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angelfoxx · 9 months

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I just know Keegan looks so god damn hot in his casual clothing, going to bed in loose grey boxers and an old band shirt that rides up his stomach when he lies down, AND GOOD GOD his happy traillll😫I feel like he’s one of those guys with really bushy happy trails, doesn’t even know how sexy you find it. He’s lying in bed, one of his big arms around your shoulders while reading an old book. Raises an eyebrow when your hand starts wandering up his thigh, fingertips dipping under the waistband of his boxers..

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ❝ NEED SOMETHING? ❞

…in which keegan entertains your perversions.

FEATURING: keegan p russ.

WARNINGS: keegan being a sexy motherfucker. also me giving him a tatted sleeve because it’s sexy and who the hell is gonna tell me no. also me drooling over his happy trail bc HAPPY TRAILS HAPPY TRAILS LOOOOOOOORD

NOTE/S: oh my god

It’s not your fault, really. Feeling like this. It’s not your fault.

It’s his.

He’s not ignoring you. His arm, slung up on your shoulders, is just a heavy, toned reminder that he’s with you. His attention is just elsewhere.

You aren’t totally sure what book he’s reading. Probably something of Stephen King’s. Last week, it had been Christine. The week prior, It. You hadn’t bothered checking; if it was a low-stress week, he’d tell you all about it once he finished it, true book-critic style. In any case, he’s got the thing casually in his lap, spread open by a splayed hand. He’s got a simple silver band on his middle finger, gnarled and twisted like barbed wire — every now and then, he taps it, just an occasional beat of sound as if to remind you that he’s right there.

You’re ogling his hand, now. He doesn’t seem to notice.

Your eyes travel upward. He’s got a pretty sleeve of black-and-white tattoos; churning ocean waves, storm-battered whitecaps, tossing ships. He’d explained it the first time you’d seen it; something about how he found peace in the chaos of an ocean storm. Just standing in a place where there was no resistance that he could give. Surrendering to the fury of nature. Something like that. It’s…um, attractive. Yeah. You swallow and resist the sudden urge to squeeze your legs together.

The top of that sleeve — thick, billowing clouds — vanishes under the edge of his tee. Charcoal-gray, emblazoned with the title of an old rock band that you’d never really heard of prior to meeting him. He’s still wearing his dog-tag, hanging on a silver chain around his neck and rising on his chest every time he breathes.

Christ, you should stop staring.

His shirt’s ridden up on his stomach, and god, you really shouldn’t look because then you won’t be able to look away. But you do look, because what are you if not a swooning idiot for the sniper sitting beside you?

Every time he breathes, his stomach sinks in and you can see the outline of his abs. God. Fucking Christ. You can see the outline of his abs but not really the middle, because along the middle he’s proudly sporting a long line of short black curls.

You’re basically salivating.

He’s just got some loose gray boxers on, sitting dangerously low on his hips. He’s left the v-line of his hips exposed; your senses are on high alert, eyes catching on every little mole spotting his waist, every little white scar, the edge of the paw-print tattoos he has just below his stomach (it’s where Riley’s front feet go when the dog stands up on his hind legs, tail wagging and tongue lolling), and it’s such a cute little tattoo but your thoughts are anything but and—

“Don’t forget to blink.”

You flinch like you’ve been shot. Your mind goes blank, and your gaze shoots upward.

Tiny smirk caught in the corner of his mouth, Keegan looks down at you with lidded, quietly humored eyes. They seem brilliantly blue, moreso than usual — though maybe that’s just the lighting in here. His hair’s a mess; short and still damp from his earlier shower, undercut scrubbing against your arm as he turns his head, just a little, one eyebrow raised. There’s a little scar through his left one; the hair splits unevenly there. You’ve told him several times that you find it sexy.

He agrees.

“What?” Your mouth feels like it’s filled with a fat wad of cotton. You feel like your thoughts are visible in your eyes.

“Don’t play stupid.” His response is honey-smooth. “I’m not dumb.”

“I didn’t say y…you were.” You swallow. “I’m just sitting here.”

“Mm.” Keegan narrows his eyes. “Mhm.”

And then he goes back to that book.

It’s kind of ridiculous, how hard you stare at his hand holding that book open. It’s almost pathetic, actually. You’re sure he’d say the same if he knew exactly what thoughts were running through your head right now. Pinkie finger on one page, index on the other, middle and ring both resting so lightly along the inseam of the spine.

Christ.

Trying to shake yourself out of your own head, you turn yourself inwards. Keegan needs no words; his arm tightens around you, hand sliding down to your hip and tugging it over so that you’re fully facing his side, head resting against his chest and body slung down along his leg. It’s comfortable like this; it goes without saying that he’s built like a motherfucker and so his pec is a comfortable resting-place for your head. He’s warm, too, deliciously so; his body heat seeps up through his tee, prickling against your skin. He’s comfy, so comfy; on other nights, you’d fallen asleep like this, cuddled up to his side with one of his arms wrapped around you. Those nights were sweet; when time started to slow and all of your senses started to bleed together, you always heard him call your name, so quiet you wouldn’t catch it if you were awake. When you didn’t answer, he’d laugh — and then you’d hear the rustle of sheets as he stooped over and pressed a little kiss to the top of your head.

You weren’t totally sure if he knew that you knew he did that.

Tonight, though, you can’t do that. You can’t fathom it, because your hand is just itching to move. It’s just casually resting against his thigh — god, his fucking thighs, hard and thick and oh, you have to stop ogling him. You have to stop thinking about how that muscle feels, flexing so slightly under your hand as it moves up.

Moves up?

Oh.

Oops.

Keegan doesn’t say anything when your hand cups the warm spot between his legs. He lets out a short breath — it almost sounds like a laugh. There’s a curve taking shape on his lips, and his eyes glint with humor as he shifts, purposefully pushing his pelvis so slightly up into your palm.

The weight of his dick pushes between your fingers and your legs instinctively snap together. Above you, Keegan’s breath cracks into a nearly-silent laugh.

He’s onto you.

You bite your lip, risking a glance up at him as you do. He isn’t looking at you; he’s still reading, hawkish blue eyes scanning from left to right, over and over again. The hand on your hip lightly squeezes a handful of your thigh.

His hips roll so slightly up again. He’s daring you to continue.

Cocky sonofabitch. You swallow as you move your hand up, up, over the slight angular swell of his abdomen and up past the elastic of his boxers. For a moment, you rake your fingers up his abs and you shudder in response to the way his stomach flexes and his breathing oh-so-slightly breaks.

No words. Just the sound of him turning the page.

Bitch. You bite your tongue as you shift your head around. You can hear his heart thumping beneath your ear, and — god fucking dammit — it’s not beating quicker at all. It’s like you can’t disturb him. Get under his skin like he gets under yours.

You pick at the elastic of his waistband. On one hand? You’re rubbing your legs together, biting your tongue, and there’s a million and one dirty images in your head. You can practically hear Keegan’s growl in your ear: too needy to sit still, princess?

But on the other hand, he’s being mean. He’s ignoring you and all of your signs. And you kind of want to just roll over and go to sleep and maybe, just maybe, he’d been hoping for you to go further.

But you won’t. So he’ll get frustrated, and then it’ll be him slowly reaching his hand under the elastic of your waistband, fingers curving over the shape of your body and feeling for wet warmth. He’ll breathe in your ear with that stupid rasp of his and he’ll ask, voice raw, if you were really planning on hanging me out to dry like that? and you’ll say maybe I was.

Or he’ll get frustrated, but he’ll reach into his own pants. He’ll leave you alone, but you’ll wake up to the quiet sound of his muted groans and his hand stroking back and forth under the thin material of his boxers and then maybe he’ll do that thing where he tips his head back, swallows, and his eyes flutter shut and he cursed, quiet and hoarse.

Or maybe—

“Cold feet?” There he is again, short phrases and little questions. He’s not looking at you; he’s looking at his book, tilting his head as he turns the page. He raises an eyebrow to you, tongue clasped between his teeth.

“What?”

No response this time. Keegan’s eyes shift over to you; he cocks his head in your direction, and under that messy black mop of hair and those thick black lashes that you’ve always been envious of, Keegan silently asks if you’re really going to play this fucking dumb.

You’ve arrived at a stalemate. You don’t move. He doesn’t speak. You two just stare at each other, blinking back-and-forth like a tennis volley until Keegan finally sighs and looks away. His eyes return to the book.

You’re about to snap, ready to rip the godforsaken thing out of his lap, when the hand on your hip shifts. His arm lifts off of your back; it pulls around your shoulders instead, crushing you into his armpit.

His fingers clasp around your wrist, and you catch the undeniable edge of a smirk on his face before he takes your hand and pulls it into his pants.

get fucking cliffhanger’d bitches

#cod smut #call of duty smut #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #keegan x reader #keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #keegan smut #cod keegan #LORDDDD

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eddiesbigolepp · 2 years

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is it in there?

synopsis: eddie sneaks into his girlfriends room for some fun, but her little brother doesn’t know when to quit.

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

warnings: flirty eddie, suggestive language, swearing, touchy eddie, the littlest bit of perv!eddie, a little smutty

word count: 1662

the loud squeak from your bed pulled your attention away from the book you were reading. your eyes flash up from your page and you smile when you see your leather clad boyfriend laid on your bed with a grin.

“hey, doll face,” he beams, rolling off the bed to walk over to you. he’s smooth, like always, it was effortless the way he climbed through your first floor window without a hitch.

“hi,” you mumble as he leans down for a kiss. its simple, and passionate. like he hasn’t seen you in years even though he saw you at school today a couple of hours ago. when he pulls away he pinches your cheeks, spreading the already growing blush on your cheeks.

“whatcha reading, sweetheart?” he says, pulling your book down by the spine. he lifts your legs over his lap and sits next to you on your little loveseat.

“the dark half,” you answer, crossing your legs in his lap.

“stephen king? i wonder what turned you onto that book?” he jokes letting go of the book in your hand.

“seemed interesting,” you mutter, eyes flashing up at him quickly before flicking back down to the page.

“whats a sweet little girl like you reading stephen king for?” he asks, shaking his head at you.

“i told you, it seemed interesting,” you giggle lightly, closing your book over your finger to save the page. “did you need something munson?” you question cocking your head slightly.

“i don’t know, maybe another kiss?” he smirks pushing his face toward yours, eyes closed and waiting. when you meet his lips, he smiles against them, humming happily.

“now let me read,” you mumble against his lips and pull away, opening your book again.

“whatttt?” he frowns, rubbing little circles into your knee. “but i came all this way, you’re just read your life away while i sit here, bored out of my mind?” he whines, starting with the dramatics.

“oh please, you just came here because you were lonely,” you respond, rolling your eyes at him.

“not true! i missed you, and i wanted to see your pretty face.” he answers with a cheesy grin.

“or you just wanted someone to cuddle,” you counter, raising your brows at him.

“shouldn’t you be happy that i come to you for some attention?” he returns, leaning his head on his shoulder with a larger smile than before. “drop that book and come hang out with me,” he whines a little.

“whats the magic word?” you ask, trying to annoy him playfully.

“you’re the most amazing girl in the world..” he answers, leaning in for a kiss.

“close.. but no,” you giggle, kissing him back anyway. “it was ‘please’ dummy.”

“whatever,” he rolls his eyes in fake annoyance. “lets go to the bed,” he laughs, scooping you up from your seat on the couch and standing with you in his arms. he tosses you on the bed lightly, head at the foot of the bed, walking around to lock your door before crawling next to you.

“cute shorts, princess,” he says, snapping the waistband against your hip.

“you only think of one thing don’t you,” you laugh slapping his hand away.

“no… i really did miss you, you know,” he mumbles, pulling your close to his chest. z

“is that so?” you mutter, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“always, honey.” he smiles softly at you.

it was like clockwork; he sneaks in, steals a kiss, distracts you from what you’re doing, and ultimately gets you into bed with him. that was the easy part.

the knock on the door made him groan, this was the hard part.

“yes?” you answer sweetly, making his eyes soften just a bit.

“hey, uh have you seen my walkie?” dustin voice says, muffled by the door.

“you left it on the counter in the kitchen,” you reply, looking at the door and watching the knob shake.

“why’s the door locked?” he questions, making eddie roll his eyes and huff in annoyance. all he wanted was one night of complete alone time.

“studying! and you’re distracting me dustin, i have to pass this physics test.” you complain getting up off the bed. you open the door partially, only letting dustin see your frame and the couch behind you.

eddie stares at you. youre wearing the one white t-shirt he owned and what he thinks is the tiniest pair of shorts known to man. socks pulled up yo different levels. hair messy and pulled out of your face as you talk to dustin.

as much as he hates being interrupted, he cant help but admire you as you lean against the door frame.

“dustin, i swear its on the counter, i moved it out of the way when i got my water earlier.” you explain, shaking your head at him.

“i checked the whole house but your room, is it in there? is that why your room is locked?” he says trying to barrel through the door, “its gotta be in there, just let me in!” he says, hands flying around as he explains.

“i can literally see it from here.” you retort, pointing at the counter. when he turns his head you close the door behind him and sigh, locking it again.

you saunter over to the bed again, climbing in and curling into his chest. “that kid has the literal worst timing.” eddie grumbles.

you climb into his lap, each leg straddling either side of him and you lean down to kiss him. “aww is someone mad that they can’t get their fill?”

“yes! in fact i am!” he laughs, bringing his hands to your waist. “as a matter of fact, come here,” he mumbles, trailing one of his hands up your back and to your face. he guides your lips to his slowly, sensually, taking his time as he starts to kiss you passionately.

every kiss has heat behind it, slowly but sure growing more intense as you bring you hands to his hair. you moan lightly into his mouth as his hand squeezes you hip tightly in his grasp.

“someones a little desperate for some attention.” you joke pulling away from the kiss, lips swollen.

“what can i say?” he starts, dragging his lips down to your neck and pressing wet kisses against your throat. “those little shorts always get me going.” he chuckles darkly, sucking on your neck and bringing the hand on your hip down to the curve of your ass.

another knock pulls the two of you out of your little world and you sit up in his lap.

“yes?” you say sweetly, despite the annoyed expression on your face.

“honey, i made brownie- why’s your door locked hun?”

“sorry mom im just trying to study and dustin keeps trying to come in.” you explain, rolling off of his lap with a sigh. you open the door and take two brownies off her tray and smile. “thanks for the fuel! now i’ve really got to study mom!” you close the door with a smile and a wave.

you walk back over to eddie who’s laid on your bed, pinching the space between his brows, obviously frustrated.

“aww, babe, whats wrong?” you say, straddling him again, “did you miss me?” you giggle leaning down to kiss his cheek.

he nods, turning his face to yours to steal a kiss from you again. “just come here.” he mumbles, pulling your face to his again. the intensity is dialed to 100 as he kisses you eagerly.

he just wanted to unravel you like usual, like you two were back at his trailer and all over each other. he pulled you in close by your waist, already escalating the kiss to something much more. he’s got you grinding down against him, kissing you without even coming up for air.

he ruts against you, trying to somehow block the rest of the world out from the intimate moment you were sharing. and feeling your moan into his mouth only eggs him on more. his hands come down to your butt and he squeezes harder than before, slapping your cheeks lightly.

the squeal that leaves your lips makes him groan and kiss you harder. the kiss is powerful, only one you receive when he’s desperate for something, anything. he would be happy if you just kissed his stomach a few times.

theres a whine that leaves your lips and it sends him into a frenzy. he pushes your hips down into his lap and throws his head back, moving against your mound with fervor. he leans up to kiss you again, lips red and swollen as he presses them against yours.

then theres yet another knock.

he groans as you roll off of him and he just lays there, with a dumbfounded expression. his lips parted and panting out quietly. he runs a hand through his hair as you walk to the door.

“yes?” you answer swinging the door open quickly.

“i just wanted to ask if you wanted the last brownie,” dustin questions trying to peek into you room.

“no dustin, i already took two.” you answer sweetly.

“oh okay then, thanks!” he smiles, one you can never stay mad at.

“of course, now is there anything else? dustin i cant get interrupted again. im gonna forget everything.” you frown.

“fine, fine i’ll leave you alone, just don’t wake up late i’ve got a test in the morning!” he calls out walking away. you sigh, closing the door and leaning against it.

you saunter over to the bed and giggle, straddling his lap once more. you push his shirt up with your hands and bite your lip. “where were we?” you ask, sly smirk spread across your face as you lean down to bite his ear.

he presses your cheeks together and you can feel his lips curl up into a sick grin, “sugar, don’t start something you cant finish.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months

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Helping Hand 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

A week in and you’re… efficient. Rather, self-sufficient. You can’t say you’re confident but you are starting to figure it out.

The till isn’t so confounding and the customers not so intimidating. It’s easy enough to ask how their day is, if they found everything, and get the rung through. You’ve learned quickly if only to keep Giselle from rolling her eyes at you.

That day, you’re closing. Less than an hour now and you walk the floor, checking for any errant customers to remind them of the coming deadline. There aren’t many, a tall college student wandering through the history section and a couple of older men chatting over a stack of Stephen King classics.

You head down the rear all and feel the buzz in your pocket. You ignore it. Any calls you’re getting, you’re in no hurry to answer. You sigh and pass an aisle, movement twitching at the edge but you don’t bother looking over.

As you get to the next row, you hear your name. You turn back as you see the man’s head just over the top of the shelf before he turns down the same aisle. He must be the speck you ignored.

“Oh, hi,” you smile, wiping away your worries; you’re at work. “Jonathan, right?”

“You remember,” he preens, “I was hoping you’d be around.”

“You… were?” You hesitate. Your phone buzzes. A short jitter signaling a voicemail.

“Ah, yes, I was hoping for some advice,” he puts his hand on the slender wall of the shelf, “I am gift hunting and I can’t seem to pin down an idea. I thought most people love a book but I fear choosing something utterly boring.”

“Oh, well, uh, who are we buying for?” You wonder.

“She’s about your age, I think. So I thought…”

He’s married. Of course, why wouldn’t he be. You don’t know why that disappoints you. It shouldn’t. He’s only friendly and you’re a poor divorcee. Another buzz in your pocket.

“Well, you could get her a nice bookmark and maybe a cookbook?” You had loved your cookbooks. You miss them dearly.

“Mmm, she doesn’t do much cooking. More the type to order in or eat out,” he pulls his hand back and crosses one arm over his chest, bending the other to tap his chin.

“Does she sew? Or do any crafts?” You prod, searching for options. “Or maybe she likes fashion?”

“She does spend a lot on clothes,” he chuckles.

“Well, if you’d rather a novel, you really can’t go wrong with a thriller. They tend to be fast-paced and easy to read.”

He nods thoughtfully and drops his arms, pushing back his jacket as he slides his hands into his pants, “do you like them?”

“Like… what?”

“Thrillers? Perhaps you have a specific suggestion?”

“Ah, well, John Grisham. He’s always good,” you turn, “I’ll show you where they are.”

“Thank you. Always helpful, darling.”

You’re happy he can’t see your face. That last word makes your chest twinge. He’s so nice. It makes you sad to think you would never have one of those. A nice man. Your pants buzz again.

“Why don’t you have a look,” you present the books with a wave, “and I’ll be back to answer any questions you have. I just need to finish my walk through.”

“Certainly,” he agrees, reaching to trace a fingertip down the spine of a book.

You smile and rush away. You’re just going to turn your phone on silent and deal with it later. As you peek at the screen, you see the same name, over and over. What could he want?

You scroll through the onslaught of Andy’s messages. It’s just like living with him. It never stops. His last text is all caps; CALL ME.

You reply, ‘working for fifteen more minutes. Can’t.’

“You didn’t get too far,” Jonathan startles you and you quickly slide your phone away, “what do you think of this one?”

He holds up a copy of The Whistler. You nod, “it’s not bad. Main character is a woman, so probably a good choice for them.”

“Wonderful, and you suggested a bookmark?”

“Yes, er, over here,” you beckon him onward and take him to the swiveling rack of bookmarks, “these ones are especially nice, I think.”

You point to the thick leather bookmarks with the tassel strings attached and a few charms at the end. He leans in and examines the different colours. He clucks, “I really can be indecisive. If I recall,” he unhooks the same style you suggested, “she was preferable to pink.”

“Great,” you declare, “perfect gift.”

“Hope so,” he agrees, “I’m sorry, am I keeping you? You’re eager to be rid of me.”

“No, not at all, I didn’t mean to hurry you,” you assure him, “I’m sorry. It’s been a very long day and–”

“And you’ve been on your feet. You must be tired,” he suggests, but not in a sarcastic way. “I forget it is so late.”

“Really, it’s okay, I didn’t mean to come off as sharp.”

“Relax,” he taps his knuckles on the book, “you’ve been a wonderful help. Really. I’ll be sure to put your name on the survey.”

“Uh, thanks,” you swallow, “have a good night.”

“You as well,” he raises his handful and nods before striding off.

You groan, cringing as your chest threatens to cave in on itself. Why are you so awkward? You’re so bad at this job. Like everything else.

There’s a scratchy noise. It catches your ear and you swear, it sounds just like your name. Shit! You pull out your phone, the timer is ticking. You must have pocket-dialed. You bring the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello!” Andy booms, “Christ. We have something important to talk about.”

“Right, I told you, I’m at work–”

“You called me. Don’t waste my time. My mother’s birthday–”

“Andy, we’re not married anymore.”

“I know that. She asked me to tell you she wants you at her party. She always liked you. For whatever reason.”

You don’t take the bait. You don’t have to please him anymore. He filed for divorce, he made that choice.

“I’ll check my schedule–”

“Who were you talking to?” He interrupts.

“A customer,” you keep your voice down, “speaking of, I need to get back–”

“You were real nice to him, weren’t you?”

“Good night, Andy.”

You hang up. You don’t know how he’s still paranoid when you’re not even together. Jackass.

#jonathan pine #dark jonathan pine #dark!jonathan pine #jonathan pine x reader #drabble #au #series #bookstore au #the night manager #helping hand

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charlottan · 28 days

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What are your best book recommendations? Fiction and nonfiction both welcome

THANKS FOR ASKING 😁!!!!!!!!!! i have no clue what sort of reader you are so here are just a few of my favorites

first off i simply Must tell you about billy summers by stephen king. its a thriller about an assassin whose last job is a setup. classic premise. but hes also a writer and has War Trauma 😲 i read this book faster than anything in recent memory or maybe ever at all- like half of its ~600 pages in a week which is an INSANE pace for me. cannot recommend this enough on the offchance that its your thing even nearly as much as it was mine. it feels weird calling it my favorite stephen king over Everything Else ive read from him but but it kind of earned the title i guess LOL

then i need need need to recommend house of leaves. not much to say about this one its just really good especially towards the end, and not just because thats when the Gimmick of the fucked up text gets more intense lol

then of course slaughterhouse five by kurt vonnegut<3 or breakfast of champions or sirens of titan!!! you have so many good vonneguts to choose from you can hardly go wrong (just dont start with player piano)

then a book thats kinda weird but Really Interesting is dhalgren. by Samuel R. Delaney. its a speculative fiction sci fi from 1975 that touches on topics of race, sexuality, and gender, in an Evil City where some mysterious apocalypse happened (it is never explained What Happened) and a bisexual half native american man called Kidd must have as much sex as possible. its really really cool. plus the last chapter has fucked up text kinda like house of leaves lol

another great book is hitchhikers guide to the galaxy! again not much to say, this is just a classic for a reason

then theres piranesi by susanna clarke!! its about a House (castle) with many many rooms that one mentally ill Special Boy must uncover the Secrets of. really dreamy sort of book i wish i could smoke weed with Piranesi

another book i love is the name of the wind! fantasy book by patrick rothfuss about a boy who loses his whole acting troupe family and decides to pursue magic. its a liiiiittle bit male chauvinist and purple prosey in an annoying way but the magic system is really interesting and the characters are great

speaking of fantasy theres also discworld<3 just pick a book u cant go wrong

so there you go:) hope you find something you like among these, or even anywhere else, because reading is a beautiful adventure!!!

#asks #book talk

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lovesickonmybed · 6 months

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some nights they get so bad you almost pick up the phone | (3/?)

chapter two | masterlist

eddie munson x OC | word count - 3025

summary | a surprise visit at work leads to a drunk phone call

warnings | violence, swearing, underage drinking, abandonment, allusions to self harm and child abuse, sexual content, and dark thoughts.

a/n | this chapter got really dark so sorry in advance. listen to g.i.n.a.s.f.s. by fall out boy while reading.

taglist | @lelenikki , @bimbobaggins69

I wake up falling out of my bed as my alarm clock goes off. Fuck. I totally forgot I worked today. I peel myself up off the floor and turn off my alarm clock. I grab a patchwork button down and a pair of dark blue jeans to wear to work today. I go to my bathroom and put my hair into two braids and do some light makeup. I work at a bookstore two miles from my apartment and I bike to work every shift. I grab my bike lock and put it into my backpack along with my wallet and my cassette player and headphones. I put some tapes in my bag too. I grab my blue bike helmet and start biking to work. On my way there a car pulls up near me, keeping the same speed. The passenger throws something at me but thankfully I dodge it, they yell, “SLUT!” before speeding off. “What the actual fuck?” I mumble to myself as I keep biking. I arrive at work with no more incidents and lock my bike up outside the shop.

I walk inside and greet my manager before putting my stuff up in the back and grabbing my name tag. My job is usually pretty quiet, a majority of the people who come in are looking for a book for school or are some nice more nerdy types who want some recommendations. It’s clearly going to be slow today so I tune the radio to the rock station and grab a copy of Carrie by Stephen King. I've read it like a million times but it never gets old. I hum along to the radio until my boss brings me some books to re-shelve. I take the cart and start going around to re-shelve the books. I’m in the romance section when I feel myself get shoved back against the shelves. The air is knocked out of me and a hand covers my mouth. I open my eyes and I’m face to face with Billy Hargrove. Shit.

“Did you miss me, sweetheart? Because I sure missed you,” He smirks.

Panic rises in me, and my palms sweat, my hands beginning to shake. My eyes are wide with fear and my brows furrow with worry. Billy has his hand on my hip pinning me to the shelf, I can already tell it’ll bruise. I speak despite his hand covering my mouth, “Y-You’re hurting me, Billy,” My words muffled by his hand.

“I know I am. Y’know, it wasn’t very nice of you and that freak to humiliate me like that, sweetheart,” he says before removing his hand from my mouth. He plays with my hair, twirling it around before sharply tugging on it. I wince in pain and squeeze my eyes shut.

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t know he was going to do that, I swear!” I try to defend myself.

He shoves me back harder, my head coming into contact with the shelf painfully, I groan in pain and rub the back of my head.

“I honestly don’t give a shit, I need you to give your little lover boy a message for me. Can your pathetic little brain handle that, sweetheart?” He asks.

“He doesn't even like me. Why don’t you tell him yourself?” I spit back.

He grabs my hair at the root and holds it tightly and painfully, “You’re going to give him the message or I’ll make your sad excuse of a life even worse than it already is, got it bitch?”

Tears prick my eyes as I nod, “G-Got it.”

He smiles wide, “Good. Tell him that if he ever fucks with me like that again I’ll carve up more than his locker next time. Maybe next time it’ll be you, sweetheart.”

My breath hitches in my throat and I gulp, “I-I’ll tell him.”

“Good, I would hate to hurt a pretty little thing like you,” he smirks before walking off.

I don’t relax until I hear him leave through the shop door. I run to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup, and to see how my hip is doing. When I look in the mirror, my jaw drops in shock. I have mascara running down my face and my hair is messy as hell. I fix my hair and wipe off the tears. Then I go into a stall to look at my hip, there’s already a small bruise forming from how hard he was grabbing me. “Fuck…” I mumble. I lay my head back against the stall wall and sigh.

I walk out of the bathroom and make a beeline to my manager, “Hey um, I hate to ask, but can I use the office phone for a personal call? It’s really really important, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t.”

He looks at me with concern but nods, “Of course Viv, go ahead, honey.” I thank him and then head into the office and dial the number I’ve had memorized for years. My mouth goes dry as it rings, it goes on for a while and I worry he might not pick up. But finally he does.

“Munson residence, what is so damn important that you have to interrupt my campaign?”

I’m too nervous to speak at first but I stutter out, “P-Please don’t hang up. Billy just came to my work and I-”

“Vivian? What the fuck are you calling me for?” He whisper yells into the phone.

“Please, just let me explain! I wouldn’t call you just for shits and giggles. Billy just came into my work and told me to tell you that if you fuck with him again, then he’s gonna carve up more than just your locker. He threatened me too and thanks to him I’ve got a pounding headache and bruise on my hip,” I rant.

I hear Eddie sigh into the phone, “Seriously?”

“Why would I make something like this up? I can come over and show you the bruise myself!”

“I don’t want to see you,” Eddie says abruptly.

I say nothing back; I don’t even know what to say. I feel tears welling up in my eyes again.

“J-Just watch your back…you know what he’s capable of. Okay?” I say before hanging up, my voice wavering as I speak. It’s clear in my voice that I’m on the verge of tears. I collect myself before going back out and thanking my manager for letting me use the phone.

I go back to restocking the shelves and keep my eye out for anyone else who plans on coming in to fuck with me. I’m on edge the whole day, I spend my entire lunch break in the back to avoid everyone. I continue to read Carrie as I eat my lunch. She’s always been one of my favorite book characters. I relate to her anger and her isolation. Whenever I read the book, I feel protective over her, if people treated me like that everyday I’d snap too.

When I go back out after my lunch I notice the store is pretty busy, I help customers find books and ring them up once I help them make their selections. The rest of my shift is pretty busy as I assist customers and re-shelve books. Finally, at 7pm my shift is over and I grab my stuff out of the back before saying bye to my manager for the night. As I unlock my bike, I see my back tire is slashed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I yell. I kick the post that’s nearby and regret it immediately as sharp pain shoots through my foot. “FUCK!”

I gather myself and start walking back home with my bike in the dark. I stay far off from the road so I don’t risk getting hit. I take an hour to walk back home and when I get home, I’m a sweaty pissed off mess. I lock my bike up even though I know nobody is gonna steal it with a giant fucking hole in the tire. I swear if I knew how I’d put a goddamn hex on Billy Hargrove.

“Mom! I’m home!” I yell as I walk into the apartment. I set my bike helmet by the door and unpack my backpack. My mom isn’t home like I had hoped she was. I see a note on the fridge and sigh. ‘Going to be gone for a week, I left money for Pizza. Aunt Gina is sick.’ I groan and grab the money off the counter to order some pizza. I call and place an order before getting comfortable on the couch and turning on a horror movie, I’m cuddled up into a blanket when the phone rings. It scares the shit out of me and I go flying off the couch. Horror movies may not scare me too badly but loud sounds definitely do. Once I get up off the floor, I run to the phone to answer.

“Hello?”

“Viv?” Holy shit, it’s a voice I haven’t heard in forever. Veronica Ecker has called me.

“Y-Yeah? Um yeah it’s me, it’s Viv,” I ramble.

“I don’t know what the hell happened last night but stay away from Eddie. He’s talking about Billy Hargrove having it out for him and I swear to god if you don’t get that asshole to back off of Eddie then I’ll have it out for you!” Before I can even try to respond she slams the phone down, hanging it up immediately. I groan and pull at my hair.

“How do I manage to make everyone in Hawkins hate me, jesus fucking christ?!” I throw myself back down onto the couch and scream into a pillow until I can feel my rage subside. I get up off the couch and make my way over to the liquor cabinet and thank the lord that my mom doesn’t care if I drink. I make a rum and coke that’s definitely more rum than anything and drink it as I watch the movie, waiting for the pizza to arrive. I don’t know how I fucked things up so young, if I hadn’t gone to seek revenge over something so stupid I still could’ve had friends, could’ve actually had Eddie by now, instead I have a bottle of rum and a lonely ache that fills my bones. Sometimes I wonder if my dad had known how badly of a fuck up I’d be and that’s why he left, maybe I was already a fuck up as a kid. My grades weren’t great, I didn’t have many friends, I guess he knew I’d never get better, I’d just be a loser forever. I inherited his eyes, his anger, his love for the bottle. I wonder if he ever felt like this, if he left because he felt he wasn’t good enough. My mom never gave me his actual reason so I let my mind wander. I wonder if life is always this empty, this lonely, this cruel. I go to take another sip of my drink but the doorbell rings. Pizza’s here.

Most nights when I plan to get drunk I unplug my phone from the wall, I don’t trust myself to not call somebody I shouldn’t, but Eddie hates me even more now, Billy Hargrove wants me dead, and me simply leaving my house is social suicide so it’s not like I have much left to fuck up. I let myself stop caring, stuffing my face with pizza and washing it down with rum, not exactly my dream combination but who cares. With half the bottle gone it doesn’t take long for me to pick up the phone. My anger seeps out when I drink, but so does my sadness. I dial Eddie’s phone number; I know he’ll be up, he always is at this hour. The phone rings and rings until he finally picks up.

“Munson residence, who the fuck is calling at 2am?” He answers, angrily.

I smirk, I love that I’ve pissed him off, “Hey Eds. Miss me yet?” I laugh into the phone, taking another swig from the bottle.

“Jesus christ, what the hell do you want?” He asks. I know he’s rolling his eyes, I’m shocked he didn’t hang up as soon as he heard me honestly.

“Well, your good friend Ronnie called me up earlier. She didn’t sound too happy with me, thinks I sicked Hargrove on you like some junkyard dog. You didn’t tell her what a gentleman you were at the lake?” I tease. I’m fed up, I can’t hide it anymore. I’m angry at him, I’m angry at Billy, I’m angry at everyone.

“She called you?” He sounds confused.

“Yeah. Why don’t you tell her to get her fucking facts straight before threatening me, we both know I could take her in a fight anyway,” I’m slurring my words letting whatever pops into my head simply spill out of my mouth.

“Fuck,” he sighs, “Viv, are you drunk right now?”

“So what if I am? I’ve got nothing better to do right now and rum doesn’t taste too bad after a few sips,” I giggle.

Eddie sighs into the phone again, “How much have you had tonight?”

“Jesus christ, what are you my dad? Y’all both left anyway,” I mumble that last part.

Eddie goes silent.

“Sorry,” I hiccup. I feel sad again, I know I said something I shouldn’t have.

“Why’d you call me, Viv?” He asks softly.

“I don’t know…I don’t…” My voice trails off.

“I’m sorry, that Ronnie threatened you,” he says.

“It’s fine, I deserved it. It’s my fault we’re even in this shit. I shouldn’t have taken that dare,” I say sadly, I take another sip and curl into myself on the couch.

“It’s not your fault. Billy got what he deserved, well less than what he actually deserves. I made the choice to help you, I don’t regret it.”

I furrow my brows in confusion, “Why not? You haven’t spoken to me since the first day of Junior year. You hate my fucking guts, Eds.”

“No, I don’t. I-I…it’s all complicated, okay?” He sounds genuine, he sounds soft, it confuses me.

“You should. You should hate me. I-I’m a fucking disaster, I-I…I’m a shitty friend, I’m selfish, I’m angry…so goddamn angry all the time. I don’t like my friends, or well, ex-friends now I guess since they’re all groupies for that mullet wearing fuck. They’re so mean to you and your Hellfire friends, I-I try to get them to stop but they don’t care what I have to say…I-I could’ve tried harder to stop it, but I didn’t I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry I slept with Tommy too. I just…when I saw you that night with Nicole I couldn’t take it. She was so fucking cruel to me…and you…you slept with her anyway, you let her take your goddamned virginity Eddie! Why? Huh? God, I know she was your type but you couldn’t have picked someone else? Literally anybody-fucking-else!” I yell into the phone, letting my anger get the best of me. There are tears running down my face as I’m brought back to that night.

“I’m sorry for yelling, I’m sorry for calling you. I-I should go…” I mutter.

“Don’t! J-Just stay on the phone with me, okay? You shouldn’t be alone like this,” he says.

I cry harder, “I shouldn’t be with you when I’m like this either…I talk too much, let too much out. I should keep it in, keep the peace…”

“Fuck that, let it out. You’ve got a lot you wanna say to me, right? Go ahead, let me have it,” He chuckles into the phone.

“I try not to be angry in front of other people, I’ve got my fathers temper y’know…” I laugh dryly, wiping away my tears.

“I’m not much better and you know that, I can take it,” he replies.

“You shouldn’t have to.”

“But I will, so start talking.”

“Why’d you fuck her, Eds?” I ask, laying back on the couch and waiting for a response.

“Do you want to know the truth?” He sounds hesitant.

“I wouldn’t want anything else.”

“I…I thought that if I slept with her, if I let her get her story for her friends, that she’d lay off you. I didn’t like her…at all…and she was awful in bed, by the way.”

I laugh into the phone, “Was she really?”

“The worst, I swear she thought porn was the standard, I thought I’d have to gag her because of how over the top her moans were,” he laughs.

“Fuck…Tommy wasn’t good either. Well…I mean I didn’t really get to feel if he would’ve been or not…fuck I can’t believe I’m telling you this but, he umm,” I snort with laughter at the memory, “He was fucking my thighs the whole time thinking it was my vagina.”

I hear Eddie fall off of his couch and howl with laughter, he takes a good minute to catch his breath, “S-So you’re telling me that he didn’t even fuck you? Like…he just fucked your thighs like some virgin who’s never taken an anatomy class or been with a woman?” He laughs.

“Pretty much.”

“Holy shit…the other guys you’ve been with, I mean there had to be more than just Tommy, they’ve made you cum right?” He asks.

I bite my lip and run my hands through my hair, “Like two of them have, yeah.”

“Not enough guys are getting you off correctly, you need someone who knows what they’re doing…” He’s doing his DM voice, the voice that had me clenching my thighs every time he’d speak at a session.

“Y-Yeah…” My mouth feels dry, my face is hot, and there’s a familiar ache between my thighs.

“Fuck it’s getting late, get some sleep, you’re gonna have a wicked hangover tomorrow,” Eddie sighs.

“Shit, don’t remind me,” I groan.

He laughs and the ache between my thighs gets even worse, “Seriously though, get some sleep…I’m glad you called me.”

I could scream, I never thought I’d hear him say that, “Yeah…me too…goodnight, Eddie.”

“Goodnight, Viv.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson x original female character #eddie munson angst #multichapter

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another ask post

i mean i also read it because a friend whos rly into queer SFF fiction circles recced it but she did kinda lead with "the writer used to write hs fanfic...tasmyn..taz...?" to which i replied

of COURSE I read the locked tomb because i heard taz had written a book. of course. ill consume most any media made by a beloved homestuck bnf. thats also why i played undertale. and read like..snotgirl. and idk... watched the new dub of neon genesis evangelion.

if u made homestuck fanwork 10 years ago and havent even made it since chances are I still remember and I love you for it.

sdlkfhsg its funny you sensed that because that drawing did in fact start kinda more........ well, I'd be lying if I said my hands never wrought a drawing toeing over the pg-13 line LOL...

NOT to say i have a secret stash of porn or anything. in general im more interested in the implication of sexuality or mature themes over any explicit depiction. like everything i draw is so softcore itd almost feel silly to make a nsfw acc for anything.

but im not rly jumping to post anything on main either bc i get the sense i have a lot of kids in my social media following. it varies from site to site and fandom to fandom but the themes in my work often circle around childhood, coming of age etc and in general i like stories about kids so the fandoms i draw for have a lot of kids in them. even stuff like IT (stephen king) which is about kids but isn't necessarily for kids.. there were a lot of kids in that fandom lol.

actually thats why ive been censoring swears in comics lately because the tmnt fandom comes across to me as a little young...IDK I've had MULTIPLE people ask me what "sodomize" means because of the joke in this post and I'm like... I Cannot be the one to explain this to you. you have to look it up on your own klfsdhsdg like i wouldn't be doing this if i were doing a comic for mgs or even homestuck wherein the characters textually swear constantly LOL but sometimes u gotta change tacks depending on the faces u see in the crowd yknow.

i HAVE been thinking abt drawing nsfw of sunspot/richard rider/kobak from x-men red just because that comic seemed to be really asking for it. who knows.. if the need rly arises maybe my separate account policy will change.

its rly more a matter of the fact that i havent read/watched much of any other iterations... im sure id like most lol. I like most things related to my interests regardless of quality. i rly like the marvel ultimate alliance games for instance. sometimes seeing my fave guy is enough he doesnt have to be well written LOL. i dont exactly have a wealth of free time tho thats the real impediment.

i did watch the 2007 movie on new years eve and found it quite charming overall. and i have read about 30-40 issues between the mirage and idw comics. still feels like im barely scratching the surface but i liked em. i rly want to read all the sophie campbell stuff bc i think her work is interesting. jason aaron will be a mixed bag i think lmao. i say as the worlds biggest Wolverine and the X-Men (2011) fan.

hmm this is kinda hard bc i feel like i naturally draw very loose and the hard part for me is tightening it up. maybe some suggestions tho...

1) hand excercises. i think its easy to forget this when many artists sit in front of the computer all day but drawing is a physical activity u do with ur actual...bodys...muscles lol. if u feel urself tightening up it might help to strech (any google search for "artist hand excercises" should yield good results) or do a page of loose practice strokes like..big circles. long lines. scribbles. that kinda thing. whatever feels good for ur hand. this is also just good to do as a general warm up before u sit down for any drawing sesh.

2) draw further away from the canvas. as a general rule...when ur painting traditionally you do the big strokes with your whole arm outstreched and a long handled brush. and when you do the details its smaller wrist movements and a shorter handled brush. so it might help to take a step back or push back from ur chair a little.. or hold ur tablet a little further away. and hold your pen further away from the nib.

3) change mediums / brush types. some brushes and mediums are more suited to loose sketching and some more inclined towards detail work. so changing ur tool could help. also! i personally have this problem where sometimes if im using a brush i feel really familiar with the pressure to make a "good" "finished" "perfect" drawing is greater... if i want to force myself to loosen up ill switch to a tool i dont use as often so it feels like the pressure is off. a lot of times for me this is switching from digital to traditional. but sometimes its switching from a small pen to a big marker. or a smooth pen to a textured one. or a nice brush to a shitty dried up marker.

but also every body is different so i dont think these tips will work for everyone. u should listen to what ur body and mind tell u and how drawing feels to you

bro just sign up and set it up i dont think theres much to it... i dont rly think too much abt my itch.io store because its digital goods so u just upload the file and let it do its thing. no distribution work needed on ur part. youll notice i barely even advertise my itch unless i have smth new on there lol.. its easy. but good luck!!!

idk if im the best person to ask this im more a comic fan than i am a comic professional... a comic hobbist.

well. scott mcclouds understanding comics and making comics are good books on the craft. i think i had to buy them for a class in art school once.

other than that idk just keep at it. comics are really laborious i think for a lot of people the hardest part is sitting down and doing it.

i think a lot of people have a very instinctive understanding of how to read comics and what they look like so whatever you think seems like good way to tell the story you have in mind, its probably right. if u get stuck, study comics that have done something similar. most people in comics are relatively self taught and actually it can be problematic bc you can tell when a lot of comic artists are all copying the same like 5 old white guys LMAO. but on the flip side if you make sure to reference and study broadly your comics will almost assuredly feel unique.

sorry im responding to this anyways. this is just a really nice ask. i like when people reference my older work bc i feel like sometimes theyre subtly implying it wasnt very good LMAOOO. but its true! at least compared to the work i make now ^^ and the fact that im still making art is whats keeping me from being embarassed abt how much of my old art just floats around online lmao im never ashamed to be growing and learning. isnt that a nice thought <3

#ask #too much art talk in this one

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THINGS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT MY FELLOW WRITERS

Tagged by @commander-krios and @tellmeallaboutit ❤️❤️❤️ Tagging: @fistfuloftarenths @dustdeepsea @thisaccountisagainstmywill

Last book I read: Hmm this is tough as I mostly just listen to podcasts nowadays. It might have been:

Lovecraft's Monsters which is an anthology of what is essentially Lovecraft Fanfiction by famous authors such as Gaiman and King.

Either that or getting like part of the way into the start of The Lies of Locke Lamora and not really vibing with it.

Greatest Literary Inspiration:

Hmmm, maybe Salvatore and Sapowski in terms of world building and action? Possibly Stephen King in terms of characterization. I'm not really good at analyzing my own writing.

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write: I really enjoy reading Zevlor fics but I don't ever see myself being in the head space to write one.

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me:

To be honest I thought Rugan and the Gates Crew Zhentarim were gonna be this but we've got a group of something like 10-12 fanatics now so I guess that wasn't the case! (Also we keep tricking each other into new microblorbos, looking at you @captainsigge with Edvige!)

You can recognise my writing by:

Oh no I just said I'm bad at this part. Ah I guess heavy lore research? Funny (I hope) dialogue? Complete inability to write drama and inclusion of a lot of smut.

My most controversial take (current fandom): I don't like narratives in 2nd person generally. Maybe I'm just old but I tend to associate them with the choose your own adventure books of my youth (RL Stine and that one space vampire book).

Yeah that's the one. To me 1st person and 3rd person feel more like proper literature, but I hear 1st person is out of vogue with the youths (I'm old okay).

Current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut):

Maybe a 3-4? I've got a few ideas brewing but I'm not in the manic phrase like at the start of New Tricks. I need to let things simmer a little bit first.

Top three favourite tropes:

You know I used to be a TV Tropes addict and I cannot for the life of me remember a single one now. I do love Trope subversion in general a la Community or Rick and Morty. Setting up peoples expectations for one thing and then bam gotcha! However it can't just be random, there needs to be proper foreshadowing.

Maybe deadpan snarker, silk hiding steel and enemies to lovers?

Share a random frustration:

Ehhhhhhhhhh, is this fanfiction specific? I guess egregious anachronisms is my biggest pet peeve.

#tag game #bg3 fanfiction #forgotten realms fanfiction #writing

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agentem · 6 months

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Chapter 1

I really like the first chapter of "The Hunger Games." It begins with Katniss waking up (which is something online sites will tell you not to do as a writer because it's such a common opening). As she goes hunting and talks to Gale there is a lot of world building. But it's not the kind of amateur world building I see a lot, where it's just a textbook "info dump". Collins starts with the highlights here. Hunger games. Kids fighting to the death. Capitol oppression.

This world building is unpeeled like an onion, I guess (I don't know food metaphors). Later we learn about things like mutations or "mutts", the Careers, the interviews and showmanship aspects of the games. We don't even meet Peeta until next chapter. In this chapter Katniss is very in the moment (she's actually always in the moment, she isn't a super forward thinking character). She's just focused on getting through the day. So all that will come later.

The stakes are super clear. It's a fight to the death and she doesn't want to go. Understandable.

And the twist is that she gets her wish. She isn't picked. I thought this was a beautiful way to play with the audience's expectations. Obviously if you pick up a book called "The Hunger Games" about a fight to the death, you will think the main character is going to get picked and probably Gale as well. That would be the easiest way into the story.

But Prim is picked which is somehow even worse. That's the end of the chapter but I'd defy you to put down this book after reading one chapter and say, "Nah, I don't need to read more I get the gist" (which I will admit I do often in bookstores). Because you know Katniss loves Prim and now you need to find out what she's going to do.

Collins gets knocked a lot online for "copying" Battle Royale (for the record she says she hadn't read it before she wrote this). But the fighting to the death concept is not really new. Stephen King's "The Running Man," Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery" and the TV show Survivor are all things that she would have been aware of.

I think the real innovation that she presents here is Katniss becoming so immediately dear to the reader by volunteering for her sister. (Is "I volunteer as tribute" not THE meme to come out of this franchise?) The urge to protect ones own life is so basic to everyone on Earth that we know it is remarkable even if we have never been in a situation like this. And maybe we don't know all the details of Prim and Katniss' relationship yet, but we know the kind of love that it would take to put another person first. I think deep down we all know that we would not volunteer for just anyone and that Katniss is doing something really remarkable.

for @heavensbeehall

#thg #the hunger games #hunger games #suzanne collins #katniss everdeen #primrose everdeen #gale hawthorne #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #madge undersee #panem #district 12 #heavensbeehall

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e-dubbc11 · 2 years

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Lights Out

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluffy, and Smexy. First time writing descriptive smut. 18+, NO MINORS! Fingering(a little), Oral (F! Receiving) Billy accidentally scaring Reader.

Word Count: 3.2k-ish

Summary: The power goes out during a really bad thunderstorm and you’re all alone at home while Billy is off doing field exercises.

A/N: So this is my first time writing smut, its not a lot, just a little taste (taste, hehe) Anyway, I hope it doesn’t suck. I’m really nervous so please be gentle. I have dipped a pinky toe into the smut world before so this I’d say it’s one legs worth this time. 🤣 I also used a couple of lines from Pet Sematary by Stephen King. And I know I said I was taking the month off but…I guess I lied 😆

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The day started out as overcast, the sun peeked in and out from behind the clouds during the early morning hours. Would you need your umbrella today? The forecast said yes but it may not do you any good considering the amount of rain that was supposed to arrive by late afternoon and continue throughout the night.

During the late morning, the sun completely disappeared and the silvery clouds from that morning became smoky, murky, and then it started to sprinkle. Bleak, dark gray clouds rolled in after lunch while you were at work and a deep rumble of thunder sang a continuous melody on your way home.

You didn’t want to get caught in what you heard would be “torrential downpours” so you decided to take an uber back to your apartment after work, plus your boyfriend Billy hated the idea of you walking home alone in the dark and in the rain which is understandable. He texted to make sure you were getting a ride home instead of walking.

Thankfully, you arrived home just in time to watch the sky open up and the rain pour down. With the rain beating down against the glass, you stood close to the window to behold the gloomy city skyline, carefully sipping your hot earl grey tea, and listening to the low rolls of thunder.

Between the rain pattering against the building and hearing the menacing thunder as it got closer and closer, the thunderstorm was very relaxing for you. The ominous early evening sky was suddenly lit up from a bolt of lightning, a deafening boom of thunder shook the building and immediately the apartment went dark.

At dinner the previous night, Billy was telling you about the field exercises he had planned for his team for the next night. He was very excited for it, wide eyed and very vocal, telling you he and Frank were going to teach the new recruits a “thing or two.” He couldn’t contain his excitement, miming with his hands, smiling from ear to ear which in turn made you smile.

Nothing made you happier than when Billy would talk about what he loved and he loved being a marine. The fact that he was able to start his own company to continue what he loved doing meant everything to him.

As CEO of Anvil, Billy Russo worked way too hard but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Most of the time he was the last person to leave the office and then continued to work at home if he needed to. He reminded you that morning he was going to be doing field exercises with his team at a nearby college campus so he would be home late or maybe not at all.

“Remember my love, I have training tonight so I’ll be home really late or I’ll stay with Frankie until the morning.” He said.

You frowned a little as you asked him “We’re supposed to get some severe thunderstorms later, baby. You sure you’re still going to hold your training session?”

You were standing near the coffee maker when he pulled you in close and kissed the top of your head. “Protection details don’t postpone because the weather is bad, love. Besides, it’s good for them to gain experience in all kinds of weather.”

Billy was right so you nodded while continuing to look at the floor. You brought your gaze up to meet his, stared into his dark chocolate like eyes while he cupped your cheeks to bring you in for a kiss.

His freshly sprayed cologne conquered your sense of smell over the coffee aroma that hung in the air. He always smelled so good and knew that particular cologne was your favorite.

“I understand, handsome. Can you blame me for wanting you to come home at a reasonable hour though?” You smiled warmly at him while brushing your thumbs over his beard.

He smiled back and kissed the heel of your hand. “I’ll try, baby. But you know I can’t promise anything.”

“As long as you try, Mr. Russo—that’s all I ask.” You brought him in closer for another kiss, his lips were firm and his tongue begged to dance with yours.

You couldn’t tell which was harder, the kitchen counter Billy had you pinned against or him. His long, steady fingers roamed from your shoulders down to your hips and he reached for the zipper on the back of your skirt.

“Is this a new skirt, sweet girl?” His voice was smooth and sexy. “Can I see what it looks like crumpled up on the kitchen floor?” Billy whispered in your ear then gently nibbled on your ear lobe and peppered kisses down your neck. Pulling down the zipper of your skirt, you felt his cock twitch in his suit pants as he let your skirt fall to the floor, your black silk dress shirt dropped to cover your ass and the tops of your legs.

He licked his bottom lip as he eyed you up and down, looking at your bare legs sticking out of the bottom of your shirt. The look he had in his eyes was primal, you felt the warmth rise to your cheeks and the ache between your thighs was growing hungry for him.

”Billy…” you softly moaned as he continued to kiss your neck. “We’re both going to be late for work if you keep this up.”

He slowly pulled away from you and with all of his Billy Russo charm said “Well it looks like you’re going to be late, baby. I own my company and I can go in whenever I want.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He knew that as soon as he smiled at you there was no turning away, there was no just going about your day like nothing happened, there was no denying him. You always succumbed to his charms, you always gave in—Billy just had that effect on you, every single time.

You never told him “no,” you never wanted to tell him “no,” and you didn’t tell him “no” when he started to unbutton your blouse. After undoing the last button, he unhurriedly pushed your shirt off of your shoulders, it fell to the floor landing on top of your skirt, and you were standing before him in nothing but a black lace bra and panties set.

“Is this new too?” Billy asked, with a sly smirk, lightly rubbing the lace on the cup in between his fingers, and grazing the top of your breast.

“Do you like it?” You asked while looking up at him through your long lashes. “Oh you DO like it, don’t you my love.” You said, palming him through his pants.

You didn’t know it was possible but at that very moment, Billy’s eyes were the darkest you’ve ever seen them. They were full of desire as his hands migrated from your shoulders to the wet spot on your panties, still never taking his gaze off of you.

“This all for me, sweet girl?” He asked as his smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He knows exactly what his smile does to you.

“It’s always for you, Billy.” You purred in his ear.

Suddenly, his hands were under your ass as he lifted you off of the floor and laid you on your back on the kitchen counter, placing kisses on your stomach down to your inner thighs. Countless goosebumps spread across your skin as you bit down on your bottom lip while watching him hungrily attack your body like a wild animal, nipping the skin as he made his way down to your core.

Billy firmly gripped the front of your panties to move them to the side, you’ve lost count of how many pairs he’s ripped during your relationship. “Billy Russo, don’t you DARE rip my new underwear!”

Your tone quickly changed as he parted your folds, one finger then two slipped inside, he moved them almost rhythmically, causing you to arch your back off of the counter. Soft moans escaped your lips and now every cell in your body was awake and turned on.

“You’re dripping, baby.” He said as his thumb moved in circles when he found your clit, your moans a little louder, whispers of his name from your mouth turned him on more, they were music to his ears, and suddenly he was on his knees in front of you, one of your legs draped over his shoulder.

The flutters inside your body began to build like small waves crashing against the shore, as his tongue moved in and out of you with long, eager strokes, his other hand on your stomach to try to keep you flush with the counter.

“Billy…” You whimpered.

You could feel him smile against your thighs as he said “You’re close aren’t you, love. Just cum for me, baby.” The tone of his voice was hypnotic and smooth like honey.

The waves within your body were moving faster now, getting bigger and bigger as your orgasm approached, you shuttered and cried out his name as he hummed against your core and lapped up every drop of your release. Surely, your neighbors must have heard, you weren’t exactly trying to be quiet.

“Well, I’m definitely going to be late for work now.” You said softly with a shy smile on your face, your eyes were still closed as you slowly came down from your high.

As you opened your eyes, Billy stood up slowly and hovered over you, his beard glistened in the dim kitchen lights, his perfectly styled hair wasn’t so perfect anymore after tugging on it while he pulled moan after moan out of you, and you sat up on your elbows with your legs still quaking from the tongue fucking he just gave you.

You watched Billy wipe what was left of you off of his chin and he leaned down to kiss you. Clasping your hands around his neck, he pulled you up to a sitting position, still kissing you, and running his fingers through your hair. This man couldn’t get enough of you.

“Was it worth it, sweet girl?” Billy asked while pressing his forehead to yours.

You raked your fingers through his hair, trying to fix what you messed up and said to him “You’re always worth it, handsome. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Get dressed and I’ll drive you to work.” He said with a wink and a smile.

Billy pulled up to the curb, and he lightly grabbed your hand to kiss it as you were trying to get out of the car. “Have a great day, beautiful. Thank you for breakfast.” He flashed you a wicked smile and immediately you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile back.

“Have fun with your training session tonight, my love. And be careful, there is supposed to be lightning.” You leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, and exited the car. He waved as you watched him drive away. No one would be able to wipe the smile off your face today.

Sitting in the dark, you’d catch yourself daydreaming about earlier that morning but you were suddenly snapped back to reality when heard the rumbles of thunder that continued to sound like they were right on top of the building.

You realized the power probably wasn’t coming back any time soon because the entire block was out so you pulled out the candles and the flashlights but noticed that your phone battery was very low and of course when you need it most, your portable charger was dead because you had used it a few days before.

But what if Billy needed to get in touch with you? You reminded yourself that he was busy with work and more than likely you wouldn’t see him until tomorrow.

Since your stove used gas, you were able to cook up a little something for dinner by candlelight. A romantic dinner for one of bacon and eggs. Candles burned bright in every room of the apartment and after cleaning up dinner, you decided to change into comfortable clothes and try to read your book.

You smiled a little when you attached your book light to the book you were reading. You remembered when Billy came home from work one day with it among his papers. As you were clearing the table for dinner, you noticed it resting on top of the pile of paper work.

“Billy, do you mind if I move your papers to the counter? Dinner is almost ready.” You said.

He looked over at you and pointed at the light. “Sure baby—actually, that light on top of all that work shit is for you. I know you like to read sometimes when you can’t sleep but you’re afraid of waking me up with the light on the night stand so I saw that and thought you might like it. Now you don’t have to worry about the light waking me up.”

That was the first time in a long time someone had said to you “I saw this and thought you might like it.” It almost brought tears to your eyes and you felt the butterflies in your stomach while looking at him, speechless. You walked over to where Billy was sitting and bent down to kiss him passionately.

“Not that I’m complaining but what was that for?” He asked.

Warmth spread across your face and your cheeks were flushed as you replied. “Just for…thinking of me.”

Without missing a beat, he told you “I’m always thinking of you, beautiful.”

Another clap of thunder erupted over head followed by a bright flash of lightning as you set your book and the light on the bed while you went to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

You thought you might as well read in bed since Billy wasn’t home and there wasn’t really anything to do with the power being out, so you snuffed out all the candles and brought the flashlight into the bedroom with you for a little extra light.

Maybe Pet Sematary was the wrong book choice for tonight.

“Don’t go beyond, no matter how much you feel you need to, Doctor. The barrier was not made to be broken. Remember this: there is more power here than you know. It is old and always restless. Remember.”

Rain continued to tap against the windows loudly with vigor and force, the thunder felt like it was inside the room, it was exceptionally loud as the walls continued to shake each time the sky expressed its anger.

The rain and thunder were loud enough to drown out any noises inside the apartment and you were so involved with your book that you didn’t even hear Billy come home.

“And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.”

He assumed you were just sleeping so he was trying to be as quiet as possible, Billy was very light on his feet. He managed to remove his boots, his jacket, and put down a full bag of gear without making a sound and then headed for the bedroom.

It almost felt like you were inside the book, completely hypnotized by its contents, you continued to read until you heard the door creak open, you screamed and threw the flashlight in the direction of the door. The figure dressed in black dodged the flashlight and it hit the wall with a crash.

“Y/N!! Whoa!! What the hell?!! Baby, it’s just me!!” Billy said slightly terrified you might throw something else at him.

Your stomach dropped and the hair on the back of your neck was standing straight up. “BILLY?! I’m so, so sorry—I just…I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I can see that! I thought you’d be sleeping. You scared the shit outta me.” He stated through shallow breaths.

“Oh I scared the shit outta YOU?!!” You said sarcastically. “What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were going to stay at Frank’s tonight?” You said with a confused tone.

He had a sarcastic response of his own. “Thank you baby, I feel so loved right now.”

You rolled your eyes. There was something wrong with your relationship if a day went by that wasn’t filled with sarcasm and eye rolling. “You know what I mean, Russo.” You narrowed your eyes at him and folded your arms across your chest.

“Well I was going to stay at Frankie’s but when you didn’t answer my texts, I thought something was wrong and then I found out the power was out so I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” He said calmly after finally catching his breath.

You unfolded your arms and sank back down onto the bed as your expression softened. “Oh Billy, I’m sorry. My phone died, my portable charger was drained from the other day and since I thought you were staying at Frank’s, I figured I would just talk to you in the morning.”

The flashlight that you hurled across the room was still on and the light from the floor was just bright enough for you to be able to see the smile on Billy’s face. That charming Billy Russo smile that made your knees weak and your heart skip a beat, that smile that you just couldn’t say no to.

“So you’re happy to see me, sweet girl?” His eyes, dark as the night sky, staring at you like he hasn’t seen you in a week.

“You know the answer to that, handsome.” You said as a smile spread across your face. “Can you come over here and kiss me now?”

“I thought you’d never ask, baby.” And just as fast as you asked him, his lips were on yours. They were cold from being outside, his hair was still wet, as well as his clothes, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was he was home with you tonight.

Billy pulled away to pick up the book you were reading. “Pet Sematary—shit, no wonder you freaked the fuck out when I opened the door. You probably woke the neighbors.” He rested his forehead against yours then kissed the tip of your nose.

You snaked your arms around his neck. “Ya know—I can think of another way we can wake the neighbors.” You said biting down on your lower lip, staring at his handsome face. “You have to get out of those wet clothes anyway.”

He slowly moved his hand from your waist, to the front of your sleep shorts. From the wet spot on the front, clearly you weren’t wearing any panties. “Looks like I’m not the only one who has wet clothes to take off.” He whispered.

His light touch sent shivers down your spine as he started to untie your shorts, kissing you, while you started to lean back against the pillows. Billy always made you feel wanted and loved, he showered you with affection like no one ever has before and you did the same for him.

Every storm eventually runs out of rain and the storm that had been Billy Russo’s life had finally stopped beating down on him the day you walked into it. You were his sunshine behind the clouds, his shelter from the rain and he would do anything and everything to make sure he was never caught out in the storm without his umbrella again.

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Tapes (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: @lunatictardis 's raffle. One day you buy a new tape to listen to and find yourself enraptured by the narrator's voice.

Warnings: Use of the name "Sara" x2, voice kink, hand kink, breeding kink, stranger sex, semi-public sex, car sex, fingering (f receiving), soft choking, slight degradation, use of the word slut, squirting.

Word Count: 4.1k

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

Finally it was the weekend. A day off of work was exactly what you needed. Not even just to relax, to get things done around the house. The week had been busy, and the dishes were piling up, you needed to do laundry, and vacuum. After sleeping a good few hours, you got out of bed and started about the chores you needed to do that day.

Before, however, you placed a new cassette tape into your player and started it up. You liked to listen to something while you did chores, it made it go by a lot faster than if you were folding laundry in silence. Pet Sematary, that’s what you’d gotten at the store recently. Stephen King books were always good, but you had little time to actually sit down and read them — so, listening was always a good option.

A man's voice started up with a simple “Pet Sematary by Stephen King.” You tilted your head slightly at the voice. Even from those simple few words, you decided you liked whoever was recording it. They had a nice voice. “Louis Creed, who had lost his father at three and who had never known a grandfather, never expected to find a father as the entered the middle age, but that was exactly what happened…”

You paused your plate scrubbing to listen better, a soft tingle growing in your lower belly. Oh fuck, he had a nice voice.

“...although he called this man a friend, as grown man must do when he finds the man who should have been his father relatively late in life. He met this man…”

You weren’t even a full paragraph into the book yet, and you were rubbing your thighs together, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as you imagined this same voice whispering sweet nothings to you, telling you how badly he wanted to fuck you, saying how pretty you looked with your face all flushed and his fingers around your throat.

Your brow knitted together and you closed your eyes, biting your lip as you took in a breath through your nose, trying to calm the heat rushing through your body. This was a bad idea, apparently. You'd get nothing done today at this rate… but what was the harm in a little play time before you actually got your chores done.

You kept the tape on as you touched yourself, leaning against the counter with one hand gripping it and the other between your legs.

"Fuck, the things I want to do to you. Wanna stuff my cock into your tight little pussy and just ruin it. Make sure no one else can ever make you feel like I do. Rub that puffy little clit for me, baby… yeah, that's it. Good girl." You could literally imagine him talking to you.

It guided you through not one, but two orgasms. Once you were thoroughly satisfied, you washed your hands and restarted the tape. Maybe now you could focus and get some work done.

“Louis Creed, who had lost his father at three and who had never known a grandfather, never expected to find a father as the entered the middle age, but that was exactly what happened…”

You sighed softly as you worked around the house, getting a quarter ways through the book before you were done with everything you needed to finish that day. You flopped onto the couch, turning the player off before you picked up the cassette case. You flipped it over to look at the back, seeing if there was any information.

You didn't know why you were so interested, other than you hadn't cum like that in months, and especially not by yourself.

Seeing no information, you placed the cassette back into its case and got up. After mulling over it for a good few minutes you got into your car and drove to the store you bought it from.

“Hi there, how can I help you?” The worker asked, a short girl with blonde curls and a welcoming smile.

You didn’t know how to word this, even though you’d thought about it for the entire drive. What did it matter that you wanted to know who this man was, and if you could get more of his cassettes? Would this woman even care?

“Yes, hi. I bought this tape a few days ago and—”

“Oh, is there something wrong with it?” She asked, holding out a hand for it.

“No, no, definitely not! I was actually wondering if you had some information on it?” You bit your cheek, trying to not blush or feel embarrassed.

“Well, we do keep a catalog of things. What did you want to know?” She asked.

You hesitantly handed it over and she looked at the front covering. “Ah, Pet Sematary. This is a good one. Are you looking for more Stephen King, or—?”

“No, actually. I was wondering if the person who read it has any other tapes? His voice is… very calming—and he’s good at doing characters voices. Very interesting to listen to!” You were beginning to ramble, so you shut your mouth.

“Let me check, though I don’t see why he wouldn’t have done more.” She smiled at you and went around the desk.

She opened up a large binder and flipped through a few laminated pages before placing her finger on it and sliding it down until it stopped. “Ah, alright. Edward Munson did the voice-over for this one. Now, let me check the computer.”

She moved to the big box and typed slowly on the keyboard. “It takes a few minutes to load, but it should give tell me what we have in stock of his.” She smiled at you.

You nodded and smiled back, waiting as patiently as you could manage with your toes tapping softly against the linoleum flooring.

The computer beeped and she leaned into the screen, squinting. “Okay, Edward Munson… Pet Sematary… let me see…” She tilted her head and nodded, “Yes, okay. We have a few things he did in stock. Funniest thing, though. He’s local.”

“What?” You asked, unsure you heard her right. “Yeah! He’s from here.”

“Well… do you have any information on him?” You asked.

She scoffed softly. “I’m sorry, but do you think computers can do everything? No, I’ve only got basic information in here. Says where the tapes came from, is all. Hawkins Studio. It’s where our local bands record tapes and records, too.”

You nodded, slow. “Well… thank you for your help. If you direct me to the tapes, I’ll get another one.”

She pulled out a few options for you, and you decided to go on the set of the original Lord of The Rings. That would be interesting. It wasn’t until you were in your car that it had finally settled in with you that this man, Edward Munson, whose voice you’d masturbated to, was… was a local. He was from Hawkins.

You swallowed thickly, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel. You had a choice to make, here. You could go home and continue to just listen to him… or you could take a chance. See if he was single, maybe? Jesus, how stupid was that? Though… your friends had been telling you to get back out there.

You sighed, and pressed your forehead against the steering wheel. What was the worst that could happen, here? He could reject you, that was all.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you started your car back up and began the drive to Hawkins Studio. You hoped, hoped that they would give you some information on him.

However, once you parked in the little lot of the building, you sat in your car for a good twenty minutes, working up the nerve to go in. Finally, after hyping yourself up, you got out of your car and went inside.

“Hello, do you have an appointment?” The receptionist started off quickly.

“Uh, no, actually I—” She cut you off.

“Would you like to set up an appointment? We don't allow people to just walk in and use the studio space.”

“No, I’m not here for—”

“Well then I will have to ask you to leave. The studio is in use at the moment anyhow.”

You stood for a moment, shocked at how this was going so far. You cleared your throat, “You don’t understand, I’m not here to use a studio.”

“Oh, are you with the band? We don’t allow…” She made an ugly face, searching for the words, “...groupies into the space either. For good reason, too. The last time it happened there was a lot of cleaning up to be done and no one was happy about that.”

“No! No, I am not a groupie.” You laughed, though it was strained, dry. “I just wanted some information on someone who has used the studio before.” You explained.

“Oh, I see—” The phone rang, “One moment please.”

You groaned, pressing a hand to your forehead. This was going great.

After her quick conversation and setting up an appointment with someone, she looked back up at you.

“What was it that you wanted to know, dear?”

“Edward Munson, I was wondering if you had any information on how I might find him or contact him?” You asked.

“Oh, I apologize. We don't give out information like that. However…”

“You’re looking for me?”

Your face turned bright red as you heard the voice… his voice, that voice, right behind you. You swallowed thickly, and you couldn’t turn to look at him. You were too embarrassed, caught in the act of trying to find him. You didn’t think you’d get far with this anyways, so finding him on accident?

Slowly, you turned, brushing some hair behind your ear sheepishly as you took in his figure. He was taller than you, with long curls and beautiful brown eyes. In his hand was a cup of water, and there was a good bit of sweat dampening his bangs and coating his upper lip. He was dressed in a cut-off Metallica shirt and black jeans with holes in the knees, complete with chains and a studded belt.

This was…not exactly what you had expected when you had heard his name, his voice.

However, you weren’t disappointed. Not one bit. He was handsome, even in his boyish way.

“I— yes.” You released a breath, “I was—I heard—I got a—” “Woah, woah, sweetheart. Just take a breath for me, okay? You’re fine.” He smiled at you. It was friendly, sweet.

You did as he said and took a breath, closing your eyes in the moment to calm yourself.

“Now, try again.”

“I got a cassette tape, one that you recorded. And I thought—I may try to find you since you were local. I…enjoyed your reading.” You explained.

He smiled a little wider. “Yeah?” He asked. “It’s a pastime of mine, one that makes me more money than the band does.” He chuckled and lifted his wrist to look at his watch. “We’re done with the studio space in about an hour. You can come in, if you like metal music? Then we can talk afterward.”

You hadn’t expected such kindness, but you nodded anyways. You liked whatever music. You were sure that whatever you heard of him you would like, anyways.

Your body was already hot allover from hearing his voice again.

He nodded towards the hallway. You followed him down it, and into a door.

“Guys, this is… Oh, I never caught your name.” He laughed a bit, “Sorry about that.” “Sara.” You responded, smiling at the group of men in the room. “Sara,” He repeated. “Well, you can call me Eddie. This is Gareth, Michael, Pete, Jared, and Tyler. Sara came here looking for me because she listened to one of the books I recorded on tape.” He grinned.

The guys grinned back, all sharing looks.

“You can sit here, sweetheart. We’re just about done. Just make sure you keep quiet ‘cause we’re working on an album, alright?”

You nodded, your lips curling up into a smile as you sat on the couch Eddie had directed you to.

You watched as Eddie picked up his guitar and slung the strap over his shoulder. The other few got into their places, and the music started. Your cheeks flushed as you watched him, watched the way his hands moved over the strings, the way his fingers plucked at them, how his veins were displaying themselves because of how hard he was working.

You were fucking done for. A sexy voice, and sexy hands? He was easy on the eyes, too. By the time they were finished you’d heard a few of their songs, and your panties were thoroughly soaked through — you’d kept imagining his hands all over your body, with him whispering the dirtiest things to you.

You bit your lip as he put his guitar back into its case, and you stood.

“So? How did you like it?” He asked, grinning at you.

You nodded, with a smile. “It was good. Can’t wait to buy the record when it comes out.” You admitted, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“You’re too kind.” He laughed and picked up his case. “Walk out with me?” He asked.

You nodded. He said his goodbyes to his bandmates and the two of you walked out of the studio with the group oogling at you from behind.

“So, you were looking for me, right?” He hummed, as he opened up the back door of his van. There was a mattress there, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he lived in it. Not that it was a huge problem if he did. “What were you wanting?” He asked, sliding his guitar case into a space to keep it out of the way.

“Oh, you know. I was just — “ You didn’t know what to say. In all honesty, you never even thought you’d find him. Luck was just on your side, it seemed.

“Just — ?” He prompted, standing back in front of you, facing you now. He lifted his hand and softly brushed some of your hair behind your shoulder, his fingers delicately brushing against your neck.

You gasped softly, not expecting such a touch. He grinned.

“Just —” You began again, but your words caught in your throat as he took a step closer to you. So close, that you had to tilt your head back to look up at him.

“Just—” He was mocking you this time, playfully. “Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.” Eddie smirked. His fingertips delicately brushed along the top of your shoulder and down to your arm. You shivered slightly.

“You.” You finally spat out, your brain a little fuzzy from the soft touches after you spent a whole hour thinking about him touching you.

“Me?” He chuckled. “You want me? But you don’t know me.”

“I don’t care.” You breathed and broke the space between you to press your lips together.

You could feel his smirk against your lips as his arms wrapped around you, pulling your body flush against his. Here you were, in an open parking lot, with his band members still leaving, throwing yourself at him. A stranger. Someone you’d never even met before today.

You couldn’t care, though. Especially not with feeling his cock twitch against you. It wasn’t hard yet, and you could still feel how big it was.

His hand slid down to your ass and he walked you backwards until your knees felt the edge of the van, hiding the two of you between the open doors of the back.

He broke the kiss, and grinned at you. “Climb in, sweetheart.” He quirked his brows at you.

You did as told, climbing into the back and he followed after you, closing the doors behind him. He turned back to you and tilted his head, looking you over as you sat, with your chest heaving, on the mattress.

“Seems like you’re just a little slut, hm? Come to meet me only to be fucked in a parking lot. Pathetic.”

You flushed, but you liked his words, so… you nodded, slowly, spreading your legs apart for him to display how wet your panties were beneath your skirt.

His eyes met with your core, and he laughed, a barking, loud laugh.

“You’re mine and I don’t even know you. Tell me, what were you thinking about so much that you are already soaked without me so much as touching you.”

“I-I— um… Thinking about your hands… you touching me while you… while you talk to me…” You bit your lip. “Oh, really?” He asked, amused. He climbed up onto the mattress, and his hand disappeared beneath your skirt. You felt his fingers press against your soaked core and you moaned, falling back to let yourself rest on the mattress. “Like this?” He mused, rubbing his fingers against you. “You like my voice, baby? Think it’s sexy?” He teased you, his finger pressing against your clit. “Want me to tell you how fucking pretty you are? How much I wanted to just tear your clothes off and fuck you right in front of that receptionist the moment I saw you, heard you say my name?”

Your brow knotted together and you nodded, your lips parted as you moaned for him.

“God, I did, sweetheart.” He sighed, kissing your jaw softly. His fingers hooked in your panties and pushed them aside before he pressed one into your dripping cunt, curling it. You whimpered, grabbing a handful of his hair as your other hand gripped at the sheet beneath you. “Wanted to rip this pretty skirt off of you and bend you over her desk. Wanted to make you look up into her eyes as I railed the fuck out of you. Let you take me over and over while anyone could just walk in and watch us.” You moaned loudly, tilting your head back further as his lips trailed across your throat.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty… and you’re all mine, aren’t you? Bet you want me to stuff you full with my cum, breed you fuckin’ full with my babies. Don’t even know me…it’s so dirty.” He sighed, pressing a second finger into you as he sucked a spot into your neck.

Your face was red, hot, and your legs were spread as wide as you could get them for him as he fucked you open with his fingers.

“Oh, fuck.” You cried out, your back arching.

“Hmm?” He asked, a low chuckle in his throat. “What’s that, baby?” He pressed his lips against yours softly, before pulling back to look you in the eyes, “You want more? Tell me that. I’ll give you everything you want, sweetheart. So fuckin’ perfect for me.” He sighed, happy.

You nodded, “Please, please, fuck me. Fuck me and cum in me.” You moaned, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

“Such a dirty girl..” He hummed, leaning in to kiss you again. He pulled his fingers out of you and climbed over your legs to position himself between yours. He pushed your shirt up, his hands toying with your chest and plucking at your nipples delicately before his fingers trailed up to your neck. He grabbed your throat as he kissed you, holding you in place as his tongue dived into your mouth and explored it.

You couldn’t fucking handle it. You whimpered, your hips moving up because you wanted — needed to be touched.

He chuckled again, and let go of your throat to undo his belt and his jeans, shoving them down only enough to pull his cock out. You broke the kiss so you could look down at it the moment you felt it touch your thigh.

“Fuck—” You whined, your lips parting open as you saw just how big it was. He was going to split your fucking body in two with that monster, but you couldn’t wait for it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he guided his cock against your folds, rubbing himself against you. Your panties, however, had a different idea as they slid back into place before he could stuff himself inside you. You both groaned, and he reached down with both hands to rip them apart with no issue.

It was hot, you had to admit. Him ripping your clothes open. You felt a little woozy from that, but thankfully you were already laying down.

He positioned himself again, and slowly pushed in. You moaned, your head tilting back as he stared down at where your bodies connected until he was fully sheathed inside of you. He was breathing a little heavily, his breath mingling with yours.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He hissed.

You couldn’t help but agree, the stretch of him causing a soft burn inside of you. You didn’t care. It felt so fucking good.

He slid his fingers up and into your open, awaiting mouth. You closed your lips around them, sucking and running your tongue over them as he groaned and softly shifted his hips inside of you. You could taste yourself on his fingers.

“Shit, such a good girl, taking all of me like this… and raw, too? How fucking dirty. Don’t even know me and you’re letting me fuck you… fuck, it’s so hot.” He groaned, pulling back and thrusting back into you.

You cried out as he hit your g-spot, your eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuck, that made your little pussy flutter around me. That feel good, sweetheart?”

God, you couldn’t even think. His fingers were in your mouth, his cock in your cunt, and he was talking to you, telling you what was happening. You could fucking die.

“Bet you don't give this pretty pussy the attention it deserves. If it was mine I’d be stuffing it full every fucking day. Every chance I got.” He groaned, finding a set pace for his hips.

“God, you’re so tight I don’t think I can even—fuck.” He didn’t finish his sentence, his hips just sped up.

“Gonna pump you so full of my fucking cum, I bet it’s going to just spill out of you. Gonna make sure you give me a baby, huh? You like that, don’t you? The thought of giving a baby to a stranger? Yeah..” He sighed, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “Fuck—”

You were a mess. Moaning, whimpering, whining as he fucked his fat cock into you. There was nothing more you wanted right now than to be his. For him to stuff you full every fucking day and to make sure you were never without an empty uterus.

“Mmm….ah—” You gasped out as a new sensation began to rise in you. Your belly was growing hotter and hotter by the second, and it was something akin to an orgasm… but different.

“Keep going, Eddie, please —” You cried out to him, only urging him to speed up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t take it—” You gasped, your back arching up as he reached down between you to rub your clit with his spit-soaked fingers.

On a pull out, it happened. The pressure in your body released and you squirted onto his thick cock, screaming.

He laughed, loudly, amused. “Wow, you are a fucking slut. You like this way too much.” He laughed some more, before shoving his cock back inside you and kissing you deeply, his hand on your throat again to hold you in place.

His cock kept going and going and going until that pressure built up again—and you made an even bigger mess. You whimpered and whined, your cunt fluttering and sucking him in deeper. God you’d never… this had never happened before.

“Shit…gonna fill you up, yeah? So fuckin’ hot.” He sighed as he broke the kiss. Sweat dripped off of his forehead onto your throat as he watched the way your pussy greedily sucked him in again, the sounds of your combined sex’s making loud noises in the van.

“Gonna fuckin’ — fill you to the brim, shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum—!” He let out a strangled moan as he bucked his hips into you roughly.

You were almost thankful for him to be finishing. You didn’t know how much more of it you could take.

“Fuck, shit—” He sighed, his hips slowing before they finally stilled. His lips pressed against your skin wherever they could reach before they met yours again, and he slowly pulled out and dropped onto the mattress next to you.

“Well… it was very nice to meet you, Sara.” He grinned.

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ladyfogg · 2 years

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ur last eddie fic was amazing!! maybe you could write something we’re fem reader and eddie go to the library to look for books -such nerds- and end up fucking but they cant be loud because it’s a library

cheers 👋

Fantasy Section

Fic Summary: You drag Eddie to the library to check out the newest fantasy book only to reveal you have a much naughtier plan in mind. Eddie Munson Oneshots Masterpost.

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI!)

Warnings: Public Sex, Smutty Fun, Language, Non-Canon Compliant, Unprotected Sex, Quickie

A/N: Always happy to contribute Eddie smut to the fandom. Enjoy.

There are many things Eddie would do for you. You’re his best friend, his babe, his lady, his number one girl. All you have to do is ask and he’s right there, ready for anything.

Which is why you're able to convince him to come with you to the library on a Saturday. School is over. You both graduated, him barely managing but pulling through at the last second with your help. The summer is supposed to be all about the two of you, spending every second with each other while trying to find jobs so you can get an apartment together.

It's the only thing that’s been on Eddie’s mind since the moment he snatched that diploma and flipped off Principal Higgins.

“Why are we doing this again?” he asks as you all but drag him into the building.

“I told you, the new Stephen King book is out. It’s about a killer clown, supposed to be really scary. Plus I want to see if they have that new fantasy book we’ve been hearing about.”

“Howl’s Moving Castle? Doubt it. Every time they get a new release it’s off the shelves within a day.”

“Doesn’t hurt to check.”

Inside, the library is stuffy as all libraries are. Eddie likes reading as much as the next person, but it’s the first summer he’s out of high school and he was hoping to spend it with you naked in his room, not being dragged through musty bookshelves while a hovering librarian makes angry eyes as him.

To be absolutely fair, that’s how you have been spending the last few weeks together.

Your parents work during the day and Eddie’s uncle works at night. So you’ve pretty much been hopping from your house to his trailer, wherever you can get privacy to screw like rabbits.

Eddie’s on cloud nine.

If someone had told him last year that the two of you would be a couple, he would have thought they were fucking with him. Not because he didn’t want to be, but because he had already resigned himself to being your best friend and occasional fuck buddy. He figured that’s all you saw him as and he was willing to be that if it meant he could stay by your side.

That all changed right before school started when you cornered him in his trailer and told him to say he loved you so you could say it back already. He was stunned into silence, for about half a second before he blurted the words out. Of course you’d known his feelings. You always could read him like a book.

That was a good day.

Speaking of books. Reading was the first thing you both bonded over. He heard you calling Henderson a hobbit and that was it. He hasn’t stopped talking to you since. Except for right now. You’re definitely saying something but he’s too distracted staring at you. You’re wearing a skirt that stops inches above your knees and a black tank top, hidden by his denim vest you’d stolen one day and never returned.

“Eddie, are you even listening?” you ask.

Shit. Nope. Everything you’d been saying went right over his head. You’re both in the stacks now, hidden from the nosy librarian who wandered off to help someone. “Sorry, I was just thinking about the night last August,” he says, leaning a hand on the bookcase behind you and trapping you with his body. “Remember? When you showed up with this little number and straddled me…” He reaches down with his other hand to play with the hem of your skirt.

Damn, you know what that does to him. It doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Not that he needs his imagination anymore now that he has the real thing.

Your pupils dilate and your lips turn upward into a smirk. Reaching out, you fiddle with the guitar pick hanging from his neck, your fingers brushing his chest. “Trust me, I remember.”

The look you give him nearly makes him combust on the spot.

It doesn’t take much to get Eddie going nowadays. Really, all you need to do is look at him a certain way and his dick is instantly at attention. Which is exactly what it’s doing right that second. Eddie glances around, making sure you’re still alone, before pressing his body against yours, letting you feel his excitement. Your eyes grow hooded when he does and you bite your bottom lip.

“Speaking of fantasy,” he says, keeping his voice low, his lips brushing your ear as he talks. “You know what fantasy I have?”

“Fucking me in a public place.”

Eddie grins, drawing back to look you in the eye. “How did you know?”

“Because you talk about it all the time.”

“False, I only talk about it after we’ve had sex.”

“Yeah, which is all the time.” You have him there. But what you say next blows his mind and almost makes him pop the button of his jeans. “Why do you think I dragged you here with me?”

This is a setup.

There’s mischief in your gaze as you smirk up at him. He should have known better. You’re wearing that skirt, and you always wear it when you’re about to do something naughty.

“YES!” Eddie exclaims in excitement before remembering where he is. You promptly slap your hand over his mouth, shushing him.

“Fucking hell, Munson, get it together. You want to get us kicked out before we even do the thing?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No,” he says, voice muffled by your palm.

“Then be quiet and follow my lead.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Look, Eddie likes taking control as much as the next guy. But when you’re in this kind of mood and he’s this horny, he turns into your drooling puppet in less than a second. He’s thoroughly whipped and he doesn’t care a single bit. Thankfully, you only use your powers for good. He follows you out from the stacks, hand clutching yours tightly. The librarian from earlier is now focused entirely on someone else and the two of you sneak by without her noticing.

You lead him further and further into the library, deep in the non-fiction section where people rarely go. It’s not until you find a small alcove that you final release Eddie’s hand and turn around to face him.

“How do you want me, Eddie?” you ask, leaning against one of the lower shelves and batting your eyelashes at him.

Eddie springs into action. Cupping the back of your head, he dives in for a kiss, mouth slotting over yours as he once again traps your body between his and the books. Your back hits the shelf and your arms immediately come around him.

He’ll never get over what it feels like to kiss you.

The first time it happened, you both were drunk and horny, and it had been you to suggest the whole friends with benefits thing. He had been so excited he kissed you before he could find out if you were messing with him or not. He got his answer when you kissed him back and he knew right then and there that he never wanted to kiss anyone else.

Now, you’re kissing him like your life depends on it, your hands fisting his leather jacket to keep him right where you want him.

Eddie has other plans.

He drops to his knees, pushing your skirt up so he can check out what panties you’re wearing. It’s become a little game between you. He bought you a few lacy ones just for him and every time he sees you wearing them, it drives him crazy. Sure enough, you’re wearing a pair now, red ones that he immediately yanks down.

“Not wasting any time, are you?” you tease, smirking as you watch him slip the flimsy fabric off your ankles.

Eddie tucks them in his back pocket for safekeeping. Grinning up at you, he says. “It’s my fantasy remember? I know how it’s supposed to go.”

“Really, how’s that?”

Eddie lifts your legs over his shoulders. Without hesitating even a second, he leans forward and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking a little too rough in his eagerness. You gasp and slap your hand over your own mouth this time. It spurs Eddie on and he buries his face between your thighs.

If heaven was a taste, it’d be yours. If heaven had music, it’d be your whimpers and moans.

Eddie’s mouth was relentless against your soaking core, thrilled at the thought that he is the one to make you this wet, to get you this riled up. You having other relationships never sat well with him. He was an insanely jealous man and the thought of anyone else but him having their mouth on you made him shake with rage. He lost track of the number of times he jerked off to the fantasy, wishing you were there to sit on his face as he touched himself.

He told you the stains on his mattress were from spilling bong water. Total lie. It was from him thinking about you.

That first night he went down on you, he couldn’t stop. He sucked so many orgasms out of you that his jaw was aching by the end of it. After, when you told him that was the first time someone ate you out, he was insanely smug and happy about it. Now he does it every chance he gets. Sure, he loves when you suck him off. The visual knocks the wind out of him every time. But this is so much better.

You may not have shared your first time together, but there were plenty of other firsts. Like this being the first time he’s going to fuck you in a public place.

His lips and chin are slick with your arousal and his fingers are buried into the soft skin of your thighs. He makes sure to look up at you when he slides his tongue inside, living for that moment when your mouth falls open and you moan. Except, you can’t, so purse your lips tightly to stop yourself. The only reason Eddie himself is quiet is because his mouth is preoccupied.

He knows you’re close when your thighs start to shake.

That’s when he stops.

Without warning, he pulls back, gasping for breath. His tongue swipes your taste off his lips, staring deep into your eyes while he does it.

“Fucker. I was close.”

“You’re not getting there without me.” He unbuckles his belt.

“Never get tired of that,” you say, your voice low and promising all sorts of naughty things.

“Mmm, neither do I.” Eddie gets to his feet and unbuttons his jeans. When you reach out to help him, he pushes your hands away. “Just stay right there. Let me look at you.”

You’re leaning back and half-sitting on the shelf, your skirt bunched up around your waist, exposing your pretty folds for him to admire. He needs to fuck you, needs to feel your heat around his dick or he’s going to lose his goddamn mind. Actually, he’s probably going to lose it anyway but he’d rather be inside you when he does.

“Don’t you want so mouth action yourself?” you ask, licking your lips promisingly.

The thought of your mouth around his dick makes him even harder. “Some other time. Right now, I need to fuck you.”

“Good because I need you to fuck me too.”

He swoops in for a kiss, hungrily devouring your mouth as his pants fall to the floor. Without giving it a second thought, he spreads your legs and pushes his dick into you, swallowing your gasp in the process.

He’s not slow. He’s not gentle. Not this time.

Fueled by adrenaline, lust, and the excitement of possibly getting caught, Eddie fucks you hard against the shelf. His hands grab for your thighs again, holding onto them tightly and using them for leverage. Your arms slide around his neck and you cling to him for dear life, trailing your kisses from his lips to his neck, where you know he’s most sensitive.

Your mouth darkens the marks that are already there, barely hidden by the collar of his jacket. He loves when you mark him, loves finding hickeys in random spots all over his body. It’s like you’re staking your claim on his body, which is only fitting since you already own his heart.

Eddie is already panting, sweat dripping down his brow. He’s not as quiet as you are, he can’t be. Never has been able to since the first time his dick felt your tight walls squeezing him.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking sexy. I love you so much. Fuck, you feel good.”

“Shh,” you giggle. “They’ll hear us.”

Eddie moans. “Let them. I want everyone to know I’m fucking my girlfriend. I want them to hear me make you come.”

You slam your mouth onto his to shut him up, a very effective method that’s worked numerous times before. With your mouth on his and his dick encased by you, he’s in his happy place. No matter what happens next, no matter where life takes you, he knows that you’re his. And he’s yours.

So totally, unequivocally yours.

He’d walk into the fires of Mount Doom if you asked him to.

Or, you know, fuck you against the shelves of the public library. Whatever you need.

He makes you come first. The quick thrusts mix with him grinding against your clit pushing you over the edge. He knows you’re coming when your walls tighten around him. Fuck, you feel so fucking good and he can’t hold back much longer after that. A moment later, he’s coming too, fucking himself into you, again and again, while riding out his sweet release.

Eddie keeps going even when his dick starts to soften. He only stops when you put a hand on his wrist and lay kisses across his nose.

“Mmm, think I’m good, baby,” you say.

“No, you’re not. You’re a bad, bad girl.”

Eddie lowers your trembling legs onto the ground, going in for more kisses even as you try to duck away. “Eddie,” you chuckle. “We need to clean up and get out of here before the librarian comes looking. We weren’t exactly quiet.”

Reluctantly, he draws away, pulling his pants up in the process. “You’re right. We gotta move.” When you hold out your hand, he cocks his head in confusion. “What?”

“My panties, please?”

He grins. “Now why would I give those back?”

Your eyes widen. “Eddie,” you hiss. “I need them, you fucking came inside me, remember?”

“Oh yeah, I remember.” He tucks the panties even further into his pocket. “We probably should move quickly to get to my van. You know, before you make a mess.”

The death glare you give him is totally worth it.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn

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lilitblaukatz · 1 year

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Librarygate addition from the time-unrelated side

Richie's joking. But I'm not.

We know that the Duffers are huge Stephen King fans.

There are three significant library arcs in Stephen King's works which I can remember (add if you can, please): the novella "The Library Policeman" (1990, one of the FOUR HOUR STRIKES (the third) in "FOUR past midnight" collection); and two belong to "It": Mike Hanlon was a librarian, but also Ben Hanscom has a big arc with the Derry Library.

I will start with Ben (he is a part of our love triangle parallel after all). Ben's ties to the Derry Library are shown both in miniseries and in recent movies, but to know the full story you of course need to read the book. I've read it two times and the last one was about 15 years ago, so forgive me for any wrong memories (pun intended).

1.. Ben loved the Derry Library. Not only because he was lonely and it was a place he could spend time. He liked to learn, he had good relationship with the librarian. But most of all he liked the bridge part between the two library buildings (idk how to call it in English, that part joins the children library and the grown'ups one with well-lit warm hall with glass sides and roof, probably?). When Ben grew up, he built a building based on that hall and got an architect award for it. He liked the hall because you could use it to go from one library to another even in the winter and be warm and dry and look at all the cold and snow outside. It is probably a metaphor for that tween period of life King loves so much that most of his kid characters end up being eaten by monsters about 11-12.

Ben had bad things happen to him there as well. I don't really remember the accident with the boy and easter eggs in the book, but Ben was really scared of that photograph and the story of Kitcheners' blow up and killing a hundred of kids. Also when he was staying late helping the librarian one winter night, he saw Pennywise on the ice when Ben was crossing the river by the bridge. Yeah, that same bridge Adrian Mellon was thrown from years after Ben's encounter.

But also Ben wrote that poem about Beverly's hair in the library :)

2.. Mike Hanlon. Mike was a fellow loser to Ben. He was interested in Derry history as a kid and figured out that awful things happen in Derry every 27 years for centuries. He grew up and became a librarian in Derry Library. He was the one with his memories intact and called all the Losers when It came back 27 years later.

3.. Library Policeman. It is a hard story. I've read it when I was a kid myself, maybe 12, 13? Years later I remembered the chill and re-read it. It was still years from now so yeah, I'll do what I can with Wikipedia not helping much.

The protagonist of the novella is Sam. When Sam was a child, he was r*ped in the bushes outside of his hometown library by a man who called himself the Library Policeman who punish children who don't return their books on time. At another place, where grown-up Sam lives, he needs some books from the local library for the first time since his childhood. He accidentaly destroys the books after he uses them and then supernatural stuff start to happen. The entity calling itself the Library Policeman is terrorizing him, and the old librarian who gave him the books is long dead. That woman was not human. It is a monster who is feeding on childrens' fear.

Sam, his friend with whom he falls in love with, and a former lover of the librarian are on the mission to defeat the monster, who wants a NEW HOST to attach itself to, like a parasite. The former lover DIES while helping Sam and his friend, the monster manages to attach itself to the friend's neck and Sam saves her by pulling it off of HER NECK and throwing it under the wheels of upcoming train where it is smashed out of existence. It is a heartbreaking moment: he makes her to look forward and recite a poem or count, I don't remember, while standing behind her he lifts her hair and sees this thing on her neck (which causes some personality changes in her or just a headache I don't remember sorry), and he takes it off when the train is almost there and throws... This monster was compared to a spider too (the flesh form of It was a spider). I like the idea that it is a soteria in Will's neck, but I'm afraid it can be a part of the Mind Flayer.

So we have Hopper and Joyce go into the Upside Down through the Lab gate to find Will. S01 was heavily influenced by Alien and the Duffers don't just do an homage, they use easter eggs and parallels in the plot.

The first thing Hopper finds in the UD (the first thing Ben Hanscom had found in the sewers… was an orange Pennywise pom-pom when he was a child and red Audra Denbrough's purse as an adult) is a busted-out-of egg which is of course an egg a facehugger is grown in.

Who was born from that egg in the Stranger Things is unclear. Could be a demogorgon. Dragons lay eggs btw.

Then Joyce and Hopper inspect the Castle Byers remnants, go to Byers' house where amazed Jonathan recognizes his mother in the lights and Joyce hear him calling her gently. It is irrelevant here but fascinating. Then they follow the trace of blood into the Hawkins Public Library.

There is some kind of lair. It is similar to both the egg lair in the Alien and in the Aliens.

The difference is that in Aliens Momma is still around. Also we have cocooned corpses in the Aliens too:

Stranger things s01e08:

It's all of course from the Aliens and It: Hopper and Joyce parallel the couple from Aliens who found the ship with the eggs, the death of the father points to Hopper's future death.

Joyce finds Will like Ripley finds Newt in the lair, cocooned:

Bill Denbrough finds his wife Audra in the lair, cocooned.

But whose lair is it?!

Vecna had his lair in his old house, where he was being charged in a dock like an electronic toy...

Flesh form of It (the Spider) layed eggs in its lair which Losers destroyed (sadly, not on screen in both the miniseries and the movies) by stepping on them.

Alien Queen layed eggs in its lair which Ripley destroyed (by fire!)

Who lays those eggs (we saw one) in the UD? Whose lair is in the library???

And just what else I have on the place: Will was FOUND in the library on Nov 12th, but the sign says (Vote here) Nov. 6th when he was taken walked willingly disappeared. So can library be a part of his dissapearance too? Or even in the first place.

Dragons steal princesses and keep them in their lairs too...

King's prototype of It was a troll from a fairytale, who lives under the bridge and eats children. Do trolls eat princesses? I'm not that familiar with foreign folklore...

And the last but not least:

Team Tigers vs team Falcons:

(the shots of the library with pigeons and then pigeons were followed by shots of Joyce in her car arriving at Melvalds s01e02)

Many noticed the stalker shots and Vecna's parallels to birds.

Birds were absolutely the spies in the Duma Key by Stephen King.

#byler #jopper #will byers #joyce byers #jim hopper #librarygate #i'm rewatching

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