusing watching and learning his facial expressions, as I lay on my stomach swinging my feet in the air, reading his mountain of metal magazines. "I think I may have to tear half of these apart and plaster the pictures on my walls."

"Go ahead, Sug. Take whatever you want."

"Mmm, you're the best." Eddie looked at me and laughed, shaking his head. "What?" I reached over and shoved his knee. "Quit laughing at me, dork."

"I can't help it. You're so fuckin' cute."

I scrunched my face and smiled. "How much longer you gonna be?"

"I don't know. Maybe another hour or so. I'm sorry for the neglect. I'm usually finished by now, but I've been kinda distracted this week." Eddie gave you a sly smile.

I shot him a snarky look and he giggled.

"I'm glad you're here, though. Even if you're just sitting there quietly. I like lookin' at ya." He will never get sick of your bashfulness.

"Hey, um... you mind if I watch something naughty? Staring at you shirtless, planning the infinite demise of our party is kinda turning me on."

He laughed heartily and pointed to a shelf. "Knock yourself out. But no trying to use that gorgeous body to sneak a peek at my notes. You may be my girl, but I don't play favorites."

I smiled happily and crawled up next to him, placed a quick kiss on his cheek, and pretended to peek at his notes. He pushed me over and I couldn't help but giggle.

"Nice try, Sug. Go watch your video."

His tapes weren't marked so I just grabbed one, popped it into the VCR, and pushed play. Positioning myself at the foot of the bed, I watched intently in a blissful daze, finding it impossible not to get aroused. I stole a glance at Eddie who was staring at me blissfully through dark lashes.

"Enjoying yourself, Sugar?"

As I chewed on my thumbnail and nodded, continuing to stare at the TV, my thoughts drifted curiously to Eddie's intense sexual desires. "Hey, Munson?"

"Mm-hm?"

"Um... exactly how rough do you like to get? I mean, aside from what we've already done, some of the things you've said to me have me curious. Do you really just... take what you want?"

Eddie put his pencil down and looked at you tenderly. "Well, I don't force myself on girls, if that's what you're asking. I'm big on consent, but I do get off on being dominant. The power and control make the sex incredible. And there's a lot of girls that're into that kinda shit, but if I ever sensed otherwise, that's where it ended. I'd be happy to indulge you... if you're interested."

Uggggg! His sexy tone and Cheshire grin made it impossible to hide my giddy approval. "Um... ha... so uh... exactly how many girls have you indulged?"

Eddie lifted a quizzical brow. "Why so interested in my sex life all of a sudden, or lack thereof?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I just like intimate conversations. They give me a chance to learn more about you on a deeper level."

"Ok, I can understand that, but I'm not sure I should say."

"Please, please tell me. I've been with like... five dudes, including you. And I've messed around with a few others, but I was always too worried about diseases and shit to be too adventurous."

He let out a huff. "Well, I've been with a fair amount of girls, Sug. I had a few regular friends with benefits, but to most I was just amusement, a gimmick. It was a game to them to fuck the freak." He noticed your fist clench. It was endearing.

"Were um... were you always safe? I mean, I know you tend to get drunk and high, and you got caught in the moment with me, so..."

"Isy... would it make a difference if I wasn't?"

"Well, no... I don't know. I mean... it won't change the way I feel about you or anything. It's just... shit, I don't know. Just... forget I said anything."

He was thoroughly confused. Placing two ringed fingers beneath your chin he forced you to meet his gaze. "Hey, what's goin' on, Sug? Does my promiscuity bother you that much?"

"No. It's not that. I like that you're experienced. That kinda thing actually turns me on. It's just... n-nevermind. It's-it's stupid." Eddie didn't move but continued to stare, brow raised. "It's just... how do you know there's no little Munson's running around?"

He guffawed, but your expression of blatant apprehension made him instantly regret his outburst, and he became pensive. You were genuinely bothered. "Uh, Sugar... I'm touched that you think of me as some... desirable sex god, but I assure you, you're the only one who does, so no... I don't have kids."

"But how do you know for sure?"

He chuckled to himself, unable to comprehend your skepticism. "I know 'cause you're the only girl who's ever given me the pleasure of taking them raw."

I scoffed. "You're shitting me right?"

"Nope... no one trusts the freak, Sug. So... when I was lucky enough to fuck, I was always made to wear a condom... except with you. And I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out why, but I think I finally put my finger on it."

I was perplexed, waiting impatiently for him to continue.

"See, you said you have trouble separating emotions from sex, and that most likely stems from your religious background. You were probably taught that you had to have an emotional connection to give yourself to someone, yeah?"

I nodded.

"Well, that's bullshit. Just... a way to prevent promiscuity, but sex is just that... sex. A fun, pleasurable, physical act that we as human beings crave. We need it. It's an essential part of our being, but it's just a physical act. It doesn't need to be emotional, or-or special to feel good, yeah?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Well, I didn't bother with emotion. It was always just physical. I needed the release, to feel good. And I'm not gonna lie. When we were cleaning, all my instincts were telling me to just... grab you by the ass and... fuck you against the wall while we listened to Mercyful Fate. I mean, I've imagined doing fowl, filthy things to you that leave no room for emotion... like none whatsoever. It'd just be pure, primal pleasure that makes our bodies feel really fucking good, but sex isn't the same as making love. When you make love to someone, that's where the emotion comes in, where the heart belongs." He pressed his fingers to his bare chest for emphasis. "You showed me that. And you no doubt enjoy the excitement of sex... but you're still extremely guarded, so you reserve intimacy for people you truly care about. Am I making any sense here?"

I was in a daze. I bit my lip and looked away.

"Isy, you wanted me to cum inside you. And I know I'm probably not the first, but that was a big deal for me. For the first time in my life, I felt wanted... and I don't think you would've let it happen if I didn't truly mean something to you. Am I wrong?"

"No... you're not. I can't explain it, but there are no words to explain how you make me feel... and not just physically... but in every possible way. And it just... it would've killed me if... if one of those ungrateful bitches got to share a piece of you. I wanna be the only one who... who's worthy of sharing everything with you, 'cause you're the only one I've ever deemed worthy of... of..."

"What? Worthy of what, Isy?"

I averted my gaze. "Of sharing everything with me. Eddie... you are the only guy who's ever cum inside me."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Ok, now you're shitting me."

I shook my head.

"B-but you're on the pill."

"It's an extra precaution."

The realization hit him like a Mack truck. "So, when you said..." he cleared his throat, "that you want to have my babies... you were serious? 'Cause I thought you were just using that as a metaphor to express your feelings."

I was nervous, unable to read his expression. "Eddie... I was trying to express my feelings, but getting knocked up wasn't my intent. We're still stupid young, but I'd be lying if I said I couldn't picture that with you. I mean, the instant I saw you get outta your van, I thought... 'Holy shit, look at him, he's gorgeous. I wanna have that man's babies'. I was completely smitten. Why the hell do you think I spilled my coffee?" I giggled nervously.

He was still like a statue. "I-I don't know what to say. So... you wanted to know if I had safe sex 'cause... you wanna be the only one to have my kids? Do-do I really mean that much to you?"

I gave a faint smile and nodded. "It's stupid right? I let jealousy get the best of me, but you really do."

Like a greedy man, Eddie reached for you and trapped you in his arms. If there was ever a time to confess his love this was it, but he refrained and instead devoured your lips. Straddling his lap, you caressed his face. His eyes bored into yours searching for any sign of deceit, but all he saw was the gleam of your gorgeous, porcelain skin as you slowly pulled your shirt over your head, and removed your shorts, your tits mere inches from his face. He was helpless, fixated as you released his pained erection from its denim prison. His breathing became sluggish and disjointed as your gentle hand guided him inside you. "U-uh-ohhhhhhhh... hohhh, S-Sugar... mmm."

His little whines of pleasure sent chills up my spine.

"I-I don't know how, but youUhhhhh... you have this... ability to-to sate my primal urges, yet... you torture me byOhhhhh... by showing me that-that I can feel... so much more, hhhhhh. You... you're the only person who's... who's ever made me feel this way. I'd do anything for you." Shaky, broken moans escaped his chest as your intoxicating pussy enslaved him. "Uuhhnngg... mmm, mmm, mhhh." His head fell against the wall the instant your mouth made contact with his neck trailing small wet kisses toward his chest. He almost lost his composure when you flattened your tongue against his nipples, teasing and flicking as the soft, gentle touch of your hands glided over his torso. A feeling of nirvana... a high he feared he could no longer live without willed him to claim your lips with a fierce hunger.

"Mmmm, you're not alone anymoreUhhhhh. And I'll-I'll do this to you...w-whenever you want. Just-just be with me." I locked my fingers around his neck as his palms glided over my ass moving with me as we engaged in sensual bliss.

"Mhh, Sugar... look at me. Look into my eyes. I-I don't deserve you, sweet thing... mhhhhh, but I-I never wanna be without you."

A tear escaped his eyes as he stared into mine with all the love in the world. "Eddie... you do. And I'll do everything in my power to make you see that."

He brushed my hair back, wrapped his arms tightly around me, and immediately claimed my lips. I rode him slowly as he tried desperately not to cum.

"Mmm, S-Sugar. If-if you keep doing this to me I'm-I'm gonna burst."

It wasn't long before I came undone. "Uhhh, Eddie, Eddie! Oh God!" My legs started to shake.

"Ohh, good girl, hohhh, MMMM! That-that's my sweet, beautiful girlCHRIST! UHH!"

Our moans of passion consumed us as we reached the peak of ecstasy. Eddie hugged me tighter, his face smashed against my chest, and I cradled him as my pussy milked him of every drop. When I loosened my grip his became tighter.

"Sugar, please, don't-don't let go."

"Eddie... I'll never let go."

He smiled, enjoying the sensation of your fingers gliding through his hair. "Mhh... how the hell did I get so lucky?"

"By being you." I smiled brightly and sweetly kissed his head.

"Mmm, so, um... since you want my metalhead babies, does this mean you'll finally marry me? Ow! Shit!" He giggled and squeezed you tight. "Hmm, I'll get you to say yes eventually. I promise."

I smiled. "Um, I'm sorry I interrupted your D&D planning with my bullshit."

"No apology necessary. It's not every day I get to have a heart-to-heart followed by passionate sex with a gorgeous woman, but now that I have... that kind of interruption is always welcome. Let's get some sleep, yeah? I'll finish my notes while you're at work tomorrow. I'm gonna need something to keep me occupied so I don't go insane waiting for you to come home."

"Yeah, ok."

He tapped his lips. "Gimme some sugar, sweet thing. Mmm, mhhhhh, that's my girl. And thank you. You really do make me feel wanted."

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Come Friday I was so fucking excited I could barely sit still. The gang showed up around 5 p.m. for D&D.

"Isy!" Dustin crashed into me practically cracking my ribs. "I'm so excited you joined! I missed playing with you."

"Errrrrr, me too Dusty. I wouldn't have missed it."

"So, uh... you and Eddie, huh... huh?" Dustin elbowed me playfully.

"That's right, butthead." He threw his arm around Dustin's shoulder. "For some reason, this beautiful lady wants my sweet lovin'. Ow! Hahaha! She's kinda feisty." He took me in his arms and kissed my head, and I shoved him.

"Get away from me, perv." He winked at me and walked away.

"Well, I'm glad you're together. I knew he'd find someone nice."

"Thanks, Dusty. I can't imagine my life without him. How's Suzie?"

"My beautiful genius is as wonderful as ever."

"Hm, good. Only the best for my Dusty, and you know why?" Dustin shook his head. I leaned toward him and whispered, "Of all Max's friends... you've always been my favorite." Dustin nodded and hugged me again, but Gareth interrupted our reunion.

"Alright guys, time to throw down."

Suddenly the atmosphere changed. The lighting became dark and ominous, and the giant Hellfire sign on the wall above Eddie's chair at the Dungeon Master's station lit up.

"Alright, little sheep. We have a new player joining us." He motioned to you and continued in a deep, raspy voice. "What's your name... weary traveler?"

My God, it was like he'd transformed into a completely different person. I stood there in awe and marveled at the way the black lights highlighted his gorgeous face. It was the moment of truth. "Uh... Kiri." Eddie's smile faded. With a satisfactory smile, I glanced around and noticed the same expression on everyone else's face except Erica's.

He could barely hold himself together. You liked Beastmaster too? Jesus, you just keep adding to the list of why you're the perfect woman. He cleared his throat and forced himself back into character. "Well... Kiri... what's your level, alignment, race, and class?"

(I'm an off-the-charts, horny as fuck, female, who's so incredibly hot for you right now that I wanna fuck you right on the goddamn table!) "Uh, I'm a level 20, chaotic neutral, half-elf, ranger." I let out a confident, possibly too excited, huff.

"Right on," Erica whispered, giving me a high five, "and what the hell just came over the dork squad?"

"I'll explain later," I whispered, turning my attention back to Eddie.

He stared at you and smiled. "Well, Kiri... welcome to Hellfire."

Eddie tossed me something. My very own Hellfire t-shirt, which I happily donned over my tank top.

"Everyone take a seat, and let the chaos commence."

~~~~~

The adventure ended after about four hours with me being restrained. Gareth, Jeff, and Dustin had me by my arms and waist so I wouldn't kill Eddie, who managed to completely obliterate my character.

"Jesus, Sugar, calm the fuck down!"

"Don't Sugar me, you... you murdering FUCK! I'm gonna shove your dice so far up your ass you're gonna be spitting nat 20s outta your goddamn eyes! FUCK!"

"Munson, do something. We can't hold her much longer." Gareth was struggling to retain his grip. "OUCH! Shit, she's strong."

"Gareth, let me GO goddammit! Eddie. Eddie! I'm gonna make you hurt. I'm gonna make you feel so much pain, and not in a good way!"

"Isy, Isy... ISY!"

I glared at Dustin.

"It's me... it's Dustin! Look, I'll help you, ok? I'll help you build a new character. Just, calm down."

I was seething, but I closed my eyes and began taking deep breaths.

"That's it. Breathe, Isy. Breathe."

"Ok, ok, I'm good, I'm good." I stopped struggling and they cautiously released their holds. Eddie took that as his opportunity to try and hug me. "DON'T... don't fuckin' touch me." I shook him off and pouted against the wall so I wouldn't beat his ass.

Jeff chimed in, genuinely concerned for his friend. "Jesus, Munson. I never thought I'd see the day when someone was more passionate about this game than you. I mean, it's kinda hot, but good luck, man. It's been nice knowin' ya."

~~~~~

I played nice, silently plotting my revenge, as I stood on the porch with Eddie watching everyone file out of the house.

"Hey, uh... Isy?"

"What's up, Dusty?"

"Um, I'm sorry about Kiri. I did warn you. 'Eddie the Banished' shows no mercy. He loves the power trip. Gareth can vouch."

"It's true. He did the same thing to me at my first meeting."

I gave Eddie the side eye. "Really, Munson?"

"Oh, come on, Sug. All's fair in love and war... and D&D."

I shoved his face.

"I mean it though. Call me. We can do some solo adventures."

"Thanks, Dusty." Eddie and I waved our friends goodbye as they piled into cars and pulled out of the driveway.

"Uh... Sug?"

And there it is. "Yes, Munson, I love Beastmaster, so I named my character Kiri."

"W-will y--"

I cut him off with a hand to his mouth. "If you think I'm gonna marry you after that shit you just pulled, you're dreaming." The removal of my hand from his face revealed that mischievous grin.

"So, uh... who's place are we crashin' at tonight?"

I gave him a playful, but exaggerated sigh. "You wanna stay at my place... all mighty overlord?"

He pulled me to his chest. "Hmm... yes, your overlord would enjoy that immensely. And he insists that you strip naked and let him do as he pleases to that beautiful body."

"Oh? Is that right?"

"Mm-hm. You know... it's kind of a shame. Kiri was pretty badass, but once I had an idea of what she was like, I had to have a little fun with her." He backed you slowly against the front door. "I couldn't let her get away unscathed. And I have to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed myself."

"Oh, yeah?" I picked up on the double meaning instantly. I gripped handfuls of his shirt and turned him roughly so his back was against the door. I pressed my body against his and looked him dead in the eyes. "You think what you did to her was fun? That you knew what made her tick after one... short... little... adventure?" With my face mere inches from his, I walked two fingers up his chest accentuating each word.

He shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not... but I know one thing."

"Oh?" I pressed against him more, making him exhale heavily. "What's that?" Eddie's smile faded and his eyes filled with lust.

"She, uh... she definitely made an impression." He placed his hands on your waist. "When she first appeared, I could tell she was... beautiful... smart... a little guarded... maybe even a bit... dangerous."

Eddie practically whispered his words.

"I could see she'd be loyal... but I also knew, that if I wasn't careful... she'd rip my heart out without thinking twice."

He gently cupped my face, our lips barely touching. "That's what you think, huh?" I could feel him growing harder against my insanely wet heat, so I trailed a teasing hand from his chest to his growing bulge, stopping just before making contact. "Well then... it's too bad 'Eddie the Banished'... is never gonna find out just how dangerous she could be." I was done pretending. I grabbed his ever-growing bulge and squeezed.

He hissed from the pressure. Staring at your hand, he tried controlling his breathing as the pleasure and pain surged through his body.

I squeezed him harder and he started to whine, but this time it wasn't pleasurable. "That's what you get... Dungeon Master. And if you think... I'm letting you touch me after that performance, you are sorely mistaken." I released him. Eddie grabbed his pained crotch and slid to the porch, trying to catch his breath, and I started pummeling him. "You are such... a tremendous... ASSHOLE!" He peeked over the arm he was using to shield himself and stared at me with that shit-eating grin, which made me more furious, so I continued to pound on any part of him I could get my hands on. "How could you?! How could you do that to my character?! Do you even know how long it took me to get her to that level?! How many... UUGGGG!... fucking campaigns... and solo adventures I had to play?! And then... one game with you, and POOF! Dead! In one... FUCKING blow!" I ignored his cries of pain. "I just wanna... Oooooo! I wanna stab you in your... stupid face! GodDAMMIT, Munson! I'm so fucking pissed at you right now!" I was breathing heavily, glaring at him, as he laughed uncontrollably. "Oh, you think it's funny."

"Uh-huh! Ha!... Haaayeah, yeah actually, I do."

"ERRR! Fuck... you... you fucking... DICK!" He was curled up in a ball, laughing even harder. "You can spend the night all by your lonesome!" I sifted through his pockets until I found his keys, removed my house key, chucked the bundle of metal at him, and stalked off.

He lay there, breathing heavily, still laughing. "Aww, come on, Sugar. Don't be like that." You gave him the finger and disappeared into your house. (HOLY FUCK! You were a little She-Wolf! And he fucking loved it) God, he wanted you so FUCKING bad! And Tuesday he was gonna show you just how much. But first, he was gonna have a little fun.

~~~~~

Brrrrriiing...brrrrriiing... "Isy! Please answer the damn phone! I know you two are playing some twisted mind game, but I'm trying to sleep, and Munson's not gonna stop badgering us 'til you answer!" Max's voice echoed from the loft.

"Ok, brat, but only because you asked so nicely," I joked and shut my bedroom door, picked up the receiver, and plopped onto the bed. "Hello?"

"Did you really think you'd get off that easy?"

"Actually, yes. All I need is a well-placed digit and the poster on my ceiling."

"Ooooo... ouch. That cuts deep, Sug. You know damn well a poster and your petite fingers are no match for my talented hands... or my dick."

No matter how pissed I was, Eddie's words and deep, tantalizing voice were making it impossible not to touch myself. As if my hand had a mind of its own it traveled slowly down my body and into my shorts, finding its way to my dripping wet cunt. With my free hand, I lifted my tank top exposing my tits and started teasing my erect nipples. "Why don't you use those talented hands to go fuck yourself... Dungeon Master?"

"Is that how it's gonna be? You're gonna be a bratty little bitch? Rough me up? Get me hard as a rock... then leave me high and dry?"

"Um, yeah. That's pretty much the short and skinny of it. So if you don't mind, you're kinda interrupting my me time."

"Oh, but I do, Sug. I do mind. See... you're my girl... and my girl is being... very naughty."

"So what if I am? What're you gonna do about it?"

He chuckled deeply. "Mggghh... you wanna play games, Sug? I can play games. Do you think I didn't notice that front you put on tonight?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Come on, Sug. Did you think for one second... that I didn't notice you watching me in that chair? How wet I made you when you finally got to see, firsthand... the power... and experience... of 'Eddie the Banished'? Don't you dare pretend it didn't turn you on? You're dying for my dick."

"Sorry. Not in the slightest."

"Mmm... you're a terrible liar. I know what you're doing. I hear that little hitch in your breathing. You're touching yourself, and I know... exactly... what you're thinking about."

"Oh yeah? What am I thinking about?" My fingers were blissfully gliding over my clit.

"You're thinking about all the fowl, filthy things you want me to do to you. You're thinking... of me on my throne, commanding you to kneel at my feet, take my dick out, and suck me off."

I released a heavy breath and closed my eyes. "Keep talking, Munson."

"Mmm, you're thinking of me... pushing your head onto my cock, taking me deep into your greedy throat... until you start to gag." Your little moans and purs were making him rock hard and he started rubbing himself through his jeans. "The vibrations of your moans, and the wet, sloppy mess your tongue makes as it glides up and down my dick... they feel... so fucking good. I'd fuck your throat until I've had my fill, then I'd pull you off my dick by your hair, force you onto the game table, and rip off those... insufferable shorts... so I could spread those thick thighs." He could hear your stifled breathing and was aching for you. He undid his jeans, relieving the pressure, and started stroking himself. "I'm gonna curl my fingers inside you until you're a whimpering mess."

"Mmm, fuck, Eddie... don't stop."

"Replacing my fingers with my mouth, I'll devour your sweet juices, bringing you to the edge, but I won't let you cum, 'cause I want more. To use you for my gratification, so I'll flip you over, shove your face against the table, and pin your wrists behind your back as I tease your sensitive slit with the head of my dick until you beg me to fuck you."

"Oh, yes, Eddie!"

"Sugar, come over here and let me take care of you."

"I... I don't need your help."

"Mmm... mm-hm... is that so? Jesus, you're such a tease. Well, I can tease too, Sugar. I was ready... so ready... to feel your tight, little cunt wrapped around my thick cock. I know you wanna feel me inside you, and you can. All you have to do... is come over."

He was playing a good game. "Uhh... Eddie. Feels so... so good. I want you inside me. Please fuck me!"

"Mmm, are you gonna be my good girl, my plaything, my naughty little slut who wants to please me, and indulge my every need and want?"

"Yes, Eddie! Use me!"

"Fuck yes! I'm gonna fuck every tight hole on your gorgeous body starting with that tight, little cunt. I'll grab you by the hips and impale you, let my balls slap against your big, round ass, and continue pounding into you until both of us are about to cum, then I'm gonna pull out and deny us both, 'cause I wanna take you in the ass. Mggghh, that tight little hole is gonna be stretched to bursting point trying to accommodate my fat cock. And it's gonna hurt, Sugar. It's gonna feel like pure bliss for me, but it's gonna hurt you so bad... until it starts to feel good. And just when it does, and I'm ready to bust, I'm gonna pull out, and smack that ass so hard it leaves a handprint."

"Mmmmm... Eddie, I'm so wet. I'm dripping all over my sheets... uhh... you wanna taste me, don't you?"

"God-dammit." He bit his fist in frustration. "Don't... don't make me come over there and bang on the goddamn door until you let me in."

"You won't."

"Oh? What makes you so sure?"

"Max." I could hear him cursing under his breath.

"Errr, you goddamn brat! Why you doin' me so dirty?"

"You wish I was doin' you dirty... in Kiri's flimsy, little cloth garb." I could tell he was covering the receiver, trying to muffle his cursing. "Don't dish it if you can't take it, Munson." I smiled to myself as my whole body started to tense.

"Oh, Sugar... Fuck! Are you close?"

"Eddie... I'm so close. Can't... can't wait to feel you inside me again. I bet... 'Eddie the Banished'... fucks like a beast."

"Fuck, Sugar... you have no idea."

"Oh, God yes! Eddie! So... so jealous of the girls who've gotten to be manhandled by you. It's... it's not fair. I'm your girl."

"You... you're right. I've dominated so much pussy... but none of them come close to you... not to my girl."

"Oh, fuck, Eddie! G-gonna cum! Oh shit, shit!"

"That's it, Sugar. Cum for me. Jesus, fuck, I'm gonna bust a nut just listening to you. Hohhh, ok... mhhh, I-I'm gonna... pull you off the table, force you onto your knees, and... and jerk myself... mhhhhhfuck. I'm-I'm gonna cum, fuck, FUCK! Gonna shoot my load a-all over your-your prefect titsFUCKING CHRIST! Errrrrrr, mhh, mhh, mmmm."

Listening to his animalistic moans as he came made my orgasm insanely intense. "Ohhh, oh shit... you um... you really get into that whole domination thing, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah I do. Jesus... you-you get me so riled up."

"Mhh, good."

"Ha! You really are a tease. Don't-don't wash your hands yet. Get your sweet ass outside. I wanna taste what I've done to you."

"Mmm, Eddie... I don't think I will." I smiled to myself, knowing I had the upper hand.

"Wh-what?"

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

"No. No, no, no. God... DAMMIT! Don't... don't fucking deny me, please."

"Goodnight... Dungeon Master."

"Errrrrrr... I'm-I'm warning you, Sugar. If you don't come outside right now... you'll regret it."

"Mhhh... enjoy your night, Munson." I hung up the phone as Eddie continued to spew obscenities. He sounded so angry, but he deserved a taste of his own medicine.

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When I got home from work I had about two hours to kill before the gang showed up for movie night. I hadn't heard from Eddie all day, which was strange, but I figured he was still stewing over last night (Serves him right). After my shower, I headed to my bedroom, but I stopped dead when I noticed my front door was open. Max wasn't home so I was starting to freak out, about to rush to Eddie's for safety when I was grabbed from behind and dragged into my room. I tried screaming, but the hand covering my mouth guaranteed my silence, and the cold sting of metal against my skin made me realize that it was Eddie who had me incapacitated.

"You think it's cute, bitch? Humiliating me... making me beg for what I want? No one makes me beg for anything, especially audacious little sluts like you."

I started to panic, evident by my expression and heavy sniffles.

"Awww, are you afraid? Hmm? Afraid of what I'm about to do to you? You should be. You think you can tease me... ME?!"

I flinched at his tone and tried to wiggle from his grip, but it was futile. Eddie was surprisingly strong.

"Don't-don't struggle, pet. I'm not gonna hurt you... not too much. I told you, warned you... that if you didn't come outside... you'd regret it."

He whispered those last words, dropped my towel, and squeezed my tit. I tried to scream again.

"Sh, sh, shhhhh. Screaming won't do any good. There's no one around but us."

My eyes went wide. (Was I wrong about him all along?)

"Did you think... that after you roughed me up and left me with blue balls... that there wouldn't be consequences?"

Eddie turned me roughly and grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin. I was too confused to speak, so I pushed one of his hands away and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. He smiled malevolently and started cackling.

"A HAHAHAHAHAHA! Awww... you're sexy when you're scared." He leaned toward my neck and inhaled deeply. "Mmm, delectable. Let's see... just how sexy you can be."

Eddie's smile was wicked and I was terrified. He flung me against my dresser and removed his jackets, letting them fall to the floor. His belt was next. He undid the buckle, pulled it from the loops, and gave it a crack. "Eddie, wh-what are you doing?" My voice was shaking. I wanted to run, but I was so confused. (Should I run? Should I knee him in the junk? What the fuck was going on?) To my relief he dropped the belt, but then he unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and started advancing toward me. When he was within range, I tried to slap him again, but he caught my wrist and gripped it tight. I was petrified. "Eddie..." I started to find my bearings. "Eddie, let me GO!" I pounded his chest with my fist, and his smile faded. I gasped the instant his hand gripped my throat. He backed me into the dresser, the jagged edge digging into my back. His eyes were like daggers, his face inches from mine, and he whispered one word.

"No."

"Eddie, please... y-you're hurting me." His grip on my neck remained, but the pressure of my body against the dresser immediately eased. (W-why did he let up?) Trying desperately to make sense of the current situation, I suddenly remembered Eddie's words from a previous conversation. 'I wasn't lying when I said I like it rough... I get a lot more intense. But just know... I'd never intentionally hurt you'. In that brief moment of clarity, I realized... I trusted Eddie. That as barbaric as his actions were, this was one of his kinks. He was playing.

He eyed your heaving chest. "See... I don't want to let you go. And I don't think you want me to."

His voice was so deep and seductive that it was melting my brain, and with a new found sense of fortitude I was determined to play the damsel. "You... you're fucking insane, Munson. Let me go!" I inhaled sharply as his grip on my neck tightened.

"SHUT... your goddamn mouth, bitch!" Your eyes went wide. "Resist all you want, but it'll get you nowhere. I know you're enjoying this. I can see it in your eyes."

He was right. I was so fucking aroused my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

"Ahhhh, see... right there. You want me to ravage you, don't you, pet? Mm-hmm... you're jealous of the girls who've indulged in my appetite for carnal pleasure. You want it all... including the pain, 'cause pain, whether it be mine or yours... enhances the gratification. So you can beat me senseless if you want... it just gets me hard." He took your hand, pressed it firmly against his swollen cock, and exhaled heavily. "Mmm... you feel that, slut? Do you feel how hard you make me?"

I couldn't control my breathing. I felt like I would cum right then and there.

"So... let me tell you what's about to happen. After that bullshit you pulled last night... you're lucky I didn't bust down your goddamn door."

His tone was stern, yet so fucking hot!

"So now... I'm gonna take what I want... what's mine. 'Cause you are mine. My woman. My toy. My free-use whore. And I'll do with you as I please, so I'm gonna bend you over this dresser and stick my hungry dick inside that... sweet, little cunt, and I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop. And then... I'm gonna fuck you harder. Because you need to be punished. You need to know... that you... belong to me... and what Eddie wants... Eddie gets, yes?"

I nodded shyly.

"That's my good whore. You need to know... that no one else will ever... touch you like I do."

Oh my God! That almost did me in. I was a writhing mess as Eddie's musk invaded my senses and his blackened eyes and virile features ghosted over my exposed skin.

"Tell me you want me. That you want me to use you until you're screaming my name. Tell me... that you want me to paint that slutty, little cunt with my hot cum. 'Cause you're mine. This gorgeous body... is mine. Say it, Sugar. I need to hear you say it."

"Eddie..."

"Come on," he brushed his lips across yours, his words barely a whisper. "Be a good whore."

This was it, do or die. I knew that if I wanted him to, I had the power make him end this right here and now, but good God I wanted him, needed him. This side of him was new to me... and fuck, was it exciting, so I decided to egg him on, and whispered, "Eddie... go fuck yourself." His wicked smile grew wider, and he was in my face again. Just as I thought it would, my smug smile coerced him. His grip on my throat was agonizing.

"Mmm... you're such a fucking tease. But the joke's on you, slut. I already did that today. I stroked my fat cock as I imagined... all the ways I'm gonna ruin you, but I want the real thing now." He shoved his tongue down your throat. "Mmm... now say it."

We stared into each other's lust-blown eyes.

"SAY IT!"

I flinched, but instead of cowering, I smiled seductively, and teased. "I thought you never begged?"

He cackled again and grabbed your hair, yanked your head back, and glared at you. "Mhhh... you'll be sorry for your insolence, slut." Your head jerked when he smacked your cheek, then he gripped your face with his fingers. "You wanna mouth off to me? HUH?" He ran two fingers through your soaked folds, brought them to his lips, and sucked them clean. "Mmm... Fuck! Goddamn you for tasting this good. This is all I wanted from you, but you refused to give it to me, so now... I'm gonna take it."

Eddie latched his lips to my neck and sucked hard. I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair, trying to revel in the sensation, but I was denied. He spun me around and pushed me down onto the dresser, my possessions, including my picture of Blackie, flew in every direction. Eddie grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back, leaning over me as he clumsily pushed his jeans down past his hips and rubbed his girth through my folds.

"Mmmm, fuck! So warm, so wet. And good GOD, your ass!" He eyed the fallen picture, ran his hand over your tattoo, and gave it a hard smack. "How dare you allow another man to mark you. You're not Blackie's, whore. You're mine. And now... I'm gonna claim what's mine." He bit your neck hard, and you screamed. "Mmm, beg for it, whore. Beg me for my dick."

I whimpered at his words and tried to back into him.

"Mmm, no, no, no. You want my dick... you need to beg." Eddie waited for a reply continuing to rub his dick across your clit. "I can't hear you, pet. Do you want... my dick... inside you? Want me to fill you up? Cream that... tight cunt?" He yanked your hair harder.

"Yes, Eddie, FUCK! I want your dick inside me! PLEASE!"

"That's my obedient, little whore. Spread those sexy legs for me." He kicked your feet apart, grabbed the base of his dick, and buried himself into your soaked pussy with one powerful thrust.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

"OHHHHHH... FFFFFFFUUUUUCK! Mggghhh... mhhhh, YES! So fuckin' TIGHT! MMM!"

He grabbed my wrists, locked them behind my back, and began his assault. I winced, pained whimpers leaving my lips, but it felt so goddamn good.

"Awww, d-does that hurt, whore? I-I know it does, MHHH! But I'm not letting up. You-you need to learn how to take my cock in whatever way I wanna give it to you." You nodded fervently trying to catch your breath as his agonizing pace continued. "Uhh... FUCK! Feels so goddamn good inside you... ohhhhhh! So fucking soaked for me!"

"Shut up and fuck me, Munson." He smacked my ass so hard that I almost started crying, then he grabbed my wrist again.

"Shut your fucking mouth and take my cock, you WHORE!"

Eddie'd gone feral. He pulled me up and squeezed my tits as he pounded into me. I gripped the edge of the dresser as the pleasure and pain coursed through my body. It was pure ecstasy.

"Ohh, FUCK! Mhhhh... yeah... take it, slut. Take my big dick."

Eddie's deep, gravelly voice had me in a trance.

"Yeah, feels good when I fuck that tight... little... cunt... ERRRR! Jesus H. CHRIST! So tight! Mmm, mhh, mhh."

"Huh, Eddie! H-harder... fuck me harder, you goddamn ANIMAL!!" He practically growled.

"YES!!! You're loving this, aren't you, you filthy WHORE?! Love it when I FUCK you like a beast?"

Eddie's thrusts were brutal. He gripped the front of my throat and squeezed as he reached his other hand to my clit and started rubbing it rapidly. With my eyes shut tight, mouth agape, I struggled to make a sound.

"Yeah! Blackie's got nothing on me, bitch! Mmmmm, FUCK! You LOVE it when I split you in two, don't you? Ohh, Fuck! You-you want my cum, whore?" You nodded. "Use your words."

"Yes, Eddie... fucking cum inside me!"

"Mhhhh... YES! That's my dirty, little slut. You want my cum? I'll give it to you... but you... you have to ask nicely... MMMFUCK!!!"

"U-uhhh... Eddie, FUCK!" Tears were rolling down my cheeks. "I-I want it. Fucking give it to me. PLEASE!"

"Ohhhhh, JESUS!!! Mhhhhh... yeah. You-you want me to fill you up? Bust my nut... deep inside you? Get you pregnant? Hmmm?!!! Say it... say it, whore. Tell me you want my babies! MMMMM, FUCKING SAY IT!"

He slapped my ass again. "Eddie, for the love of everything holy, fucking cum inside me! Make me yours!"

"ERRRRRR, YES! Cum for me. Mhhhh, my fucking Goddess! Show me how much you mean it. How much you want me, how much you want my cum, and I'll give you my all. Just-just cum on my cock." He started teasing your clit again. "I SAID FUCKING CUM FOR ME!"

That did me in. "Ohhh, my... G-GOD!!! FU-UCK!"

"Yeah... that's it. Cum. Cum, for me. TAKE... MY... FUCKING... COCK!!!"

He accentuated his words through clenched teeth, the sound of skin against skin as his balls slapped against my ass with every powerful thrust. I was crying pleasurable tears as my pussy clenched around his glorious dick and showered us both in my elation.

"Ohhhh, sweet... JESUS!!! That's my GIRL!!! Ohhhhh, OhFUCK! I-I need to cum, but not inside you."

"Eddie, please!"

"No, not this time. Turn around, bitch. On your fucking knees! I'm gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours until I'm ready to explode, and then, MGGHH... then, you're gonna jerk my cock until your perfect tits are covered with my cum."

I obeyed his every command and knelt in front of him.

He grabbed your head. "Open. Open your goddamn mouth!" He plunged his dick deep into the back of your throat and fucked your face until you were choking. "OhhCHRIST!!! That's it. Nice and sloppy, just like that, OHHHHH! I'm-I'm gonna fucking bust... OhhhFUCK!!! UHHHHH!"

Eddie gave one last powerful thrust and pulled out, letting out the most orgasmic sound I'd ever heard as I jerked him to completion all over my tits. He leaned against the edge of the dresser to steady himself as I milked him of his huge load. When he finally finished he started laughing, both of us struggling to breathe.

He looked down through half-lidded eyes, noticed you shaking, and became tense. He reached down and helped you to your feet, brushing some stray hair from your beautiful face. After placing a sweet kiss on your lips, he retrieved your towel and wiped his sticky mess from your chest.

"E-Eddie..." His arms tightened around me just as my legs buckled, and he pulled me to the ground.

Cradling you to his chest, he placed a finger under your chin tilting your head up to meet his worried gaze. Studying your face, he combed his fingers through your hair. "Sugar, are you alright? Jesus, you're shaking like a leaf. Did-did I hurt you?" He started rocking you. "Ah, shit... shit, shit, shit, I'm... I'm so sorry. You're such a little thing, I... I wasn't thinking. Please. Please, Sugar! Tell me you're alright. I-I couldn't forgive myself if I hurt you. You're too precious to me."

His eyes were so tender. I reached a weak hand to his cheek, and he leaned into my touch. "Eddie, no... you didn't hurt me. I mean, yes... it... it hurt. I'm, mmm... I'm not used to you yet, but it felt... really good."

He let out a breathy laugh and kissed you passionately. "Mhhh, Jesus, don't... don't scare me like that, sweet thing. Are you sure you're not hurt?" He started looking you over, checking for any sign of physical harm. "Ah shit, Sugar... I bruised you up pretty badly. Shit, SHIT! You-you didn't tell me to stop. I-I should've checked in. No, no I shouldn't have done this with you at all. I was way too physical."

Eddie was hysterical, tears streaming down his face as he continued to rock me. "Eddie, stop... it's ok. You didn't cross any lines." He was shaking his head. "Eddie! For real. I'm ok. Physically and mentally, I'm good, I promise. I'm not as fragile as you think."

He stopped moving, and eyed you warily. "You-you'd tell me if you weren't, right? 'Cause no matter what I say or do... how you feel matters to me. You got that?"

"Yeah... I got it. And I'd tell you."

"Ok... 'cause I adore you, Sugar. I just wanna make you feel good."

"Mmm, you did. That was... well, I'm still not quite sure what the fuck that was." I was still shaking, trying to catch my breath.

"Shh... sh, sh, shhhh. Just rest, sweet thing. Just... let me hold you, yeah?"

I nodded and cuddled into his chest.

"I'm so, so sorry, Sugar. I can get carried away sometimes. It's just... well, the high from getting my rocks off this way... it's so fucking satisfying. And after the way you reacted last night, I thought I might indulge you. When you started playing along I got more carried away." He kissed your head, still rocking you gently. "But um... well, I think this was a bit much for you. I mean, all I want is to be close to you."

"Eddie, this was exciting. I mean, you're like... Jekyll and Hyde. One minute you're a sex-crazed fiend, and the next... you're the sweetest thing on the planet." He chuckled and squeezed me tighter.

"Sugar, it's so peculiar how making love to you suppresses my carnal side. The vulnerability I feel when I'm with you... I never knew how much I wanted it, needed it. I want more of that. You deserve more of that."

"Eddie, I'm glad you enjoy how the tender side feels."

"I do, Sug. I really do. But only with you. I still don't understand what you see in me."

"Eddie, how many times do I have to say this?"

"Once more would be nice."

I sighed. "Honestly... I've always wanted a metalhead, and after all the failed relationships, I promised myself I wouldn't settle again, so I held out. And I'm glad I did, 'cause when I saw you, I was immediately drawn. Then we got to know each other, and you... well, you're phenomenal. You're you. You're the one. My missing piece... and you make me happy. Except when you undo years of painstaking character building, you sick fuck."

He started laughing his ass off. "Get used to it, Sugar. I told you I don't play favorites," he tapped his finger to his lips. "Gimme some sugar."

I smiled and kissed him sweetly.

"Mmm, does this mean I can have your key back? I don't wanna have to keep breaking in."

"Yes, you jerk. And as disturbing as it is that you're proficient at breaking and entering, you're gonna tell me how you did it so I can fortify this place against unwanted intruders."

"Son of a criminal, Sug." He smiled and hugged you tight.

"Yeah, well, I was scared half to death until I felt your rings. Well, even then I was terrified, but um... well as fucked up as this whole situation was... it made me realize something."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Um... well... I was afraid. You're pretty intimidating as Mr. Hyde... but then the stuff you told me about your kinks started bouncing around my brain. That um... that you'd never intentionally hurt me. So even though you were a completely different person, you let up when I said you were hurting me. And as small of a gesture as that was... I knew you were still in there somewhere, and that's why I got turned on. I um... well... I trusted that you wouldn't hurt me... I trust you, Eddie." Eddie looked like he was on the verge of tears. Nodding slowly, he held me close, practically smothering me.

"Um... holy shit! Thank you, Sugar. My beautiful girl, my angel. You mean everything to me." He rested his cheek upon your head and continued to rock you.

"Eddie, are you sure you can't come to the Hideout Tuesday? That's something I wanna experience with you. And to be honest I'm a little nervous about running into Janette."

"I would, Sug, but I promised Jeff I'd help him." You whined. "Oh, stop. If we get done early I'll stop by, but if I don't make it, just come over. I made a key for you too. I'll be waiting when you get home, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And don't be nervous about Jan. She's no threat, and she wants to meet you. She's a very nice person. You'll get along. Actually, most of the Hideout crowd is pretty cool. Some of the only people in Hawkins who don't treat me like a plague on society. You'll be comfortable there."

"Ok. I trust you." We looked at each other and smiled.

He kissed you sweetly. "Mmm, that means so much to me to hear you say that." He assessed the mess. "Um, c-can you stand?"

"Yeah... yeah I think so."

Eddie helped you to your feet. "Let's clean up this mess, then we can soap each other up in the shower before everyone gets here."

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Movie night was a success. I was the new favorite among all the parents, especially that tool, Mr. Wheeler, who was happy to get all the kids away from his house for once. I love having the whole gang together, just bullshitting, ganging up on each other, eating shitty candy, throwing popcorn, all while watching our favorite movies. We ended the night with Beastmaster, and Erica finally realized why it had such a hold over all the boys. I was sitting on the armchair against a sleeping Eddie, smiling as I stared at the kids, all piled together in an adorable, snoozing heap on and in front of the couch. I quietly grabbed Eddie's camera from the coffee table and captured the moment.

When I turned to wake him I noticed his restlessness, apparent by the subtle twitching of his head and crease in his brow. I whispered, "Eddie... Eddie?"

~~~

'Eddie..."

You were waning. "Help! She needs help, please!" He was frantic, running through the bleak, florescent halls with your limp form cradled in his arms. A flash of light, and suddenly you were being wheeled away... but to where and why? It seemed like the world had slowed to a crawl. He stared after you and glimpsed Robin's judgmental expression before her worried eyes turned to you, and you both disappeared out of sight. Your voice was weak but distinguishable as you yelled for him.

'Eddie... Eddie!...'

He tried to follow, but was detained. There was a feeling of dread as a faceless hand pushed on his shoulder, then the sound of a disembodied voice.

'The time has come, my friend.'

Time? Time for what? Were you gonna be ok? Was this his fault? What the fuck was happening? Unable to push forward he fell to his knees listening to your plea, your name echoing through the halls as he screamed for you and tried to break free... then everything went black...

'Eddie... Eddie!...'

~~~

"Eddie, Eddie... Eddie, wake up."

"ISY!" He sat bolt upright and crashed directly into your waiting arms. Covered in a sheen of sweat, and gasping for breath, he clung to you.

"Shh, sh, sh, sh, hey, I'm here. You're alright." I grabbed his face. He was hyperventilating. "Eddie, hey... it was just a dream." I held him close and glanced at the kids, who thankfully were still out cold. "Come on, let's go outside." He nodded, but refused to let me go, not even when we were quietly sitting on the porch. I lit two cigarettes and he took one with a shaky hand. He took a drag and started staring at me, brushing his fingers through my hair, as he was struggling to fight back tears. "Eddie, what's wrong?"

"I don't know. I was having this... horribly vivid nightmare. I'm-I'm not quite sure what it was... but it... it scared the shit outta me."

"Tell me?"

"Um... I-I think we were in a hospital, and you... you were hurt. I don't know how, but whatever it was, I'm... I'm pretty sure it was my fault. Robin... sh-she was there too. And someone else, maybe Harrington... but I don't know."

His eyes started to water. "Eddie, it was just a dream. I know you'd never hurt me."

"I know, Sug... but that's just it. Whatever was ailing you... I could feel that it wasn't intentional, but I can't help but think, that maybe it's a sign... that you don't belong with me. That you'd be safer without me. Like maybe... if you stay with me, I'll-I'll end up ruining your life."

"Eddie, don't start with that nonsense."

"Sugar, please. I mean... look what I've already done to you." He traced your bruises with his fingers and his face fell.

"Eddie, I told you. I'm fine."

"It's still no excuse. You deserve to be treated better. Not like a sex object for my selfish needs. And then there's the ostracism. I've seen the side eyes people give us when we're together. It's because of me."

"Eddie..."

"No, Sug, please... just listen. N-no one's ever felt for me the way you seem to, and I care for you... more than my own life, but I'm... I'm afraid... about so many things. I mean, you're so smart, and beautiful, and kind, and... and you want so much from life, and you deserve it all, including a family... but I don't think that's in the cards for me. I just... I want you to be safe, and happy, and if I ever jeopardize that I'll never forgive myself."

"You won't. I told you, I'm not as fragile as you think. What is it you think's gonna happen?"

"Sugar... I don't know, but I do know that you deserve better than me, and the further we take this relationship the more complicated your life will be. And I'm not willing to doom you, or-or kids, to my fate."

My eyes starting to water. "So that's it? I scared you with my comments about kids. Eddie, I told you. That wasn't my intent. I'd never make you do anything you didn't want. I just wanna be with you."

"Sug, it's clear what you want, and I'm in no position to give it to you. And given my situation, I don't know if I ever will be, but the last thing I want is you resenting me. It would crush me if I broke your heart, but I-I'm too selfish to let you go."

"Eddie, what're you saying?" The crushing blow of heartache hit me when I saw the sadness in his eyes. "You-you want me to leave you?" Eddie's face was littered with tears, and mine was no different.

"No, Sugar... I'm saying that you should."

"Eddie, no, NO!" I pawed at him and started pounding his chest with my fist, but he grabbed my hands and held them as I burst into tears. "No, NO, I won't do it." I slipped from his grip and smashed his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "How dare you. How dare you put this on me. Damn you, and your cowardice. You're better than this. I know it. And I also know you're not used to being the object of someone's affection, but you better get fucking used to it. I make my own decisions... and I choose to be with you. So for fucks sake, PLEASE! Please start accepting it. You don't want us to end, right?" He shook his head. "Well, neither do I... and leaving you would break my heart. Now, answer me this. What do you want from life?"

He'd never been asked that before, nor would he have known how to answer, until now. "Um... I-I wanna better my situation... find a legit job, so I can live a life full of happiness, and love, and without ridicule... with you. I wanna marry you, make you a mom. But I..."

"No! Don't say it. Look, I can't imagine how hard it's been for you to try and escape this stigma that people've placed on you, but I'll be damned if we let each other take shit from those ignorant fucks. We both want the same thing, and you deserve to be happy too, so let's make it happen, together. We're a team. It's you and me. Eddie and Isy... always."

He was astonished. You really do believe in him, but what if he embraces this journey with you and it ends in tragedy? Or maybe his nightmare was a wake-up call. A proverbial slap in the face telling him that if he wants to ensure happiness with you, he needs to clean up his act and commit to you, and himself. He was determined to make it the latter, and with you by his side, he knew he could bring it to fruition. He scooped you up, and with lips latched, he quickly and quietly carried you to your room, tasting your skin as he removed each article of your clothing.

"Mmm, Munson. Th-there's a whole slew of people in the next room."

"I know. Mmm, but I don't care. I need you. I'll be quiet, I promise."

I threw my limbs around him and kissed him ferociously, sripping him of his shirt. I undid his jeans and sunk to the floor pulling them down with me, and taking his cock in my mouth.

"Oh, Jesus chrmmm, hmm, ohhhfffffug... awww." He threaded his fingers in your hair. "S-Sugar... mmm, m-make it sloppy. J-justawwww, that's it. That's my girl, hhhhhhhh, hmm, hmm..."

I proceeded to give him an insanely sloppy blowjob, spitting and slurping on his delectable dick until he pulled me off with a pop.

"Mmm, y-you're too good at that, hmm, but I don't wanna cum yet." He cupped your face, pulled you to your feet, and you gripped his wrists as he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. Kissing you tenderly, willing you onto the bed, he crawled over you. Breaking away for an instant to glimpse your beautiful face, he reclaimed your lips with a burning desire, and pushed his cock inside you, your locked lips muffling the moans.

"Oh-ohhhhhh... this-this is gonna be impossible."

"Hhhh, Eddie... don't you dare stop. Just-just kiss me-hmph!" I barely got the words out as he grabbed my ass for leverage and took me deeper. "Mmm, mrrrroh fuck!" I clapped my hands over my mouth and whimpered, suddenly feeling empty at the loss of his dick, until it was replaced by his mouth. "Hohh, hohfuck... I love how well you do thisHmmmm." I quickly backed away, rolled him onto his back, and crawled onto his face, smothering him with my soaked cunt.

"Hmmm, mmm, hhhhhh, mmm." He sucked and slurped, so hungry for you, feeling the pressure of your thighs tightening around his head. You leaned forward and tugged harshly at his hair. He pushed on your ass trying to satiate his gluttonous need for your sopping pussy as your orgasm tremored through your body. "Mhhhhhh, mhhh." He released your pussy with a squelching smack and rolled you onto your back, running the flat of his tongue up your slit once more before hovering above you. "Ohhh, oh Christ. You're juices... they're the fucking elixir of the Gods." He rubbed his length between your soaked folds, and slowly entered your velvet heaven. "Ohfffuuuck." He closed his eyes, mouth agape in a silent moan as he earnestly penetrated you. "Isabeau, Mhh, my beautiful girl. I-I can tell you're close. Please, please cum for me." Marveling at your contorted, blissful expression he was certain of the undeniable sensation of your sex clamping around his girth. "That's it, Sugar. Mmm, milk my cock. Ohh, I'm-I'm gonna... gonna cum, hmmrrr." Demanding your lips, he moaned into your mouth and fell to pieces as he gushed inside you. "Mhhhhoh, hoh fuck... hhhhh."

"Eddie, hmmmm... n-never stop doing this to me."

"Never, Sugar... never." He kissed you tenderly, pulled out, and cuddled against your back, caressing your stomach gently as you drifted to sleep.

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Watching live music was always one of my favorite pastimes, but I wasn't feeling very enthusiastic about the Corroded Coffin show. Between work and Eddie helping Jeff move into his new place, I'd barely seen him since Sunday. Waking to him clutching me tightly had been the extent of our time together, so when Tuesday finally rolled around I was counting down the seconds until the show would be over so I could finally be with him. I walked into The Hideout with Robin and Steve, taking in the dirty hole-in-the-wall atmosphere with its regular barflies, and smells of stale cigarettes and cheap beer. It was a little taste of home, and as much as I wished Eddie was with me, now that I was here my excitement was starting to build. Robin and I secured a table near the stage while Steve went to the bar to get drinks. In the hopes I'd see Eddie I decided to wear a short, blue sundress, a leather jacket, my Docs, and my wavy hair cascading over my shoulders. I even put on some smokey eye makeup. Not to toot my own horn, but I looked hot. Even Robin couldn't keep her eyes off me.

"Damn, I can't believe they didn't card us."

"I can. Eddie told me they wouldn't, but these kinda places don't give a shit."

"Here you go, ladies." Steve set the drinks down. "Isy, you're wanted at the bar."

I looked over and saw Janette waving me over. "Ah, shit. Well, wish me luck, fools." I made my way toward the bar. Jan gave me an excited smile.

"Hi! Isy, right?"

"The one and only."

"Well, I'm Jan. I've been dying to meet you."

She held out her hand and I shook it with a smile.

"I hope this isn't too weird for you. Munson told me you were kinda nervous. To tell you the truth, I was too, but I promise, you have nothing to worry about with me. I'd never stand in the way of Munson's happiness. He's too good a friend. And I've never seen him this ecstatic. He really digs you."

"No worries. I'm sorry if I came off as a giant bitch. Bad memories of an ex past, but it's good to finally meet you too."

"Hey, no need to apologize. I get it. That's why I don't bother with relationships."

We both chuckled. "Well, thanks for the kind words. Eddie really is something."

"Yeah... and so is his dick! I'm gonna miss that thing."

My eyes went wide.

"Ha! Sorry, I have like... no shame."

"Uh, no, it's... it's fine. I just... wasn't expecting that. But I attest. That thing is otherworldly."

"Right? Well, hey, if you ever wanna hang, I'd be down. We can swap Munson stories." She winked. "I just really hope we can be friends. You seem like a bitchin' chick."

"Thanks, I'd like that. Here, pass me a napkin. I'll give you my number. I wouldn't mind picking your brain about what makes Munson tick."

"Sure thing. I'm an open book. By the way, what's the story with your friend?"

She motioned to our table as she slid me a napkin and a pen. "Who, Steve? Uh... well, that's a long story. At one point he would've been fair game, but nowadays he's a tough nut to crack."

"Well, if he ever wants to come out of his shell, tell him to come find me."

"Hahaha, you got it. Heeere you go." I passed her my phone number.

"This is great! Thanks, Isy! Enjoy yourself tonight. Let me know if you guys need anything, especially your dreamy friend. I think you're in for one hell of a show."

"Thanks, I hear these guys are pretty good. I can't wait. Talk to you soon?"

"Damn right, you will."

She beamed at me, and I walked back to the table.

"Did you play nice, Mancini?"

"Yes, Steve, I was very well-behaved. Jan on the other hand wants to play anything but nice with you." Steve spit out his beer.

"Jesus, Dingus! This is my favorite shirt!"

I stifled a laugh as Robin dried herself off with a wad of napkins.

"Sorry, Robin." Steve turned to face you. "Sh-she what?!"

"Hahahahahaha! Hmm, yeah. She thinks you're dreamy." I took a swig of my beer. "Mmm, I was wrong about her. She's surprisingly cool. I gave her my number. I can tell her you're not interested though... unless you feel like ending your dry spell. She's not into relationships so it would just be for fun."

Steve snuck a glance at the bar. "Well, she is easy on the eyes, but I know where she's been."

"Well, fuck you, Harrington. If where she's been is any indication of how she performs in bed, I'd say you're missing out."

"Ok, ok, I get it. I don't need a reminder that I'm now a pathetic, pining loser, and Munson's the man. Jesus, that hurts more every time I say it."

"Well, you're almost right, but a loser you are not." I gave Steve's hand a squeeze and all of a sudden... the lights went out. It was pitch black.

"Hello, Hawkins! Are you ready... for the ear-splitting sounds of Corroded Coffin?!"

Everyone screamed and clapped.

"Before we get into the original tunes, I'd like to start the set with a special song. A special song... for a special someone."

"Damn, that guy sounds just like Eddie." Steve and Robin looked away, taking huge sips of their beers. (What the fuck was up with them?)

"But first... I have a question for that special someone."

A spotlight flicked on, illuminating Eddie's gorgeous face. He was holding the microphone, smiling at me, and my jaw went slack.

"Isy, honey... if you love me... would you please, please smile?"

Another spotlight shone on me. I was speechless... and super nervous. I looked around at everyone. (WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING?!) They were waiting for me to do... something. I gathered my nerves, swallowed hard, and said, unwavering, "Eddie... I love you... but I just can't smile." I exhaled and sat straight-faced, waiting for him to speak.

"I see. Now... I know I'm not Dave Mustaine or the one and only Blackie Lawless... but I bet... I can put a smile on that beautiful face if I do... THIS!"

Without warning, all the lights came on, and Eddie started belting out the opening riffs of Megadeth's 'Mechanix' on a fucking GORGEOUS, black, Flying V guitar. I was practically drooling. And if that wasn't enough to make me want to drop trou like a porn star and fuck him on stage, he was wearing the outfit from my Blackie picture, and the Mustaine bullet belt. I turned and glared at Steve and Robin who were staring at me smiling. "YOU ASSHOLES! YOU KNEW HE WAS IN A BAND?!" They gave each other a celebratory high-five. I turned my attention back to Eddie, noticing Gareth, Jeff, and another friend of theirs on drums, guitar, and bass. (Helping Jeff move, my ass!) What a bunch of sneaky little shits. I jumped out of my seat, plowed through a group of irritated girls, and fought my way to center stage. I watched Eddie intently for the next four minutes as he rocked the fuck out to my favorite song in theatrical Eddie fashion.

🎶We were shifting hard when we took off,

Put tonight all four on the floor,

When we hit top end you know, feels so slow!

Said you wanna get your order filled,

Made me shiver when I put it in,

Pumping just won't do ya know, lucky for you!

Whoever thought you'd be better,

At turnin' a screw than me,

I do it for my life,

FUCK YEAHHH!!!

Made my drive shaft crank,

Made my pistons bulge,

Made my ball bearings melt from the heeeaaattttttt!

Oh YEAH, YEAH! 🎶

I was so excited, bouncing up and down, as Eddie shredded on that gorgeous instrument. When the song ended he removed the guitar and extended his hand. Everyone was cheering and whistling, and my face hurt from smiling so much. I grabbed Eddie's hand and he pulled me onto the stage. He grabbed my other hand and held them both to his chest.

"There's that gorgeous smile? I knew that would work. You can thank Red for that." Eddie cocked his head, motioning to the table where Max, Hopper, Joyce, Wayne, and the rest of the kids were now standing. "Apparently, you torture her daily with that song."

I gave them an excited wave.

"Now Sug... I know we've only known each other for a short time, but I have a question."

Still holding my hands, Eddie slowly got down on one knee, the cheers and whistles growing louder. I felt like I would spontaneously combust! All of a sudden he stood up.

"You know that song's about fucking, right?"

I nodded, still smiling.

"Ok, good, but that's not my question."

Eddie knelt again but jumped right back up.

"Does that song make you horny too?"

I smacked his shoulder.

"OW! Ok, ok... I should've seen that coming."

Eddie knelt back down and shot me a wink, then he jumped up AGAIN.

"Are you gonna play nice this time, and let me help you with that later?"

"Dammit, Munson!" He was driving me crazy, but I was so excited. Eddie knelt again, smiling that sweet smile. He let go of one of my hands, pulled something out of his back pocket, and held it up to me. It was a silver Vic Rattlehead skull ring.

"Sug? You... are a fucking goddess... Marry me?"

My jaw dropped. Screams and whistles echoed through the building as tears of joy streamed down my face. I looked into Eddie's huge brown eyes, as he patiently waited for my reply. "I don't know, Munson. You still haven't bought me dinner."

"TAKE HER TO ENZO'S!"

Hopper and Joyce shouted in unison, and Eddie and I started laughing.

"Alright. Enzo's it is. We'll go tomorrow. So... whatta ya think, Sug? Be my wife?"

"Um, Enzo's, huh? Good breadsticks. In that case... you bet your sweet ass I will!" Eddie jumped up and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I threw my arms around his neck and he lifted me off the ground. When he put me down he placed Vic on my finger and we crashed our lips back together. The roar of the crowd was deafening, and I could hear Jan's huge whistle from across the bar.

"Mmmm, I'm madly in love with you, Sugar. Have been since the moment I saw you," he whispered so only you could hear.

"I'm completely bat shit crazy for you, Munson. I love you... so much. And this!" I ran my hands over his torso and belt. "You are... so fuckin' handsome." Eddie lifted me again and spun me around.

When you started to leave the stage, Eddie grabbed your hand and kissed it. "Future Mrs. Munson, everybody! Give her a hand!"

I jumped down and made my way back to the table where I was pulled into a huge group hug.

"Alright, people. Let's get this show over with. That one and I have some fuckin' to do." Eddie smiled and winked at you.

More cheers and whistles. Max looked like she was gonna puke. "Sorry, Brat." I pulled her in for another hug before turning my attention back to the man of my fucking dreams.

~~~~~

Eddie and I barely made it up the porch steps as we desperately tried to strip each other, but clothes be damned. We only managing to shed jackets before we made it through the door. Eddie hiked me up by the ass. I wrapped my limbs around him, and he slammed my back against the door, returning his lips to mine. We gripped each other so tight the jaws of life couldn't pry us apart.

He was moving in fast forward. Reaching down with one hand he clumsily undid his pants releasing his hard cock. Pulling your panties to the side, he brought his hand to his mouth, licked a long stripe up his palm, and grabbed his engorged length.

(My God, that was so fucking hot!) It was seconds before his cock was drowning inside my slick juices. His moan was music to my ears... he actually shivered when he entered me. He put his forehead into the crook of my neck and moved in and out of me with haste, angelic moans leaving his lips as he continued his powerful thrusts. Neither one of us was gonna last long. The love and need between us were so eminent. "E-Eddie... Fuck! Oh, my GOD!!!" I whimpered.

"That's it, Sugar. FuckingCHRIST! I'll-I'll never get enough of you. Feels-feels so good, UNGHHH, I-I don't... Shit! Oh, Fuck! I'm-I'm sorry. I can't... uhh, God... DAMMIT!!!"

"Ohhhh, EDDIE! FUCK!" I dug my heels into his ass as the intense pleasure surged through my body, and I once again squirted all over his cock. It was amazing how incredible he made me feel.

"JESUS, awwwww... Isabeau, Fuck, FUCK!!! UhhhhhFUCK ME!!!"

His broken moans filled my ear as his pulsing cock filled me to the brim.

"Ohhh... oh fuck!" He was breathing so hard, barely able to stand, but still holding you tight. He lifted his head slowly and gazed into your eyes.

We were both in a daze. His brown orbs were like windows into his soul. All we could do was smile and laugh like giddy idiots. Pressing his lips on mine, he kissed me so passionately, and with so much love, I never wanted it to end.

He returned his head to the crook of your neck. "Oh, Sugar... my beautiful, sweet girl. My life."

"Eddie, I love you so fucking much. This was perfect."

"I'm-I'm glad you think so. I was so nervous. Ha! But I told you I'd get you to say yes."

I laughed bashfully and smiled, happy tears streaming down my face. With my laughter reciprocated he kissed me with conviction.

"Mhhh, you have no idea what you mean to me. I-I would die for you." He set you down slowly and gazed into your eyes. "You-you deserve to be treated like the treasure beneath the Lonely Mountain... and you will be. You're my treasure, Isabeau."

(Oooooo... you sweet, adorable, fucker, you!) I stared into his eyes and whispered in Elvish, "Ni melathog n'uir?"

He was stunned, closed his eyes, and pressed his forehead to yours. "I will. I'll never stop loving you. I'm yours... for eternity." He kissed your forehead.

The smile that lit Eddie's face was enormous. "I love Lord of the Rings. I've read every... single... book." I held up two fingers. "Twice."

He pulled you in for another mouth-watering kiss. "Mhhhhh, you-you're a fucking dream come true, and you're mine, my love... my precious."

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Mmm, hmm. Nice one, Munson."

"Come on, future Mrs. Munson. Let's move this to the bedroom."

I noticed Eddie's pants had fallen halfway down his legs. "Come and get me." I shoved his shoulder and bolted to my room.

Eddie waddled after you, arms outstretched. "Hey!... wait for me, Sug!"

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Part 3 to follow

Be excellent to each other, and get your Munson on!🤘

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[storiesofsvu]

Unexpected Judgement Ch 10

Warnings: Language, angst, anxiety and minor panic attack. Very unsupportive Momma donnelly.

***

Figuring that your secret was officially out, you’d grabbed disclosure forms from the precinct when you’d stopped by to pick up a few things Friday evening, thankful that it was basically deserted. Over the weekend, you and Casey had simply avoided the blow out in Liz’s office, deciding rather to look forward, starting to search for new apartments online for both of you to move into. You ended up visiting a couple, one where the agent mentioned there was one with a little more space a few floors up. Unsurprisingly you both instantly fell completely in love with it, the open design, the full windows, the beautiful granite countertops, hardwood flooring, also unsurprisingly, it was definitely out of your budget. You put a pin in your dream condo and continued the hunt for something that you could afford while working for the city.

Sunday evening rolled around before you knew it, and Casey could feel your anxiety vibrating through the apartment. She was quick to wrap you in her arms, reminding you that you didn’t have to go to dinner. You were quick to reply that Liz would be even more mad at you if you ditched, you’d just have to deal with whatever she had coming for you. You were careful to make sure you changed into all clothes that were actually yours, pulling your hair into a loose bun, giving Casey a soft loving kiss before you grabbed your bag to leave.

You weren’t quite sure how long you stood on the sidewalk in front of the Brownstone, occasionally pacing to try and wrangle your thoughts. It was when your phone pinged with a text from Rita telling you to get it over with and just come in that you sighed, letting yourself into the house. When you rounded into the joint living/dining room area you were met with Rita and Liz sitting at the table, drinks poured, a couple plates of finger foods on the table.

“Can’t say I expected to see you today.” You Mother greeted. You replied with a cold look, pouring yourself a hefty scotch at the liquor cart before dropping your bag in the spare chair beside yours.

“I figured I’d be in more trouble if I didn’t show.”

“You’d be in more trouble if you’d brought her with you.” She shot back. 

“Ugh, MOM! Why can’t you just accept that I met someone who I actually really love for once?”

“Because you can’t possibly be in love with her!”

“And you happen to know everything about my love life?!”

“I would if you hadn’t hid it from me for nine months!” 

“Oh gee, I wonder why we did that?”

“She’s got a point there…” Rita commented. She knew how to read the room and wasn’t about to cause any chaos tonight, hell she was more there as a referee to make sure you didn’t end up killing each other. Liz shot her a glare.

“It’s only a matter of time until it implodes on itself, you are breaking up with her aren’t you?” You took a hefty swig of scotch, 

“No. In fact, we started looking at apartments together this weekend.”

“You can’t be serious.” Rolling your eyes you reached into your bag, tossing a folded piece of paper across the table. Liz cocked a brow, unfolding the sheet, eyes quickly scanning over Casey’s disclosure papers. “No.” She stated blunted, “Absolutely not.” She looked you dead in the eye while she ripped it into quarters.

“What the fuck?!” You barely noticed Rita quickly moving through the room, dumping at least a double of fresh scotch into your glass.

“I’m not permitting you to be with her.”

“You think ripping up a piece of paper is going to break us up?”

“It certainly means that if you continue on there’s a high chance you’ll both lose your jobs.” She was playing mean that was for sure, it was toeing the line past the point she ever had with you.

“It’s starting to sound like you’re threatening me…”

“Your little stunt almost blew the entire Macmillan trial! Do you not want to get justice for that little girl?”

“My little stunt?! How about Buchanan outing us in the middle of a court room?!”

“He’s already been dealt with and you know it.” You rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest.

“I’m not a child, I know what I’m doing, I know how much I love Casey and I know that I’m going to spend my life with her.” Liz scoffed,

“You’re too young to have any idea what you’re talking about!”

“I’m twenty eight! I think—“ She cut you off, voice harsher than before.

“And at twenty eight I was stupid enough to make the mistake of marrying your father thinking I was going to be with him forever. Then made the mistake of trying to save a dying marriage with a baby!”

“Did you just call me a mistake?!” You were fucking pissed now, just daring her to jump the line. Liz locked eyes with you, cold and hard across the table.

“Yes. I did.”

“Elizabeth!!” The shriek came from Rita, outwardly offended at how low she had just steeped.

“Go fuck yourself.” You spat the words, rage burning through your veins you were quick to grab your bag, storming out of the room, hearing Rita shout out after you.

“Y/N!”

“Don’t bother Rita, she’s a disgrace to the Donnelly name.” 

You slammed the door as hard as you possibly could, racing down the steps and out into the streets. Tears blurring your eyes, you were thankful there weren’t many people around. The cold wind whipping around you didn’t bother you, it helped calm the inner sense of a brewing panic attack, helped the anger boiling in your veins come down to a simmer before you were able to hail a cab. You could feel your body vibrating the entire ride, holding back about every emotion possible, you silently handed the driver cash before racing up the stairs to Casey’s apartment. Your keys shook in your hand as you tried to get the lock undone, finally pushing the door open and accidentally slamming it shut. Casey’s head shot up from the island, her eyes shooting to the clock before back to you.

“Baby you were gone less than an hour…” When you didn’t give her a reply she stood from the island, cautiously making her way over to you. You tried to speak but a sob wrenched out of your lips, gasping for air between heavy sobs wracking through you body. “Baby!” 

Casey was there in less than a second, she quickly removed your coat as everything in your hands were dropped to the floor. She pulled you tightly into her arms, tucking your head under her chin, hand cupping the back of your head, keeping you impossibly close as you shook with sobs, tears pouring down your face. You were nearly dead weight against her, she gently dropped to the floor, making sure you were fully in her lap as she let you cry it out. Casey’s arm stayed tight around your body while her other hand started to soothingly brush against your hair, lips laying the ghost of a kiss against your locks, simply waiting for your body to stop convulsing. Neither of you had any concept of how much time you silently sat there, when your sobs finally came to a slow, your body let out a large shudder before calming slightly against Casey, body still tense, tears still slipping down your cheeks.

“What happened?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, concern laced through her words. Your voice shook when you replied, hoarse from sobbing.

“She tore up the disclosure forms…” Casey kissed your hair softly, lips muttering against your skin when she spoke again,

“Baby, that’s fine…I’ll just go straight to McCoy when I get back.” She paused briefly, “How bad was this fight?” She felt your head shake against her,

“I really don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay…” She lay another gentle kiss against you, hugging you tighter in her arms, whatever went down was clearly worse than you’d dealt with before, even if you didn’t want to talk, she was still here for you, no matter what. You hiccoughed suddenly, feeling a spike of anxiety rattle through your body, you groaned, pushing away from Casey.

“I think I’m gonna puke…” You muttered, half stumbling your way into the en suite, she heard the door shut behind you. Sighing heavily she pushed herself up from the floor, back in the kitchen she pulled out the kettle, hoping maybe the calming effects of a cup of tea might help. The sound of the shower starting up made her flick the machine back off, knowing you’d likely want to wash away the day and it might be a while. A few moments passed before there was a knock at the door, her blood boiled thinking it was potentially Liz coming to finish off whatever argument you’d likely stormed out of. She braced herself pulling the door open.

“Rita?” Her brows scrunched, the woman looked slightly defeated, a hint of anger present on her face.

“I’m assuming she’s here? Or did she disappear down to Seagate?”

“She’s in the shower.” Casey replied, Rita let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d even been holding. “What the hell happened?”

“I’ve never seen them get into it like that…I don’t know why Liz has such a stick up her ass about this whole thing. She crossed the line pretty hard tonight.” She sighed, “We didn’t exactly get around to eating..” She held up a take out bag that Casey took with a gentle thanks.

“Did you want to wait, talk to her?”

“No…” Rita gave a small smile, “Just make sure you tell her I love her…”

“I will…” There was a brief moment of pause, before both women were taken by a soft surprise as they moved together into a small hug, the words left unspoken shared through the small gesture. Rita gave Casey a tight smile before leaving, knowing that you were safe and in good hands.

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #unexpected judgement #law and order svu #svu #law and order

[teribst]

My Wife My Boss and Poker

My Wife My Boss and Poker

A STORY BY 

MIKE

My wife and I had been together for 2 years but only married for 6 months. She’s 5’ 3”. She isn’t a thick girl but curvy with a full breasts that jiggles like Jello and are capped with just off brown nipples.

 Her 36 27 38 figure always drew the eye of both men and women and with perfectly sculpted legs, ankles and feet, well she is stunning to look at, and walking in from the bath I did just that. I stopped looking back at her lying nude in the dim light from the almost closed bathroom door. She was on her tummy, her right knee bent and pulled up in such a way her naked womanhood was fully exposed. “God I love you Hunter.”

There was a soft moan. “Then come kiss me and get the hell out.” I smiled doing just that knowing that because she worked from home she would not get up for at least another hour.

That was the last normal thing that happened for the next 2 months.

~

“I’m 6‘ even and in good shape. Weather permitting I ride my bicycle to and from work every day covering the 23 miles in an hour and a half most days. My boss is a good guy and if I’m a little late from my ride knows I’ll make the time up before the pay period is up. This day I was early from a nice tail wind and had changed to my work close well before 8am.

My boss Larry stuck his head in my office. “Come see me when you can.”

I got up walking to him and fell in step. “Now's as good a time as any.”

Walking into his office he pointed “Close the door and have a seat Mike.”

I closed the door as he went around and smiled while sitting behind his desk. “Besides wanting to know when they are going to pour concrete on 1st street.” He paused looking at me. 

“That's going to happen Tuesday at 7 am.”

He went on as though he had never stopped talking “Connie and I are having a small garden party for the Cole Brothers. You know how much Grumpy,” I had no idea why he called his wife that she was a nice lady “likes Hunter and she wanted me to invite y'all and ask if Hunter would come a little early to help her set up. It’s going to be this Saturday from about 1pm and go until we are all drunk or just go home.”

“I’ll let Hunter know. It sounds fun.”

~

Back in my office I picked up my cell to text Hunter.

Me.. Hay babe Larry and Connie want us to come to a garden party on Saturday.

Hunter.. “Well Shit..sorry babe, but I told you know Larry has gotten worse, but if I have to, ok.”

I knew that Larry was always flirting with Hunter, trying to look down her top or up her skirt. She and I had talked about the 48yr old guy being a bit lecherous well before we had gotten married. When I asked her if I should say something she had said “No but I’ll let you know if I need you to step in.

Me.. “I’ll say something to him.”

Hunter, “Mike, No not yet. You're in a good place in the company and I don’t want to jeopardize that.”

~

My computer dinged telling me I had mail

11:02am

From Hunter King

Subject Your boss

I am forwarding you what he just sent me.

10:45am

From Larry Anderson

Subject Our Garden Party

“Hay Hunter. I know I shouldn't bug you but a few of our guests this weekend are big money people, BIG money people. 

 So I wanted to see if I can get you to wear something a little more sexy than normal.

I’ll say something to Mike about it if you would like.”

Larry

Now Husband of mine you should direct me as to what you want me to do?

Something sexy our just me? And I Love you very much my man!”

XXX

I looked at the email then up through the glass in my office out into the main room where there were people all over doing their work. I was standing at his door before I really knew I had left my desk. I knocked and he looked up “What the fuck Larry?”

~

Making no apologies Larry looked at me. “Just so you know, I have told Grumpy the same thing and got about the same reaction.” He looked at me “This is all to do with the Cole Account. I’ll tell you what, have Hunter meet us at Rudy’s. I call Connie and have her there too. We can have lunch and talk about it at the same time.”

I sent a text 

Me..“Honey, meet us at Rudy’s for lunch. Connie is not too happy either. See you at 12:30?”

Hunter.. “Shit...I guess.” : (

~

Larry was already going inside Rudy’s when I saw Hunter pulling her jeep into the parking lot. I was still watching my beautiful wife in a mid-thigh length strapless summer dress with 3” wedge style heels walking to me when Connie came walking across the parking lot to her.

Connie was no slouch in the looks department either. At 5’ 9” she was well over 6 feet in her high heel 3” pumps. She had on black leggings and a white t_shirt style top. She was 45 with a full chest and her short gray hair was perfectly styled as the two women smiled at each other and as they hugged hello. I heard Connie say “I guess he is trying to rope you into this shit as well.” It had been more of a statement as she looked at me.

Hunter said “It looks like he is, whatever THIS is.” And she gave me a very dirty look.

~

Inside Larry had already ordered a big tray of BBQ brisket, chicken, ribs and sausage. He already had everyone a drink and was waving us out to the back patio. “I have enough of everything for everybody so come on out here.” He pointed to a wall fan “I got us close to the fan too.”

Once we all set him and Connie on one side of a picnic table me and Hunter on the other Larry started talking as the food was being passed around. “As Mike knows we have a big job that's just coming out of the ground for the Cole company. They have 5 more jobs coming up and they want to do one big contract. It's for about 4 million bucks.

Of course with the cost of labor and material the jobs will not bring in that kind of money but the revenue from it will make Anderson Construction a stable company that if everything goes right will continue to grow.” He looked at Hunter then to Connie. “Mike is and has been my number 1 for a few years now. He has always done what was asked and much, much more. He knows as much about this company as I do,” He looked at me smiling “and if we get the contract I’ll be making him a full partner.” I was watching Hunter's face and it never changed as Larry talked. “Now here is the part that I’m in trouble for. Connie” he nodded to Hunter “You and Hunter are the faces of the wives of the top brass of this outfit.” He looked at me “I don’t know how to explain this without sounding like a complete ass.” He shook his head “I need to wine and dine these 2 brothers. I need 2 beautiful women that I can trust to help me do it. The garden party is just the beginning. They are both big-time pool players so there will be a pool party that night. They are both big-time poker players so we will have a poker night and lastly if we get the contract there will be a man's night party or a trip to Vegas or something.” Again he looked from Connie to Hunter “The 2 of you are without a doubt the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” He looked at me “And if Mikes ok with it I am asking the both of you to help me do this.”

Neither woman spoke for a moment, then it was Hunter that spoke looking at me “And how long have you known about this?”

“Babe on our love I‘m getting this information at the same time both of you are.”

She looked at Connie saying, “I’m, well we are not whores Larry. I’m a very happily married woman that has a wonderful man and will not fuck someone to make your company grow.”

Now it was Connie that spoke her voice breaking a little “How could you ask us to fuck your customers?” Her hands were trembling as she took a drink to keep from crying “How could you Larry?”

Now it was my turn and I was pissed “Hell NO! Larry MY wife will not help you like that.”

Larry held up both his hands palm out in a stop gesture. “Wait, wait, wait! SHIT GUYS! I never said anything about anyone screwing anyone! I just want the both of you to dress hot, be around and look sexy. I didn’t mean for you to screw any one. Holy shit Connie I’m an ass but really you think I would do that?”

“Yes Larry I do.”

~

When we left, I went to go back to work while Hunter, who works from home and that's where she went, was still in tears. I wasn’t sure about Connie. Then as Larry and I were pulling out of the parking lot I saw her pull up behind Hunter. “That can’t be good.” I thought.

~

“Mike, man there was no way in hell I would want my wife or yours to fuck the brothers.”

“Well Larry, let's say that's true. Hunter is already nervous around you because you spend so much time trying to look up her dress.”

“Fuck me, man, she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, so yes I look.” he gave me a sideways glance “And I have seen you giving Connie the eye more than once.”

“Yes you're right, I have looked, but I haven’t made myself into a letch to do it.”

~

My phone buzzed with a text.

Hunter, “Are you back at work yet?”

Me, “Yes. Honey I didn’t know!”

Hunter, “Is this something we need to talk about?”

Me, “I don’t know..no.. maybe. How do you feel about it?”

Hunter, “I’m not sure either. You becoming a partner is a big deal.”

Me, “What did Connie say after we left

Hunter, “ : (  How did you know we talked?”

Me, “I saw her pull up behind your jeep as we were pulling out.”

Hunter, “She is pissed. She doesn’t think he would want us to have sex but she was sure there would be a lot of exposed skin.”

Me, “Well Shit!”

Hunter, “LOL That's my line. Well I have until Saturday...and Mike you can always say no.”

~

Thursday

10:08am

Forward to Mike King

From Hunter King

From Larry Anderson

To Hunter King

Subject The Garden Party

Have you made up your mind Hunter? Are you and Mike coming?”

Larry

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To Larry Anderson

From Hunter King

Subject Garden Party

Yes we will be there and I’m going shopping. Mike will turn in any and all receipts for my purchase.

Also Larry I am not going to walk around these men and their wives with my ass hanging out, but you will enjoy it.

Hunter

----------------

To Hunter King

From Mike King

Subject Clothes Shopping

Then I see you have made up your mind about doing this.

That's alright, if that's what you want.

But I have the final vote on what you do or don’t wear. 

What if he wants you to go, let's say to the poker party, but without me?

 We have not talked about that.”

XXX

To Mike King

From Hunter King

Subject Without You

I didn’t really think of him asking me to go someplace without you. How would that work? He would be there with Connie, wouldn’t he?

And If I did somehow go out without you, I wouldn't have to stay. I like that you can always say no. And think you can become a PARTNER.

X

---------------------

To Hunter King

From Mike King

Subject Partner

Hunter...NO a 1000 TIMES NO!

I do NOT want you to do any of this for me. That's not the way to do that.

AND I STILL PROMISE ON OUR LOVE

I had no idea about any of this and would rather you not do any of it.

XX ; (

~

It was noon on Saturday when Hunter came out of the bathroom. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She was in a black dress that had an empire waist and was mid-calf in length. The skirt was full and loosely flirty as it swished around her legs. The bodies of the dress had a high collar and she wore a jacket over it. I smiled at her, “You're even more beautiful than the first time I saw you.”

She smiled at me “You're sweet and I love you.” She pointed to the back door “Come out onto the patio so you can say yes or no to this dress.” I followed her to the door and about fell over as she stepped out into the light. Everytime she moved anywhere the material of her dress touched her skin the sunlight made it become very see-through but in only that spot. One second it was just like any normal dress and then you were seeing her leg up to her hip or her full butt. She smiled at the look on my face as she took off the jacket. She turned to look at me with her back to the light. It was normal but her nipples were predominantly hard. Then she turned into the sun and the top became completely see-through showing her breasts resting in a half-cup shelf bra. She walked out onto the deck then back smiling at me “It had a separate liner that I left off. So what do you think? Is it too much?”

“Well if you pay no mind to it acting innocent it will look like you didn’t know what the sunlight was doing to it.” I shrugged “For me, well I’d like to take you out to dinner in it so I guess it's ok for this garden party.”

We were of course early. Not because Larry had asked but because Hunter had wanted to help Connie set things up and I think they were both a little jittery over being so exposed. Connie was in a crimson floor-length summer dress that didn’t show it until she moved but it was slit up one side to her hip. It also showed, if she moved just right, her very tiny thong panties front panel. I watched Larry looking at Hunter with hungry eyes as she moved around putting things out on the patio table.

Soon enough the Cole Brothers arrived with their wives and again I watched as now all 3 men were taking in Hunter’s dress especially after she took off her jacket letting her breast with their hard nipples be seen. Both Connie and Hunter had relaxed after a time and the afternoon was a success.

~

I was sitting in the shade on a low chair up on the deck and the table Larry sat at was half-hidden behind a counter that had been set up to hold the buffet. It was just after the Brothers had left and the girls were cleaning up. I’m sure that he didn’t know I had a clear view of the table and the patio counter because I was setting it so low.

Connie was in the kitchen with her back to the patio and was talking to me through the open patio door as Hunter walked past me with a tray she was using to carry things back into the kitchen. She stepped up next to Larry, setting the tray down and I saw it as she suddenly went stiff. She quickly looked at me and half-smiled. I’m sure that like Larry she didn’t know I was watching it as he put his hand on her calf and ran it up the smooth skin of the inside of her leg. I saw the first stiffness of her body go away and much to my surprise she shifted opening her thighs as the hand continued up. I knew when she looked at me again his hand was at the very least touching her sex if not more. I tilted my head and was frowning when she looked at me again, seeing the look on my face she stepped away from Larry. Then with her tray full ran her hand over my cheek as she walked past me going back into the kitchen.

I was hard as stone, I had no idea why Larry touching her had done that to me but I was. I went to her in the kitchen, “Hunter, can you help me for a minute?”

 I took her hand pulling her to the hall bathroom. Pulling her inside as I closed the door and locked it she was smiling. “What are you doing?” I turned her to face the counter as I opened my pants with one hand pushing her back so she was bending forward over the counter. I said nothing as I pulled up the back of her dress as at the same time I was pushing her legs apart with my knee. When I reached in and pulled her thong down I found her soaking wet. “FUCK!” My mind screamed he had touched her! “Oh shit!” She whispered as I pushed into her “Oh god not here!” She was speaking so softly to no one in the house but I could hear her and as I began to drive into her she gasped in an almost hissing sound “Aaaa, AAAA, AAAA As I stabbed myself into her over and over.

I had hardly entered her and she was cumming, “So wet, your so fucking wet!” I whispered in a gruff voice. I watched the reflection of her tits in the mirror as my hands left her hips going to her loosely swaying boobs! She was still in full in her climax, her right hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds of us rutting together. It was hard and fast me pushing the front of her thighs hard against the counter as I let out my own soft moan emptying myself into her. I stayed with her until I slipped out, then stepped back watching as she slowly turned and with a crooked smile pulled her panties back up. She stepped towards me, kissed me softly, then still smiling, opened the door and left. I was still standing with my cock dripping into my pants still down around my knees as I watched her go.

~

Nothing of the afternoon was spoken of as we drove home, but her hand found mine as we walked in the back door of our house. She pulled me to the bedroom stripping as we went, leaving a trail of clothes. I was naked by the time we got to the room and she pushed me back on the bed. Still in her high heels wedge slingback she moved over me taking my manhood in hand, watching my eyes as she guided me into her sheath, setting down on it taking all 9 inches of my manhood into her belly. As she moved slowly, her eyes met mine “Larry touched me. At first I went tense but his thumb slipped under my panties and between my lips so damn fast! He bumped my button and I don’t know, well I do know, I was hot as hell from being looked at all day and I wanted it.” I felt it as her insides began to tremble and she gasped “HUH!’ And a small trimmer of a climax ran through her. “I saw you looking. Ohhh shit!” Her hands went to my chest covering my breasts as she leaned forward giving her button more contact with my pubic mound. “Umm...did you know?” Her eyes closed “Huh, Humm. You did, didn't you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh godddd!” Now she was grinding into me “You saw..umm HUH!”

“Yes.”

She was moving on me now, pumping me into her while trying to keep me as deeply into her as I have ever been “The baaa bathroom!”

“Yes!” My hands went to her hips lifting her as I began to thrust up!

 “Oh god yes Mike fuck me..cum in meee!”

~

Later we showered together, had a light snack and then went to bed nothing more was said as I think we both needed to figure out what was going on. The next day was Sunday and we lay in bed touching, loving, laughing and being a newly married couple. Neither of us brought up the day before. We were just us and very much in love.

~

 It was Tuesday when I got her text

Hunter, “Sometimes it’s easier to talk this way, don’t you think?””

Me, “Yes it can be.”

Hunter, “I know it excited you to see him touch me..is that something you want? To see me with another man”

Me, “No it isn’t. It happened, we both thought it was hot..but no never again.”

Hunter, “Good, you and me ... And we are ok?”

Me, “Yes my love we are fine.”

~

It was on Monday a week later that I got an email from Hunter

Forward to Mike King

9:55 am

To Hunter King

From Larry Anderson

Subject Poker Party

Good morning Hunter!

Thanks for coming to the garden party. It was a great success with the Brothers and so

I am having a poker party this coming Saturday. I know we talked about it before but I am double-checking to see if you will be able to help Connie host it.

It will be Mike, myself, the brothers and their operations manager. It will be at my home in the dining room from 8 pm until they are tired and want to leave. Of course, there will be snacks and drinks. So that's where you and Connie come in, serving and such.

Please let me know...I’m sorry about the hand thing. I was a little drunk.

Larry

10:10 am

To Larry Anderson

From Hunter King

Subject A Little Drunk

Larry, no you weren’t. I know you didn’t have that much to drink. So that also makes me wonder after a couple of hours playing poker just how friendly you or the other men would get. This time I let the hand thing go, but Larry...well it would kill Connie...and I would hate to be you if Mike knew…

 I also would like to know what you would expect me and your beautiful wife to wear?”

Hunter.

~

My cell buzzed with a text from her 

Hunter, “Any thoughts?”

Me, “Let's see what he says next.”

Hunter. “Ok, I’m Hungry. I’ll pick you up at 12:30. You can buy me lunch. (.) (.)”

Me, “No bra? It’s a deal. I’ll be out front.”

~

My next email came not long after.

Forward to Mike King

10:35 am

To Hunter King

From Larry Anderson

Subject Dress

Not without a lot of talking on my part but yes I have talked Connie into wearing a halter or bikini top and dark pantyhose as pants with heels. Panties are optional..but if worn should be a small thong.

Larry

To Larry King

From Hunter King

Subject Touching

Shit, Larry! If you can't keep your hands to yourself after a little wine how do you think it will go with us dressed like that and a few hours of drinking with your card’s?

And then there is the fact that if the Brother sees you touch, let's say your wife, you know they will want to touch as well. And of course, the turd in the soup is my Mike will be there. Do you think he will sit by and let other men manhandle his wife?”

I’m going to have to think about your request about how I would dress.

Hunter

~

Hunter was sitting at the door in her Red Mustang GT 500. She paid for it and liked to go fast so I had said nothing when she bought it. I hated riding it and she knew it. My eyes went to her exposed thighs and her dress pulled up to her hips. She had on a tan Maxi dress that when she stood I knew would be floor length. It was sleeveless with the shoulders having narrow straps holding the form-fitting dress up.

Her makeup was perfect and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She smiled up at me standing on the sidewalk “Hey MR want a ride?”

15 minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of Torchy's Tacos on South Congress in Austin. I knew what she wanted and without a word, or kiss hello, walked over to place our order. There was a small line at the outside eatery and as I stood in line I watched her walking. It was very clear she was braless and by the way her dress clung to her hips as she moved. I also knew she wasn’t wearing any panties. Seeing me watching her she smiled as she sat down.

Walking over after placing our order I bent to kiss her and she turned her cheek to my lips making me aske, “What?”

“There are somethings I need to say and if I let you kiss me I’ll lose my thoughts.” She pointed to the bench across the table from her and I sat. “Mike, you know that for a year before I met you I hadn't dated anyone and now we have been together as a couple for almost 3 years. So in 4 years no one has seen or touched me in any way except you, that is until last Saturday. Babe I need to be very, very clear to you about this, and I know that you know it, but it has to be said by me.” She shook her head, “I have not asked for or started any of this and I will not lose my marriage so Larry can grow his fucking company.” Our food came and then she went on “Honey I know how much this means to the company, and I know how hard you have worked to get where you are. I just don’t know how far you want me to let this go.” She stood up and did the whole model thing waving her hand up and down her body “I freely gave this to you when I said I do, I did and I have and will continue to do so, but I need for you to tell me what you want me to do. Mike I really don’t mind the showing off part. It’s the whole other man touching me that has me all worked up and bothered.” Her hand came to mine as she sat back down “Babe I’m scared of myself. Hell man you felt how wet I was after Larry just barely touched me and when you took me in the bathroom you felt how close to out of control I was.” She frowned looking at me “What if I...well what if I found I liked them touching me…What if I got all worked up and let one of them take me to the bathroom?”

I was at a loss for words as I looked into her beautiful worried face. “I told you I don’t care about the promotion or any of it. I could quit Larry and go to work tomorrow at a couple of different places. Hunter I don’t want you to feel pushed or forced into doing anything you or we don’t want to do. I, well you know I saw him touching you and you know what it did to me, but that doesn’t mean I want you doing..well screwing other men for the sake of the company making a buck.” I shook my head “If it comes to that he has his own wife to pimp out, but not mine.”

There was a funny smile that came to her face “So you’re saying you don’t want me to help by me fucking your way to the top.”

“That is exactly what I’m saying.”

~

She gave me a sideways look. “You have no idea how exciting it was for me when you simply bent me over in that bathroom and took me.” Her face was bright pink as she went on. “And then when I got home to my husband I don't think he knew that when he put it in me that night, he was putting it in what you left in me.” she grinned at me “I guess that gives you something to think about.”

~

My computer dinged

BCC Mike King

2:10pm

To Larry Anderson

From Hunter King

Subject poker party

After a great deal of thought and talking to my husband I guess I’ll work for your party.

But really only because he and Connie will be there keeping an eye on things.

 Larry, again I am telling you I am not a whore. I will not screw anyone nor do I want to be touched by anyone and that includes you. If I think things are not like I want them I’ll get my husband and leave.

If all of that is clear to you what time do you want, us, there Saturday?

Hunter

2:30 pm

To Hunter King

From Larry Anderson

Subject Touching

Hunter I will make it very clear to the brothers that both you and Connie are just there at my request as eye candy and touching is not allowed.

I’ll be very excited to see what you wear and again if you need to go shopping just have Mike turn in the bills for whatever you get.

I think 7 pm will work. That will be there early enough to help Connie set things up.

Thanks

Larry

~

Over the next few days Hunter was her sweet lovable self. But in my mind I kept playing over the things she had said about going out of control. About how she felt when I had taken her in the bathroom and how willing she had been to let me do it. I wondered about her saying she wondered if her husband had felt me in her as he’d had her that night. And indeed I had, god she was hot and so very wet inside. Now I was thinking that she might like to try another guy and come home to me all creamy after she'd had another man.

I sent her a text

“Hunter, come pick me up. I’ll be waiting by the door.”

“You ok?”

“No.”

~

It was close to noon when she rolled up and I could see the concern in her eyes. “Mike what’s wrong? Are you hurt or something?”

“Or something. Let's run through In and Out then take the burgers to the park.”

I gave her an appraising look. Seeing this she blushed. She was in cutoffs and a t-shirt with flip flops, no makeup, and her hair had just been brushed. “Sorry I thought you were sick or something so I hurried and didn’t dress any better.”

“You’re fine.” I found I was a little angry, “And you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Once we were in the park and Hunter had pulled in under a big old Texas Oak and we both pushed our car doors open. We were sitting in the car eating. “Alright MR, what is the something that's got you so upset about it?”

I tried to smile but couldn’t “It’s what you said about me fucking you in the bathroom. More to the point it was about your husband not knowing he was getting sloppy seconds.”

Her mouth was half full of Monster burger and she held up her hand stopping me “Um…” She swallowed “Is this you and me here in this car or is it me and the guy in the bathroom, you know my husband?”

“I guess it’s you and me with me wanting to find out about you wanting the guy in the bathroom and the poor husband not knowing what he was sticking his dick into.”

“Oh ok, I see...Well.. you are my husband and the only man in the world I want to cum in me, to make my babies. Mike for this to work, me wearing next to nothing and doing the poker game, and then the pool party” She frowned “For me to make it work in my head it has to be like a fantasy. Of course, you are the guy in the bathroom, you're the bad guy that is making me go so scantily dressed and do these things in public. Your that guy that has set this all up and I’m under your power and have to do your bidding.” She took a bite “And if that means I get bent over and have that guy fuck the shit out of me then that's the way it works. As for my poor husband, he has no idea that I am doing these things. I am doing all of these perverse things for him to help him. I have to do it so he can keep his job.” She smiled a little sadly “Mike if it’s me and you I’ll walk down any street in the world as naked as naked can be if you ask me to. But babe it’s not you asking this of me, if it’s Larry asking.  Mike, I can't go half-naked like this for him.” She hitched one shoulder, So I make-believe.``

“Well then fuck it Hunter we don’t have to do this. I’ll tell him when we get back that you’re not doing it.”

She chuckled, “There's my husband, the man I love.” She leaned over to kiss my cheek.

“But no, not yet. Let’s let this Saturday play out. You’re going to be there and I know you won’t let things in real life get out of hand. But I might enjoy seeing my fantasy friend.”

It all kind of came together in my head. “Alright then we need to know who we are dealing with.”

She turned in her car seat, put her feet out and stood up next to the car. Walking around in front she held out her hand and said “Come and walk with me, Charles.”

Now I was smiling “Do you have to get back to work Cass?”

“No, I'm self-employed and my husband won’t be home for hours.”

~

Saturday

 Hunter and I decided to go in separate vehicles, her in her car and me in my truck. If we were going to live the night in fantasy we may as well go all in. I had left the house early not wanting to spoil seeing her, however she was dressed for the first time around the other men.

I got to Anderson’s house at 7:45 Just late enough to have things already going on but not too late to have missed anything much. 

Hunter was just walking in from the game room and when I saw what she was almost wearing I was floored. I knew she saw me but she acted as though she hadn’t.

Her hair was kind of spiked up and she wore a black lace mask that covered her face from the top of her upper lip up over her nose covering her forehead to her hairline giving her the air of anonymity and I liked it. But my god it was what she was wearing that took my breath!

 It was a sleeveless high collared black bodysuit that matched her mask. It was high cut going well up over her hips with a narrow panel not hardly covering her closely trimmed pubic mound and where it ran between her legs it did nothing to cover her pussy lips. When she had turned walking away into the kitchen I saw the thong back had her bottom completely exposed as the thin thong ran between her butt cheeks slipping out from between them at the top of her ass crack. I let my eyes run down the back of her shapely bare legs seeing that she was wearing 3” wedge style black slingback heels.

It was completely sheer and very see-through. “Fuck me.” I whispered as I was screaming in my mind “NO THEY CAN'T SEE HER LIKE THAT!” I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, my hands trembling as I walked through to the game room.

My eyes were drawn to Connie who was wearing the same bodysuit mask and heels and I had to admit she looked damn good. “Glad you made it.” It was Larry standing at my arm.

I turned glaring at him as I spoke very softly “Larry this is bullshit and you know it. We could have hired a couple of girls to do this.” I shook my head “How humiliating will it be for our wives to have to be around them in a public setting and with their wives?” Now I was watching Hunter as she walked around the poker table making sure everyone had plenty to drink. I hated how the 2 brothers looked at her. It was just then their construction supervisor laughed running his hand over Connie's ass. “And you’re just going to stand there and let him touch her?”

I guess my voice came up because everyone in the room was looking at me “Is the fucking money worth putting your wife through this? It sure as fuck isn’t worth it to me! I love my wife too much to let this go on!”

I looked at her half-smiling face as she stood on the other side of the poker table. “Hunter come here babe.” It only took seconds and she was in front of me “Did you wear a cover-up?”

“Yes sir.”

“Go get it, I’m leaving and so are you.”

~

I was stone hard as I pulled us into the parking lot at the park. Hunter had not said a word to me as we drove the 10 minutes and when I got out I walked to her side of the truck. I took her hand pulling her out. Now standing in the parking lot under the street light I saw we were about 200 feet from a picnic table. She had slipped on a Sarong and now I held my hand out “Give me your Sarong.” Looking into my eyes she didn’t hesitate or untie it, she simply pulled the knotted end over her head and placed it in my hand. Who are you?”

“I’m Hunter King and your wife, very much your wife.”

“Walk with me.” And totally exposed as she was she walked over to the picnic table staying a couple of steps ahead of me letting me watch her ass as it moved. “I have never seen you look more beautiful or as exciting as you look right now.” I sat on the bench leaning back on the table top looking at her “Walk for me.” 

Still, with her face half-hidden under her mask, she smiled putting her hands on her hips. She started walking, strutting around posing this way and that in the soft light of the park’s street lamps. “Hunter, come stand right here.” She did as I asked, stopping a couple of feet in front of me “Take the body suit off and hand it to me.” I saw her eyes kind of dart around but she once again was doing as I asked, unsnapping the crotch then the snaps in her collar. Looking at me as she was pulling the black cloth up and as her breasts came into view I waved my hand at her “That, what you're showing me and anyone looking is mine,” The thin cloth was on the ground and she stepped out of it then bent picked it up, she handed it to me. She was standing with her feet about shoulder length apart as I went on. “I have found that I love showing you off. I am so hard right now it hurts. But Hunter I owe you an apology for tonight and while I am going to have you doing things like this for the rest of your life, it’s going to be for me, you husband or Charles your lover. It's going to be because I asked you to do it. Not because my boss or someone I thought was my friend wants to see you naked.” I saw a car’s lights and handed her the white silk sarong watching as she slipped it on. I found myself smiling that it was not sheer in the park light but it was almost. “Can you forgive me?”

She watched the car draw closer as the Sarong fell in place with the open slit in front. She pulled it open holding it that way with her hands on her hips and her back to the parked car. “You didn’t make me do anything. I went there of my own free will and I wore what I wanted to be seen in, so Mike you owe me no apology.” We both heard the voices of a man and woman and she let the thin cloth fall closed “Your right this does belong to you in every way and either Cass or I will be delighted to show what’s yours in any way you desire. I think this has been good for us. I see more into your mind and you have learned some things about me. I think we should keep telling each other things as we have in the last few weeks and if it's something we both are willing to try then we should do it.”

~

That Monday I had made a few phone calls and would be starting with a new company making more money with a better benefit package and bonus structure in 2 weeks. I had called ahead and told Larry's secretary to have my final check ready and I would pick it up later in the week. When I asked she had told me Larry had not been in.

Tuesday I had just come in from a long bicycle ride to find Hunter texting. She looked up at me wearing nothing but a smile “That was Connie. She wants us to meet her out at the Lake Austin house.” She gave me a sideways look “I didn’t know about a lake house.”

“It was hers before they were married. I think it’s kind of her getaway place.” I grinned at her “Want to shower with me?”

“Is a shower what you really want?” She smiled getting up.

“No.” And when I pushed her to the couch bending her forward over the back I found her wet and willing as I pushed and took her hard right there in the living room. She was gasping as I pumped myself into her, I was getting close, “Stop baby and she pulled away dropping to her knees. She smiled, fuck me as she looked up at me as she took my cock wet with her juices in her mouth. I pushed in deep and her eyes never left ming as I did just what she ask for and fucked my self into her face. Then it was coming, “Oh god yes Hunter,” She pushed in so her nose was pushing in on my pubic mound as I emptied my self rope after hot rope blasting down her throat and into her belly. Gasping for air she pulled back as the last of my load filled her mouth. Still looking up at me she smiled as my seed mixed with spit ran down her chin oto her breasts and I asked,. “Are you ok?”

 Hunter grinned, “Oh hell yes.”

~

We pulled up at Connie's lake house just a little after noon. She half-smiled as she opened the front door wearing an almost floor-length kaftan. “Hi. Thank you so much for coming. I know what a pain in the ass it is to get out here.” She waved us in then stepped in front of us. “I have some cold cuts and other stuff so we can eat while we talk.” She led us through the modernly styled home to the kitchen that had all of the bells, buttons and whistles you could dream of with a beautiful view of the lake. She pointed to the food on the kitchen island and then the table. “Please set.”

I had not eaten after my bike ride and my sugar was low so I moved to the food as Hunter sat. Connie got us both a Coke Zero then set herself. They talked about the house as I fixed my sandwich and then went to sit as well.

Now she half-smiled but it was not a happy look. I saw a tear run down her cheek as she looked at me “Connie what on earth is it?” Hunter asked.

“I have been married to Larry for 25yrs and I knew he had his..” She kind of sobbed.

“I left him.” she shook her head, “I just needed to talk to someone and I really only know I can trust the two of you.” She looked at her trembling hands “Larry was hurt when he was a boy. He has a blocked something with a name too long to remember, but what it means is he can’t get an erection.” She looked at Hunter “I knew about it when we married but there are so many other ways to have sex and he can climax he just can’t get hard.” She gesture with her hand as she talked. “So as time went on in our life he felt I might need or enjoy the touch of a man, well you know, in me. He, we had started well, we would go out from time to time and I’d pick up someone.

He would almost always watch,” She looked at us “And to be honest I did enjoy getting a good screwing. But Saturday after the two of you left..” She paused, taking a napkin and wiping her eyes. “He was like a man I never knew. He grabbed me pulling me to the poker table and as he pushed me over on it he ripped the crotch out of the body suit.” She ran her hand through her hair as she looked out the window at the water below “For the next few hours they took turns with me. They each had me in every way you can think of at least 3 times and then I kind of lost count.” She shook her head “I was not hurt. But as they did the things they did pumping their stuff in me he just sat smiling and watching, saying nothing as they did it to me. When they were finished and left I went to shower washing the filth off of me and when I came out it was to find him sitting on the bed grinning at me “How was that Babe? Did you enjoy that little gang bang? I’m sorry Hunter left. I know they all wanted a turn with her as well.” She looked at me “I keep a bat next to the bedroom door and hit him with it. It didn’t kill him, but it was the last time I saw him.” She shrugged. “In my mind, not being able to have normal sex pushed him into the other night. But I won’t be going back to him.” She had a sad half-smile. “I’m so glad you took Hunter away. I think they might have hurt you to get at her.” She started to cry. “I thought I knew him…

~

After calming back down Connie had told us she was moving back to Scottsdale Arizona to be closer to her family. She smiled “I know you're renting your place and was wondering if you would be interested in buying this place?”

Hunter perked right up looking at me “Oh yes, it’s beautiful but there is no way we can afford it.”

“I don’t want Larry to screw this up in the divorce and force me to sell it publicly to just anybody.” She looked from hunter to me “So I’ll make you a deal. I’ll sell this place to you for $5000.00 giving you a clear deed and bill of sale. But in the future, if you decide to sell you have to call me and give me the first offer.��

We moved in 2 weeks later.

We never saw or heard from Larry again, and the new company I had gone to work for was amazing, both at how they did things but also in how they treated their employees, and not one of them tried to get in Hunter’s pants.

~

Some time passed and Hunter now had 2 cell phones, hers and one that belonged to Cass.

My cell buzzed with a text.

Cass, “Hey babe. I told Mike I had a girl’s night. Want to play?”

Me, “What did you have in mind?”

Cass, “idk as long as at some point you are in me. Let's meet in the park below the Dam on Lake Travis. Do you know the one?”.

Me, “Yes. what time.”

Cass, “6 pm”

Me, “KK”

~

Cass was already there and I pulled up next to her Mustang. As I opened my Truck door she got out wearing a t-shirt dress that was just above mid-thigh in length and fit her body like a glove.

 Our normal Cass and Charles dates for the most part lasted a few hours with me always leaving first and her getting home a little after me

This evening she was a little out of breath when she came to me. She didn’t even look around to see if anyone was looking as she started undoing my pants. “Mike isn’t going to be as late as I thought so we have to hurry.” My pants opened and she dropped to her knees. I saw as her t-shirt pulled up that it was all she had on and as her mouth caressed me her fingers found her wet opening.

Once she had me up good and hard she stood smiling “This is all I have been able to think about all day!” She stepped behind me and bent into the open truck door resting her chest on the seat, that's when I saw the butt plug. She had never done anything with me back there. “I just want you in me!”

She was right, she had been ready and she began to climax as I pushed into her. She came twice before I emptied myself into her sheath. Pushed deeply into her I was holding her by the hips as we caught our breath and I slowly shrank slipping out of her. Cass turned in my arms, kissing me deeply. “Sorry, this has to be a quickly.”

I smiled, 

“At least I got to see you.”

She kissed me again, “I have to go so I don’t get into trouble.” She kissed me again then ran around her car calling out “Text me.” As she closed her car door.

~

As always when Cass and Charles met up it was a good 20 minutes before I got home giving her time to do whatever she might have up her sleeve for next. That night she was standing in the kitchen as naked as the day she was born and wearing that black mask. “Damn man I didn’t think you were ever going to get home. “Oh Mike, my day has been so crazy, and all I have been able to think about is making love to you.” She took my hand pulling me into the bedroom where she undressed me.

10 minutes later I was buried deep in her tummy “Hunter why are you so wet tonight?”

Knowing she was giving me sloppy seconds she just moaned “I was thinking of you.”

[wild-houseplant]

romanticism asks - 17 for Rhodri 🥙🥤

ICY my friend my cool permafrost bean!! I was turning this thing over in my head like French toast longer than the authorities usually allow :o It's funny because it really hammered home how your average Warden is probably not getting a chance to show who they are most of the time because of the circumstances they're in. Just... damn! You give me falafel food AND you give me food for thought! Legend.

The question was: What sort of role do they take on in relationships, either familial, romantic or platonic. i.e. are they a defender, protector, nurturer, etc.

I'm going to divide this into levels of authority, because this is essentially what dictates the role she takes with anyone. Under the cut because I have once again written a lot x)

I realise that most of what I write about Rhodri basically portrays her with the mindset of a patriarch with embarrassingly chivalrous manners-- and to be fair that's her with anyone who she could have some sway over power-wise, which is a lot of people. Provide, protect, defend honour, hold open the door for and pour drinks for-- all that stuff we'd relegate to one of those bygone eras where women didn't have the votes and used fainting couches for the purpose their namesake would suggest. People in this category include every relative who's not a Magister, any employees or assistants, people she's charged with looking after (students, children). Anyone who can't fully care for themselves- kids etc., she'll tend to step into a surrogate parenting/older sibling role almost immediately. Especially since your average Circle kid doesn't have family and they're starved for affection and warmth. The harsh environment bred a sort of urgency in her to act in loco parentis effectively after laying eyes on any newcomer before the Templars could make them feel marooned.

For people with similar authority to her (mostly friends and peers), she is much less fixated on doing many of those things above, namely because there's no privilege gap to bridge over, and they don't rely on her for anything. Still more the dominant, giving-type, but markedly less so. With these people, she's blunt about everything. What she wants, how she's feeling... compared to the average Northerner, she's not much of a complainer, but she'll put in a lot of Tevinter groaning and throwing-her-hands-in-the-air if something is on her mind. She expects the same from the other party. It’s a very quid-pro-quo relationship, and often far more affectionate than I’ve made it out to be here. Tends to be more physical on the whole, too. She never grew out of holding hands, so if she's walking with a friend, or even just an acquaintance, she might just take their hand without even noticing. Also a fiend for coming up behind someone and putting a head on their shoulder when they're busy and she wants attention. If she's not pulling someone onto her lap (assuming they haven't already simply availed themselves of it- it's public property at this stage), then she's crawling into someone else's lap. She's also... a lot more flirty? Only if they'll let her be, of course, but assuming it's permitted, those touches will linger. Her idea of flirting is paying a sincere compliment and then rounding it off with an assertion that said complimented quality is unbearably attractive. Winking is a common occurrence (in case you weren't sure she was flirting- she likes to be thorough, god bless her), and her voice will dip into the lower, softer registers if she's feeling very confident.

And for people with MORE authority than her she is. Well. In Tevinter, she'll behave much better there because the Magisters know each other and the worst possible outcome is an offended Vint sending thugs after her family. Non-Vint nobles are of less concern to her, barring perhaps some Orlesians and Antivans (the latter only for Zevran's sake). The rest can fuck off. If they're nice, though, she'll play along and happily do the whole 'kiss their hand and may the Maker bless thy radiant, ample bosom' gig. Politely distanced, ask for nothing, do as told. Too easy. The sole exceptions to this are her father and grandmother. Tata and Avia. They are required by their very own laws to put up with her shit, because she's not allowed to be like this with anyone else. Rhodri's younger twin siblings, Mazarin and Evander, are dramatic as all-get-out, and Rhodri ended up learning a little of that from them, as Aurelio and Revka found it incredibly funny (and so did she!). Make Tata laugh, be a silly sausage all the while. What's not to love? Except for the fact that now three kids are doing it. So with Dad and Grandma, Rhodri asks for ALL the affection, ALL the walks, ALL the readings (even if she could read the book perfectly well on her own). A lot of ice cream, too. "Tata. Tata. Ta-taaaaaaaaaaaaaha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaa." "Sic, Severissimus, I heard you the first time you said my name. What is it, my little love?" "Tata, I need you to read me pages four to seven of my precious stones book, please. With the excited voice." "Mmm? I have a little work to do before I can read to you. Go to bed and wait for me." "Tata. Indulgentis. My childhood is running out--" "Severin, you are six years old--" Rhodri claps an agonised hand to her cheek, the ubiquitous Tevinter woe-is-me gesture. "I am so old already Tata, I am passing away right now--" "Aeya-a-a-a-a... no hope of Tata finishing his work, then, is it?" With a defeated, if slightly amused sigh, Aurelio takes the book in one hand, uses the other hand to hold the ancient child in the underarm hold, and trudges out of the office. Grandma doesn't have it any better. In fact, she gets it from her son AND from her grandkid. Gotta love that familial hierarchy.

#This was so much fun to ponder IceMeister!! Thank you so much for the ask :D :D :D :D #Now I want to see if I can cram a little more Tevinter dramatics into the regular fic bc honestly. Fun to write. #Plus Zevran can't be the only one to get up to Northerner theatricsf #you're a genius icy #Rhodri Amell #Askin' games

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Lady Of The Baths P1

MOVIE THE LAST LEGION  COUPLE ROMULUS X READER RATING: SMUT

I sat as I often did on the throne listening to the advisors going on and on about... I don't even know. I had given up listening, it was far too hot to listen. I had a maid girl on either side of me fanning me, my clothes down to the absolute minimum I could wear, but still, I was melting. It would have been nice for one of my advisors to tell me when I said 'I want to renovate and have the Palace of Capri as my primary home' Would have been fucking nice if they told me how hot it gets! even the roman guards had layers of sweat across their faces, the red and gold fabrics on the collums and windows not even moving the air was so still. ehhhhh I'm so hot. I want to rest. at last, he finally shut the hell up so I went out onto the porch standing there in the hope of getting some of the sweet sea breezes but nothing. not even a whistle through the air. I sighed grabbing one of the fans from the maid girls who had followed me out here and fanning myself much faster and firmer.

"Good afternoon My Emporer" An advisor smiled as he followed me out

"what?" I asked leaning on the wall still fanning myself

"some of the men and some of the maids are asking if they can be allowed to take the day"

"take the day?"

"yes, you see many of the maids, guards and other palace staff feel that well today is simply impossible to work in this heat, they have asked nicely if perhaps this afternoon they make take the day to go to the baths, even take swims in the sea your grace?" he asks

"Yes of course, not a problem" I nodded "everyone is permitted to take the day enjoy the baths and the sea. In fact I likely will myself"

"Thank you" He nods

"Yes, I myself will be in the royal baths, I do not want to be disturbed," I told him "Under any circumstances" I warned

"Absolutely your grace" He nods

"Thank you" I nodded, I hurried down the various levels of Capri until I reached the royal baths I bowed to the maids and guards who had followed me all the way down here so they all headed away but one guard "I'll be fine Autaulis, its a bath"

begrudgingly he left, so I headed inside making sure to lock the door behind me.

The room was as beautiful as always, we had completely renovated the royal baths even if some things had been updated for myself.

it was a large room of course, with three pools one round centre pool that had flowers floating on top of the water this pool was often hot and had more speciality things like roses, salts, and other such things, surrounded by six pillars with only one gap between the six big enough for anyone so it was used as the entrance and exit, with a statue across from the entrance an old statue one of the ones we found when renovating not sure who it was but she was a very beautiful woman with the water for the pool flowing from her vase she was pouring, around that centre pool was the other warm pool this one large with lots of space to swim and wash the waterfall at the end of the room-filling this pool even if it had a few smaller taps around its edge to flow in smaller streams of colder water to keep the water not hot but sweetly warm, the floor a sweet mosaic of the ocean with blues and greys even fish and octopus' below the flowing water, One long thin pool to the side barely big enough for two people with the sweet fresh cold water one large tap filled this pool, candles lit around the place the only source of light down here making the sweet candle lights flicker dance across the room even with the water relflections, the sweet moasic roof of the stars and consitialtions gone with gold and silver lines and shapes so they sparkled in the sweet light, the walls all beautiful stone with flowers and other sweet shapes carved in, the sweet sounds of water trickling from the various falls, of it moving in the baths, the cracking of the candles, the sweet smell of the fresh warm water, steam misting the tops of the two hot baths, and the sweet sultry sound of harp strings being gently plucked. I glanced to the bells at the doorway so I gave them a gentle flick causing them to sweetly ring,  as they did the harp strings stopped.

I looked over to the other side just before the edge of the bath where sat an even more beautiful sight than the baths themselves. A table with a few items such as grapes and little sweet tarts, and jugs of wine, along with towels of all various sizes rolled up sitting in waiting for use, a few trays and small cushions where the fabric had been treated with wax to especially waterproof them, and a harp that sat still gently being plucked by the sweetest most delicate of fingers. Holding the harp was the lady herself, a beautiful girl from the local town hired for the palace as the 'maid of the baths' or Lady of the baths as I called her, her job was to keep the baths warm, clean, and of course private to stop staff and other people sneaking into my royal baths, easily a maid, caretaker and guard of this fine beautiful room. she was of course a maid, a simple peasant girl, but you could say she knows more of me than anyone else, she knew my secrets, my real feelings, and of course my body more than anyone, she was more than a simple palace maid girl to me, she was the lady of this fine room, like a goddess of my relaxation my own cute little bath nymph or Naiad, there were not many times she ever left this room, doing her important work at all times, she was far more than just some maid, just my bath girl, she was my lady of the baths and I had made no secret of my... attraction to her, she sat on the stone floor harp in hand, barefoot, her smooth legs glistening where she had clearly been in the baths today her curved ass so perfectly sat against the stone her little hips so sweetly sat exposing her beautiful curves, the harp snuggled close to her preventing me from seeing everything I wanted to, her arms bare woking so slowly pluck the strings, her hair up in the vastly complex braids so it wouldn't get wet.

"It is a pleasure Your grace" she cooed batting those sweet Y/eye colour/ eyes at me running her nose against her harps curves

"My lady" I bowed "it is always a pleasure to be within your presence"

"What pray tell is your purpose here?" she asked

"To cool the heat of the day, relax from my work" I explained "and to see you, my lady"

"I see" she smiled putting her harp down and coming over, I did my best not to stare biting my lip a little looking at that perfect body, she looked even better than the sculptures, her mound as sweet and inviting as possible, her breasts hung naturally and perfectly not to big or too small well a little bigger than the average lady but I liked it, they slight bounced when she walks but so did her ass always gently jiggling with each step, her chain around her neck gold as of course as my bath maid she was in my personal service so like my all my maids she had a golden chain around her neck small much like jewellery than an actual chain much smaller than the chunky silver chains the other staff wear, those voluptuous lips curved into a smile as she came close "The usual then your grace?"

"If it pleases my lady"

"it will" she smiled, she began first as she always does taking my hand and leading me over to the side by the cold pool, I sat on the stone and she smiled as she knelt on the floor she was soft and gentle untieing my shoes completely slipping them by the side, she helped me up and softly worked on getting my belt off, I smirked watching her as she worked, she pulled my clothes off leaving me naked. "cold first"

"You don't have to tell me twice my lady" I nodded

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