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bruisedleftknee · 3 days

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I need to talk about what it's like when you and Noah live together. You're both open to trying new stuff, right?? You have some friends over for a movie night, and you're watching a horror movie that is kind of erotic??? Oh, you know that is going to lead to *things* and I'm gonna tell you all about it.

Tags & Warnings: Fingering?, Oral Sex (Both Receiving), P in V, Slight power play, After care.

Word count: 2.6K

(I don't think it's anything crazy, but if it needs more tags and warnings, please let me know.)

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It's a typical Saturday night at your place, you and Noah have friends over, and you're watching some old horror movie together.

It's late. The coffee table is covered with empty pizza boxes and paper cups. Everyone's watching the movie, and the house is quiet.

You're sure you've seen this movie before, the woman is handcuffed to the bed and the man dies of a heart attack or something, but you're tired and a little too sleepy to remember any other details.

You're thinking about the ending of the movie, trying to remember how exactly it happens, so you tilt your head to Noah to ask him if he remembers it or not, but you see that he's looking at you. He has his hands up, his fingers locked together, and he looks like he's been staring at you in the same position for a few minutes now. He's resting his head on his shoulder, and you can see he's sleepy too.

You smile at him. "Wanna go to bed?" you ask him. "Yeah, I think I'm getting old for these late nights," he answers as he gets up from the couch. He reaches for your hand to help you get up, says good night to everyone, and you both start walking to your bedroom upstairs.

"Guys, you know where the pillows and blankets are." You tell your friends, and you're walking behind Noah, holding his hand. "Yeah, g-night" your friend Jolly says as he scrolls his phone.

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You're upstairs. Noah's already in bed, looking at some cat videos on his phone, wearing only his black boxers, with the blanket only covering one of his legs.

You finish your skincare routine, change into your comfy pajamas, and crawl under the heavy blanket.

When you get in bed, Noah puts away his phone and opens his arms for you, He always does this because he loves falling asleep spooning you.

You get comfy in his arms and leave a soft kiss on his bicep. He kisses the back of your head and wraps his other hand around you.

"We've watched that movie before, haven't we?" You ask him. "Yeah, we have," he answers in his low, sleepy voice.

"I don't remember the ending,"

"She gets herself out of the handcuffs and finally faces her fears."

"Oh, you're right; I remember now." You say, "Don't you dare die if you ever handcuff me to the bed.".

He stays silent for a few seconds. "Can I handcuff you to the bed?" He asks in a playful and curious tone, moving his hand and placing it gently on your breast.

"Wait, were you thinking about this when we were watching the movie??" You ask, surprised.

"Hmmm, maybe." He answers, "So, can I?"

"Hmmm, maybe," you say, mocking him, but you're wondering if you want that or not.

"Can I do it now?" Noah asks; his voice doesn't sound sleepy anymore.

"What? Like right now?" You're even more surprised now.

"Why not? I promise not to die," he says, laughing at his own joke.

"You have handcuffs?" You ask curiously.

"No, but we can use other stuff." He kisses your neck and plays with your nipple that is now hard from thinking about the things the two of you can do if you say yes.

"Baby, it's okay if you don't want to; you know that, right?" He assures you between kisses. "Actually, I think I'd like to try." You answer with a little doubt in your tone, you're not sure if you'll like it or not.

"Are you sure?" Noah asks you again, "Yeah," you say, this time with less doubt in your voice.

Noah starts kissing you, and soon you lose count of the number of times he's pressed his lips on your skin.

Noah is lying on his left side; his left arm is under your head. You're lying on your back, your right leg is on his thighs, and your legs are wide open. He has his right hand in your panties, gently playing with your clit.

Between the kisses he leaves on your neck, you hold his face with one hand so you can kiss him.

You try to keep quiet; you know your friends are still up cause the TV is on, but you also know if you make too much noise, they can hear you.

It's quiet in your bedroom; the only noises you can hear are the sound of you and Noah's breaths and the noises your wet pussy makes when Noah slowly fingers you.

All this time, you've been thinking, When is he going to tie your hand? What is he gonna use to do it? Is he gonna tie both of your hands to the bed frame or just one? What is he gonna do after that?

"Do it," you say to Noah after moments of making out in silence.

"What?" he asks.

"Tie me up," you say between kisses. "Don't keep me waiting."

He smiles, kisses your forehead, and goes to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he's back with his Jujitsu belt in his hand.

"You're going to use that?" You ask, you never thought he might use that to tie your hands some day.

"We don't have to if you don't like it," he assures you. But you do like it, you didn't know if you would, but now every fiber in your body tingles to feel the things he's gonna do to you sooner.

"No, I do," you say as you start undressing and lay closer to the bed frame. Noah comes to the bed, holds your hands, and starts leaving kisses on each one of your fingers, then starts tying your hands with the belt.

Now your wrists are pressed together slightly above your head.

"Tell me if it's too tight, baby," he asks you.

"It's good." Your heart is starting to beat faster every second.

You're lying in the center of the bed, and your hands are tied to the bed frame above your head.

Noah sits in front of you on the bed, opens your legs, and caresses your inner thighs with his soft hands.

You don't know why your legs are shaking; you're not afraid, you're curious and excited.

He leans in and starts kissing a line from your glistening core to your lips, inch by inch, he leaves kisses on your skin.

He goes to your nipples and starts licking them. With every lick, you close your legs a little; it's involuntarily.

"Keep them open for me," he tells you, and you try to do exactly that.

He touches your core with four fingers, and you stop yourself before a moan comes out of you, but when he spreads your arousal on your folds and sticks two fingers inside you, your moan isn't something you can control anymore.

"Better keep it down," he tells you, but you're still moaning; you'd cover your mouth with your hands if they were free, but they're not.

When your moans get more frequent, he puts his big hand on your mouth; his hand covers almost all of your face.

When you're finally quiet, he moves his face towards your navel, kisses it a few times, and then goes where his fingers are—your hole.

How long can you really last if he's playing with every sensitive part of your body? Your hole is stuffed with his fingers, his tongue is on your clit and he's moved his hand to your breast and is playing with it like it's his toy. And this has been going on for minutes now, so how long will you last?

You try to pull your hands out of the knot to do something, to control the pace, to grab his head and tell him to stop cause he's making you crazy and you need a pause to breathe, but you realize that there's no escaping this, and it's so exciting.

You shut your eyes, and your mouth opens as he circles your clit fast. Your back arches, and you feel so close to orgasm. "M'gonna.." you tell him, and immediately he pulls out his fingers and lets go of you.

"Not yet, baby." He's not touching you anymore, you open your eyes to see him sitting between your open legs looking at you.

"Whyyy did youuu stop?" You whine and try to stop the vibration that you're feeling inside you by closing your legs and pressing them against each other, but he stops you from doing that.

You turn your face to your side and try to bury it in the space between your shoulder and neck. He holds your face with one hand, says, "Eyes on me, baby, we're just starting," and puts his thumb in your mouth.

He takes off his boxers and sits on top of you; his thighs are on both sides of your shoulders; he strokes his dick, and you can see a drop of precum hanging from its tip.

"Open," he tells you, and brings his cock closer to your mouth, and you listen. "You know that's not enough; open more for me." He waits, and when your mouth is wide open and you have your tongue out, he puts the tip on your tongue. You taste his precum and try to lick it, but he stops you by taking away his cock. "You want it, don't you?"

You bring your head close to him so you can reach his cock, but he pulls away. "Tell me what you want, Y/N."

"You. Please, I want you." You say looking up at his tall figure.

You open your mouth again, and he pushes his hard cock into your mouth. Its tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag a little. Your head is pinned against the mattress, and you can't control the movements; the harder he fucks your mouth, the more you drool. Your saliva is all over your chin, and with every harder thrust in your mouth, more tears run down your cheeks.

"You take me so well, baby. A little more.." He says in between his breaths in a low voice.

He holds the bed frame and fucks your face harder and faster. Your face is covered with your tears and saliva. You feel like you can't breathe right, and he's going faster and faster, then suddenly he stops. His dick pulses and twitches inside your mouth. His eyes are closed, and he's breathing heavily.

He slowly pulls out his cock and comes down to kiss your mouth, His tongue brushes on your lips, and he licks the saliva off you lips.

"You're wonderful, you know that?" He tells you as he wipes your tears with his fingers and smiles at you.

You smile back. "Do you want me to continue?" he asks. "Yes," you tell him.

His dick is covered in your saliva. You can taste his precum on your tongue.

He strokes his dick and sits where he was sitting before; this time he comes closer, close enough that your butt cheeks touche his thighs, he rests your legs on his shoulders. His touch makes you legs legs shake, he kisses them, "Relax baby," he tells you as he slides the tip of his cock between your folds. He doesn't give you all of it, you whine and moan, you want all of him.

"Dies this feel good?" He asks you with a smirk on his face.

"Noa.. h.. I need more," Your tears are running down your face again.

"I asked you a question." He goes a little more in.

"Yes, yes, it's so good."

"Is this all you can take?"

"No please.. Give me all of it, baby, please." You beg him; your voice is a little louder than it should be.

"Shhhhh.." he says as he presses himself into you.

You have him now, all of him. You feel your walls adjusting to him with every thrust. His hands are on your knees, keeping you closer to him.

He starts to circle your clit with his thumb. Your tears haven't stopped, so you have closed your eyes to stop them.

"Open your eyes, baby, look at me," Noah tells you. "Look at me; I want to see how you take my cock."

When you look at him, his head is tilted backwards, and he's hissing in pleasure, trying to keep quiet.

Looking at him, watching his cock and how he thrusts into you and how he's enjoying it brings you close to your orgasm; you feel it in your stomach, and if your friends weren't home, you would scream so loudly, but you don't say anything. If you tell Noah that you're close, he will stop, so you don't say anything, and when he pinches your clit your mouth opens wide and your eyes roll back. He's pounding his cock inside you and playing with your clit. You're seeing stars and trying your best to keep your body still, and seconds later, without saying a word, you come.

"I.. I came," you say quietly between his thrusts.

He looks at you surprised and confused, "No baby you didn't," and slams himself into you harder.

"Noah, p- please" Your pussy feels even wetter than before, your release is all over your cheeks and his thighs and you feel like you don't have the energy to go on another second.

"You're gonna cum for me." He presses his finger on your clit, grabs your neck and slightly presses his fingers on the sides and fucks you harder. "Come on baby, show me you can do it."

As he goes harder, you feel your second orgasm building, your legs are shaking and your back arches, "I'm gonn-" your toes curl, and when you let out a silent scream as you feel the release.

He stops and pulls out quickly. "You did great, baby. Can you give me a little more?" He kisses your belly.

"Mhmm" You nod cause you're too fucked out to talk.

Noah grabs you by the waist and helps you turn your back to him. Your hands are still tied to the bed frame, but you have a little room to change your position.

You get on your knees, rest your head on the mattress, and he puts a pillow under your head.

You haven't said a word since you came for the second time cause you're still swimming in pleasure, but Noah has been praising you for how good you were.

When he's inside you again, he has both hands on your back. You close your eyes and try to focus on the pleasure you feel when he moves inside you.

He's been going for a long time now, and before you know it, his rhythm gets messy, he reasts his head on your shoulders and puts both hands on your sides, and he fucks into you faster. He hisses in pleasure when he comes, empties himself inside you and stays there for while.

He kisses your shoulders and your back and slowly pulls out. His cum drips out of your hole, and you gasp at the sight you're seeing from between your legs.

Noah gently helps you sit on your knees. He opens your hands and kisses the red marks around your waists, then he kisses you and sits you on the bed.

He rushes to the bathroom and comes back with towels and a glass of water.

He hands you the water and kisses your head. "Was that fun?" He asks and starts to clean you with a warm damp towel.

"Yes," you sip your water, "more than I thought, actually. Was it fun for you?"

"Of course, baby. It was amazing. Thank you."

Noah sits on the bed beside you, kisses your head again, and you hug each other.

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angelltheninth · 3 days

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I need you to hear me out-

“Let’s ruin ourselves for anyone else” with Clark Kent for the smutty one liners

Hope you have a good day ✨

Hope you have a good day too!

Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time having sex, size difference, gentle sex, strength kink, whimpering, blushing, size kink

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: The MAWS fandom has some kind of hivemind cause we all decided that Clark Kent was 100% a virgin.

2. "Let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

"How... I'm sorry... but how am I supposed to fit this," Clark looked at his rock hard cock, "into there?" and then at where his finger was, inside your pussy. He was scared of this exact thing. There was always a chance he was too big for you, Clark was a mountain of a man after all.

You laughed, "Clark, you know that hole can push out a baby right? I can take that big cock of yours." You tried to make him feel better but you were nervous too. Your heartbeat drummed in his ears, making him sweat. When he moved his finger again your pussy clenched around it.

"But my finger is already filling you, what if I hurt you. I can hold back but I can't do anything about my size." He pulled his finger out to compare. His cock was quite a bit thicker. When he wrapped his hand around it the tip still fully peaked out, red and covered with pre. "And you're so small compared to me. What happens if I hurt you and ruin this?"

Doubt was written all over the superhero's face, and fear.

He could stop missiles with his hands, fly around the whole world whenever he wanted, move buildings and crush tanks. Compared to all of that you were as fragile as glass. "Then how about this..." You pulled him closer with your legs, both of you moaning when his cock parted your folds. "Clark, lets ruin ourselves for anyone else."

"What... do you mean?" His blue eyes were full of hesitation. You quirked your eyebrow at him. "Oh, it's your first time too isn't it? See, that's even more reason why I should-" His breath stopped as you took the big tip of his cock, "Should... what was I saying?" He linked a few times, eyes suddenly only able to look at where your bodies joined, "Gosh."

"How. The. Hell. Are. You. Real." You asked between kissing his square jaw. Clark grinned to himself, squaring his shoulders to appear even bigger.

"I'm from space so I'm not sure myself." Good, he seemed to be a bit more relaxed now. "I know you're trying to calm me down, but I can hear your heartbeat too. It feels like I should be the one calming you down, you're the one who'll take... it."

"It? And what exactly will I take, hm Clark?" Rolling your hips downwards you took him past his cockhead, your pussy clenching and loosening around him.

His blush went all the way down his chest. Clark never cursed, dirty talk was new to him. He did try his best, he knew you enjoyed it, hearing him say all the filthy things.

"My... cock, you'll take as much as you can. I'd love if you could take all of actually! But please don't push yourself to." Always so sweet. You nodded and urged him forward again, little by little, he probably didn't even feel pushing past your hymen but you sure did. "Can I keep going? You got really tight, did that hurt?"

"You... feel bigger than you look. Fuck, I love it. I think I'm already addicted to your big cock." You had no problem admitting that, the heat between your legs, the pressure and fullness was already getting to your head.

"My big... oh my gosh." His eyes shut closed, focusing on how he feels, trying to hone in on the increasing heartbeat, the pulsing and drumming of his own heart. He wanted to be here in this moment, with nothing from the outside world interfering. As he nudged his hips forward he suddenly found them pressed against yours. "Huh? Is it-?"

You whimpered as he tried to move but found he had no more space to do so. "Jesus, Clark, give me a minute."

"Sorry." He smiled from ear to ear, "I just can't believe you actually managed to take me." Clark leaned down for a series of quick kisses. "This feels really nice. Is it nice for you too?"

You bobbed your head and leaned it against his broad shoulder, pressing kisses along the muscle. Since you couldn't bit him your lipstick would be enough. "You can rock back and forth a little, I want to feel you move with me." He waited for you to start but the moment you started moving back he met your hips with his.

There was simply no part of Clark Kent that wanted to be rough with you. It went against his nature. You heard him groan next to your ear when your inner walls fluttered around him, your pussy taking him to the balls and your legs keeping him there. The vibrations seemed like they traveled through his whole body.

Moments after the same happened to you, your body pressing against his, nails raking down his back, "Clar- mmn! Don't move please." You didn't think you'd come so quickly, not with all the toys you used before but it seems neither of them had anything on Clark's real cock. Like a real hero he didn't let go, not until you stopped shaking so he could pull you into a proper, deep kiss.

Your smaller frame was completely enveloped in everything that was him, all his love and gentleness and muscly mass.

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lizzieisright · 3 days

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AUUH okay I know it’s tuff and all for the writing so I wouldn’t expect this to be done automatically it’s just whenever you get the chance😭🙏 bratty omega Abby? i could just see her being a brat badly and reader puts her in her place

I've also got a req for the heat/rut sync and Abby's moodiness fits in perfectly. She is such a brat once she knows she can rile you up I love her.

female alpha!reader x omega!abby

Palestine: what can you do

Tags: dead dove: do not eat. a/b/o universe (female alphas have dicks), modern AU, heat/rut sync, rough sex, pregnancy scare, brat!Abby.

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It's not common for heats and ruts to sync - so you two for some stupid reason don't check your tracking apps to see when you're due.

You know Abby's heat is coming up because she is moody: she is grumpy and frustrated and gets irritated if you don't understand her puzzling demands. It doesn't upset you - you let her have her space and be as moody as she wants.

For some reason, it only makes her more moody. Abby is frowning as she watches you fold your laundry.

“You're doing it wrong.” She complains and you chuckle.

“Do you want to do it?”

“No, I want you to do it right. Slacks belong on a rack. You folded them and you'll look like an embarrassing fool when you put them on.”

You chuckle, but it's not a good chuckle: you can't help but to feel challenged by your own omega. Abby starts to notice how your presence pressures her into submission, but she just gets more irritated with you.

“Anything else?” You ask and the dangerous undertone of your voice gets Abby excited.

“You don't iron your clothes. It's annoying.”

“Huh.” You press your lips together and Abby smells your anger.

But you smell her arousal.

“Enjoying pushing my buttons?” Abby frowns like you said something stupid, but her scent spikes. “I can smell you.”

Abby huffs and gets up to walk out of the room, still trying to keep her irritated facade, but you catch her by her waist: you will not let it slide.

“You don't get to walk away from me after being a brat.” Abby frowns but her cheeks flush red. She is caught.

“I'm not a fucking brat.” Abby tries to save her dignity. “You need to learn how to fold your clothes.”

“Do I now? Or did you come up with an excuse to get me angry?” You graze her throat with your fangs and Abby folds.

Her scent becomes thick and it hits you hard enough so you dig your nails into her waist, her pheromones pushing all of your instincts that are revved up on Abby's mood. You want to own her, to show Abby her fucking place and your brain just doesn't function anymore. You're not her nice gentle alpha now - you feel possessive and aggressive.

“Bedroom, now.” You growl and Abby obediently guides you to your bedroom.

You close the door and push Abby to the bed while she looks at you with her golden eyes and she is still fucking stubborn.

“Knees and elbows.” You order her and Abby listens.

She presents herself to you: her spread glistening thighs with her swollen pussy on display. Abby turns her head to look at you and you growl: from this angle she looks so innocent, as if she wasn't being a bitch two minutes ago, and so inviting, begging to be filled and fucked properly.

You get on the bed and knead her ass, making Abby mewl, getting her desperate and frustrated - you feel it in her scent, her impatience.

“You want something, babygirl?”

“Fuck me.” Abby growls and it rips your self-control to shreds. Your eyes turn red and your scent gets worse, overpowering Abby.��

You grab her hair and press her head into the mattress, while you hold her waist with your other hand, making Abby arch and submit. Abby feels your jeans on her bare thighs and she rubs against you, not caring about anything anymore.

“Don't fucking growl at me.” You say and Abby whines, falling into heat euphoria.

“Please.” Abby begs, now definitely too turned on: she is ready to fucking cry.

You hum and let go of Abby's hair, trying to get yourself under control. You sit back and watch Abby's hips wiggle, looking for any kind of relief, and you can't take it anymore, can't see Abby so stressed because she's not getting fucked.

Two fingers slide in Abby easily and she moans, relieved. Abby can't keep her thighs up, her knees sliding in opposite directions, so you hoist her up by her hips and finally starts fucking her. You're still careful, but Abby is so wet and her cunt stretches so well around your fingers that you get more aggressive, almost taking your fingers out only to push them back to the hilt. Abby whines and grips her pillow, not knowing where to put herself: it feels so good, but she needs more.

“I need you, please.” Abby chokes on her moan when you thrust particularly hard. Your pace gets quicker and then Abby feels another finger prodding her hole. “Oh my god, yes.”

“Look at this pussy, taking my fingers so well.” You marvel, watching your three digits fucking in and out of her. “You must be already close, tightening on me like this.”

Abby whines and snakes her hand to her clit, but you don't let her, pushing her hand away. Instead you lean down and suck on her clit, making Abby cum immediately. Abby shrieks and tries to close her thighs, but you keep fucking her anyway, until she taps her hand on your hip.

You slowly take your fingers out of Abby and kiss her ass cheek affectionately while you watch her cum drip on the covers. Your dick twitches and Abby whines when she sniffs how turned on you're, eager to satisfy you. Abby arches deeper, a clear invitation, and you growl, unbuckling your jeans and sliding them down enough for your cock to be free.

You rub your dick on her wet, sensitive pussy and Abby growls again, too impatient for her own good. The slap on her ass cheek makes Abby twitch from sudden pain, but her scent spikes in arousal.

“Cut it out.” You growl back and slap her other cheek, leaving a red handprint on her skin.

Abby mewls and only gets wetter, pressing back into you.

“Please.”

“You can do better.” You huff and gently slap her cunt, making Abby jump.

“Please-please-please, I need you, fuck.” Abby begs and you tap her pussy while she speaks just to rile her up. “Alpha, please!”

Abby hides her shriek in the pillow while you bottom out inside her, dragging your cock over her tight, sensitive walls. She is so wet and smells so fucking good, you just have to lean down and sink your teeth into her shoulder. Abby whimpers and bucks her hips, taking you even deeper, making you moan into her ear, and you both fall into full pheromone bliss.

You slam your hips into Abby, pressing her head into the pillow so she wouldn't move, so she would submit, and she only sticks her ass out for you, submitting happily. You are mounting her now, covering Abby with your body, suffocating her with your scent, and Abby melts into the bed, whining and whimpering as you fuck her. Abby doesn't even try to think, fully lost in you, her only need is to be filled up and knotted now.

“Alpha-” Abby sobs and pushes her arms by her sides to grab her underbutt and pull it apart, opening her drooling hole for you. You growl and slam into her harder: you don't control yourself anymore.

You move your hand between Abby's shoulder blades to keep her pinned, but then you move enough so you could play with Abby's clit while you thrust into her relentlessly.

“F-fuck-” You grunt when Abby tightens around you, making your pace stutter. “You're gonna be good? Gonna cum on my cock?”

Abby nods her head feverishly and mewls, her cunt flutters around you.

“Good.” You growl and pick up your speed. You're so high on the pheromones, on the way Abby's pussy is so tight and hot around you, so you keep fucking her, pushing back inside her just to hear her little whimpers and feel her hot walls trap you.

Abby coils and cums, filling your nose with her spiked scent, and you don't think anymore: you don't hear anything except Abby's pleas to knot her. You dig your nails into her hips and pull her back on your cock, and Abby jumps and twitches, but takes it.

“Cum inside me, please.” Abby moans and you slam so hard into her Abby moves up on the bed, her poor pillow is under her tits now.

“You'll look so good pregnant with my kids, Abby.” You pant. “Gonna be a good little omega and take my knot?”

“Yes, please, yes!” Abby sobs and arches again, showing her submission, and it tips you over: you thrust into her, pushing your knot inside and Abby cums again, triggering your own orgasm when she pulsates around your knot. You growl and cum, filling Abby up.

You both collapse on the bed and you bury your nose in Abby's neck, growling still. Your scent stops suffocating her and you both start to calm down. Your brain gets clearer in time with Abby's and suddenly you both smell of anxiety.

“Fuck.” You sigh, not sure if you can touch Abby: you were so fucking rough with her. “Baby, how are you? I'm so sorry.”

“I'm fine, I'm good.” Abby says quickly, but she stinks of anxiety. “It's not that. You're in rut.”

You stop breathing. If you're in rut, and Abby is in heat, it-

“We fucked up.” Abby whispers, horrified. “I'm not on birth control.”

You swallow, your heart heavy: you know what it means - it means Abby can get pregnant, since the syncs are the only times when an omega can get pregnant. You take a breath to keep calm for Abby's sake: you need to fix whatever upset her. You need to make her feel happy and safe, not scared and anxious. Thank god you can think for now, before your hormones fuck you over again.

“Okay, baby, breathe. I'll go to the pharmacy and buy emergency pills.” You tell her gently and Abby nods.

“What if they don't work? Fuck, what if I get pregnant?” The smell of anxiety intensifies and you really want to sneeze.

“Then we will deal with it.”

“Will you leave me?” Abby sniffles.

You chuckle fondly: Abby is so cute during her heats.

“Of course not. Summer wedding, remember?” You nuzzle into Abby's neck and carefully move to your side to make you two comfortable. “I'll be with you no matter what.”

Abby sniffles again and smells of love, and you hug her tightly, your affection spilling out of you.

“I didn't want to be so rough.” You say apologetically and Abby snorts.

“I loved it. I knew someday I'd break you.” Abby smirks and you look dramatically shocked.

“So you planned it!”

“No, I was annoyed. But now I know I just need to growl at you and you'll do exactly what I want.”

“Don't start now, I'm still kinda power crazy.”

“I'm going to have so much fun.” Abby giggles and you flick her nipple, making her yelp.

“Yeah?” You purr dangerously and Abby shudders, clenches around your knot. “I will use my voice if you do it again.”

Abby bites her lips as her plan forms in her head. She is definitely growling at you again.

It takes fifteen minutes for the knot to ease up and you run to the pharmacy, knowing you have fifteen minutes before you’re hit with the next wave. You stink, and people let you go first so you won’t bother them, and you run back home just in time.

You don’t expect to be met with a very grumpy Abby: she sits on the bed in your t-shirt, frowning and pouting, her arms crossed on her chest. You blink at her, trying to guess her mood, but you have no idea what it is.

Then she scrunches her face when she sees the pills in your hand, and her frown deepens.

“No.”

You blink again.

“What do you mean “no”?”

“It’s our baby. I want to have our baby.” Abby crosses her arms tighter, defiant.

Each word triggers your rut and you have to breathe through your mouth to calm down: you can’t just listen to your omega begging to have your baby, but you need to think with your bigger head right now.

“How about we go through this sync, and then if you still want a baby after, we will take it seriously, hm?”

Abby frowns, irritated.

“Why can’t we have this baby? It’s already there!”

You hardly keep yourself from laughing: Abby is so fucking cute.

“Because this baby’s got irresponsible parents who will have them as an accident.”

“Okay. But only this time. I don’t want an accident baby. I want a planned baby.”

Abby takes the pill and drinks water, while you sigh in relief - Abby might’ve been more stubborn.

“It’s all your fault.” Abby says and you chuckle.

“Instead of being a brat you can just beg like a good girl.” You offer her and Abby huffs.

“You wish, alpha.” She mocks you. You smile.

Five minutes after Abby is begging and crying when you use your voice to tell her she is not allowed to cum.

She is not the only one who is allowed to have fun.

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Unwanted: Chapter 26, Unsurprising - Pt. 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 1.4k

Previously On...: Nat gave you some very interesting, and disturbing news.

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“Buck,” you hissed, shaking his sleeping form. You hadn’t been on the phone with Nat for that long; there’s no way he should be sleeping this deeply already. “Wake the fuck up!”

He groaned and rolled over, looking at you through sleepy eyes. “Pocket?” he groaned, bringing up a hand to rub at his forehead. “I told you, I’m not just gonna fuck you if it doesn’t mean anything.”

You shoved him. “That’s not why I’m here, asshat!” you hissed. “Something’s happened!”

Bucky bolted upright and flipped on the bedside lamp. “What is it?” he asked, looking alarmed as he ran his eyes over your frame. “Are you alright? Are there complications? Do you need to go back to the hospital?” You were surprised that his immediate response was concern for your welfare, though you shouldn’t have been– Bucky had always been protective– until it came to protecting you from his actions, of course.

“No,” you said, reassuring him, “I’m fine. Something happened at the Tower. With Carthage.” You quickly recapped what Natasha had texted you, adding the sparse details she’d provided during your call.

“So, she quit?” he asked. “That’s great!”

“No, baby,” you said, and if either one of you noticed the endearment that slipped out, you didn’t acknowledge it. “Fuck… I’m just gonna say it because I don’t know how to put it delicately: Jade’s an undercover Hydra operative and her mission was to bring you back to them so they could reclaim you as their asset.”

You weren’t sure what reaction you had expected from Bucky– shock? Anger? Tears? Any one of them, or, hell, a combination of all three, would have been more than appropriate and expected.

What you had not been expecting, however, was fucking laughter. You looked at him blankly for a minute, wondering if you’d looked this crazy when you’d started laughing after Dr. Carson had informed you of your miscarriage.

“It’s not funny, Buck,” you said, annoyed.

“It��s fucking hilarious, doll!” Bucky gasped, tears coming to his eyes from how hard he was laughing now. “She’s a Hydra agent? She’s got TicTac followers, for Christ’s sake!”

You could feel your blood pressure rising in your veins. Oh, you were getting angry at him, now. “First of all, it’s fucking TikTok, and I don’t know why we have to keep having that conversation! And second,” you took a breath, knowing this was probably not the most appropriate time to start something, but not being able to let it go, “I cannot fucking believe that, after everything, all the bullshit you fed me tonight in the living room, you’re still taking her side, taking her word over mine, as if I would make an accusation like that without any fucking proof!”

Bucky’s demeanor sobered up in an instant, as if you’d physically knocked the laughter out of him. He reached for your hand, and you let him take it. “Oh, sweets, no– that’s not… that’s not why I’m laughin’. I believe you; trust me, I learned my lesson there. No, it’s fucking hilarious, because of course she’s a Hydra agent. It explains everything, actually.” He didn’t need to elaborate for you to catch his meaning– of course she would have only pursued him so aggressively because it was her mission objective to do so. He must have felt himself so foolish to think that she would have had real feelings for him. You thought for a second that the realization should make you angry– you hadn’t needed a secret agenda to love him, after all, but then, he probably thought you didn’t love him anymore, either; you’d certainly given no indication of it. Even now, he still viewed himself as so completely undeserving of affection, and that just made your heart heavy with sadness.

“I don’t think it was just her mission,” you said, not really sure why you were about to come to the defense of the woman who’d made your life a living hell, but also knowing that you couldn’t stand for him to think he was unloveable. “She had the perfect opportunity to incapacitate you and bring you back to them on the Russia trip.” Ugh, just saying those two words left a sick taste in your mouth. “You were alone, in their territory, and she… she had you in an extremely vulnerable position. It would have been so easy for her to incapacitate you there, deliver you to them. But she didn’t. Whatever her mission objective is, I’m pretty sure she’s got one of her own, and I think it’s just you.”

Bucky studied you quizzically. “Are you… trying to reassure me? Because trust me, Pocket, it’s no skin off my back if she never actually cared about me, though it does make me regret everything even more.”

“I just…” you struggled to find the right words. “I just don’t want you thinking the only reason someone would want you is because they were told to,” you said after a minute. “That they were pretending. I’ve seen the way she looked at you, and it drove me absolutely crazy, because I know that’s how I look at you, too. I’m just saying, in her own fucked up way, I think she does care for you, whatever that means to her.”

Bucky’s head tilted as he looked at you, eyes gone gooey. “Present tense,” he said softly.

“What?”

He held your cheek into his big hand, rubbing a thumb along the line of your cheek bone. “You said that’s how you look at me. Not looked. Present tense, not past.”

You snorted; you’d walked right into that. “Just because I stopped trusting you doesn’t mean I ever stopped loving you,” you admitted.

“Pocket,” he said, leaning closer to you, “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay? If you don’t want me to, just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

“What happened to not wanting to be intimate with me if it’s not going to mean anything,” you exhaled. He was impossibly close now, but you hadn’t told him to stop. Not yet.

His breath teased your lips. “I think we both know now it’s anything but meaningless,” he said. His lips brushed across yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Tell me to stop,” he said again in a final warning, but you both knew you wouldn’t. You couldn’t. All you could do was close the millimeters of distance remaining between you until his mouth was on yours, begging for you to let him in.

So you did. And it was like a sudden summer downpour after a drought. A ray of warm sunlight breaking through the chill of snow clouds. The first blossom unfurling from the ground to signal the true arrival of Spring. It was finally coming home, all encompassing and everything you’d ever needed, a promise of sweetness and new beginnings. And it was over all too soon.

Bucky broke the kiss, chuckling as you greedily chased after his lips with your own, a pitiful whine escaping them at the loss of contact. “Come back here,” you grumbled, reaching for him to bring him closer, but Bucky leaned away from you.

“Told you, sweetheart,” Bucky said, pulling down the covers next to him and beckoning for you to join him in the bed, “I’m not gonna have you if I can’t have all of you. Now get in bed.”

Son of a bitch. He wasn’t playing fair. “Not sure how that translates to me getting in bed with you, Barnes,” you said, definitely crossing your arms over your chest.

Bucky rolled his eyes and picked you up, gently depositing you in the space he’d made for you inside his covers, and you couldn’t help but let out a little squeak. “If you think I’m gonna let you sleep on your own when we have no idea where Carthage is, you’re crazier than I thought,” he said, pulling the sheet and blankets up around you. “Now go to sleep.”

If you hoped he was going to wrap you in his arms and hold you close while you drifted off, you were in for disappointment. Instead, he left a respectable distance between the two of you, then, checking behind the nightstand to make sure his gun was where he’d left it, turned off the bedside lamp. “G’night, sweets,” he called softly before settling on his side, facing away from you.

“Night, Buck,” you whispered into the dark, more confused than ever before.

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Dare | Song Mingi

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Yunho turns to you and says, "Your turn. Truth or dare?"

Feeling a mix of confidence and nerves, you reply, "Since I already did truth, I'll go with dare." The guys always come up with crazy dares, and you can't help but remember the last time they dared you to do something. You didn't really want to think about it.

Suddenly, Wooyoung raises his hand high in the air and shouts, "I have one!" Everyone's eyes turn to him, and you can't help but feel a bit anxious. Wooyoung is known for his wild and outrageous dares, with Jongho always there to encourage him. "I dare you to take a body shot off of mingi."

You feel your face flush with embarrassment as you look at Mingi, who’s expression is just as flustered as yours. Feeling your heart racing, you weigh your options. Do you back out and risk being teased for weeks, or do you go through with the dare and potentially make things awkward with Mingi? It didn’t help you have a big fat crush on him.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to go for it. You walk over to Mingi, who is trying to hide his own nerves with a nonchalant expression. “I’ll do it if you’re okay with it.”

He nods, giving you the green light. You can feel the tension in the room as you take the shot glass from Wooyoung and pour the alcohol onto Mingi's stomach.

As you lean down to take the shot, you can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. You lift your head, a mix of shock and amusement on everyone's faces. Some of them thought you wouldn’t go through with it. Wooyoung and Yunho are cheering, while Jongho looks impressed and slightly amused.You can't help but laugh along with them.

But suddenly you are caught off guard as Mingi's lips crash to yours in a passionate kiss. The room falls silent once again, the shock evident on everyone's faces. Time seems to stand still as you melt into the kiss, the taste of alcohol lingering on both your lips. The kiss was so much more than you expected. You had never imagined your first kiss with Mingi would be this way, but you wouldn’t change it for anything else. The electricity between the two of you is undeniable, and for a moment, it feels like you’re the only two in the room.

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Our Aurora : Chapter 3

Poly!Ot8!Ateez x afab/female!Reader

Summary: Attending university with your eight boyfriends wasn’t easy, neither was sharing a mansion with them.

Warnings: MDNI, this mini series includes tons of smut, slight violence, protective ateez, poly relationship, established relationship, mentions of mxm, choking, other smut themes.

SMUT ONLY CHAPTER

WC: 1.9k

AU: University

Genre: Smut/fluff

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“Jongho?” You called out to your boyfriend in the passenger seat.

Yunho glanced at you from the rear view mirror, already seeing you unbuckle yourself in the backseat, “Y/N, put that seat belt back on this-“

“No. Jongho, please take your cock out.” You licked your lips as you leaned over the console from the backseat.

Jongho dropped his phone in his lap, “W-what?” You and Yunho had just picked Jongho up from soccer practice and you were horny as fuck.

“What the fuck, Y/n?” Jongho slowly turned to stare at you.

“You heard me, whip your cock out.” You stared down at his clenched fists.

Yunho gripped the steering wheel, he wanted to watch so bad, watch his girlfriend give his boyfriend a handjob.

“Yes, I did in fact hear you, but..” Jongho sighed, “We are on the highway, I can’t just take my dick out.”

“Jongho, baby, the windows are tinted, if you don’t want to, that’s fine.” You sat back in your seat, “I’ll just fuck myself back here.”

Yunho growled and you both stopped what you were doing to look at him, “Fuck, you two are so annoying.” He pushed his glasses up his nose and swerved to find an empty lot, cars honking at him for driving recklessly.

When he found a safe place, he turned off the car, “Y/N, up here, now.”

You grumbled to yourself and climbed up front, not sure who to sit on, “Um..”

Yunho pushed his seat back and reclined it, yanking you to sit on his lap, “You just couldn’t wait till we got home to fuck the star boy, could you? Should I punish you?” You let out a whimper as he grinded you on his bulge.

Jongho let out a loud gulp as he palmed his growing erection, “Yunho..don’t you think-“

“Shut up, Jongho, unless you want me to punish you too.” Yunho had thrown his glasses in the backseat and glared at the younger male.

You smacked Yunho’s shoulder, “Stop being mean to him, he didn’t do anything.” Yunho quirked up his lip in annoyance, grabbing your throat with his long fingers.

“I really should shut that mouth of yours, shouldn’t I?” His other hand came to palm your covered breast, “Because all you seem to do is yap and yap.”

Jongho didn’t know what to do in this moment, he froze up. He could only watch as his male lover fondled your body and roughed you up. He watched as Yunho latched his lips onto your collarbone. His cock was aching by now, begging to be freed from his shorts.

Yunho ripped open your shirt to access more of your chest, “Yunho!” You gasped, the sudden air exposure bringing chills to your nipples.

This was so hot in Jongho’s eyes, he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled his cock out. He sighed in relief and rested his head on the headrest, closing his eyes as he listened to your moans and whines. All because of Yunho.

Yunho gripped your waist tightly, “Strip. Bare.”

You didn’t even hesitate, just too excited to finally have a cock inside of you after being horny all day. You’d take any of your boyfriends.

Jongho lightly panted from the side, “Yunho, please, I need to be inside of her. Can we go home?”

Yunho slapped your ass and stared at Jongho, “You can wait, I’m going in first. So be patient like the little good boy you are, got it? Maybe I’ll fuck you after.”

Jongho didn’t want to wait, he’s been so pent up with his never ending practices, especially with the big game coming up. He just wanted to be inside one of his lovers or maybe the other way around. He just didn’t have time. He could only suffer as he watched Yunho caress and fondle your body. He could only watch as your bare body shivered from the cold air. He could only watch as Yunho’s long fingers slip inside your dripping cunt, eager and ready to suck his digits in.

Your body arched towards Yunho, your nipples pressing against his warm cardigan. You had enough of his teasing and rocked your hips but he gripped your hip with free hand, forcing you to stop.

“Did I say you could move, brat?” His eyes were glazed over in either anger or lust. You honestly couldn’t tell.

A whimper escaped your throat, “I’m sorry, Yuyu.”

A smirk painted his cheeks, “There’s a good girl, now behave.”

Jongho couldn’t even touch his neglected cock, too afraid of what Yunho would do. As much as he wanted to fuck his fist right there, he couldn’t. He didn’t want the punishment he knew would come. He just knew Yunho would tie him up with a vibrator tied to his cock head, never letting him cum. He didn’t want that. He couldn’t handle it.

All he wanted was to fuck his girlfriend.

Yunho reached between the two of your bodies and unbuckled his pants, allowing his long and thick cock to slip out, hitting your abdomen.

“I’m gonna fuck you, cum inside, then, we’re go home. And then, you’re gonna lay on the bed, Jongho is gonna fuck you, if he’s a good boy. While he’s doing that, I’m gonna fuck him. Sound good?” Yunho rubbed your waist and pulled out his fingers, your slick sticking to his fingers. A perfect example of how you never wanted to separate from any of your lovers.

“Yes!” You cried out.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir. Please, cum inside, sir!”

“That’s a good girl.” Yunho and Jongho watched as he pushed his cock inside, the sound of you whimpering caught their attention. They couldn’t help but groan.

Yunho was stretching you out so good. You never will get used to it and you know it.

Jongho fisted his shorts. He just couldn’t take the way he watched your cunt suck in Yunho with such ease. It didn’t help that you had eight boyfriends to stretch your hole whenever you wanted. You weren’t loose by any means, you were tight still. But you had such skill to easily take Yunho as big as he is.

Yunho guided your waist up and down, grinning as he saw your face contort into something of pure pleasure. He went to cup your breast, the cold metal of his rings brought shivers to your skin.

You moaned as his cock hit all the right places. The car windows were beginning to steam up from the sex. To top it off, Jongho couldn’t take it anymore and wrapped his fingers around his thick cock, muttering curses under his breath.

A ring of your slick and cum wrapped around Yunho’s cock. His heavy breathing did not help the steamy air, nor the way his hand gripped his girth. He was imagining he was the one inside of you, twisting his fist and pumping with each movement that Yunho made, just to simulate as if he was the one fucking you into oblivion. He knew he’d get his turn but he was impatient.

He’d just have to wait his turn.

Jongho carried you up the stairs, ignoring your other boyfriends calls, it was his turn and he wanted it badly.

Yunho was grinning ear to ear as he followed the two of you to your bedroom.

Jongho threw onto the bed, already stripping himself of his soccer uniform. He was ready to pounce, “Come on, pretty, strip for us.” He gave his standing cock a few strokes and waited in anticipation.

Yunho made his way to the seat in the corner.

When Jongho finally had his cock head to your entrance, you just couldn’t wait and whined for his body to be pressed against yours.

“Jongho, please, hurry, want you inside already.”

“Patience, Y/N.” He grabbed his base and slowly pushed in, groaning as your cunt squeezed his thick girth, “Fuck, Yunho just stretched you out and you’re still tight?” Jongho couldn’t take the way you felt around him, he wanted to cum then and there.

Yunho licked his lips while he watched you struggle to take Jongho, even if he did just fuck you in the car. He wanted to laugh, but kept it to himself. He wasn’t a maniac. Well, maybe a little. He liked making you scream and cry on his cock. With him, Jongho, and Mingi being the biggest cocks out of your eight boyfriends, he knew you struggled to take each one.

It was funny and cute.

Your fingernails scraped along Jongho’s back as he pounded into your hole, sparing no mercy. He was so happy to finally be snug inside.

Your whimpers and moans filled the room, the skin slapping could be heard in the separate rooms. If Seonghwa was home, and in his room you were sure he’d be pissed right now. Seeing as now is around the time he usually studies.

“Come on, Y/N, you can do it. Take my cock like the good girl you are.” Jongho grunted, gripping your waist tightly, “Come on, baby, have this tight cunt make me cum.” He could feel Yunho’s cum each time he fucked into you, the squelching didn’t help it.

“Jongho!” You had your nth orgasm of the night, you couldn’t take it, the overstimulation was becoming unbearable and yet you knew they’d wanna do double penetration. Maybe you could convince them to wait till later. You knew they’d listen to your every word.

Yunho stood up and approached you on the bed, taking your fingers and wrapping them around his cock, “Make me cum again, yeah?”

You could barely focus on pumping the heavy cock in your hands as Jongho went relentless on your cunt, he was getting sloppier which meant he was getting close.

“Fuck, Jongho! Slow down.” Your head snapped up to catch Jongho focusing on the way his cock slipped in and out, the way his tongue hung out of his mouth. It was so hot, but he was getting rough. Which you usually didn’t mind. If you hadn’t already fucked the other monster cock in the room not that long ago.

His cum spurted in ropes, whining as he was finally at his limit, “Oh, baby, so good.” His hair stuck to his forward and he never looked so attractive.

“Jongho..” You whined for him, feeling him pull out.

Yunho lightly smacked your breast to get your attention back on him, “Come on, don’t lose focus on me now.”

Right. You had to give equal attention when fucking more than one of them, “Sorry, Yuyu.” You let go of his cock and leaned over to wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around.

“Such a good girl..” He groaned and gripped your hair.

Meanwhile, Jongho left for the bathroom to clean himself off and prepare to take care of you once Yunho got his fill.

Yunho was growing impatient and decided to just fuck your face, your gagging only spurred him on.

Your eyes fluttered open to stare up at him and his fucked out face, he also looked so hot and attractive. How lucky you are to have so many loving and hot boyfriends who took care of your every need.

Yunho held your face close to his pelvis so that he cum shot straight down your throat, gulping it all down. He grinned and patted your cheek, “Good girl, did such a good job for us.”

Jongho returned with towels and water, “Geez, Yunho, she looks spent. The hell did you do?”

He shrugged and sat beside you, wiping the cum away from the corner of your lips.

“Eh, who cares. She loved it, didn’t you baby?”

You nodded with a weak smile, “Every time.”

“God, you two are weird.”

“You love us.

“Do I?”

“Jongho!”

“I’m joking, I love you all.”

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mhahaikyuus · 20 hours

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Hair

wc:; 1.4k

tags: black reader x katsuki, newly established relationship (still trying to keep up the illusion for your partner), black reader doing her hair, emotional reader, Katsuki being the rational calm boyfriend, fluffy, cute ending.

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“I can come over tonight?” Katsuki asked on speaker of your phone.

You two spent everyday together since he had confessed to you by shoving flowers into your hands and running off before you had a chance to respond in slight shock.

“Uh I’m busy tonight sorry.” You said watching yourself in the mirror studying your scalp distracted.

“Okay what about tomorrow?” Katsuki grunted unhappy he would spend time away from you.

“Tomorrow I'm busy too, i can’t hang out this weekend.” You said eyeing the thin black plastic bag filled with beauty supplies sitting on your vanity.

He frowned, you always told him about upcoming plans you had. At lunch always rambling about whatever you wanted and him listening with small grunts and nods. You didn’t mention anything before about plans.

“What are you doing?” He asked. Not wanting to pry so early into a relationship and scare you off. He had plans to make you his permanently but he was nosey.

“My hair,” You answered honestly.

“What do you mean your hair? It takes that long?” He asked confused.

“Yeah, it does. I have a lot of hair and it takes a lot of hours sometimes a couple of days.” You admitted with a sigh already dreading the process.

Katsuki sat there on the other side of the phone with a small sigh of relief. You weren’t blowing him off with anyone else, just your hair. He had no idea about black hair but he knew he cared about you and that meant this was important.

“Do you need help?” He offered making you silent in surprise widely blinking at the phone.

The man that would tell his partner in the field to fuck off when he asked. Was readily offering you his help.

You let out a small laugh, “I do but I don’t think you know what that entails. It’s a really long process and it’s tiring. Im okay though thanks for asking.”

He just wanted to see you. After spending every day together for a month, he doesn’t know if he could go 3 days.

“Alright the offer still stands if you change your mind. Don’t tire yourself out.” He sighed and you both said your goodbyes.

You fiddled with the ends of your hair with a huff.

“Let’s get this over with.”

You wanted to ram your head into a wall. Staring at half your head being braided, 10 hours down and probably another 7 to go.

Your back hurt, your arms hurt, your head hurt it was not ideal. Not eating all day and getting irritated at everything you were in a mood.

Throwing the rat tail comb from your hands on the floor you flopped onto your bed in tears needing a break.

Your phone began buzzing, face still in the mattress you reached around til you found it and pressed answer button.

“Hello,” You answered muffled

“Hey how’s it going?” Bakugo asked

You sniffled pulling your head up tears running.

“It’s fine.”

Bakugo heard how upset you were causing his forehead to crease, “What’s wrong baby?” in a softer voice.

“It’s nothing it’s just my hair and i’m tired and cranky and i haven’t eaten all day. I’ve only done maybe half of my head and i want to stop.” You said through tears.

“Hey, hey please stop crying it’ll be okay.” Katsuki said trying to soothe you through the phone but it wasn’t working. Noticing a twinge in his chest at the sound of your soft sniffles.

You left out small huffs trying to control your breathing, “Yeah…sorry I should go you don’t want to hear me crying. Sorry to bother.” You realized you were probably scaring away the one guy you did like with your hysterics.

“No I didn-“

“I have to go thanks for calling.”

Katsuki stared at the phone feeling his stomach sink.

You cried until your eyes were puffy and reluctantly went back to braiding your hair. You were so impatient and tender headed but you would not spend 200+ dollars on box braids.

After about an hour you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to your boyfriend with a bag of takeout and one from the pharmacy.

You yelped in surprise slamming the door just as fast as you opened it.

Katsuki was very confused and kind of hurt at your reaction.

“Y/n! What the fuck come on.” He yelled from the other side of the door.

Your face held such embarrassment, hoping this was a figment of your imagination.

Your boyfriend was NOT here when you looked like a hot mess.

Your non-black boyfriend at that.

This is a nightmare.

“What are you doing here!” You yelled back through the door.

“Baby you were crying and I haven’t seen you in almost 2 days!"

You groaned, “You can’t see me like this! you have to go home.”

He grunted in annoyance, “You better open up. Im not leaving when you were crying.”

You were silent waiting for him to go home and he wasn’t budging. With a sigh you opened the door peaking out at him.

“Are ya gonna let me in?” He asked with raised blond eyebrows and pretty crimson eyes.

You opened the door and stepped aside.

“What’s wrong why are you slamming doors and crying?” He asked looking down at you as he entered your apartment.

You slowly closed the door behind you and leaned back against it.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You admitted thankful that you didn't blush noticeably.

“Baby like what.” He sighed dropping the bags on your coffee table and bringing you in close.

Your head fell into his muscular chest, smelling his cologne.

“My hair.” You mumbled into his shirt.

He pulled back and used one hand to push back your hair to see your face. Your hair is in sections and a half-braided mess.

“I like you and your hair. So will you calm down please?”

“Really?” You asked with teary eyes looking up at him.

“Yes, I do.” He reassured his hands gently holding you, his main goal to calm you down from this tired anxiety driven mood.

“Okay.” You mumbled head falling back into his chest.

He rubbed your back, “What’s going on?” asking again.

“I stayed up all night and im not even halfway done. I have a headache.” You mumbled in tears.

Katsuki led you to the couch and made you take a seat.

“Take a break. You look hangry and I brought food.” He said propping you in his lap and handing you takeout.

You finished your food and leaned your head in his neck. Your headache stopping. He was right as usual, you were hangry.

“I’m sorry for slamming the door in your face that was mean.” You said wrapping him in a side hug.

His hand rubbed the side of your thigh with a light kiss on your nose.

“It’s okay, ya didnt break my nose with the door slam.” Katsuki said making you laugh.

“Can I?” He asked gesturing to your head and you nodded.

Katsuki’s thick fingers touching your blow dried hair.

“It’s soft.” He said with mild surprise, “Like really soft.”

You laughed, “Yeah I do have soft hair, but so do you.” Reaching up and lightly tugging on his spiky blonde hair. His hair was getting longer in the back. It may be because he loves your hands all over him and especially his head, giving you more hair to yank. Just a theory of course you would never say to him.

He grunted, “You feel better?”

“Yes…” You nodded as he smiled knowing what he was gonna say

“Crying over the being hungry?” He teased showing his canines with his smile and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Are you discriminating against a black woman?” You squinted but Bakugo had heard that before.

“I just came over here with food to stop your crying and got a door slammed in my face.” He said with narrowed eyes matching your own.

“Uh fine.” You sighed, “Can you not be a good boyfriend so I can call you a bigot.” Your hand trailing up his stomach under his shirt, wanting skin to skin contact.

He pinched the inside of your thigh making you yelp in pain in response. His head deeply buried into your neck just enjoying your touch

“Ow…”You whined rubbing the bruised spot.

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i love ur blog!! it would be super cool if u did a norm x reader but the reader is like a wastelander/from the wastelands or something like that!!

content fluff, first kiss :3, both reader and norm are weird little things he's just more sexually inclined, gn!reader, chubby!reader

note(s) thank you so much for the kind words ;-; i hope you enjoy this !!

It's been three weeks since you joined the rag-tag group. Two vault dwellers, a ghoul, an ex-BOS member, and a wasterlander. Sounds like the beginning to one of The Ghoul's bad jokes. He calls them dad jokes but since over half of you didn't have a dad the idea was lost to the sand. Plopping down you go through your nearly empty pack.

"I think me and The Ghoul should go on a supply run."

Your voice rose to speak over the horrid wind pelting small clouds of sand into the side of the burnt-out husk of a house. Everyone looks you over and immediately starts speaking over each other to argue about the dangers of leaving into the storm. Raising a hand you let out a short shout to gain attention which works wonders.

"I've lived in this desert all my life I know how to keep sand away from my skin, I'll be fine. The Ghoul is pretty much unkillable. We need food. My pack is empty."

You try to sound reasonable. It's been days of your group being holed up in this shithole and honestly, you wanted out of there even for a little. As close as you have grown to each member of the group you barely have any time to yourself anymore.

"What if you get lost?"

"It's a small neighborhood, I'll be fine. I promise."

"You can't promise that and you know it."

Norm's voice chastises you despite his face hiding his true concern. You knew he just wanted what was best for you. Him being the one person you opened up to the most. His easygoing attitude and similar resting face made it nice to tell him about any worries. And you had a lot especially living on the surface. Something he was slowly becoming accustomed to.

"Why not take one of us instead?"

Lucy speaks up. Her eyes search your face, hoping you'll change your mind.

"The only one I would be willing to take is Max, but he's out of commission."

You point to his leg which sits propped on a toppled bookshelf. Trying to save Lucy from a radscorpion cost him a rolled ankle.

"The Ghoul is no-nonsense, he'll get us in and out, and if he doesn't... I'm sure youse guys can win a 4 v 1."

You give a wide smile showing them that you mean what you say. You just wanted to get this over with. You've been thinking about this for hours now. Watching as your already small assortment of supplies dwindled.

"Please, just let us go."

"Don't I get a say in this sweetheart?"

"No. You want 'ta find their dad as much as the rest of us. Not me, I'm here for all the warm company."

You roll your eyes and sling your pack over your shoulder. Norm stands just as quick nearly shoving you over in the process. You steady yourself against his bicep. Only for a second before you yank your hand back as a warm heat burns your cheeks. You walk around the room collecting anything you might need. An extra pair of pants wrap around your face. Nice and snug according to Lucy. Making eye contact with Norm you feel the need to look away. His eyes are so expressive and they're begging you to stay. You go to give him an awkward hug hoping to make the feeling in your stomach go away. He doesn't bite and gently untangles the fabric from around your jaw. Your goggles skew your peripheral but you know everyone is staring. You can't hear the mumbling as he leans forward. You can't even hear the wind whipping broken glass into the side of your hideout. You struggle to hear anything over the roaring of blood rushing to flood your head. Especially when his lips connect with yours. You lived a hard life and went through unimaginable pain, but this kiss, even for a moment, made you forget everything and everyone. His lips were so soft a stark contrast to the sharp broken skin of your own. Your hands lay limp at your side as you attempt to kiss back. This was all quite foreign to you but you wanted to make it work. Needed to make it work. Deep down.

"Come back to us. To me, please." He whispers directly against your lips.

Reaching up he ignores Lucy's inquisitive eyes as he gathers the untangled mess of denim. Slowly he affixes it back together and into a tight shield against the elements. He gives your cheek one quick squeeze through the thick layer. You thank the cover because you couldn't stand letting everyone see your grin even if Norm picked up on your eyes crinkling. Turning around you opt to look at the floor as you walk over to the strong oak door. Luckily the wood stayed mostly strong for these past 200-odd years with only a corner piece missing. Flinging the door open you call back to The Ghoul to hurry up as you disappear into the screaming darkness.

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 4

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, anxiety, angst, bullying, sexual harassment, blood/violence

Word Count: 10.5k

Divider by: @strangergraphics

Part 4.1: Manic Monday

Monday, March 13th, 1989

Your alarm goes off at 7:30am, and you reach for your bedside table clumsily. Your hand paws around it, before smacking the snooze button. You groan, not wanting to open your eyes. "Good morning, angel." You hear Eddie say sleepily. He kisses your neck, bringing you fully into reality. His lips feel like velvet against you, and you instinctively press your ass back into his crotch. You feel his erection poking into you, rubbing yourself against it. "Mmm, someone's horny this morning." Eddie coos at you, planting more kisses along your neck. You moan quietly, continuing to move against him. He groans into your skin, turning you onto your back to lay on top of you. Eddie kisses your lips deeply, quickly slipping his tongue in your mouth. You reach up to grip his head hungrily, bringing him closer to you. He breaks away to catch his breath, gazing into your eyes with a smile. "What's got you so feisty, baby?" He asks playfully.

"I was dreaming about you, Eddie. Kissing you, touching you, fucking you. It just wouldn't stop. I need you. Please?" You beg him to do something, anything. All night you'd been tormented by him, you're so wound up, it almost hurts.

"What time do you have to be in class?" He asks, glancing at the clock. It now reads 7:45.

"I don't have to be there until nine. We have time." You blink your eyelashes at him, pouting your lip slightly. He chuckles, rolling his eyes.

"Relax, Y/N. You don't have to tell me twice. How can I say no to the sexiest, most insatiable girl in the world, hm?" His lips meet yours again, harsher this time. You know you don't have a ton of time, so you frantically toss your shirt and panties away and Eddie takes off his boxers. He latches his lips to your neck, and you moan a little too loud. He looks at you, smirking. "Shh, baby. You gotta be quiet." He resumes his work, and you do your best to not make any noise. You grope his dick in your hand, pumping his length lazily. He strokes your slick folds, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You whimper quietly, holding back your moans. He slips a couple fingers into you, curling to hit your g spot just right.

"Eddie..." You sigh, pleasure washing over your body as he continues to work you with his fingers. Once you're very wet, Eddie takes his cock from your hand, sliding himself against your clit a few times. You both moan quietly at the feeling, kissing again to muffle your noises. He enters you with ease, and you groan into each other's mouths. He gives you a moment to adjust, gripping your hips. You wrap your legs around his waist, signaling for him to move.

His thrusts pound into you deep and fast, hitting your sweet-spot with every stroke. Eddie hates to rush when it comes to sex, but he won't risk making you late. Your nails dig into his back as his dick pumps in and out of you. He feels so fucking good inside you, it takes everything in you to keep kissing him to suppress the sounds you desperately want to let out. "Fuck, you're so wet for me. I'm so close already. Let me fuck you from behind, baby." He pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He pulls out of you temporarily, flipping you over.

You clumsily get onto your hands and knees, and Eddie grabs you roughly to slam his dick back inside you. "Shit." You hiss, trying not to scream at how amazing this new angle is. He thrusts even harder than before, chasing your high. You mutter obscenities through clenched teeth as you're pushed closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck. Eds. You. Feel. So. Good. Don't. Stop." You say in time with his thrusts. He keeps snapping his hips, plowing into you with almost inhuman speed. His balls slap against you, and you can feel them tightening. He's close, and you're not far behind him. He reaches a hand down to rub your clit as he continues to fuck you mercilessly.

"Cum with me, princess." He moans lowly in your ear, feeling his high overtake him. He maintains his pace to bring you with him, his words setting off fireworks inside your core as your own orgasm rips through you. Your breath catches in your throat as your legs begin to shake. Your walls clamp down onto Eddie's cock, and you can feel him empty his sticky load into you. He's still thrusting to prolong your highs, and the overstimulation makes you want to scream. You shove your face into the pillows to muffle the sound, your arousal spurting out of you around Eddie's length. "Shit, I'll never get tired of that." He manages to choke out as he feels the warm fluid wash over his dick. He stills inside you, collapsing over your back. He breathes heavily, waiting for the stars to clear from his vision.

You stay in position, panting for a moment. "What time is it?" You ask him, turning your head to breathe properly. Eddie looks at the clock, smirking at what it says.

"Only 8am, babydoll. Still have time for a quick shower and some breakfast to go." He kisses your back before pulling out of you, watching your mixed release drip from your pussy. He moans at the sight, tempted to lick you clean. He decides against it, it’ll only make you want to stay in bed together all day. "C’mon, sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up." He helps you to your feet, but your legs feel like jelly. You stumble slightly, and Eddie catches you. "Jesus, how many times do I have to heroically catch you? You're like fuckin' Bambi." He says jokingly, and you roll your eyes.

"Well, pardon me for getting fucked into next week just a second ago." You snark, finally standing on your own. You grab your bathrobe from the hook on your door, covering yourself from Eddie's view. He whines, pulling you to him by the tie on the robe. He kisses you, holding your face in his hands. "Mmm, okay. We gotta focus. Do you wanna join me in the shower?" You gaze up at him as you place your hands on his chest to keep him at bay.

"I thought you'd never ask, baby. You got something I can throw on? I doubt Dustin wants to see 'little Eddie' swingin' around." He sways his hips to emphasize his point, making you laugh and shield your eyes in embarrassment.

"First, yes I do. Second, it's not little in any sense of the word. And third, please don't call it 'little Eddie' in front of me ever again." You go to your closet to dig out your spare robe. It's a bit small for him, barely covering his lower half. You take a moment to look him over, giggling at the sight. He's so cute standing there in the pink, frilly robe you used to wear when you were back in high school. "You look so pretty, baby. But, I wouldn't bend over around Mom or Dustin if I were you." You bite your lip as you tease him. He crosses his arms, unamused.

"I'll have you know, pink is definitely my color. It brings out my eyes." He poses dramatically, smirking at you. You giggle again, taking him by the hand. You both run across the hall into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. You get the water running to warm it up, shedding your robe. You stand at the sink to brush your teeth until the shower is ready, looking at Eddie positioned behind you in the mirror's reflection. He's leaned against the wall, gazing at your ass in a most unsubtle way. He senses you've caught him, raising his eyes to meet yours. "Hey there, beautiful." He smiles at you, pleased with himself.

"Hey, handsome." You reply after spitting out your toothpaste. Eddie walks up behind you, letting his hands travel up and down your sides. His touch gives you a chill, and you watch him in the mirror. His lips meet your shoulder, placing kisses on your soft skin. You sigh blissfully, your head tilting to the side. He takes this as a sign to move on to your neck, worrying the flesh with his teeth to mark you with hickies. You moan quietly, realizing you're wasting time. "Mm, baby, come on. I can't be late."

"Just call in sick, sweetheart. We can stay in bed together." He tempts you, peering at you with hooded eyes. His offer was tempting, you'd like nothing more than to cling to him and fuck like feral animals all day. But you can't. You have to focus on school.

"Eddie, please." You whine, turning to face him. You look into his deep brown eyes, pleading with him to behave. "Believe me I want to, but I have to go in today. I've got that paper to turn in. When the day is over, I'm all yours. Okay?" You smile at him, but his expression has fallen into a frown. He pouts his lips at you, giving you puppy eyes. How is he so good at that? "Please? Let's get in before the hot water runs out." You pat his shoulders, moving past him to step under the showerhead.

He takes off his robe and follows behind you, shutting the shower curtain all the way. The water cascades over your bodies, soaking your hair. It's the perfect temperature, and you let it run over your face. "Which shampoo is yours?" Eddie asks quietly, your eyes opening at his words. You gaze over his body, his wet hair, he looks so different like this. Beautiful.

"The purple one." You answer. He picks up the bottle, squirting some shampoo into his hand.

"Turn around, princess." He says, setting the bottle down. You turn your back to him, and his hands come up to massage the soap into your hair. His fingers feel so good against your scalp, you can't help moaning at his touch. "You like that?" He whispers in your ear. Jesus, this man can make anything feel sexy. You hum in response, and his hands leave you. You rinse your hair, and Eddie starts shampooing himself.

"Oh, I thought you'd want me to do that." You point out as the lather from your hair runs down the drain.

"Maybe next time, sweetheart. We're on a time crunch, remember?" He winks at you before switching places to rinse his thick curls. You can't help staring at Eddie as he washes the shampoo away, the water flowing over him makes his body look so good. You're enamored by him, he could be doing absolutely nothing and it would make you swoon. You both rush through the rest of your shower, realizing you're probably running late at this point.

You wrap up in a towel, tossing one to Eddie who wears it around his waist. He follows you back to your room, and you check the clock. 8:15. "Shit, gotta hurry." You frantically dig through your dresser to find some clothes, and Eddie calmly throws on something from his bag.

"There's no need to rush, baby. It's only a couple minutes to the college in the van. You're not on bike time anymore." He assures as he slips a Metallica t-shirt over his head.

"Sorry. I'm just used to being in a rush all the time. Even when I have two hours, it feels like it's only twenty minutes." You sigh, putting on a fresh bra and some panties. You feel Eddie's eyes burning into your back again, turning to face him. "What?" You ask, finding his expression odd.

"Nothin’." He shakes his head, drying his hair a bit more with his towel. "Just…concerned, I guess?" He tosses the towel into your hamper before zipping up his bag.

"What for?" You ask as you cross your arms, already knowing the answer.

"You know. You're an anxious person, it makes me nervous." He says quietly, avoiding your gaze. Great, you're scaring him again.

"Is it too much for you? It's okay if it is. I get it." You turn away again, pulling out some jeans and a light sweater to wear. You can't help being hurt by his words, but you know you can't expect him to take on your anxieties.

He sighs. "No一 sweetheart, that's not what I meant. I just hate seein’ you all worked up. It can't be pleasant for you. And the thought of you hurting inside, well, I一 I don't like it." Your mouth drops open at his words, realizing he truly cares for you. You can't believe it one bit, you probably never will. You keep dressing, and Eddie makes his way over to you. He waits until you're fully clothed before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, holding you close to him. You sigh contentedly in the embrace, placing your hands over his. He rests his head on your shoulder, sharing a look in the mirror again. "I care about you, Y/N. To a ridiculous degree. I know I can't make all your problems go away, but I want to be there for you through them. If you'll have me."

"Shit, you really are a big softy aren't you, Munson?" You nuzzle your head against his, smiling giddily. You give him a kiss on the cheek, and he tightens his grip on you.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't go tellin’ anybody, or there will be hell to pay." He smirks playfully.

"Who would I tell, Eds? My lab partner?" You reply sarcastically. You wriggle from his grasp to make sure your schoolbag is packed, tossing your notebook into it.

"Hey, uh, while you're at it, you wanna pack some extra clothes?" He asks as he zips up his dufflebag. You stare at him, confused what he means by that.

"What for?" You continue gathering the various things you need for the day.

“I figured you could stay at my place tonight. If you want." He shrugs casually. Your eyes widen at his suggestion. You hadn't even thought about Eddie showing you where he lives, let alone having you spend the night with him.

"You sure your uncle won't mind?"

"Nah, he works nights, so we'll have the place to ourselves. I figure we can watch a movie, order some pizza, and spend some quality time together." He smiles as he speaks, his eyes glowing with affection.

"Eddie Munson! Are you asking me on a date?" Feigned shock permeates your tone. He scoffs at you.

"If you wanna be technical, yes. But it's just my trailer, so it's not much of a date. Smartass." He shakes his head, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "You gonna come over or not?" He twists one of his rings around on his finger, anxiously waiting for you to give him a straight answer.

"Of course I am! It'll be nice to be alone for a night. And pizza and a movie sounds great." You quickly grab some extra clothes and toiletries and shove them into the bottom of your bag. You're so excited to stay over at Eddie's place, you can't wait to see what his room is like. You have an idea pictured vivdily in your head, but you can't be sure until you see it for yourself. You glance at the clock again as you close your bag. 8:30am. "Alright, I'm all packed up. Let's grab something to eat." You take his hand and walk with him to the kitchen. Mom and Dustin are sitting on the couch having some Eggos. "How does a pop tart sound, baby?" You suggest, and he smiles.

"Sounds just fine, darling." He gives you a peck on the lips before you head over to the cabinet. He playfully smacks your ass as you walk away. You can't help giggling like a teenager at his antics, butterflies fluttering around your insides. You put the pastry into the toaster, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the island for yourself. You lean against the counter, taking a large bite. The juice drips down your chin, and you quickly wipe it away. Eddie walks over to you silently, standing beside you. He takes your free hand in his, squeezing it tight. "Hey." He says quietly.

"Hey." You reply, taking another bite of apple. You both stand together in silence, just enjoying being next to each other. You wish you could spend every morning like this, the air between you is calm and content. You get lost in thought for a moment, picturing how you two first met. You continue munching on your apple as your mind swirls with the memory.

"Where are you going, nerd?" You walk down the hall of Hawkins High, clutching your books to your chest. You try your best to ignore the voice calling to you, you don't like confrontation. "I SAID, where do you think you're going?!" You feel the collar of your shirt being pulled backwards, taking you by surprise. You try your best to keep walking, but you're stuck in place. The other students in the hall watch you struggle to break free, laughing at your plight. The hand gripping you drags you down onto the floor. Your head hits the linoleum tiles hard, making your head pound. You cry out in pain, looking up into the eyes of Jason Carver. He's scowling down at you, his expression instilling fear into you.

"Please, just leave me alone. I have to get to class." You say meekly, wishing this was all a bad dream. He laughs in your face, as do the onlookers. He crouches down to get closer to you.

"Is that so, metalmouth?" He grabs your face, squeezing your lips to reveal the braces you wore freshman year. "’Cuz according to my schedule, you're due for a checkup. You ever play 'doctor' before, Y/N?" He asks, looking your body over. You just shake your head, tears flowing from your eyes. He laughs again. “I didn't think so. You're not the kind of girl that most guys go for. But, I suppose I could take pity on you…have my way with you." His hand travels down to the hem of your shirt, playing with the idea of exposing your skin to everyone. You feel sick, frozen in place on the floor. Your eyes dart around the hall, begging for someone to help you. But they all just smirk, enjoying your humiliation. Jason is just about to snake his hand under your shirt, when you hear another voice yell out.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Everyone's eyes snap to see who would dare challenge the one and only Jason Carver, the only boy in Hawkins High history to make varsity in his freshman year. You look over to see Eddie standing a few feet away from the scene, fists balled at his sides. His hair was a little shorter back then, just barely below his ears. He was two years ahead of you, so he was a bit taller than Jason.

"What's that, freak? Is she your girlfriend or something?" Jason taunts, causing the hallway to erupt in laughter. Your eyes plead with Eddie's, and he subtly nods at you.

"Nah, man. She's totally outta my league. And she's most definitely out of yours." He retorts, gaining an 'OOH' from the crowd. Jason stands, strutting over to Eddie angrily. Eddie peers down at him with a callous grin. You sit up to watch this play out, but your legs refuse to let you stand up. "Not to mention, it's kinda fucked up to feel a girl up like that. You could at least buy her dinner first." He chuckles, waiting for Jason to blow his top.

"You wanna go, Munson? I can take you down, no problem!" Jason yells through gritted teeth. He may be shorter than Eddie, but being a sport has its perks. He’s pretty built for a freshman, and has plenty of raging testosterone to hold his own in a fight.

"Bring it on, pipsqueak. I'll wipe the floor with you." Eddie moves closer, doing his best to intimidate Jason. It seems to work, as Jason's first blow is a slap to Eddie's cheek. Laughter breaks out again. It makes a loud smacking sound, though Eddie seems unphased. "Jesus, Carver, I always knew you were a little bitch." He chuckles, before punching Jason square in the jaw. The boy falls backwards onto the floor, holding his face. His lip is busted open from Eddie's rings, blood drips from the cut onto the floor. "How disappointing." Eddie sneers at him, walking past in victory. The hallway is silent, most of the kids glaring at Eddie for striking down their little hero.

"You'll pay for that, freak! Just you wait!" Jason calls from behind him, a couple of the other jocks helping him from the floor.

"I'm lookin’ forward to it!" Eddie yells back, finding this whole situation rather uninteresting. He stands before you, extending his hand. "May I help you up, pretty lady?" He smiles kindly at you, his eyes a warm shade of brown. You nod, taking his offer immediately. He helps you to your feet before bending down to gather your books. You offer to help, but he waves you off. He returns your belongings to your arms. "Mind if I walk you to class?" He asks, clasping his hands behind his back.

"S-Sure." You reply sheepishly. You walk down the hall together, his hand gently placed on your back. You find his touch comforting, but you can't help feeling a bit warmer than usual.

"The name's Eddie, by the way. Eddie Munson." He says, prompting you to tell him yours.

"Oh, I'm Y/N. Henderson. It's nice to meet you." You introduce yourself, still feeling rather shaken.

"That's a pretty name. Makes sense for such a pretty girl." He says, politely looking you up and down. You blush, turning your head away sheepishly.

"Oh, stop! I can't be that pretty with all this shit in my mouth." You show him your teeth to emphasize your point.

"Let's agree to disagree." He smiles, trying not to make you uncomfortable.

"Thank you, by the way. For helping me." You brush some loose hair behind your ear. "I'm worried what the sports might do to pay you back later, though."

"Nah, don't worry about it. I'm pretty scrappy, I can take the whole team." He playfully boxes the air. You laugh at his dramatics, accidentally snorting. You gasp, embarrassed for sounding like that in front of him.

"Sorry. God, that's embarrassing." You look down at your books, avoiding his gaze.

"Don't apologize. I think it's cute." He leans down to look at your face. "I mean it, Y/N." You stare at him, shocked he isn't disgusted by you.

"Thanks, Eddie. You're really sweet, I didn't expect that." You smile warmly.

"I may look mean and scary, but that's just to keep assholes like Jason at bay. I can't stand bullies, man." His brows furrow at that thought, you can see he's very passionate about standing up for the geeks and the freaks.

"Well, that's very noble of you. At least someone has a shred of basic human decency in this town. All those other kids just stood by and watched Jason make a fool out of me." You can't help the tears running down your cheeks again.

"Hey, don't worry about them. They're just following the pack, it's what animals do." He puts his arm around you, gripping your shoulder. You realize you've reached your class, but you don't want Eddie to leave.

"Well, this is me. Thanks again, Eddie. I'll see you around, I hope." You smile at him, wiping your tears away.

"No trouble at all, Y/N. See you later." He says, turning on his heels to go his own way. You can't help watching him walk away before the bell rings. He’s really something else. In a school full of inactive assholes, he’s your knight in shining armor. You hurry to your desk, proceeding to struggle with focusing on the lesson, and not on a certain metalhead savior, for the entire class period.

A few hours later once school let out, you noticed Eddie limping to his van in the parking lot. He had a black eye, and a large cut on his cheek. He looked like a wounded animal. You run over to him, asking what happened. He said it was fine, the jocks got him back for giving Jason a face-lift. You couldn't help bursting into tears again, apologizing over and over to him.

He kept reassuring you it was fine, but you refused to believe that. He was seriously hurt, wincing at every movement. He didn't care about that, but you did. You told him to not help you again, that you would stand up for yourself so he doesn't get beat up so badly. He tried to convince you otherwise, but you wouldn't hear it. You couldn't let someone get themselves put in the hospital for you, you didn't want to be a burden.

You insisted that you would take on whatever came your way alone. He didn't want to listen to your wishes, but you wouldn't stop pleading with him to stay out of your conflicts from then on. He kept going back and forth with you on it, but you couldn't keep fighting with him. All you wanted was to go home and forget this day ever happened. You turned and ran away from him, crying so hard you could vomit. He called after you, but you just kept running all the way home. He kicked the side of his van angrily, yelping at the pain it caused.

From that day forward, he did as you asked. You handled things yourself when it came to bullies, ending up with plenty of wounds and bruises of your own. He'd always be watching close by, though, ready to jump in to help if you wanted him. But you never did, you couldn't bear the thought of him taking a beating on your behalf again. It always broke his heart to see you struggle all alone.

The toaster goes off, startling you out of your reminiscing. You take the pop tarts out, ignoring how hot they are. You put them on a paper towel, handing it over to Eddie. He takes them gratefully, kissing your forehead. "You were daydreaming again, baby. Where'd you go?" He asks, taking a bite out of the tart. "Ow, hot!" He yelps, chewing obnoxiously with his mouth open to cool the food down.

"Nowhere, really. I was just thinking about the first time we met." You reply, scrunching your nose at his impolite chewing. You finish off your apple, tossing the core into the trash.

"Sorry, I should've let it cool off. First meeting, huh?" He asks, nudging you to get moving. You both grab your bags, heading for the door.

"Hey, Mom, Dusty, we're heading out now. I'm gonna spend the night at Eddie's, I hope that's okay." You say as you slip into your shoes.

"Oh, of course! That's just fine! Have a good day, sugarpuff!" Mom beams at you, excited that you're going to spend more time with your man. You roll your eyes at her enthusiasm, opening the front door to leave.

"Bye now! See you tomorrow." You call to them as you walk outside.

"Thanks for letting me stay over, Ms. Henderson. And I'll see ya ‘round, Dustin." Eddie waves to them before following you, shutting the door behind him. You make your way to the van, climbing into the passenger seat. Eddie gets in on the other side, tossing his bag into the back. "You alright?" He asks as he starts the engine.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine." You say plainly, but he's not convinced.

"Be honest with me, Y/N. Please? What's your deal today?" He furrows his eyebrows as he drives, annoyed at you being so cagey.

"I just...I was thinking about how dumb I was that day. I blamed myself for the jocks beating you up because you helped me." You pick at your hands, sighing.

"Believe me, I remember. And it wasn't dumb, you were just scared. I would've been, too, if the roles were reversed. That was years ago, anyway. There's no need to dwell on it." He puts a hand on your thigh, trying to comfort you.

"I know. I'm just sorry for being so fucking stubborn. I literally let people beat my ass to spare yours. But you were always there, waiting to help me. Mom would be furious with me for 'getting into fights', she figured it was a behavioral problem after my father skipping out on us." You roll your eyes, shaking your head in self-annoyance.

"It's alright, angel. That's all over now, and we're right where we're supposed to be." He squeezes your leg before returning his hand to the wheel. You nod again, humming in agreement. You still don't feel resolved on the issue, but you find it best to put it behind you. The remainder of your trip to the college is pretty quiet, save for Eddie humming along to the stereo. He pulls into the lot in front of the school, putting the van in park. "You gonna be alright today, princess? Got me all worried about you again." He asks, turning to you. You meet his gaze, putting on a fake smile.

"I'm fine, Eds. Really. I'll see you later, okay?" You lean forward for a kiss, pressing your lips to his. He returns it, cupping your cheek with his ringed hand. You break away shortly after, slinging your bag over your shoulders. "Bye, Eddie."

"Later, sweetheart. Have a good day." He says before you shut the door. You wave at him as he drives away, and he waves back. His face falls when he's out of your view, though, he knows you weren't being completely honest with him. He’s frustrated by it, aware you don't mean to be hurtful. But he can't help feeling like you don't trust him, despite everything he's done to prove that you can. He sighs, making a note to have a serious talk with you later about it.

Your smile fades as he leaves, you hate hiding things from Eddie. But you can't help feeling unworthy of him, and you're worried he'll soon realize it, too. Then he'll break your heart, leaving you in the dust. You're entirely sure he'll confront you about lying again later tonight, and you dread that moment more than anything.

Part 4.2: Little Lies

You're feeling the exact opposite way than you did on Friday. You watch the clock tick by too fast, begging it to slow down. You're dreading having a serious conversation with Eddie, but you sense it coming a mile away. Your stomach is doing flips, and you don't want to deal with it right now. You just want to have fun, and be happy for once. But you can tell that Eddie is probably disappointed in you for being dishonest. You put on the appearance of being fine and put together through your classes. You answer as many questions posed by professors that you can, taking notes diligently. But it's all just a distraction from your problem.

Before you know it, you're in biology again, handing in the paper you finished last night. Only a couple more hours to go until you see Eddie again. Of course, you want to be with him, because you care for him. But this evening might not be as sweet as you'd hoped. You feel a bit sick, your nerves threatening to take hold again. You do everything you can to steady your breathing, and calm your heart pounding in your chest. Focus on the professor, take your notes. Forget about Eddie right now. You attempt to convince yourself that everything is fine, and no matter how tonight goes, you won't lose him. Despite this, you worry that you might. Ugh, shut up, stupid brain. Focus, focus, focus. You pinch the bridge of your nose, your head starting to pound. Great, another headache.

You look up at the clock, 3:29pm. One more minute. You stare at the second hand moving around the circumference of the clock, trying to still it using your mind. But it's to no avail, it continues to move, inching closer and closer to 3:30. You sigh as it signals the end of the day, lazily gathering your books. The other students move quickly, rushing into the halls to make their way home. You get out of your stool, shoving your things into your bag. You say goodbye to your professor, joining the buzzing bodies in the hall.

You absent-mindedly make your way out of the building, not even looking up to see Eddie waiting outside the van for you. He takes notice of you, calling your name. "Y/N! How's my sexy girl?" He grins at you. You look up at him, smiling weakly. His expression drops, taking a drag from his cigarette. You struggle to keep your feet moving to meet him, but you manage to make it and lean against the van next to him. "How'd your classes go today, baby?" Eddie leans in to give you a kiss, and you happily take it. "I missed you today, couldn't stop thinkin' about you." He grins, softly stroking your arm.

"I missed you too, Eds. And classes went fine, boring as usual." You reply, sighing.

"You sound stressed, angel. Need a smoke?" He pulls the pack out, and you take the cigarette he digs out into your mouth without even thinking about it. He lights it for you, and you unconsciously inhale as you stare into space. “You're hiding again." He calls you out.

You take the cig between your fingers, exhaling a large cloud of smoke."Can we talk about it later? I know we need to, but I want to wait until we get to your place." Your voice comes out shaky, despite trying to steady yourself.

"That's fine. Seems like you had a long day." He replies quietly, flicking the carcass of his cigarette away. "Get in, baby. You can finish that in the van." You nod your head, turning to open the passenger door. You climb in, tossing your bag carelessly into the back. You crank the window down a bit to allow any smoke out. Eddie climbs in opposite you, quickly shifting gears to pull out of the parking lot. You keep smoking in silence, unsure of what to say.

"So, what did you get up to all day?" You ask, daring to glance at him as you're riding down the road.

"Um, had a couple deals today, a short shift at the movie theater. Not much else, just been waiting for you." He says, smiling at you. You smile back, putting a hand on his knee. "Feelin’ a little better?"

"Kinda. I dunno. But, wait. Do you wear one of those cute vests at the theater, and a bowtie?" You ask, giggling at the thought of Eddie being forced into anything even resembling a uniform.

"Yes, I do. I fuckin' hate it. Damn tie always feels like it's chokin’ me. I have to tie my hair back, too. Boss says it's ‘more professional’, or whatever."

"No fucking way! Oh, Eddie, you have to show me! I bet you look so handsome in it!" You're gushing at the thought of seeing him dressed so differently. He scoffs at you.

"Trust me, you do not wanna see that. I look like a total dweeb in it." He protests, adamant that you should never, ever see him like that.

"Oh, Eddie, please? You look sexy in anything, and in nothing at all!" Your hand moves to his thigh, squeezing it gently. You bat your eyes at him, pouting your lips as much as you can.

He rolls his eyes, admitting defeat. "Fuck, fine! But you need to talk to me. Right now. Does that sound like a fair trade?"

Dammit. You didn't expect him to bring up the 'talk' again. But you suppose it's only right. "Deal. What do you wanna know?" You slouch back into your chair, finishing your cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray. Your hand leaves Eddie's lap, awaiting his questions.

"Well, first, why do you insist on lying to me about your feelings?" His eyes are trained on the road, but he'd be staring deeply into yours if it wouldn't cause an accident.

You consider your words carefully, not wanting to ruin things between you. "I really don't mean to be dishonest, Eddie. I just don't want to be a burden on you." You shrug as your eyes fall to your lap, fingers picking at the tear in your jeans.

"I get that, Y/N. But you are far from a burden, I promise. Didn't I tell you earlier that I want to be there for you no matter what? It's kinda rude to ignore that for the sake of being stubborn." He thinks for a moment, before asking something else. "What are you so afraid of?"

You're surprised at how observant Eddie is, it's a bit eerie at times. He's barely known you intimately, and he's already sussed you out extremely well. "I'm scared of you growing tired of me. Or realizing I'm not good enough for you. I'm scared of you leaving." You curse the tears that start to sting your eyes. "I really like you, Eds. I don't wanna lose you. I know it's only been a couple of days, and I'm being totally crazy. But, I feel like I'm falling so hard for you, and I don't want to mess it up." You sniffle, wiping your eyes. You feel Eddie's hand on your thigh now, and he glances at you as much as he can.

"Sweetheart, I'm not gonna get tired of you, or leave you. And if anyone is too good for anybody, it's the other way around. You're not crazy, ‘kay? I really like you, too. As I've told you, more than once. Maybe you don't see it, but I'm just as scared as you are. New relationships are kinda terrifying, and there's a lot of unanswerable questions. But, if we communicate honestly with each other, we won't mess it up." Eddie's hand strokes you, trying to comfort you as best he can while driving. "Can we both agree to do that, Y/N?"

"Yeah, and I'm sorry. God, I gotta stop crying every time I'm with you!" You chuckle lightly as you wipe your eyes again. Eddie laughs too, and the air clears between the two of you. There's no more negativity charging the atmosphere, like lightning waiting to strike you down.

A few minutes later, Eddie's pulling the van up to his trailer. "Behold, my castle!" He gestures at it dramatically, flashing you a goofy grin. "It's not much, but it's got a place to sleep." He puts the van into park, hopping out onto the dead grass. He runs over to your side, opening the door for you. "My lady." He bows to you, making you laugh. You reach for your bag and get out to join him. He shuts the door, wrapping an arm around your waist. He gives you a quick kiss, leading you inside the trailer. He opens the door, holding it for you.

"Such a gentleman!" You tease, gushing at how cute he's being. You walk inside, taking in Eddie's home. He walks in behind you, shutting the door. Things look about how you'd expect, it’s a humble home. A collection of cups and hats lines the walls and shelves, you're guessing they belong to Eddie's uncle. There's a couch, a recliner, a tv, a simple kitchen, and more rooms down the hallway. You're guessing a bathroom, and Eddie's bedroom.

"What do you think, angel?" Eddie says, standing behind you. He puts his hands on your shoulders, putting a warm kiss on your neck. His touch gives you a shiver, distracting you from answering.

"It's just about what I expected, Eds. It's simple, but warm and cozy." You sigh out as his lips continue to move on your neck. You hear someone else in the trailer as the toilet flushes in the bathroom. You stand up straight, startled by the noise. An older man walks out into the living room, who must be his uncle.

"Well, hey, there. I'm guessin' you're the girl Eddie was tellin' me about earlier. What's your name again? Sorry, the old trap ain't as steel as it used to be." His uncle taps the side of his head as he speaks. He reaches a hand out to shake, and you happily take it.

"I'm Y/N. It's very nice to meet you. Wayne, right?" You gently let go of his hand.

"That's right, he told me you were a sharp one." Wayne smiles, putting his hands in his pockets. Eddie stands beside you, feeling embarrassed. You turn your head to look at him, surprised to hear he's been telling his uncle about you. He meets your gaze, turning red as a tomato. "Well, hot damn! I never seen a girl make you blush like that before, kid." Wayne laughs. "That must mean you're a real special one, Y/N. Don't screw it up, Edward."

You almost burst out laughing at Wayne calling him by his full name, but the look on Eddie's face tells you to keep it under control. "I'll try not to, Wayne." He mumbles, shuffling his feet nervously. "Well, uh...we'll be in my room. And we're gonna order a pizza in a bit. You want me to get you anything?"

"No, I'm okay. That shit gives me the runs. I 'preciate you thinkin' of me, though." Wayne shakes his head, waving a hand to dismiss the idea.

"Charming, Wayne." Eddie smiles wryly, taking your hand to lead you to his room.

"It was nice to meet you!" You call to his uncle, trying your best to be polite as Eddie pulls you down the hallway. He doesn't stop until he tosses you onto the bed, shutting the door. "Jeez, what's gotten into you?" You giggle, watching Eddie slump against the door. He meets your eyes, an odd expression on his face. "What's wrong, baby?" You ask, patting a spot on the bed next to you. He joins you, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Sorry about him, he doesn't get out much." Eddie says simply, taking you by surprise. You sit up straight again, your brows furrowing at him.

"I don't know what you mean, Eds. He seems perfectly nice. A little old-fashioned, sure, but he's very welcoming." You hold Eddie's hand, rubbing your thumb across his fingers. "Are you embarrassed or something? Because he told me you were telling him all about me today?"

"Maybe." He grumbles, making you laugh. He glares at you.

"Oh, don’t be like that.” You tut at him for his attitude. “You've seen my embarrassing family. It's only fair I get to see yours. But, that's not embarrassing, anyway, It's really sweet. It was a bit funny when he called you 'Edward', though." You can't help chuckling.

Eddie launches up off the bed suddenly, his face scrunching in anger. "Don’t call me that! I hate it! Wayne can, because he raised me. But don't you ever, ever use that name!" He shouts, taking you by surprise. You've never seen Eddie become this irrationally angry before. And it’s honestly a bit scary, with his brows knit and nostrils flared as he yells. You can’t figure out why his full name would set him off, but there must be a good reason.

Your mouth sits open for a moment as you work out what to say. "I'm sorry, Eddie. I didn't know, I didn't think it would upset you this much.” You speak softly to calm him down. “But, you're scaring me here. Can you tell me why you don't like it?"

“Um…” He stares at you with wide eyes, shocked at himself for exploding like that. He's so wound up, over a name?

"Baby, please? Just talk to me. We have to communicate, remember?" You remind him of the promise you both made just minutes ago, urging him to rejoin your side.

He sits back down next to you, taking your hands in his. His expression changes, far more sad now. His big doe eyes lock with yours, giving you an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for blowing up like that, Y/N. I didn't mean to.” He pauses, wondering how much he should tell you. “I just really hate that name. Hearing it from my parents meant I was in trouble. The problem is, I was always in trouble. Even when I didn't do anything. I hear 'Edward', and that means I'm getting a beating." He painfully explains.

Your heart breaks for him, it's no wonder he’s reacted in such a way. You pull him close, hugging him tightly. He returns the embrace, nuzzling his head into your neck. "Oh, Eddie. I'm so sorry, I had no idea. I promise I'll never call you that, ever. I won't even think of it." You insist, holding him even tighter.

"Y/N, you're kinda suffocating me here." Eddie struggles for breath. You loosen your grip, meeting his eyes again.

"Sorry, darling." You reply quietly. You can't help wondering what happened to his parents, but you figure that's a talk for another day. You decide to change the subject. "Hey, you promised to show me your uniform!" Eddie rolls his eyes, regretting telling you about it at all.

He groans loudly. "Fine, fine. Just wait here, I keep it in the hall closet. And no peeking!" He promptly gets up, leaving the room. He closes the door behind him, and you take a moment to curiously look around his room. There's numerous posters and banners on the wall, and some drawings Eddie's made. You admire the intricate details, amazed at his skill. You think about how you'd like to watch him draw something. There's a few guitars in the room, and clothes strewn about everywhere. Eddie's pretty messy, it seems, but you didn't expect much else. You look over at his nightstand, there's an ashtray with half-smoked cigarettes in it, a small box of condoms, some aviators, and a magazine titled Heavy Metal.

You figure it's a music magazine, so you flip through some of the pages. You couldn't be more wrong, but the contents are certainly intriguing. It's more like a comic book, and there's lots of busty women riding dragons and horses in it. Typical Eddie, he loves fantasy and titties. You turn the page over, finding explicit images of sex and violence. It's not all that shocking to you, you can see the appeal. You continue reading, enthralled with the stories being told within the thin pages. You don't even notice Eddie reentering the room, or his eyes going wide as he sees what you've found.

"Doing a little light reading, baby?" He asks, smirking. You flick your eyes up to glance at him, unashamed of being caught snooping.

"Yep, this is actually pretty interesting. There's more boobs than I was expecting, but not bad." You say casually, setting the magazine down. You slyly smile at him, amused with yourself. "It's pretty hot, actually."

"Is that so? It must be pretty titillating if you haven't taken notice of my uniform yet." He leans against the door, crossing his arms. You take a moment to look him over, a dopey grin spreading on your face. He's got his hair pulled back into a thick ponytail, and his clothes are so different from what you've seen him in before. A red vest on top of a white dress shirt, with a small bowtie resting at his collar. Black slacks on his legs, with a simple black belt holding them up. He's even got shiny black dress shoes on.

"Oh my God, Eddie! You’re so adorable!" You gush, hopping off the bed to put your hands on him. He rolls his eyes, blushing again.

"I don't know about that. The shirt is really itchy, and the pants do nothing for my ass." He quips, making you both laugh. Your hands rest flat on his chest, and you press your body against his as you lean in for a kiss. Your lips meet, moving against each other roughly. Eddie pulls away, chuckling lowly. "You like it that much, huh?" His forehead rests against yours.

"What can I say? I like a man in uniform." You giggle at your own bad joke, wanting to keep kissing and touching him. But Eddie stops you, making you whine.

"Relax, angel. As much as I'd like to let you mess me all up, I can't or the boss'll kill me. Lemme change real quick, and then we can pick this up." He pecks your lips, leaving the room again.

You sigh, falling back onto the bed. You decide to tempt Eddie when he comes back, so you quickly take off your shirt and toss it to the floor. You keep everything else on, wanting Eddie to remove it for you in a minute. You pose yourself like the women you just saw in the magazine, making yourself look as sexy as possible. A few minutes later, you hear a knock on the door. "Come in." You smile as you expect Eddie to come walking in.

"Hey, I think you left this at the front door. Wasn't sure where you wanted it." You hear Wayne say as he enters the room. His eyes widen, your bag dropping from his hand to the floor. "Shit! I’m so sorry, Y/N." He clumsily apologizes, shielding his eyes.

"Oh, God!" You cry out, covering your chest with your arms. Wayne stumbles backwards out of the room, quickly shutting the door. You’re absolutely mortified. You didn't mean for Eddie’s uncle to see you like this. Your cheeks burn in shame, and you desperately try to find your shirt in the piles of clothes on the floor.

"What the hell is going on?" Eddie asks from outside of the room.

"I-I'm sorry, Ed. Think I, uh, walked in on somethin' intended for you. She-She left her bag at the door, and I just wanted to, uh, put it in your room for her.” Wayne stammers, before falling into wheezing laughter when he realizes how silly this is. “Jesus, you’re a lucky young man, Edward!" He chuckles, clapping Eddie on the shoulder as he walks away. You become even more embarrassed at his words, covering your face with a pillow. You don't think you'll ever be able to look Wayne in the eye again. Eddie walks in, seeing you hiding.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" He carefully asks. He’s been caught naked by Wayne a number of times, it’s bound to happen when living in such close quarters. Nonetheless, he’s well aware of how uncomfortable it is. He sits at the foot of the bed, stroking your ankles.

"No…” You groan, tossing the pillow away from your face. “I'm so embarrassed. I thought it was you coming back. I was gonna surprise you, seduce you by posing like the girls in the magazine. But now I feel very stupid and as far out of the mood as you can possibly get." You want nothing more than to crawl under a rock and never come out again. "And I can't find my fucking shirt." You gesture in resignation at the piles of clothes, unsure of where your top could be located.

"I'll find it for you, princess. And it's okay, just a simple misunderstanding. Wayne is just as freaked as you are, though he chooses to make light of situations like this." Eddie stands again, digging around in the heaps of laundry, finding your item of clothing rather easily. "Here you go, baby." He hands it to you with a kind smile, and you quickly pull it over your head. You take off your shoes, placing them next to the bed neatly. Eddie kicks his own off in opposite directions, not concerned about finding them later.

You both lay down, facing each other. "So, what do you want on the pizza?" You ask him, curious to find out more things he likes.

"Doesn't matter to me, as long as it's not pineapple…or anchovies." He scrunches his face, disgusted at the thought of fruit and fish on pizza. "What about you?"

"Well, pepperoni and mushroom is my favorite. Is that alright?" You ask, scooting closer to him. You let your hand lazily stroke his chest over his shirt, your fingertips picking up his pulse as they drag along the fabric.

"Sounds great, angel. It's a bit early to order it now, though, but we can do something else in the meantime." He grins at you, pulling you even closer to him. You both chuckle lightly, gazing into each other's eyes. Your legs weave with his, and your breathing syncs into a steady pace.

"I really like it here, Eddie. You and Wayne seem to have a good relationship, despite him being a little blunt. But it feels like home." You say sweetly.

"I'm glad you're comfortable here, Y/N. You definitely lighten the place up. I’ve never really considered it 'home' before, but having you here makes it feel like it could be." His hand cups your cheek, maneuvering to the back of your neck to bring your head closer. He presses his lips to yours, making your heart melt. Your mouths move against each other, the temperature of the room rising. Eddie rolls the two of you over so he's laying on top. You moan into the kiss, putting your arms around his shoulders.

You're enjoying being so close with Eddie, so warm and safe. But you don't really want to go any further than kissing tonight. You don't want to deny him, he seems very eager to please you. But you feel like you need things to cool down if this relationship is going to last. The two of you had sex so quickly, which you don't mind. But you're worried that's all this will be, just sex and nothing else. You gently break away, looking deep into his eyes. "Hey, Eds?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" He smiles down at you, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Can we...cool off?" You ask nervously, worried that he'll be disappointed. But his face doesn't change, and he nods.

"’Course. We can do whatever you want. I'll never want you to be intimate with me if you’re not into it." He gets off of you, going back to his original position. "Can I get you something to drink? I believe we've got beer, apple juice, or shitty tap water."

"Beer sounds great, Eds. Thank you."

"That's my girl. I'll be right back." He kisses your cheek, climbing off the bed to get your drink. You watch as he leaves the room, your head falling back onto the pillow when he shuts the door. You stare at the ceiling until he returns, your thoughts drifting aimlessly. Eddie quickly comes back with two beers in his hands. He passes one off to you, plopping down onto the mattress again.

"Thanks." You take a swig from the bottle, and some beer drips down your chin. You're about to wipe it away when Eddie leans in and licks it off for you. "Behave yourself, Eds." You warn playfully, taking another drink.

"Sorry. You're just so irresistible." He smirks at you, unashamed of his antics. You roll your eyes at him. The two of you spend the next few hours talking, getting to know each other better. The subjects vary between music, movies, likes or dislikes in people, what you want out of life. You could talk forever and never be bored, but your stomach has other ideas.

"I guess it's time to order that pizza, hm?" You ask as your belly makes a gurgling sound.

"Sounds like a plan, I'm starving. I'll go make the call, pepperoni and mushroom, right?" He questions, remembering what you told him earlier. You nod, and you exchange another kiss before he leaves the room again.

You're feeling a bit like a fixture in Eddie's room with how many times he's left you alone in it. You're not offended by it, it just feels strange. You decide to venture out and join Eddie in the livingroom. You walk down the hall, finding him standing by the phone. He's so cute when he doesn't notice you're looking at him. He finishes ordering, setting the receiver back in its cradle.

"How long until it gets here?" You ask, startling him.

"Jesus! Shit, Y/N, you scared me!” Eddie gasps, nearly jumping out of his skin.

"Sorry.” You apologize, putting your hands behind your back bashfully.

He takes a breath to calm his racing heart, his expression softening. “Got bored waiting in there?" He asks as he sidles up to you, putting his hands on your waist. Wayne’s already left for work, so the two of you are all alone in the trailer for the night.

“I might have been feeling a bit like one of your piles of clothes. But, I figure I could get a little more familiar with your home, if I'm gonna be hanging around here sometimes." You sling your arms around his neck, gazing lovingly into his eyes. "You should really clean your room, by the way. I don't know how you find anything in there." You chuckle, and he joins you.

"Does it bother you that much? Damn, and here I thought being a slob would be a panty-dropper." He jokes, tickling your sides.

"Eddie! Stop it!" You squeal as he wiggles his fingers around your stomach, relentlessly making you laugh until you can't breathe. You instinctively drop to the floor to escape him, but he just pins you down. He sits on top for you, continuing his assault. His hands wander to your neck, and behind your knees. You're thrashing erratically, doing everything you can to escape. "Eddie! Stop! Please! I'm begging you!" You pant out, trying to reason with him.

"Not a chance! I've got you right where I want you." He laughs maniacally, still tickling you.

"Please, stop! You're gonna make me piss myself!" You scream, batting at him with your hands.

"Don't threaten me with a good time!" He cackles, keeping it up.

"I'll pee on you!" You yell, glaring at him.

His eyes widen, quickly letting you go and putting his hands up in surrender. "Okay, not that good." He helps you off the floor, and you scurry to the bathroom. When you come back out, Eddie's on the couch, holding a small stack of movie rentals. "Wanna help me pick out a movie, angel? I got a few options from Family Video earlier. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so Steve and Robin helped me out. You remember them, right?"

"Of course, Harrington and Buckley! I haven't seen them around in a while. I should stop in to say hi sometime." You sit down next to Eddie, and he shows you what he’s picked out. There's Jaws, Weird Science, The Goonies, and St. Elmo's Fire. "Hmm, interesting choices. I'm sorry to say, I've seen these all before. But, what about you? Is there anything you haven't watched yet?"

"I haven't seen a single one, actually." His expression drops slightly. You place a hand on his cheek, reassuring him with your eyes.

"That's alright, Eds. We can watch them all, if you like. But I highly recommend The Goonies first. It's full of adventure, and pirate treasure! I think you'll like it a lot." You say excitedly.

"If you say so, princess. You wanna pop it in the VCR for me?" A sly smile creeps onto his face, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth suggestively.

"You just love any opportunity to stare at my ass, don't you? God, you're such a perv." You tease while you stand up, swaying your hips intentionally as you walk over to the TV. You bend over as low as you can without falling over, putting the movie into the VCR. You hear him whimper slightly at your antics, turning to see him awkwardly adjusting his pants. "Something wrong, Eddie?" You ask knowingly, winking at him.

"I may be a bit of a pervert, I'll own that. But you are one helluva tease, baby. I'll get you back for that one later." He smirks, and suddenly there's a knock on the door. "Ooh! Food time!" Eddie hops off the couch, pulling out his wallet as he makes his way to the door. He opens it, paying the delivery boy and taking the large pizza box in his hands. "Thanks, man." He says before closing the door.

Both of you get cozy on the couch, the pizza sitting in the middle of you. Eddie picks up the remote, turning the TV on to play the movie. "You're gonna love this movie, Eds." You comment excitedly as you take a piece of pizza out of the box. It's very hot, the cheese pulling in long strings as you try to separate your piece from the rest of the pie. Eddie helps you out, then takes a slice for himself.

"I'm sure I will." He smiles, taking a bite of his slice. The rest of the night is spent consuming the entire pie, and you manage to get through two of the movies Eddie rented before you realize how late it is. You're yawning, barely able to keep your eyes open. "Let's go to bed, sweetheart. You've got class tomorrow."

"Let's just sleep here. I'm too tired to move." You groan, snuggling against him to deter his want for relocating.

"I'll carry you if you want. Trust me, this couch is a killer on the neck." He coos, stroking your hair.

"Fiiiiiine." You whine, wrapping your arms around him to hold on. He wraps your legs around his waist, standing up with you in his arms. He carries you to the bed, helping you undress until you're left in your shirt and panties.

"There you go, angel." He strips down to his boxers, turning off the light before joining you under the covers. He spoons you, holding you as close as he can. "Goodnight, Y/N." He whispers, planting a warm kiss to your shoulder.

"Goodnight, Eddie. You're a really great boyfriend." You sigh blissfully, already half-asleep. You instinctively push yourself backwards into him, wanting to get even closer.

"And you're the best girlfriend a man could ever ask for." He replies softly, though you barely hear it.

To be continued...

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