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bimbobaggins69 · 9 months

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first time for everything…

virgin eddie munson x experienced best friend reader

summary: Eddie has been in love with you since middle school. But he’d never admit it, no way, he’d never ruin what you two have… once he turns 18 he’s unwillingly drafted into the war while you go off to college in New York. Once the war is over Eddie is sent back to his mundane life in Hawkins and you move back when your grandmother gets sick. As fate has it, you and Eddie find your way back to each other.

warnings: smut ahead, mdni 18+, angst, late 60s—mid 70s au, fem reader, no y/n, pet names (princess, sweetheart etc.), mentions of slut shaming, reader is looking for love in all the wrong places, jealous!eddie, mentions of war, mentions of dying, Eddie has ptsd, mentions of a loved one having only months to live, loss of a family member, loss of virginity, unprotected p in v sex, cream pie, fluff fluff fluff.

authors note: thank you so much to the nonnie that requested this, I’m sure it’s so different from what you had in mind but I got very inspired after watching Forrest Gump. (this has a happy ending) Also, the timeline here vs the actual Vietnam war barely coincide… so ignore that please. Thank you to my loves @take-everything-you-can & @corrodedcorpses for beta reading! <3

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1966

“Hey, what are you doing sitting over here all alone?” A boyish voice calls out from behind where you’re seated; up against an old oak tree with just enough shade to allow you to read the words in your book.

Middle school was rough and you kept to yourself, being the new kid and all. Making friends in Bumsville, Indiana turns out was way harder than making friends in Phoenix. This town was far too small and with the way you’d dress and carry yourself, well… that was clarification enough that you didn’t belong. But that was okay, you didn’t want to belong in a place like this, anyway.

“Just reading.” Your small bashful voice is such a stark contrast to how you are at home, in a place of comfortability.

“Yeah, I see that… whatcha reading?” The mystery voice now no longer a mystery as he steps out from behind the tree, his worn and tattered converse step closer, causing you to look up, meeting a familiar set of brown doe eyes.

He wasn’t in your class but you had seen him a bunch, throughout the halls and at lunch.

He seemed to be the only interesting person in this hick town.

You pick your pink book up, allowing him to read the title, which he does out loud to himself.

“Valley of the dolls.” He says curiously. “What’s that about?”

The book looked far too girly for his taste, but as long as it gave him more reason to stand here and talk to you, he’d indulge.

“Wait, let me guess… something about dolls?” He smirks, while taking a seat on the fluffy grass, beside you.

“No actually, it’s about three best friends who live in New York, they’re struggling to get by so they decide to make their mark in show business, but shit just kind of spirals for them and well it’s not a very happy ending.” You fix your bookmark in place before closing it and placing it into your backpack.

“Oh, also ‘dolls’ is just another word for drugs.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders.

Eddie stays silent for a moment, before he looks over to you, hands nervously picking at the grass below him.

“Mmm, sounds interesting… guess it’s true what they say, not to judge a book by its cover.” He says with a shy smile.

1968

“Would you scoot over!” You screech, while shoving your elbow into the frizzy haired boy, practically sitting in your lap.

You and Eddie had been inseparable best friends, since that very interaction under the big oak tree. You were both immediately drawn to each other like a moth to a flame. He agreed, you seemed to be the only interesting thing in this hick town.

“It’s my couch, woman!” He screeches back, playfully pushing your head out of the way.

“Fine, I’ll just sit on the floor.” you scoff before scooting your butt down from the couch, plopping onto the scratchy brown carpet. You roll your eyes when Eddie decides to dramatically fling himself across the whole couch, as if he’s been waiting for you to move your ass this whole time, the jerk.

“Hey, did I tell you Billy asked me to go to the drive-in with him?” You say as your eyes remain on the television set, hand mindlessly grabbing for the popcorn bowl placed on the coffee table.

You miss the way Eddie visibly swallows, and the way his fists tighten on the material of his jeans.

“Um, no you didn’t.” He mumbles, as his longing eyes burn holes into the back of your head.

“Yeah, well he did.” You take a sip of your Pepsi, washing down the kernels of popcorn stuck to your tongue. “Do you think he’ll wanna go all the way?” You ask Eddie before taking another sip.

His eyes widen into saucers before he begins wiping his clammy palms against his clothed thighs.

You’d never talked about sex with Eddie, maybe about some girls he thought were cute and vice versa, but never sex.

Ahem, he clears his throat before he speaks. “I don’t know, but he’s a guy so I wouldn’t put it past him.” His doe eyes, usually so full of light now droop like one of those precious moments dolls.

He begs the universe for you not to look back at him, he knows as soon as you do you’ll be able to read him like a book.

You’ll know you’re breaking his heart.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m ready though.” You say, before grabbing another handful of buttery popcorn.

“Then you shouldn’t do something you’re not ready for.” Eddie says with a deep breath of relief.

“But I mean, I kind of want to just get it over with, I don’t buy into the bullshit of ‘waiting for the right one’ it’s such horse shit, and is only a thing because of the patriarchy.”

Eddie so badly wants to say: I’m the right one, lose it to me.

But he could never put his heart out there like that, to inevitably be stomped on. He knows you’d never purposely break his heart, but he also knows he’s in love with someone that couldn’t possibly feel the same way for him, and that’s just something he has to live with.

Even if that means sitting on the sidelines while boys come and go. He knows he’ll always be your number one…well until you fall for some douchebag after high school and realize Eddie’s just your friend, and is eventually replaced when you decide to get married and have said douchebags, douchebag offspring.

But he’ll place that in a box in his mind to deal with later.

1970

You lost your virginity to Billy the night he took you to the drive in.

Those feelings of being wanted and loved, although just for that night sent you on a high you thought you’d never come down from.

Your freshman year, you went on lots of dates, slept with lots of undeserving guys and although those feelings never followed you home, you felt as though it was worth it to just feel them if even for 5 minutes.

You were playing a dangerous game, especially in a small town where word of your promiscuity would travel faster than a forest fire.

And although Eddie had begrudgingly heard the rumors in the locker room and in some of his classes, he never looked at you differently, never judged you.

He’d stick up for you every time, although that led to plenty instances of him getting the shit kicked out of him. He already had a target on his back, being the freak and all, but he didn’t care, no one was going to disrespect you, not in his presence, anyway.

His feelings never seemed to fade, his heart still beat for you no matter who you gave yourself to.

Of course Eddie wanted to be your first, but you were right, it is a social construct in order to make women more subservient to men, Eddie was a feminist afterall.

“Aw, did you wait here for me?” You ask as your hands clutch your trapper keeper to your chest.

Eddie was leant up against the brick wall of the school, the right sole of his shoe was flush against it, knee bent as his skin protruded from the hole in his jeans. A lit cigarette dangled from between his lips, a habit he had just picked up from an older boy that lived in the trailer across from him.

“Well duh, now that that asshole you were seeing isn’t driving you anymore, I thought we could walk together.” He mumbles before taking a puff of his spliff.

“You’re so sweet to me.” You smile before snatching the cigarette that now blazed between his ringed fingers, you take a quick inexperienced puff before passing it back.

He smirks while taking one last hit of his cigarette before tossing it to the floor and stomping it out for good measure under his beaten and written on converse. He’s glad the action has given him a chance to get a good look at you as you walk ahead of him, it was his favorite thing to do when you’d both go on mindless strolls.

“You look pretty today.” The compliment slipped so easily from his lips.

You turn around to meet his eye, walking backwards rather uncoordinatedly.

“You look pretty, too.” You say with a wink, before turning back around.

Eddie was none the wiser that day, when your face flushed for him the very first time.

1971

“Eddie! Put me down!” You shriek as you kick and flail, the water from the pool splashing around and creating tiny waves for the other swimmers.

“Never!” He says ironically before throwing you into the far end, his maniacal laugh can be heard from under water.

“You’re such a dick sometimes, Munson.” You say as you swim to the steps, hoisting yourself up and out of the community pool.

You’re in a little red bikini and the way your hips sway has Eddie mesmerized.

You sit on one of the lawn chairs, drying off under the beaming sun.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” Your eyes shoot open, falling on two round pools of honey.

“Um no, not at all.” You say as you give the boy a shy smile.

“I’m Steve.” He says as he takes a seat in the chair closest to you.

“Hi, Steve.” His name felt like sex on your tongue.

Eddie watched from the pool as you and Steve got acquainted, he wanted to punch himself for practically pushing you into the arms of another guy.

He couldn’t sit here and watch you laugh at this asshole's jokes, he had to get out of here.

1972

“Why am I so hard to love?” You cry out, mascara running down your face, as your head is placed in your best friend's lap.

“You’re not hard to love!” He says before tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear, and thumbing a tear off the side of your cheek. “You just keep picking the worst douche canoes available.” He says with a small chuckle.

“I thought Steve was different, he really acted like he cared about me, ya know?” You sniffle as your manicured fingers play with the fringe of Eddie’s jeans.

“Yeah well, those jock assholes will tell you anything to get in your pants.” Eddie says with a tick of his jaw.

“You’re right, I should become celibate or something… I’m just so tired of letting these assholes take from me, without getting anything in return.” You murmur with another sniffle.

Eddie liked that idea, you being celibate.

For your own good, of course.

1973

“Oh my god! Can you believe we’ll be out of this shithole soon?” You eagerly say, as you walk up to your best friend's locker.

The glum look in his eyes does not go unnoticed by you.

“Hey Eddie, what's wrong?” Your eyes examine the slump of his shoulders and the bloodshot red in his eyes, although that could be from him smoking during lunch, but the puffiness underneath tells you otherwise.

He slammed his locker before making his way towards the double door exit, not even stopping to take a second look at your stunned face.

You run after him, launching yourself between Eddie and the door of his van.

“Eddie, talk to me, what happened?” The urgency in your voice makes his eyes begin to water, again.

“I got my draft letter yesterday after school, they’re sending me to fucking Vietnam.” His eyes don’t meet yours, they can’t or it’ll make this all so much worse.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry.” Your lip begins to quiver at the thought of Eddie in a foreign place, getting bombed and shot at. “Ed’s, I-I…” you’re not even sure what to say, how to make him feel better, you couldn’t even if you tried. For the first time since you’ve known him, you were unable to comfort him.

“I gotta go.” He says before smoothly stepping around you and getting into his van, his wheels peel off leaving tire tracks on the tarmac.

You knew Eddie wasn’t mad at you specifically, he was mad at the situation. You and him had talked about running off together and getting out of this podunk town so much it had become a common topic when you two would hang out. You had agreed to get an apartment, you’d go to college while he got a good paying job with his diploma. But that dream quickly went down the drain when he got his draft letter in the mail.

All he wanted was to be with you, wherever you both decided to fuck off to, but now you’d be going alone, and he’d be sent off to a war he could potentially die in.

Class of 73’

“Give it up for the class of 73’!” Principle Higgins shouted into the mic, sat on top of the wooden podium.

You and Eddie's eyes had met a handful of times during the ceremony and every time they did, a lump would form in your throat at the idea of this being it for you two.

Everyone clapped and whistled as you threw your green tasseled hat into the air with Eddie and the rest of your classmates.

You make your way into the crowd of parents and friends ready to congratulate their new graduates.

“Congratulations sweetheart.” Uncle Wayne says, while wrapping you up into a grizzly bear of a hug.

“Thanks Wayne.” You say with a bashful smile. “Where’s eddie?” Your eyes scan the crowd as you look for your favorite curly headed freak.

“Oh he’s around here somewhere.” Wayne softly smiles as he gives your back a small pat. “I'm gonna go talk to Ms. Duvall right over there. I’ll see you later, kid.” He says with one last heartfelt smile.

You nod your head in understanding before you go right back to scanning over the herd of people.

“Hey you.” The same voice from that day under the oak tree, calls out from behind you, well you had to admit it was a little more manly now.

You turn around quickly on your heel, eyes meeting your favorite pair.

“Hey.” You say with a bright smile, your heart begins beating a mile a minute, with feelings settling into your stomach that you weren’t quite ready to assess.

“We did it!” Eddie says before grabbing the back of your head, fingers sliding through your hair as he pulls you into a warm hug. The side of your face resting on his chest makes your stomach flutter so hard you think you might puke from the nervousness he’s is stirring within you.

These feelings were too new and they scared the shit out of you.

“So you ready for New York?” He asks with a melancholy smile.

“Honestly? No, not really.” You say muffled into his chest before you pull away to look at him.

You weren’t ready to start a life without your best friend.

“When do you leave?” His hand continues to slide through your hair, making your stomach flip upside down.

“In a couple days.” You murmur before swallowing hard, now unable to meet his eyes.

“You’ll have a good time, meet some cool people.” He’s trying to pretend his heart isn’t breaking but the look in his eyes is not lost on you, your heart is breaking too.

“I couldn’t ever meet anyone as cool as you.” You whisper as your glassy eyes now meet his.

He smiles albeit a weak one, but he wishes those words were true.

“You staying celibate through college?” He joked, giving your arm a little nudge.

“That’s the plan, but who knows.”

The implications set Eddie’s stomach ablaze in the most painful way.

If I don’t find someone, fall in love and replace you.

Fuck the government for choosing him to fight in a war he didn’t even believe in. He could’ve been getting ready to leave with you, maybe even get the chance to finally tell you how much he’s been in love with you ever since he sparked up a conversation under that big oak tree.

There was no way he could tell you that now, he’d hate himself forever if he knew there was any chance you could’ve been his for all these years. It’s too late for him now.

You had stayed with Eddie that night, your stomach was in absolute knots just thinking about leaving him, you needed one more night with him, if this was the last chance you’d get to ever see each other again, you needed it. Just for tonight.

You spent most of it in each other's arms, crying and replaying your favorite memories and then crying some more.

He had confided in you, told you that if he died while overseas he’d die a virgin.

Eddie was never open with you about girls that he was seeing, you had assumed he’d had sex with at least one. The shock on your face was enough to make him want to cower away in embarrassment.

You’d both thought about making love to each other that night. You so badly wanted to be his first, get to have him in that way before life ran its course, but you just couldn’t. You knew it would make leaving each other that much harder, and fuck was it already so hard.

1974

College in New York was chaotic to say the least, life was so fast paced, it had taken so long to get accustomed.

And with your new fast paced, busy life, it left it close to impossible to sit down and write letters.

You and Eddie hadn’t spoken in almost a year.

Then there was Brendon, a guy you had met in your economics class. He was nice, he treated you better than you’d ever been treated but it just never felt right. It was almost as if there was a wedge, something in between you two making it impossible for you to fall in love. Someone.

August of 75’

You had gotten a rather urgent call from your grandpa, glumly notifying you that your grandma was sick and only had months to live.

You’d taken the first flight out back to Hawkins.

Your grandparents were all you had, you couldn’t stay in New York knowing you’d never get to see your gram gram again.

You had worked so hard these past two years, but in the end you had decided family came first. You would take a year off from college if it was required, just to help your papa after gram passed.

Walking out of the airport and into the warm summer sun of Hawkins was bittersweet.

This is the first time you’d be here while Eddie wasn’t. There wasn’t a moment that passed where you didn’t think about him. You questioned whether he’d be mad that he didn’t hear from you after all this time, or even care at all.

More than anything you hoped he was okay.

You never kept up with the news and what was going on over there. It was too much, too real.

September of 75’

Your gram had passed three weeks after your arrival back in Hawkins, you had done your best to stay by her bedside as your papa got things arranged for her eventual funeral.

You were numb for the first couple days until you had eventually broken down and sobbed for a good hour and a half.

The thought of losing Eddie made the tears fall even harder. You loved your gram but you were in love with Eddie, you knew that now. If he didn’t make it, you didn’t know how you’d handle it. How you’d ever move on.

You could kick yourself for not writing to him, at least to ask if he was okay.

What if he thinks you don’t care about him now? You’d hope he’d understand that college was so busy for you.

21st of September 1975

Grams funeral had been lovely, a celebration of her life with her closest friends and loved ones.

The funeral house was a quaint little tudor style home. Her pictures had been displayed beautifully among a table of red roses.

You cried when the funeral director had closed her casket for good.

25th of September 1975

You had spent your morning and afternoon cleaning your grandparents house. Your papa left on a fishing trip, said he couldn’t be in this house any longer.

You understood how he must be feeling, stuck in a place that holds so many memories of you and the love of your life, that would be hard for anyone.

You decide to order a pizza and watch a movie after your warm shower.

You slip into a pink nightgown that sat just above your knees before making your way towards the bathroom to brush your hair and teeth. Just as you were flipping the light switch off and walking out into the hall the doorbell echoed throughout the house.

They sure do deliver pizza fast

You thought to yourself as you counted the money in your purse that had been sitting on the entry table.

“Wow, I just placed my order ten minutes—” the words die on your tongue as you swing the door open. Standing there on the front porch in a Black Sabbath shirt, blue jeans and shorter hair than you were used to, was Eddie.

Your Eddie.

He looked almost as stunned to see you, as you were to see him.

“Hey, I thought you’d be back in New York by now.” Eddie assumed as his eyes took in the expanse of your body.

“No, I uh I decided to stay.” You utter as you nervously play with the hem of your pink gown.

Your action pulls the dress up higher on your leg, exposing more of your upper thigh.

Eddie’s eyes shoot down to the area before looking back up at you.

“I came by to give my condolences to your grandfather.” He says with a sad smile.

“Oh yeah, he won’t be back for a couple days.” You respond, finally dropping your gown before smoothing it out with nervous hands.

“Well, my condolences to you.” He says with a far off look in his eyes.

This man standing here is so different from the Eddie you once knew. His posture is immaculate, his arm and legs stiff as stone and the brightness of his eyes now dull and almost nonexistent.

“Do you wanna come in? I ordered pizza and I was gonna watch a film.” You say with a hint of desperation.

“I uh, I shouldn’t. I should go.” Eddie says before he begins to walk away, he stops in his tracks and shoots a glance back at you.

“Why didn’t you write to me?” Eddie’s face is so stoic you can’t tell if he’s sad or just curious.

“I wanted to, Eddie. I was just so busy—” you begin but Eddie doesn’t want to hear anymore.

His black boots carry him back to his van. He can’t stand there and listen to how you’ve moved on, or had the time of your life in college and forgot about him.

2 days later

You had been beating yourself up for what felt like days.

He had every right to feel the way he did, to be mad and angry. You couldn’t blame him for that.

But you’d be damned if he didn’t at least know these feelings you’d been harboring for him.

You were both home now, nothing was holding you back from finally confessing to Eddie that he’s who you want.

You decide to bake a cherry pie, before getting ready and heading over to forest hills.

You would get on your knees and grovel if it meant Eddie would forgive you. Just because you didn’t write to him didn’t mean you didn’t think about him everyday. You couldn’t count how many nights you’d lay in bed touching yourself to thoughts of him, you hadn’t even gone all the way with Brendan, you couldn’t. Not with Eddie at the forefront of every thought you had.

You pull up to the familiar trailer, not much has changed aside from far less beer cans littering the ground.

You walk up the steps, pie in hand as you knock one, two, three times on the dingy white door.

“One sec.” A familiar voice calls out from the other side.

The door swings open, Eddie is standing there shirtless. The only article of clothing on his very toned and muscular body were his old Hawkins high gym shorts. You were pretty sure he’d never actually worn them in high school.

His face looks even more stunned than when he showed up on your doorstep a couple days ago.

“What are you doing here?” The look on his face was hard and impossible to read.

“Eddie, please just let me explain myself. Can I please come in and talk?” You held the pie out to him as if some kind of peace offering.

“Is it cherry?” He says with absolutely no emotion.

“It is.” You confirm

There’s a long pause before his voice gruffly retorts

“Fine.” He moves out of the doorway allowing you to walk through, your bodies barely rub together as you pass but shockwaves are sent throughout, you could feel them all the way down to your toes.

You set the pie down on the yellowing countertop.

Eddie digs in the cabinets for a knife, two plates and two forks.

The gesture makes you smile to yourself as you sit in the little two seater kitchenette.

Eddie cuts the pie, setting your plate in front of you, while he takes the seat closest to the telephone hanging on the wall.

“So go ahead…” Eddie says with a mouthful of your cherry pie.

“I’m so sorry Ed… I had almost no time for anything, New York is so fast paced and chaotic, I really had no time… but I thought about you constantly.” You admit as you lightly stab your pie with your fork.

“I thought about you, too.” Eddie whispers, your eyes find eachothers before he looks away, taking another bite of the pie. “This is really good, thank you.” He says with another mouthful.

Usually you would be disgusted by a man talking with his mouth full of food, but with Eddie you couldn’t help but find it endearing and cute.

“Yeah, it’s the least I could do.” You say before finally taking a bite of your own.

“So how have you been?” You were almost afraid to ask such a question, after everything he’s gone through, everything he’s had to see.

“I’ve been good, just getting back into the groove of being home, ya know.” He says with a smile that has yet to reach his eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” You murmur before standing up and walking to the sink to wash your crumb filled dish.

Once it’s dried and put away and you’ve repeatedly gone over the spiel in your head about how you want to confess your undying love to the man seated a couple feet away, you turn around, eyes meeting him as you realize his chocolate browns have been on you this whole time.

“Eddie, I need to tell you something…”

He stands from his seat, bringing his plate to the sink, carelessly dropping it in before he turns back to face you.

It’s like he’d grown a whole foot, he was towering over you now, looking down at you with those doe eyes you’d so often thought about.

“What do you need to tell me?” He whispers as he steps closer to you, his black boots kissing your brown wooden clogs.

The words almost die in your throat at his close proximity and how fast your heart is hammering in your chest. You wonder if it could be heard from his place in front of you, surely if he stepped any closer it would be.

“I’m in love with you, Eddie.” Your eyes dart across his handsome face meanwhile biting at your lip out of nervousness as you wait for him to say something, anything.

He exhales a deep breath as his shoulders drop into a relaxed state.

“Fuck,” he huffs before pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ve been in love with you since I met you, sweetheart.” His voice is muffled by your neck as he rests his head on your shoulder.

You pull away, grabbing his face with your small hands. You look him in the eyes before you begin speaking—

“I’m so sorry Eddie, I’m so sorry for everything. I should’ve known that you were it for me. It just took me a little longer, but I promise I’m here now.” Your foreheads meet as tears run down your cheek, “I’m here now.” You repeat.

“I love you so much, princess.” He whispers before he’s pulling you into a tender kiss, that soon grows more and more needy.

He slips his tongue into your mouth and they simultaneously glide together. You can taste the salt from the tears that have fallen onto both of your lips. It makes the kiss that more meaningful.

“You still celibate?” Eddie asks after breaking the kiss. His smirk tells you he’s joking, but you don’t care, you need him. You’ve waited too long for this.

“I didn’t have sex in college, not even once.” You admitted before kissing his lips again, “I’ve been waiting for you.” The longing look in Eddie’s eyes flash to something that could only be described as hunger.

Without another word, he’s picking you up by the back of your thighs, your legs instinctively wrap around his muscular hips. He’s so strong, the throbbing between your legs gets even worst at the thought of him fucking you just like this.

Eddie made his way down the hall to his old room, you took a glance around noticing most of his things in boxes meanwhile more of Wayne’s things have moved in.

“Are you moving?” You ask curiously.

“Yeah, I got my own place. I’m moving in tomorrow.” He says before softly throwing you on his mattress. “Wayne sorted it out for me while I was…away.” You notice the stiffening of his body immediately, as if even thinking about where he’d been causes such inner turmoil.

“C’mere baby.” You murmur with a saccharine grin, his eyes light up at the pet name, causing your insides to flutter.

He slots himself between your legs, his muscular arms now fisting the bed while your head lays caged between them.

You can feel the way his body slightly trembles.

“It’s okay Ed’s, it’s just me.” You whisper into his ear sending shivers down his spine.

“Just you is a big deal to me, sweetheart.” He smiles before rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

“I want you to make love to me, Eddie.” You say as you push his shorter hair back to get a better look at the face you've missed for far too long.

He groans before dropping his head to your shoulder.

“Fuck, I want to baby, I really do. But I-I have no idea what I’m doing and you’re you, ya know? I’m gonna make a fool out of myself, and I just can’t do that, not with you.” He lifts his head up to study your face before he begins gently rubbing his nose on your cheek, he places light kisses to the area before he places a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I don’t care, I want you… you don’t even have to do anything, I’ll do it all.” You say before placing kisses of your own across his face. “I need you, Eddie… I’m so wet for you, baby.”

“Jesus, you tryna kill me, woman?” He playfully snarks before blowing a raspberry into the side of your neck making you giggle and squirm away. “Okay yeah, I'm ready.” He admits as his beautiful doe eyes meet yours, he holds your chin between two fingers before sweetly kissing you, again. “I’m so glad it’s with you, sweet girl.” He whispers into your lips.

“I love you.” You whisper back

“I love you.” He feels like he’s in a dream, like one wrong move and you’ll slip through his finger, again.

“Lay on your back.” You bashfully demand, you weren’t used to being the one in charge when having sex, but for Eddie you’d do anything.

Eddie gives you a pointed look as his eyebrows raise high on his half concealed forehead.

Your feet hit the brown scratchy carpet before you’re turning around to give Eddie a little show.

Maybe stripping for him will give him a little more confidence, or it’ll probably just make him really horny… either way was fine with you.

Eddie continues gawking at you in wonder, still a little clueless as to what you were doing.

Such an innocent boy.

You begin to remove your blue jean button up vest, slowly unhooking each one by one.

Eddie catches on after the first button, a devious smirk slowly forms onto his face as he lays back with his head on the pillow. He dramatically swings his hands behind his head and crosses his legs as he enjoys the show.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, sweetheart.” He beams with a wink.

You finally get down to the fifth button before slowly opening it and exposing your bare breast to him.

His eyes widen with shock and his body stiffens along with the member in his gym shorts.

“Holy shit.” He whispers before sitting up to get a better view. “You weren’t wearing a bra this whole time?” His cheeks burn with excitement and nervousness. He flicks his tongue out to wet his pink plump lips before beckoning you closer to him.

You step between his spread legs and look down as Eddie is now eye level with your tits.

He’s only seen boobs in magazines and movies but yours are by far the best. He had a feeling when he used to watch you in that red bikini when you both would hit the community pool during the scorching summers that they were nice. He remembers the way your nipples would poke through the fabric and the way they’d bounce when you’d run away from him.

“Can I touch you?” Eddie asks as if you didn’t just beg him to fuck you.

“Of course.” You purr back.

Eddie quickly brings both hands to your tits gently massaging them before running a calloused thumb over the hardening bud. The action forces a moan from between your lips making Eddie’s eyes shoot up to yours. He wants to pull that noise from you as much as he can.

“That feel good?” He breathily asks as if he can’t believe you’re letting him touch you like this.

“Feels really good, ed.” you whimper before he’s grazing his other thumb across your peaked nipple making an even more erotic moan leave you.

Your body slightly jerks when you feel Eddie’s wet lips encapsulate your nipple, you look down to see he is already looking at you, looking at your reaction to the way he’s making you feel.

Your eyebrows furrow as you vigorously bite at your lip. The sight in front of you is a scene straight out of your wet dreams, the wet dreams that would play on an instant loop in your twin size bed in your muggy dorm room across from your god fearing roommate.

Eddie continues to lick and suck as his confidence grows, every thrash of his tongue sends a searing shock of electricity to your cunt.

You need him now.

“Lay back for me Eddie baby, let me finish the show.” You whisper as your nails softly scrape against his scalp making him groan with his mouth full, he pulls off with a pop leaving your nipples peaked and cold from the wetness.

“Yes ma’am.” He snickers before scooting back to lay in his previous position.

You completely remove the vest from your body, throwing it towards the end of the bed but it slips off and onto the floor.

You’ll worry about that later.

You begin making work at removing your matching blue jean bell bottoms, slowly inching them down your legs as teasingly as possible for the flustered man who lays just inches from you.

Once your jeans are around your ankles, you make hasty work at removing them before kicking them off somewhere to be dealt with later.

You stand there in your pink cotton panties as Eddie’s eyes travel along your body. He adjusts himself in his shorts before his eyes fall to your last garment of clothing and then back up to meet yours. You know exactly what he’s asking.

So you shove your thumbs in the cotton fabric and remove them albeit much faster than your jeans.

You stand upright before kicking your panties towards where your jeans haphazardly lay.

Once you’re fully exposed to Eddie he darts up on his elbows as his eyes take in every inch; from the patch of hair between your thighs to the soft skin of your legs to the way your hips curve. His aloof disposition is such a stark contrast to the way he’s losing his fucking mind on the inside; he’s on cloud nine, he’s thanking a god he doesn’t even believe in for allowing him to be here and alive for this moment, a moment he’s thought about way too often.

You slowly saunter up to the foot of the bed, ready to straddle Eddie’s lap before he’s placing his hand out to stop you. “There’s no fucking way I’m lasting more than thirty second if you’re on top.” He huffs with a self deprecating smile.

“That’s okay, we can go again later…you’ll eventually learn how to hold it, it’s really not a big deal plus this is about you anyway.” You smile reassuringly before he nods his head for you to continue.

The way you said ‘we can go again later’ alone almost made him cum, so he knows he doesn’t have a fighting chance in hell to last while you're bouncing all pretty on his cock.

Nevertheless, you straddle his waist, the hardness in his shorts already hitting your exposed clit so nicely, you couldn’t help but whine.

“Fuck, this is almost too much.” Eddie whispers before his hands shoot down to your waist as you give his lap an experimental drag of your core, along the soft cotton of his shorts.

“Are you sure about that?” You smirk before your hands fall to his painfully hard cock that is far too clothed for your liking.

You sit back on his thighs, dragging the material down his legs. He begins thrashing around trying to kick them off so desperately, you can’t help but to giggle.

“Oh is that funny?” He says in a stern voice that has you clenching around nothing. You definitely want to dive into that Eddie in the future.

Or right now.

“No, sir. I’m sorry.” You pout with a swift bat of your lashes.

Eddie’s jaw tightens at your words, he doesn’t know why that is turning him on so much but Jesus Christ, is it.

Finally, you look down to where Eddie’s cock lays against his lower stomach. He’s way bigger than you expected and so pretty, the prettiest one you’ve ever seen.

It twitches before your hand slowly moves in to grab it.

“Do you think you could last if I got a little taste of this perfect cock?” You whisper into Eddie’s ear, making the skin there tinge a reddish pink.

“I can barely last with your hand wrapped around me, baby.” He groans in pleasure.

“Okay, we’ll save that for later, too.” You wink, before you spit in the palm of your hand bringing the glob to Eddie’s cock as you stroke him, getting him nice and wet to easily slip inside of you.

“Oh my fuck-” Eddie grits before his eyes snap shut, the skin around them wrinkling as he tries to think of anything but your spit on his dick, as you rub him so expertly.

“I’m gonna put it in now, Ed…you ready?” You ask before he’s rapidly nodding his head, his eyes still held tightly shut.

You lift up, rubbing his wet tip against your already soaked pussy before it begins to breach your hole.

“Oooh fuck.” Eddie whimpers.

You begin to inch your way down slowly so as not to overwhelm him. You’re trying not to go too fast, too soon.

Eddie brings the back of his hand to his mouth and begins biting on the skin as a distraction to what’s going on in his lap. He still can’t look down, or it’ll all be over before it begins.

You finally sink all the way down to the hilt, which has Eddie whimpering and cursing below you.

You study his face and how in pain he looks.

“Hey, do you need me to stop?” His eyes shoot open at your question.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” Eddie huffs as if he’s out of breath. “Please baby, please keep going…you just feel so fucking amazing and I’m trying here, I’m really fucking trying.” His eyes quickly shut, again.

“Ed’s, open your eyes for me…you’re doing so good, just look at me please?” You murmur as you move closer to his face, rubbing at his scalp like you know he likes.

“I can’t.” He whispers.

“Yes, you can.. just look at me, wanna see you when you cum.” That pulls a growl from the back of his throat.

His eyes slowly open as he takes in the sight of you stuffed full of his cock. You begin to move, slowly grinding before you’re bouncing your hips up and down on him. Your tits jiggle with every move and now it’s like he can’t take his eyes off of you.

Your movements get even faster as you lean down to capture his lips with yours. It’s so sloppy and spit filled, making you clench around him. He gasps into the kiss before his hands are moving down to grab at the soft flesh of your ass.

He begins snapping his hips up to meet your movements, making him hit that spot so perfectly.

“Oh my god…right there.” You moan as your face falls in between his neck and jaw.

You begin to whimper as your unexpected orgasm washes over your body. Eddie doesn’t quite know what’s happening but he physically cannot hold on any longer.

“Oh shit, shit- I’m gonna cum.” His head falls back into his stain filled pillow, he bites his lip so hard he’s almost positive he’s breaking skin, before a groan so deep it almost scares him, leaves his mouth. He wonders if he should feel embarrassed but the proud look in your eyes tells him otherwise.

He didn’t even get a chance to ask you where he could cum, he just filled you up without even thinking. That thought made his dick twitch even though it was beginning to soften.

“You did so good, baby.” You coo before allowing him to slowly slide out of you.

Some of his cum falls out of you and onto his spent cock, making his cheeks redden in what you could only assume is embarrassment.

“It’s okay, I’m doing this new trial of this birth control pill that just came out. It's supposed to lessen cramps during that time of the month but it also helps to prevent pregnancy… so we should be good.” You say before giving him a peck on his bruised lips.

You make your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up before bringing a wet washcloth to clean Eddie, too.

His hips jerk when the rag touches him, making you giggle as he tries and fails to hide his bashful face from you.

You find it so cute how shy he’s being. You’ve never seen shy Eddie before, so this is a nice contrast.

He scoots over, making room for you to lay next to him, which you do after setting the cum filled rag on his night stand to be disposed of later.

“You’re fucking incredible, did you know that?” He asks before scooping you up in his arms and moving you closer to him. His arms wrap around your waist as his head burrows into your chest.

“Are you sure you're okay, Eddie?” You softly ask, not sure you want to breach the topic after you two have finally consummated your relationship.

“Of course I’m okay, why do you ask?” He looks up at you curiously, as if he’s surprised you’ve been able to read him so well. Although you always have been good at that.

“You just seem…different.” You whisper the last part before you feel him slightly tense.

“I’m-I just seen some shit, ya know? And it’s kind of hard to go back to your everyday life after witnessing some of the most horrific shit imaginable.” He can’t look you in your eyes when he speaks, he doesn’t want to see the pity that so often lies beneath the sympathy people have recently given him.

“I get that baby, I do…and I’m here, every step of the way, okay? Whatever you need, we'll do it.” You purr as your nails gently graze his back.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You whisper into his hair before you’re both falling into a post sex sleep haze.

October 1977

“Eddie, slow down.” You snort as your boyfriend eagerly speeds down Cherry lane, too excited to get to his mystery destination.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask, studying his face for any clues.

“You’ll see, just have some patience, baby.” He knowingly smirks, amused by your uncertainty.

Soon enough, you're pulling up to a light yellow single story house. It’s quite cute, with pink trim on the windows and flower boxes that sit on each window seal.

The grass looks like it’s been very taken care of, it’s almost too green.

Eddie flies to your side, opening your door for you.

You hesitantly step out, your black flats crunching on the orange and brown leaf riddled sidewalk. You’re still wondering where the hell he’s taking you or to who?

“Do you like it?” He asks with a beaming smile as his hand runs through his freshly grown out mane.

“I mean yeah… it’s nice.” You scoff, “who lives here?” You study the house again before looking over to Eddie for an answer.

“We do, sweetheart.” He gleams as he dangles a set of keys in his right hand, a huge satisfied smile adorns his face at your shocked expression.

“This is ours?” You blink at him as if maybe you’ve misunderstood. “Like, you bought it?” Eddie’s face just gets more and more excited with every fleeting moment you stand there in shock.

“Yes, we bought it.” He laughs before throwing the keys towards you. “Go check it out, baby.” You quickly catch the keys and make your way inside, body moving on autopilot as you’re still in shock.

As you look around you notice it’s a charming 1960’s styled, three bedroom house.

You stand in the doorway of the smallest room.

‘It’s perfect’ you whisper to yourself.

“That’ll be the nursery for babygirl.” Eddie says, sauntering up behind you to rub at your growing belly. “Do you like it?” He asks with a proud smile.

“I love it Ed’s, you did so good.” You fervidly muse.

“Let’s check out the backyard, I have another surprise for you out there.” He says before intertwining his fingers with yours and walking you through the house to the beautiful twin doors that lead you to an even more beautiful backyard.

Your eyes take in everything as you stand on the deck, this place is almost too perfect. You’re ready to pinch yourself cause you’re so sure you’re dreaming.

You look around and see a vegetable garden, next to that are gorgeous flower bushes. Whoever lived here before really loved this place as it was treated with the utmost care.

Your eyes continue to scan the yard before it catches on something that causes your eyes to water and your breath to hitch, it’s a big oak tree identical to the one you and Eddie met under.

But that’s not all, Eddie is underneath it on one knee, with a red box in his hand. The tears fall as you walk closer. Yes, this has to be a dream, there is no way this is my life, it’s too perfect.

Once you’re standing in front of your weeping future husband, you realize the ring he’s holding was your gram’s, a beautiful vintage opal.

You remember holding her hand as a kid and playing with it. You’d tell her how much you wanted one just like it, so you could be twins. You sob into your hand at the memory.

“Will you marry me, sweetheart?”

#divider by @v6que #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you

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caraphernellie · 2 months

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wip !! here's a moodboard <3

fake happy // e.w.

ellie williams is a freak, and that's just a fact. others deemed that she is not to be trusted from the moment she was born. in a world where everything is real and raw, it's hard to lie. but ellie doesn't quite fit into the category of 'real and raw.'

everybody's moods are displayed above their heads like little emoticons - there's no fake, there's no lies, there's simply emotion. except for ellie. nobody could figure out why ellie's feelings were not displayed. she'd been seen by every doctor, every specialist, every psychiatrist, and psychologist, and none of them knew what could cause this. and so an assumption was made that she doesn't feel anything.

nobody knows how she feels at any given moment, and in a world where people are spoiled with honesty, nobody wants to believe ellie isn't dishonest. nobody wants to be played by her.

somehow surviving life up to college without ever even having a friend, ellie's accepted that she's in for a lonely life. the only person she has is joel, and well, even he can be misunderstanding at times.

and ellie's sure her professor must hate her, because he partnered her for a project with the one girl who is always happy, without fail. the girl whose mood above her head is always, always, always a yellow smiley face. ellie would even say she's jealous, that she hates you, but she can't help but feel herself smiling whenever you're around. you're like a ray of sunshine. if sunshine knew how to lie.

ok ok ok so. i feel a little bit crazy and like nobody is going to like this fic but i kind of want to write it. this is just me posting to see if anyone actually would read it 😭 not like that would motivate/demotivate me but idk. im curious paramore inspired fics first of all, the best ones. secondly, i feel like maybe years ago i read a fic with a similar premise which inspired this but it's also mainly inspired by the music video for fake happy by paramore. and also, i always write fics about reader having the 'i can fix her' mentality for ellie so this time it's ellie saying 'i can fix her' about reader. this one would be for my fellow sad/anxious girlies who love big hurt/comfort vibes. it would be an angsty ride but not without lots of comfort :D two people who are very sad falling in love and helping each other with their issues? i think yes. this fic would be very? angst and hurt/comfort and some fluff idk if there'd be smut ... anyway this was more a way for me to brainstorm for the idea (by making the moodboard and blurb) i have yet to do literally any plotting or writing for it..

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 i stand with palestine, and for that reason, i require everyone on my blog to keep themselves educated and participating in the fight for palestine's freedom. here are some links to educate yourself- 1, 2, 3. the last of us part 2 in particular is a game with zionist background. do not support neil druckmann by buying any of the games and please continue to engage in your media with critical analysis!! stay educated. !!! i urge you to participate in the global strike for palestine from february 18th - 25th !!!

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ rambling #ellie williams x reader #tlou2 x reader #ellie williams x fem reader #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fanfic #fem reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x yn #wip #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie x yn #petal's ideas #moodboards by petal

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Tiyoin the voices got to me again. I was scrolling tho tik tok and came across a video ,and it reminded me that you mentioned reader doing a sport before attending twst in the singing au. Wanna give a guess what sport I saw??

It was ✨figure skating✨. Just imagine it for a sec. Do I know anything about skating?? No. But the idea of anxiety reader being one is beautiful. Especially since skating isnt a confrontation sports like soccer and, reader doesn't have to be in contact with someone while performing their act.

I see reader starting the sport when they were young. They may have seen it as a way to put themselves out there while doing something they enjoy and find relaxing. They didn't compete in big contests with thousands of people watching (girlie would not make it). They would only get to county or district level of the contest B4 the nerves got to them. Most likely self sabotages at the end so they wouldn't have to seen and judged by so many. Reader does has a few gold medals tho. Yuu has been their personal cheerleader for a few years now. Going to as many contests as he can to just support reader and know they're not alone.

✨Now✨

What if there is a different competition (w/o a overblot hopefully) which a sport is picked randomly. Whether you want it to be a school vs school, dorm vs dorm or maybe grade vs grade you can decide. I think it could work with any of them. Like they pick a few people to represent their side and to complete. The ones that physically compete get prizes (💰) and the others get bragging rights and a 🍕 pizza party or smth like that idk.

Anyways, Yuu is like *puppy eyes* pls reader 👉👈we poor. And reader knows Yuu is only asking cuz they they really need the money and he would never make them do smth that would harm them. Yuus real motive is maybe this will help reader make friends or less be less anxious around their classmates. And he knows Reader is gonna win cuz none of the others skate.

The only ones in NRC that I can see being able to skate to a degree is Rook, Jade or Ortho maybe Epel too. He probably hated it till his grandma said only strong people could skate cuz it's hard. I think his home town is gets snow right? Can't recall rn.

Depending on which VS is picked the outfit and preforment is gonna be a easy choice or the hardest thing in the whole contest. Maybe a duet gets thrown in there. ➖👄👁️

Overall reader is ✨stressed✨ rightfully so. The creeps are recording, admirers admirering, rivals showing up left and right. Reader gonna need a nap after everything that's happened.

Another 3-5 am ask woooo. Sorry if there is any spelling errors. Why do the best ideas always come when I'm tired 😩. I can send u a tik tok I saw that inspired me if u want. Also I don't mean to mention Rook in every ask he just shows up w/o asking. Like my fav is Malleus and I haven't send a single idea with him.

Maybe it's cuz Rooks a Sagittarius and I'm a Gemini. They are sister signs. That's probably why he lives in my head rent free. I hope a good night.

MEL- I NEED TO KISS YOU BRAIN RIGHT NOW!!

especially with the death of YOI: adolescence... a sad day for anime lovers' everywhere (im on desktop so i can't do any emojis </3)

I actually had a really big skating phase. still do and would love to have prof. lessons. i wanted to do it so. badly. my parents said 'no' and that it was too late for me, so i mourn that. believe it or not, i was in soccer and almost did it in college.

but the ice feeling so freeing whenever reader steps onto it. they're not worried about sweating because of ice, and they can move how the want when they want.

reader would 100 PERCENT self sabotage themselves. filling their head with nonsense and because of all those thoughts (especially) 'dont miss this spin, dont miss this spin' only to miss it because they were focusing on whether they would 'miss the spin or not')

but in their home world, reader is phenomenal!! they're amazing! they got scouted by amazing coaches who wanted to tap into their raw potential, who were impressed by reader's hard work and drive... but reader always finds a away to miss things up for themselves.

OH MY GOD AHHH SPORTING COMPETETIONS WERE ALWAYS MY FAVORITE ARCS IN SHOWS

ITS LIKE THEIR OWN MINI OLYMPICS HAHAHA (reader: wdym you guys dont have olympics?)

ofc there's a pre sign up and auditions. reader is thinking and mulling it over. because trying out for the boys team is very different than the girl's team, is co-ed even allowed?? this is an all boys school after all!

(yuu brings crowley to their audition to convince him to give them student-ship so they can compete and WRECK those snot-nosed princes.)

maybe there's a partner skate? and you know that the admirers of reader that can skate and sign. the. fuck. up.

I WANT SKATER JADE!! I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!! but home boy would probably not be able to skate at the level of reader just because he's og a fish and if he started skating when he turned human then he'd only have a year of experience </3

but lets just say there's a sports thing they have... not club but dedicated for this event... then i can see jade being somewhat on reader's level. but there's still a difference unfortunately

ROOK HUNT SKATED OUT OF THE WOMB!! ortho could professionally skate sine... 5 minutes ago? like c'mon guys get on his level.

though i can see rook rather being an observer. he also called it 'ice dancing' because that's what it is to him. but if rook trying out for this instead of his usual sweep of archery, all to stop some... he doesn't have a word for the level of disgust he'd have if he saw you dancing with a slimy no name.

plus he will be able to experience your growth! not just as a skater but as a person! he can also get closer to you!

vil. vil can! ice dance. he needed to learn it for a film and he's always liked the feeling of being on the ice. which makes pomefiore the contenders for being on the team / being reader's partner during partner categories.

epel would want ot learn hockey but was forced into ice skating by his grandma HAHAH she'd say that he can learn to play hockey after he's mastered the ice or something. it's something he's NOT proud of- but (if this is the point where him and reader are on good terms) then he'll happily play up him being a skating pro.

i can also see vil forcing epel into skating for the school. like wdym ice skating is for girls? get your ass on the ice NOW

SILVER AND LILIA WOULD ALSO BE ICE SKATERS AHHH. but it's a bit dangerous for silver to be on the ice but if it means helping support his friend then he's gung ho about it! just... please keep an eye on him in case he starts falling (he's usually good about that. making it to the sides before he was able to face plant on the ice. but lilia is always present in case of such emergencies (and if the designated watchers arent able to get to him in time))

lilia has dabbled in a bit of everything. so if you see him whip out a quad (with only a little bit of stumbling, as he complains about his bones again) he'll act like it's not hard (it's not- for him)

BUT IF MALLEUS WANTS TO GET INTO THAT ICE SKATING ACTION THEN HE'LL SPEND HOURS AT IT. the prince bale to do things a bit differently than everyone since he's.. ya knw, thee malleus draconia.

crowley ; you can barly even skate! why are you at the try outs!

malleus :... give me a week (and the mofo MEANS IT)

and dw i get random spouts of 'rook hunter-itis too. I DONT MIND YOU BRINGING HIM UP CAUSE I LOVE HIM- AND MALLEUS AHHHH)

#tiyoin 🔎#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted anxiety 🌀#mel <3

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vampzxi · 1 year

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𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕!𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

another filler bc the shuriri fic is almost done! 😭 i’m sorry for the lag ive just had writers block. but i saw @inmyheadimobsessed ‘s post abt shuri being a silly jokester and that’s what inspired this :3

highschool!riri headcanons here!

taglist!: @letitias-fav @inmyheadimobsessed @pinkwright @abenomeiiii @generallysapphic @shuriszn @la-reine-insane @unknownpisces002 (ask to be added!) (sorry if i forgot you, just remind me!! i’m absent minded as fuck 😭)

academic

・❥・top of her class, obviously

・❥・probably tutors on the side

・❥・argues with teachers if they get something slightly incorrect

・❥・gets finished with her work early and bothers other people in class

・❥・gets in trouble for bothering people but everyone loves her stupid jokes

・❥・plays pranks on the teacher during test day

・❥・turns in her work late because she either forgets to or she’s too focused on making it perfect

・❥・hates group work and always bribes her partners into just letting them doing it herself so they get a good grade

・❥・mutters to herself while working, slightly pissing off the people around her

・❥・favorite subject is science and she wastes class time by ranting to her teacher about science

・❥・spends more time at school than she does at home

・❥・huge procrastinator

・❥・messy notes

・❥・doesn’t show her work, much to the dismay of her teachers

・❥・doesn’t bother to raise her hand in class

・❥・willingly shares her notes with anyone…for a price of course

social

・❥・jokester, rarely takes anything seriously unless it’s about her schoolwork

・❥・chronic class skipper, only attends if she feels it’s necessary

・❥・dabbles in the za 🍃 but not a stoner. just in social situations really

・❥・hopeless romantic but very awkward. she’ll gush to her friends about a girl but clam up when she actually talks to her crush

・❥・makes sex jokes. a lot. maybe too much.

・❥・has a burner tiktok account where she trolls people

・❥・loves parties but gets overstimulated really quickly

・❥・loves kids and will babysit for anyone. she makes little trinkets for each of the kids she watches

・❥・robotics club team captain

・❥・terrible at sports but loves to run. tried track and field in her freshman year

・❥・throws on sweatpants or a tracksuit whenever she wakes up

・❥・refuses to eat school lunch, will go off-campus with riri to eat

・❥・does everything with riri, literally attached to the hip

・❥・cat lover

・❥・video game nerd, favorite games include mortal kombat and smash bros

・❥・fidgeter

・❥・dislikes traditionally girly things, but loves jewelry and chains

・❥・guilty pleasure is hyper-pop music, but will deny it if anyone asks

romantic

・❥・if you do have a crush on her, good luck, bc she’ll be too oblivious to notice ☠️

・❥・her love language is touch, she’ll absentmindedly fidget with your hair or tap her fingers on your leg

・❥・knarly morning breath.

・❥・cant cook for shit so she relies on you for food

・❥・favorite date place is escape rooms or fairs/arcades

・❥・terrible road rage, so you’re usually in charge of transportation ☠️

・❥・leaves cute notes in your locker or texts them to you through the day

・❥・will blow your phone up with memes (usually dad jokes but you laugh at them bc it’s shuri…)

・❥・very possessive

・❥・offers to do your work for you multiple times, but the teachers know her so well that they can tell if she did someone else’s work

・❥・stupid flirty jokes that aren’t funny but they make you laugh anyways

・❥・very one-track minded, so sometimes she’ll forget to text you back. she makes it up to you in other ways

・❥・gets unreasonably upset if you start watching something without her

・❥・has a tongue piercing 🤫

・❥・posts you on her story/insta a lot, maybe too much. but she loves you too much to not show you off

・❥・very tender headed, will not let anyone but you style her hair

・❥・has a million alarms that she sleeps through, so you have to borderline punch her every morning to wake her up (heavy sleeper)

・❥・little spoon

・❥・favorite place to kiss you is under your ear or forehead

this was lowk so much fun to make ngl. i might do one for riri :3 thanks for reading! (shuriri fic is still on the works don’t worry) leave your headcanons in the replies or reblogs!

#black panther wakanda forever #shuriri #black panther #wakanda forever #dizzywrites #shuri fluff #princess shuri #letitia wright shuri #shuri #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri headcanon #highschool shuri #marvel black panther #riri williams

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Girls Like Girls - Robin Buckley X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Robin has a crush on the new girl in town. Y/N is also a new member of the cheer squad, which means Robin sees her all the time at games and other school events. Unfortunately, Robin is put in a tough situation. She's scared to talk to her because the cheerleaders have a reputation of being mean girls and she fears that Y/N may not feel the same. Little does Robin know that Y/N does not appear as she seems. Y/N becomes best friends with Eddie, which seems unlikely at the surface due to different social circles. This leads to rumors of course and word spreads like wildfire here at Hawkins, which then makes Robin's feelings even more confusing. After hanging out with Steve and the gang, Robin starts to see a different side to Y/N. Will they end up together or will they just remain friends?

Word Count: 2.2k

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Chapter 4

“Listen, all I’m saying is that they hate us ‘bottom of the food chain’ folk because they don’t like that we’re different. But you know what I say to that? Screw em’! Who wants to be like those boring rich assholes anyways?!” Eddie proclaimed as he drove you and Robin home. He tried to make Robin feel better about what had happened, lord knows he knew what it’s like to be treated that way. He was labeled the town freak after all. Eddie’s actions made Robin feel guilty for the way she had thought and spoke to him as of late. Maybe he really is a nice guy after all. The pair of you were still holding hands and you had rubbed her hand with your thumb to soothe her. Robin was feeling an emotion she had never felt before and she was unsure of what it was, peace maybe? She couldn't tell, but she didn’t mind it.

“Alright, we’re here.” Eddie said as he pulled up to your house. You and Robin had both piled out of the van and made your way to the driver side window.

“Thanks for picking us up, Eds. You’re a real lifesaver.” Y/N said with gratitude.

“Yeah, thanks Munson.” Robin said, still feeling guilty.

“Don’t mention it, I’d do it again any day! Now get inside before the little assholes throw eggs at you.” Eddie stated.

You waved goodbye and led Robin to the front door, opening it and getting inside. Both of you made your way upstairs and headed to your room. “Whoa.” Robin said in awe as you opened the door and turned on the light.

“Is that a bad 'whoa'?” You chuckled.

“No no, I just- I wasn’t expecting your room to look this way I guess.” Robin stammered. Your room had sage green walls that had photos of friends and family on one side, while the other was lined with a few movie posters. Your bedding was green and black, which seemed in theme. You watched Robin as she toured around your room in shock. “I guess I was expecting something more-”

“Pink and girly?” You interrupted as she browsed your vinyl collection. She nodded in response. “Yeah I’m sure that’s what a lot of people think. They think that because I’m a cheerleader, well was a cheerleader, that I like all things pink and frilly and cute. Not that there’s anything wrong with liking those things, it’s just not me at all. Oh god I’m rambling again aren’t I? Oh god I’m sorry.” You giggled nervously as you sat on your bed.

“No no it’s okay really! I don’t mind it, I like rambling. I ramble myself sometimes.” Robin said as she smiled. She made her way over to your bed and sat next to you. “You know, I was expecting to be going back to my place-” Robin began to say.

“Do you want me to call Eddie again? I can tell him to take you home if you’d like! I just figured it was getting late and I don’t live too far from Steve so we could just come here to get away fast ya know?” You interrupted.

“Oh I’m not complaining, I just wasn’t expecting my night to end like this. Here with you. But I don't mind it, I'm glad I'm here actually.” Robin spoke softly. You both sat with one another for a moment, but it didn’t feel awkward. It felt peaceful, almost right. Like she was meant to be here.

You soon got up and went toward your dresser. “Here’s some clothes to wear for the night, the bathroom is just down the hall and to the left if you wanna go change in there.” You said handing her the clothes. She nodded and headed to the bathroom. While she was gone, you had also changed and gotten yourself ready for bed. Robin soon returned and scrunched up her clothes into a ball on the floor, you watched in confusion.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I figured I should probably sleep on the floor, it just makes sense ya know?” Robin replied as she sat on the floor. “Do you have a blanket or anything I can use?” She asked. You nodded and handed her a few blankets as well as a pillow.

“Here’s a couple just in case and a pillow so you’re more comfortable.” You said with a small smile. She took them and got herself situated. “I guess we should probably sleep then huh?” You suggested.

“I guess so.” Robin replied.

You turned the lights off and made your way to your bed. “Goodnight Robin, if you need anything at all just let me know okay?” You said crawling into bed.

“I will, goodnight Y/N.” She said turning over and heading to sleep.

Some time had passed before she heard you speak. “Robin? Are you awake?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’m still awake. You?” Robin asked, soon facepalming herself as she realized you were obviously awake as you had asked the question. 'Dumbass!' She thought to herself.

“Yes I am silly.” You giggled. She sighed in relief that you weren’t laughing at her. “You should come up here, I feel bad that you’re on the floor.” You said sitting up and facing her.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything like that.” Robin asked, now facing you as well. You nodded and made a spot for her. She stood from her spot on the floor and crawled in next to you. You moved closer to her after she had gotten settled, you were now facing one another. Robin was grateful that it was mostly dark as she didn’t want you to see how badly she was blushing. Though she is also grateful that the moonlight is peaking through the window as it’s shining onto your face. You were absolutely radiant and Robin couldn’t get enough of you. Robin shuffled closer to you and now both of your foreheads were touching. You giggled and scrunched your nose. God how she loved when you did that. You both lay in the comfort of one another and soon you both drifted off to sleep.

Robin felt a gentle tap on her arm that had woken her up. “Hmm” She cooed as she slowly opened her eyes.

“It’s time to get up Robin, it’s almost noon, silly.” She heard you giggle. She soon sat up and rubbed her eyes. Robin began to yawn and soon the realization had hit her all at once.

“Oh my god I’m gonna be late for work!” Robin proclaimed as she jumped out of the bed. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle as you watched Robin scramble around your room. “I need different clothes, I can’t wear my costume to work oh god!” She was rambling on until she noticed you holding something in your hand. “What uh what is that?” She asked.

“It’s your clothes you goof, I asked Steve if he could pick them up for you since he was already gonna be taking us to work today.” You said handing her the clothes. “He’s downstairs right now, he’s probably eating some of the food I made.”

Robin looked on in confusion. “You made- you made breakfast? For me?” She was a little taken aback.

“Of course I did, I wouldn’t be a good friend if I let you go to work hungry! Plus I owe you after what happened last night.” You stated.

“Well thank you, that's very kind of you. I’m gonna change and then we can go.” Robin said as she headed toward the bathroom.

“Okay, I’ll be downstairs fighting Steve off of the food!” You yelled from the top of the stairs.

“I heard that!” Steve yelled back.

Work was pretty slow that day. Not many people showed up as it was the day after Halloween. They were either hungover from all the partying or still asleep from staying up so late, probably from the high on a sugar rush from all the candy. The three of you pretty much just sat around and watched the movies that played until it was time for your break.

Soon the door swung open. “Hey there losers!”

“Who are you calling lose- oh never mind.” Steve said, turning around and seeing Eddie standing there.

“Well shit, if this is the thanks I get for bringing you all lunch?” Eddie witted as he set the bags of food down as well as the drinks.

“How did you know it was-” Robin began to ask.

“I always bring Y/N lunch when she’s working.” Eddie said, playfully rubbing your head as you began to drink your soda. Robin watched on and she began to feel jealous again. She tried so hard not to feel this way, but she couldn’t help it.

“Oh well uh thanks I guess.” Steve thanked him.

“Hey, it's no problem at all.” Eddie winked back at Steve, this caused Steve to turn a shade of crimson. He quickly turned around to hide his face from Eddie, if he knew what this did to him he’d never live it down.

You noticed Robin’s mood shift and made your way over to her. “You okay angel?” You asked, gently grabbing her hand.

“What oh yeah I’m uh I’m fine. Just peachy!” Robin tried to brush it off, but you could see right through it.

“You can tell me you know, I wont judge.” You whispered to her as to not cause Eddie or Steve who were in the middle of an argument about movies to look over to the two of you.

“I’m just a little tired is all, slow day ya know?” She lied. She hated that she did it, but what else was there to do. She couldn’t just say it was because she hated seeing Eddie be sweet with you and not her.

“Why don’t you go home and get some rest? Steve and I have this covered, really it’s no trouble at all!” You suggested.

“Are you sure?” Robin asked, looking at Steve who just nodded.

“Of course! Hey Eds, do you think you can take Robin home for me please?” Y/N asked with pleading eyes.

“Only because you asked so kindly. Come on Buckley, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” Eddie joked as they headed toward the door. They both got into the van and headed on to drop her off. They both sat in an uncomfortable amount of silence before anyone had said anything. Robin had been staring out the window and then finally Eddie spoke to try and break the tension.

“Look I know you don’t like me very much, I’m not really sure why. But I want you to know that I think you’re pretty cool, especially being friends with Y/N and all. I care about her a lot and if she has you in her circle of people, then you must be pretty damn special.” Eddie said as he focused on the road. Eddie was normally a maniac when he drove. But when he drove with you around, he was as safe as he could be. So he’d do the same with Robin because she was your friend and he knew you’d kill him if something happened to her.

“Eddie look-” Robin began.

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me anything I get it ya know. I’m not everyone’s favorite person in the world.” Eddie stated with a frown. It made Robin feel even more guilty. They had pulled up to her house and before she got out, Eddie spoke again. “Just do me a favor?”

Robin nodded for him to proceed. “Just make sure you don’t screw it up with Y/N, she’s been through a lot and I’d hate to see her get hurt. She cares about you a lot, you know. I mean she literally never shuts up about you.” He chuckled.

“I won't, I promise.” Robin responded. You were the last person that she wanted to hurt. You’ve been nothing but kind to her and she cared for you too much. Even though it killed her that she couldn’t be with you. All she ever thought about was you, you were so special to her and nothing would ever change that.

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empressxmachina · 2 months

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"Sip for the Soul," a photo manipulation by me (Also on DA)

Dungeons and Dragons? Baldur's Gate 3? Who the fuck is Astarion Ancunín? Surely, one cannot be obsessed with games and characters they've still never played in person. Right? 😅 Anyway, no sugarcoating it: I blame the fanfics from the based girlies and nothing else. You know who you are, and thank you for existing.

(more context and references under the cut)

So, the player character or Tav, if you will, is physically and emotionally tiny - or everyone else is giant - and someone very much like a certain pale elf is dealing with them at the moment. Who knows why? How does a being with tiefling/devil horns and elf ears even exist... and not be fully classified as a (sub-)race in D&D yet?

For all intents and purposes, any other ideas like this will be found under "Spoiled Homebrew." Get it? Homebrew? D&D? I'll leave.

Cheers, and Cheer Up, little pup. ~Autodesk Sketchbook ~Photopea ~~FYI: The font is Alegreya if you're curious. It's a close(r) fit (than the last one), and it's free. Like the Hells I'm paying $88 or whatever to get the actual font used. ~the itty bitty elven tiefling thing ~not Astarion ~TABLE

Circa 2024.

-Again, the goal was to make this quite Astarion/BG3-coded without actually being it, mostly for copyrights or whatever. Though if one's headcanon somehow works well enough with this to imagine such a scene in-game or inspire something else, then I'm flattered. -Also, again, I've no clue how small they are; I just get giddy when a small soul can be fully handheld... or can drown in their sorrows and others' cups. -The (dark) urge to put "Darling," "pet" (at least mostly) non-derogatorily, or some other -isms in the dialogue was strong, but I overcame it.

#g/t #my art #spoiled homebrew #sw #giant male #photo manipulation #collage #pour up; drank

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dabislilbaby · 1 year

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Thinking About You

Dabi x f!Reader

A/n: This one is inspired by the girlies in the server and the presents we get from our Kings 👑🥰🙌 iykyk

I promise part 3 of Kingdom of Fire is coming soon😭I know it's been over a month, I'm sorry it's taking me so long but I'm almost done<3

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, praise kink, masturbation, scratching, slight choking, biting, oral (f and m receiving), cock-warming, mating press, auralism kink.

Summary: You wake up to a little gift from your boyfriend, and as soon as you start to take care of the problem he created, he sneaks in for a visit and catches you in the act.

Word Count: 2.6k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa

Sometime in the middle of the night, you had woken up from your much needed, but scarcely gotten sleep. You'd been restless all night for some reason, probably just your insomnia acting up again. You roll over and stumbly reach for your phone on the nightstand. The time read 2:36am and you only had one notification.

You usually put your phone on do not disturb when going to bed, and only one person was on that priority notification list. So thru blurred vision and squinted eyes, you clicked on the text message from your boyfriend. You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes clear, and your gaze ran over the screen.

Dabs💙

Thinking about you<3

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You weren't entirely sure what the voice message was that he sent you, but you hit play on it anyway. Once you hit the button, you heard quiet, but heavy breathing. You were confused for a second until you heard a small whimper, followed by a breathy "yeah~".

Your eyes widened and you were instantly fully awake. Your cheeks grew a little hot as you listened to the lewd noises your boyfriend was making while thinking about you. And god did they sound so pretty. You felt heat rising between your legs and a wet spot growing on your panties. You wished he was there with you, instead of on some important mission for Shigs.

Little did you know, he'd finished up early and was on his way to you right now. He'd been on this mission for a few days now. He'd never tell you where he was going, or what he was doing, always trying to keep you as far away from it as possible. All he told you was that he was needed, and he wouldn't be back for what should've been another day or two, and promised to come see you as soon as he could.

The more you listened, the more your thighs started to involuntarily rub together. His moans were creating a problem you were sure you'd need to take care of by yourself. His breathing was getting heavier, his whimpering more frantic. He repeated your name multiple times while giving you praise. Saying things like "oh~ y/n... I miss that pretty little pussy so much. ngh~ as s-soon as I come home I'm gonna— ugh~ I'm gonna take such good care of you angel." The two of you didn't live together, yet every single time he would tell you he was "coming home" and it just made you melt.

You could hear the city around him, the sound of a car passing by every so often. Along with the wet sound of the way he pleasured himself. The thought of him being so needy while tucked away in an alley somewhere only made your problem worse. He was getting whiney, and hearing him so desperate was enough to make you let out a quiet moan of your own. You could hear the strain in his voice when he moaned your name once again. The same strain you were all too familiar with hearing right next to your ear when he had you pinned to the mattress.

You heard it when his cord snapped. You could tell the exact moment when he'd entered that euphoric feeling of an orgasm, and it turned your brain into soup. It was followed by a few heavy breaths before it went silent. After the minute and fourty-two second recording ended, you found yourself dissatisfied. You wanted more. Needed more of it. Of him.

You leaned over and rummaged around your nightstand, still in the dark, and found your charging ear buds. You opened the case and slipped them in your ears, automatically connecting to your phone. you hit play on the recording again, and you heard those same breathy moans. You shut your eyes and leaned against your headboard. This was exactly what you wanted. It sounded like he was right there, whimpering those praises into your ear like he was in the room, fucking you himself.

Your hand snaked in between your thighs as you listened to his praises, pushing past the waist band of your panties and finding its way to your needy clit. You were slow at first, working yourself up just like he would. You pushed two fingers past your tight entrance and let out a sinful sound of pleasure. The way he whimpered and whined made your head fuzzy and it was enough to make your gummy walls tighten around your own fingers.

Your hand slipped inside your shirt and you tugged and pinched your nipple, just like he would, doing your best to replicate the way he touched you. You continued to work yourself while listening to him and you were almost there when it went silent again. You opened your eyes and let out an irritated sigh. You took your hand out of your shirt and hit play again before continuing your ministrations.

Unbeknownst to you, your bedroom window slowly slid open and Dabi's thin form crawled thru into the dark room. This was how he entered your apartment most of the time. He was sure that you'd be asleep at a time like this, expecting to come in and just cuddle up with you and say hi in the morning, so when he entered the room he was surprised to see you awake, and masturbating right in front of him.

He could barely see you, the only light in the room being the tiny cast from the moon coming thru the window, and the illumination from your phone screen. Suddenly he heard you give a throaty moan and it instantly made him hard. What could possibly have you so worked up at 2:45 in the morning? And then he glanced at your screen, seeing his contact and remembering the whiney voice message he sent you hours ago.

He smirked, and then glanced up to your face. Your eyes were closed and your eye brows furrowed. That familiar expression of pleasure made him switch. He realized that you didn't know he was there, so he decided to sit for a bit and enjoy the show. Surely you wouldn't mind.

About a minute passed before the voice message stopped again. You opened your eyes to hit play once more, but as soon as you did, you saw dabi leaning against the wall, pumping his own dick. You jumped, not expecting him to be there. "Jesus Christ—" you breathed out. He smirked, not stopping his movement. "Sorry doll, didn't mean to scare ya." He pushed off the wall and took a few steps closer to your bed. "But please... Don't stop on my account." Your face flushed red and if it weren't for the lack of light, he'd be able to see just what his voice did to you. You didn't move for a second, and then you felt his hand run up the length of your thigh. "...unless you'd rather I take over." he stared into your eyes with that familiar lustful smirk painted on his lips. He already knew your answer.

He reached up and removed your earbuds so you could hear him clearly. Setting them, and your phone back on your night stand. As he leaned over you to move your things, you spoke. "you're back early." He smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek. "I missed you." He kissed you again on your shoulder as you heard him kick his shoes off next to the bed. "Now let me take care of you just like I promised."

He was on top of you now, lavishing your neck with sloppy kisses, leaving marks like he always did. Claiming his territory. His hand slid up your waist, pushing the fabric of his shirt up and over your breasts. He pushed his knee in-between your legs, forcing them to spread for him. As if you'd even resist.

His teeth sunk into the soft skin at the base of your neck and you whined right next to his ear. His grip on your breast tightened and he groaned against your skin. One of your arms wrapped around his neck and ran your fingers thru his inky black hair. The other around his back, pulling at his T-shirt, wanting it off. He pulled away from you, sitting on his knees and tugged it over his head. Your hands immediately found his abdomen in the dark, feeling his mixed skin and cold metal against your palms. You sat up and lowered your hands to his belt, leaving soft kisses on his stomach.

He rested a hand on the back of your head, lacing his fingers in your hair gently. Once you unbuckled his pants, you pulled them down over his hips along with his boxers. It flong out at you, throbbing and needy for attention. You took it in your hand and teased his tip with your tongue. You could taste the precum that started to leak from his slit as he let out a few breathy moans. "I missed you too" you finally replied, your voice breathy and seductive. It sent goosebumps down his forearms and he closed his eyes. He let out a deep sigh of pleasure when you planted another gentle kiss on his tip. His eyes opened and met yours, staring up at him in the dim light from the window. His rough palm cupped your face, finding comfort in your soft skin. "Show me just how much you missed me." The desire in his voice was unmistakable with the way his words came out as a growl of demand more than a request.

You opened your mouth and sank yourself around him, letting your tongue coat the underside of his shaft with wet saliva. The moan he let out was sinful. He'd been craving you for days. Desperate for the pleasure you gave him that no one else could ever match.

His eyes were fixed on yours as he watched his dick disappear down your throat over and over again. You always took him so well. There's no way he'd last much longer with the way you were swallowing him whole. Especially having gone a whole week with nothing but his hand. He started twitching and throbbing, and then you heard him stutter out some words. N-no shit ngh~ "

He pulled out of your mouth quickly with a few heavy breaths. "You are too fucking good at that angel." You smiled at him, wiping your mouth with your wrist. He let out a small chuckle before grabbing your neck and pushing you down on the bed. "My turn." He caught your whimper with a kiss so deep you felt your pussy throb. He pushed the shirt over your breasts once again and sucked on one of your hardened nipples. Your face was burning as that tingly pleasure went straight to your core. Your legs tried to instinctively close, but they were trapped open by him in-between them.

He trailed wet kisses over skin, simultaneously pulling your panties over your hips and past your thighs. He took his lips off of you only long enough to completely remove them and discard them somewhere in the dark room. With bent knees, you spread your legs for him once more and he lowered himself to level with your mattress. He kissed the inside of your thigh softly, putting both your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your other thigh the same way before sinking into your heat. The flat of his tongue covered your folds and dragged across them before tracing circles around your sensitive bud. His hands encircled your things and held them tight when you whimpered. He did the same motion again, taunting you with his slow ministrations. His tongue teased at your entrance and pushed past your pulsating hole. He swirled his tongue around, poking that gummy pressure point at your entrance that most men didn't even know existed. It made you arch your back and cry out a few whimpers. He pushed on it again and you saw stars.

He continues to go back and forth between sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. You were getting so close and then he groaned against you, vibrating the parts of you that were in his mouth and that tipped you over the edge. Loud moans came pouring out of you and your thighs clamped around his head. Your hips tried to buck upwards but he gripped your waist and held you down. His tongue did not stop until your screams and cries faded into heavy breathing with small whimpers from your sensitivity and he felt your throbbing aftershock as he pulled away.

He wiped his mouth with his wrist, just as you did, and came back up to pepper soft kisses on your cheek and neck. He whispered in your ear. "I'll never get tired of the way you taste." And kissed your neck again. He was a gentle lover, even when he was rough he did indeed always take such good care of you.

Your arms wrapped around his back and pulled him closer to you. At the same time he pushed your legs as far up as they'd let him, letting his dick slide between your folds a few times. "Dabi, please~" you whined. How could he deny your begging? He pulled his hips back and pushed slowly inside you. The both of you moaning into each other's mouths. "Why are you always ngh~ so damn tight?" Your nails dug into his back as he dragged himself almost completely out of you and back in again. It was a big stretch, but not painful at all. Tears welled in your eyes just a little and he smirked, kissing the spot on your cheek where one fell. "You're so pretty...ngh~ and all mine." He picked up his pace now, pistong into you while he had you in a mating press. And there it was, his whiney moans in your ear just like the voice message he sent you. It made your walls tighten around him which only made him whimper more. He grabbed onto one of your hands, interlocking your fingers and pushing it down into the mattress. The other snaked around your arched back, holding you even closer to him. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest and his face buried in the crook of your neck, leaving more bite marks.

His hips snapped into you again and again and he started to throb once more. Your cord was on the verge of snapping. He lifted himself off of you a little to rub circles on your clit with his thumb. "Cum for me angel. F-fuck~ can you do that me? Be a good girl and cum for me nguh-" His voice sent you toppling over into another orgasm and you squeezed him so tight that his eyes rolled in the back of his head, seeing stars as he emptied himself in you. Filling you to the brim with his sticky white cum. He didn't even stop, or slow down, he just fucked his seed deeper into you for a few more minutes until his adrenaline wore out.

He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy in your ear. You struggled to catch your breath as well, rubbing his back where you'd left marks before. Eventually your breathing evened out and you heard the tiniest snore. "Baby?" You whispered, moving some of the hair from his face to take a look at him. Sure enough, he'd passedout while cock-warming himself inside you. He must have been so exhausted from the long mission, plus coming home to take care of you.

You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, settling your head on the pillow and letting his breathing lull you to sleep.

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