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Two Sizes Too Small

Author’s Note:  Well, lovelies, I pulled an all-nighter to finish this one.  I just really wanted to give Eddie Munson a wonderful Christmas.  That it involves love and my favorite holiday movie, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, well, how could I resist? Full disclosure- there’s a lot of holiday movie and music references!  Also, my taglist is open, so let me know if you’d like to be added!  Lastly, I hope everyone has a lovely and restful holiday season!! Pairing:  Plus Size Female Reader x Eddie Munson

Summary:  Eddie hates Christmas, the whole Christmas season, and maybe his heart is too small but it’s Christmas and miracles can happen at the holidays!

Warnings:  SMUT, a touch of dubcon in the beginning, and also some angsty pining!

If it weren’t for Wayne, Eddie would have given up on Christmas a long time ago. 

  Around the time when he realized that Santa was his uncle scraping up extra change to ensure that there was something for him to open under the tree, Eddie’s heart had hardened against the holiday.  Wayne already did so much: working double shifts, making sure that Eddie had food, clothes and a safe way to get to school each day.  Why add to that burden with a day set aside for the sole purpose of spending money on stuff that no one really needed? Oh, he’d heard the arguments about showing people how much you cared this time of year.  That the depth of someone’s feelings was greater than or equal to the quality of whatever sweater, baseball cap or new crock pot could be wrapped in pretty paper with a ribbon slapped on top.  In his opinion that was a shitty system for communicating how much you appreciate someone, not to mention it only happened once a year.

There was no question in Eddie Munson’s mind that Wayne loved him.  He didn’t need a stocking full of candy or a gift boxed t-shirt to show him what he already knew to be true.  So, why make a big deal about it?  It was just another day on the calendar.

Regrettably, his sentiments weren’t shared with, well, anyone else.  All of the people around Eddie, his uncle especially, seemed to go Christmas Crazy.  Shopping all the time, planning events and scheduling parties, worrying about what to buy everyone and where to get the best sale price.  It didn’t make sense to him.  The decorations, the lights, the ornaments, all of it was sentimental in a way that Eddie just couldn’t abide, “What’s the point?  You’re just gonna pull all this shit down in a week.” Not dissuaded, Wayne snorts indignantly, digging through a dusty box marked X-MAS, “The point is, I like it.  The point is, it reminds me of when you were an excited kid who liked the simple things in life.  Things like bikes and blocks and crayons, not girls and drinking and rock music.” “Ok, ok, you made your point.”  Eddie concedes, helping to tape a strand of red tinsel garland along the shelf of mugs which had all been gifts to uncle over the years. Wayne stoops low, child-like glee on his face, as he readies to plug in the light strand, “Ready for the tree?” It was like this every year and Eddie nods, ready to get this part over with, faking his way through Wayne’s Christmas crankiness.  With a snap of electricity, the three foot artificial tree lights up.  It’s filled with paper Santas scribbled in red marker, macaroni stars and once glitter covered foam gingerbread men.  It is an annual homage to Eddie as a kid and Wayne adores it.  Despite the grumbling from his nephew, Wayne refuses to give it up, at least, not without a serious fight. Unimpressed, Eddie drones, “Very nice.  I like how you managed to keep all the ugly ornaments facing the window.  The neighbors are gonna love ‘em.” Incredulous, Wayne scoffs at his semi-scowling nephew, “They should!  I’m damned proud to have them.”  A heavy wave of nostalgia falls over the old man, making his proud chin quiver with unspoken words of affection for the little boy turned man standing in front of him.  Eddie hears the dip in his uncle’s voice, recognizing his yearly Christmas melancholy from a mile away.  What was it about this time of year that made everyone go a little nuttier than usual?  Was it the weather?  The food?  Or just the expectations that the holiday season seemed to carry? Screw that.  Eddie wasn’t going to give into the commercialized crap that seems to sweep everyone else along in December.  Christmas was for suckers and Eddie Munson was nobody’s fool.  Well, almost nobody’s fool.

His hand lands on Wayne’s shoulder, going for fondness while ignoring the emotions playing out behind his uncle’s faded eyes.  Softening a bit, Eddie offers an olive branch, “Wanna get drunk and watch White Christmas?  I had Steve snag it for me.” Patting at his damp cheeks, Wayne nods happily, sappily, “That sounds great-” The phone trills shrilly, cutting through their conversation and Wayne lifts his eyebrows in Eddie’s direction.  But his nephew shakes his head.  “Ignore it.  I’m exactly where I want to be.”  Whoever was looking to score was gonna have to call back. Three rings later and Wayne is practically shoving Eddie towards the receiver, “Just answer the damn thing!” Grumpy and gruff, he gives in, whipping up the phone, “Yea?” —-------------- It was December 23rd and the party at Barry’s house was winding down, thankfully.  People had been peeling off in pairs and trios, leaving just a few of your boyfriend’s buddies drinking the night away and ignoring you.  At some point you looked around and realized that Barry was just gone.  The house he grew up in- still lived in, with his family, was, in a word, enormous.  There were dozens of rooms and thousands of doors which made your search all the harder.  It was just like him to vanish, leaving you to fend for yourself when he had assured you that this time it would all be different. Arms circle your thick waist from behind as he pulls you into the second floor bathroom, pressing you against the granite countertop while lifting your pretty green skirt, “I’m so hard right now, gotta fuck you.” You giggle uncomfortably, already feeling a little too full of bubbling champagne, “Barry!   Here?  Now?” But you don’t get an answer beyond a rough tear in your tights, Barry’s fingers shifting your panties to the side abruptly, “Yea, right fucking now.”  And then he was pushed inside of you, his thrusts sloppy and bordering on painful as he drunkenly rubs at your full breasts through your sweater. If he was concerned with your needs, it didn’t show in the fast sawing motion of his hips, and before you could even trace the beginning of your own ending, Barry was babbling through his own.  Curving over your back, he pants in your ear, “Hmm, that was great.” Pulling out of you quickly, Barry tucks himself back into his chinos and presses a tiny kiss to your cheek, “Make sure you clean up before coming out to say goodbye to everyone.”  And then he’s gone, leaving you frustrated with sticky thighs. You thank a god you don’t believe in for birth control pills and shuffle over to the toilet, eager to tidy up the mess Barry had left in his wake.  Swiftly removing your torn pantyhose, you toss them in the trash can, regretting the loss.  Money wasn’t exactly tight, but you were trying to save as much as you could, unlike your upperclass boyfriend. Flushing behind you, you replace your panties and wash your hands.  Wiping some water over your cheeks, you smile at yourself in the mirror, confident that no one would know what had happened in the bathroom between you and Barry. Carefully, you shut the bathroom door, surprised when you hear voices, low pitched, in the nearby hallway.  Whispers that carry the weight of the familiar voice of your boyfriend begging quietly, “Come on baby, it’s Christmas.” “So?  You told me you were done with that trash, Barry and then, then you bring her here.  Throwing her in my face?  Are you trying to hurt me?” “Dawn, please.  You know I only want you.” “Barry, I want you too, baby.  But I won’t share you, not with someone like her-”  And then the sounds of sloppy kisses gain strength, complete with moans and grunting.  It was bordering on pornographic, like something private that shouldn’t be witnessed by anyone but those involved and you wish that you weren’t having to hear it at all. A gross knot of nausea welled up inside of you at the realization of what was happening, and so soon after Barry had cornered you in his bathroom.  Disgusted now, you knew you had to leave.  The sooner the better. On quiet feet you tiptoe into the nearest bedroom and choking back tears, reach for the phone.  Dialing the only number you can think of, the only you have committed to memory, you pray to that same god that he’ll pick up.  Finger twisting in the beige cord as you wait through four long rings, nervousness and shame filling your belly as you wait for the call to connect. “Yea?” His voice is gruff, grumpy, which takes you by surprise.  It makes your own sound small as you ask timidly, “Eddie?” “What’s wrong?  Where are you?”  It’s immediate, that change in tone, his understanding of your need, and you drop into a whisper, “Would it be too much trouble for you to come and get me?  I- I don’t think Barry-” He breaks in, direct and guarded, “Meet me at the corner.  I’ll be there in ten.”  The line went dead in your ear, a sure sign that Eddie was already en route to you. Sneaking away was easy when your boyfriend was frenching someone else and no one else at the party cared about you.  Scooping up your fuzzy holiday sweater, you went right out the front door into the chilly night, without anyone noticing.  Sobbing openly, you scurry to the corner, suddenly overeager to get away from this whole night.  Eddie told you ten minutes, but he made it in seven, the van idling loudly when you rounded the corner.  Dashing away tears, you climb into the heavenly heat of his vehicle, smiling tightly, “Hey Eddie.  Thank you so much, I just- I really needed to get out of there.” He eyes you, a look full of questions, but wisely Eddie asks none of them.  Waiting for you to buckle up, he rests a broad palm on your thigh, patting it twice, “No problem, sweets.  Where we headed?” ���Just home, if that’s alright.  I’m- I’m kinda tired.” Putting the van in drive, he appraises you from the corner of his eye.  Something about you was so small tonight it made Eddie’s heart hurt.  When he heard you on the phone that damaged sound in your voice was enough to make his Spidey sense tingle.  It was wrong, the way you had whispered, asking- no, pleading for him to come and get you.  Wayne completely understood why he had to leave, even if it was in the middle of putting the final touches on their Munson Christmas traditions.  Besides, nothing was going to stop Eddie, not when you sounded so shattered.    Clearly something had happened, something not great.  And it was something big enough for you to run away from Barry’s huge holiday party, something you had been talking about for weeks.  So, while Eddie appreciates you calling him in your hour of need, he absolutely wants to know how to make it better for you and make sure that you’re really alright. “That’s okie-dokie artichokie.  But, uh, can you just tell me-” turning to you now, his deep eyes searching yours, full of concern, “-you’re not hurt, right?”  He couldn't stand to think about what he might be capable of if you said that you were, or had been.  But still, Eddie needed to make sure that you were okay for his own sanity’s sake.

You nod shyly, appreciating the kind hearted way that Eddie handles your privacy, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.  Looking away, you hum lowly, “Yea, Ed.  I’m alright.”

“You sure?” “Uh huh.  Just got my heart hurt, so, ya know, nothing too serious.”  You try for lighthearted, breezy, but you don’t sell it because Eddie frowns, “Just your heart?  Oh, sweetheart.  I’m so sorry.” There’s a lot of things you find hard to bear, but Eddie’s pity is just too much.  It punches the air out of your lungs.  It crumples your bottom lip, setting your chin wobbling as you give into the burning tears of your heartbreak. Smoothly, Eddie pulls over although you’re not too far from home by now.  You can hear his seat belt unlock and then your own is set free so that Eddie can scoot you closer.  His chin rests on the top of your head as you cry into his neck, his voice soothing as he comforts you, “It’s ok.  It’s going to be alright, sweetheart.  You’re going to be ok.  Hush now.” You don’t know how long you let Eddie console you, his leather jacket warm under your damp cheek, but eventually the sobs become sniffles and the sniffles fade to hiccups.  Pulling out of the comfort of Eddie’s embrace, your eyes red and cheeks chapped, you lament thickly, “I got you all wet!  I’m so sorry, Ed!” “Hey, stop that.  I’m fine.”  Brushing wayward hair from your streaky and sticky face, Eddie tuts, “Are you sure you’re alright?” “Yea.”  It’s sad sounding, but you’re being honest.  You will be ok once you get home, have a shower, and start putting Barry behind you.  It helps to have a friend like Eddie Munson there to offer his shoulder to cry on. He fusses over you for another minute, wiping away the crystalline dew of your tears with his thumbs, “I’m here for you, whatever you need.” Eddie makes you stay in your seat until he can open the door for you, like a gentleman should, and walks you to your door.  His hand is loosely holding yours as you slide your key into the lock.  Almost embarrassed, you look his way, suddenly shy again, “Wanna come in?  I’ve got some beer and I think The Grinch is on tonight.” Laughing a little, Eddie shrugs, agreeing easily but still giving you the option for backing out, “Alright, if you don’t mind?” “Of course not.”  Once inside you slink out of your coat and motion for Eddie to do the same, “Have a seat.  I’ll be right back with something to drink.” Your place was very sweet, just like you, with a tinsel tree glowing with colored lights and other small holiday decorations set out just so.  It seems to Eddie like you’re also on the Christmas Crazy-Train.  There are two small boxes laying on the red plaid skirt beneath the tree and a single stocking tacked under the television stand.  He half expects you to leave out some cookies and milk, as if Santa was going to shimmy down your chimney tomorrow night and deliver you a Christmas miracle.  Eddie couldn’t help it.  He thought it was precious, sorta like you.  And if he’s being honest, he feels as though his own Christmas miracle is happening, right here, right now.  For two long years, you had been friendly, a close relationship beginning when you both reached for a recently returned copy of Evil Dead at Family Video.  In a moment of unprecedented cool guy maneuvering, Eddie’s suggestion that you come over to his place and watch it together.  When you agreed, offering him that sweet smile of yours, well, that had started everything.  He didn’t regret it, couldn’t even if he wanted to.  It wasn’t your fault that Eddie was using you as the standard against which all other ladies in his life would be judged.  And even though, in a bunch of unsuccessfully small ways, Eddie had tried to nudge your friendship in a more romantic direction, he was still as sprung on you as he had been from that very first moment. Now, he was here, with you, and so close to the big holiday.  It felt like his own Christmas miracle might be possible, if he believed in that kind of stuff- which he didn’t.  Because Christmas was a commercial product.  It was soulless, despite what people said to the contrary. But still, he rubbed his hands over his thighs nervously as he thought that maybe tonight was the night.  Tonight you would see him as the charming, romantic leading man that you deserved in your life and not just the guy who bailed you out when trouble came around.  Eddie’s seen enough of the fluffy, feel-good films that capitalize on the holiday season to recognize that he may be a part of one, with you. Because it couldn’t just be a coincidence that you called him on Christmas Eve, needing help and knowing exactly where to go to get it, right?  From the sound of things, Barry was quickly moving out of the boyfriend column and into the exes pile.  Another coincidence?  He sure as shit hoped not, but Eddie can’t get his hopes up, they’ve been dashed too many times.  With eyes that couldn’t seem to settle on anything in particular, Eddie’s mind strays to the countless other times where you had required rescuing and he had charged, nobly, into the fray.  Finding you crying on the nearest corner after running out on Barry’s insensitivity, pulling up in his ratty van outside of a party where you had clearly been unhappy, and once driving to the Indiana state border to fetch you from another one of your idiot boyfriend’s debacles.  Each time he promised himself that it was the last time- that he was going to protect himself, he was going to stop answering the phone, he was going to tell you how he felt.  But the calls, they just kept coming.  Happening way too frequently for his liking, the worn muscle of his heart tightening every time Eddie had to hear you sob, or listen to you talk about the belittling way Barry treated you.  Over and over again, you let the guy break your heart, only to take him back after some groveling and half meant apologies.  And over and over again, Eddie could feel his own aortic organ shriveling up from the knowledge that you refuse to see him as anything more than your second choice.  Tensing, he rubbed the back of his, wondering why he was here, waiting for you. Sometimes, it seemed to Eddie, like he was always just waiting around for your next phone call, your next emergency.  On hold until the phone rang, on the shelf, out of use.  Sure, he went out, hanging around other people; Steve and Robin, obviously, the Hellfire crew, his band.  Other than that, Eddie was at home, puttering around, on alert for the jingling ring that means you’re tagging him in for an assist.  And he hates it.  He truly does, because even though he hasn’t said it in exactly these words, Eddie needs you too.  Even more than that, he needs you to need him.  It gives him a purpose, a reason for sticking around this one horse town that isn’t connected to tragedy or trauma.  You were unavailable, sure, but always present, the living embodiment of his happiness and his sadness.  Eddie couldn’t help that the ache of wanting you for his own and always coming up short, time after time, was starting to splinter him into pieces. Snapping his head up at the scuffing steps you made, you pad back into the room wearing a cozy flannel nightgown, complete with elastic wrist cuffs and satin covered buttons at the throat.  In place of your make-up was a scrubbed clean face, glowing from the effort.  Your heels had been replaced by a pair of simple slippers.  Eddie swallows thickly, all of his other thoughts knocked out of his head.  Never had a woman been more covered up and still so alluring.  The old fashioned sleep shirt skimmed over the sweeping curve of your hips, but still managed to show off your shapely legs and graceful neck.  He isn’t sure why it affected him so much, this comfortable and easy version of you, but it did. “Do you still want a beer?”

He’s seen your mouth move, shaping the sounds of your question, but Eddie is dumbstruck by the innocent version of you hovering at the doorway.  Tossing his head, mostly to clear away the fog of his want, he croaked, “What?”

Giggling softly, you take a step closer, “I asked if you were thirsty.  Still want that drink?” “Oh, that?  Yea, yea sure.”  Knowing that he must seem mental, Eddie shifted on the couch, rolling his eyes at his own erratic behavior. From over your shoulder you ask him to turn on the tv, “The Grinch is on channel five, I think.” “Gotcha!”  The snap of the television coming to life fills the small space and you were practically running around the corner by the time Boris Karloff starts his narration.  Plopping down right next to Eddie, you gently hand him a bottle and drop a bag of chips onto the table, “Just in case we get hungry.” “Uh huh.  Since when do you like Doritos, huh?”  Flicking at the plastic bag, Eddie gives you a friendly side-eye look, full of teasing. Settling back into the cushions, you tug Eddie’s arm around your shoulders, “Since I’ve been forced to eat them with you.” An appreciative tone rang out from Eddie’s chest as you pressed your ear over the dip in his torso, right over his heart.  The gentle, even rhythm you found there was one of your favorite things and you took every available opportunity to listen to Eddie’s heartbeat.  You couldn’t say why it was important or what it was about his particular pulse that made you feel better, but it did, and Eddie, well, he never seems to mind. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, petting sweetly over the strands of your hair that trailed down towards your shoulders and he saw you shiver, “Here.”  Eddie tugged the knitted afghan from the back of the couch, tucking it in around you. Sighing, you snuggled into him, letting your eyes shut, feeling truly and completely at ease finally, “Hmm, thanks babe.”  Babe?  Oh shit.  That wasn’t good.  Not for his spiraling thoughts. Sipping his beer, he refocused on the green Grinch stomping on the screen.  He couldn’t bear to look at you.  Looking at you, right now, was dangerous.  You were too precious.  And the scene around him was too domestic.  It was exactly what life should look like if you weren’t the town scapegoat, raised by your uncle in the worst part of town and Eddie didn’t trust himself not to do something stupid in pursuit of that idealized image. Against his thigh, Eddie felt you shift as you drifted off.  You were practically in his lap with your head nuzzled into the center of his chest, eyes gently shut.  If he wasn’t careful, Eddie was going to enjoy holding you like this, so close and so easy, a little too much. The Grinch was complaining about noise and Eddie understood the sentiment a little too well because right now he was struggling to ignore the little kitten snores you were making with every exhale.  Your tiny huffed puffs blowing against his tummy, beer scented and sweet. He smiled down at you, full of affection and pulled you tighter to his side.  Unable to stop himself, Eddie brushed a peck to your upturned forehead, whispering a rueful “Fuck” into the night. When The Grinch ended and Charlie Brown’s Christmas started, Eddie sat still, his empty beer bottle in his hand, afraid that any movement would wake you up.  A news broadcast, filled with updates on the coming snow storm’s progress and holiday toy drive details wrapped up before the intro to Johnny Carson began.  Through it all, Eddie kept his arm around you, enjoying the worn in feel of your nightgown under his hand and the way you were burrowed into the crook of his shoulder. It was hard to be in your space so intimately and not touch you, even if his hands burned at the effort of keeping them to himself.  So, he didn’t trace the sweet sweep of your nose or tuck your hair behind your ears.  And somehow, Eddie managed to keep from pulling you into his lap fully, just to pet you, like he would a sleeping kitten.  Instead, he relished the trust you put in him, content to imagine happy kisses shared between the pair of you, while you dreamed next to him on the sofa. And you slept just like that, curled into Eddie Munson’s warmth until the strains of the National Anthem faded into staticy snow.  You sat up quickly, pulling back from the shared heat you and Eddie had created with a yawn.  Blinking his way sheepishly, your words full of drowsiness, “Sorry Ed- Did-” you rubbed your still sleepy eyes, “Did you- did you stay all this time just to let me sleep?” It was his turn to look bashful, and glancing out your window, Eddie nodded, “Yea.  What can I say?  You were too cute to move, sweetheart.” Snorting, you rolled your eyes at his kind words, “Oh, I bet I was!  All drooly and-” But he cut you off with a firm finger under your chin that yanked you near enough for his lips to press into your own.  A hungry sound, the kind a man makes when he’s digging into his favorite dinner, rolled through Eddie as you let your mouth part.  Thick and probing, Eddie licked over your bottom lip, letting the kiss deepen as your hands tangled into the second skin of his t-shirt. His forehead rested against your own, chest rising and falling rapidly, as Eddie’s dark eyes locked on yours, “Hey.” “Hey,” you echoed, keenly aware of Eddie’s presence in your sphere, breathing him in with short inhales as you tried to quiet your racing heart. Hands that you know as well as your own come down to cup your face, handling you as if you were porcelain- precious beyond measure and utterly breakable, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Looking like a happy kid on Christmas morning, Eddie’s dimples show as he smiles your way, his fingers threading with yours.  Falling back into his original spot, he drags you with him, eager to have you in his arms, but you hold yourself back, teeth toying at your bottom lip as you blurt, “But Barry.  He’s-” Your words stick in your throat at the sight of Eddie’s crestfallen face, a new iciness filling each syllable, “What?  He’s what, sweetheart?”  When you don’t answer right away, a rage that he normally can keep in check threatens to overflow, as Eddie carried on in a rising voice, “I’ve seen- shit-” a fist slams into the meat of his thigh, his anger focused on that one spot as hurt filled eyes find yours in the silver light of the running television, “-I’ve seen what he’s done to you.  How he treats you.  How he hurts you over and over.”  Slender fingers reach for your cheek but Eddie doesn’t touch you.  Instead he lets his hand drop into his lap, his heart falling into the abyss as he manages to choke out, “And still, you’d rather be with him?” For a long second you didn’t answer, your brain too full of thoughts.  A lot had happened in the few minutes since you woke up, huddled around Eddie’s middle and you still weren’t thinking straight.  How could you after an incredible kiss like that? And Barry.  What about him?  Were you together?  You didn’t think so, not after what you had overheard, but that final conversation hadn’t happened yet.

Eddie’s words surround you though, the pain in them unmistakable.  Shaking your head slowly, you huskily counter, “I didn’t say that, Eddie.  It’s just-” But he pushed to his feet without giving you a chance to explain.  Swinging his jacket over his broad shoulders with furious flare, “Ya know, what?  Don’t.  I don’t wanna know.  Just uh-” in three long strides Eddie’s jerked open your front door.  His back is to you, the handsome face that you’ve come to associate with protection and honor haloed by the streetlights, Eddie chokes out over his shoulder, “Merry Christmas.”

Your door, red bowed wreath swinging, slammed shut and now, now your apartment feels really empty, cold.  The lights on your tree seem garish and glaring as this year’s holiday slowly but surely becomes the worst kind of memory.  Feelings that you’re too tired to process flow through you, but in the end you drag yourself to bed in the early hours of Christmas morning, wishing it all away as a bad dream. Flopping into bed, you clutched your pillow in your arms, disappointed that it didn’t have a pulse to share with you.  Already missing Eddie, you kicked yourself for being so indecisive, for ruining the precious seconds where only you and he existed in the twinkling glow of Christmas lights.  Pale sunlight was streaking the sky when you finally closed your eyes, hoping that you’d wake up to a world that was back in its proper alignment. Only, morning finds you, just the same, and unfortunately, there are no singing Whos to make you feel better about the night before.  There’s no one to kiss you awake and wish you a Merry Christmas Eve or tell you about the snow that is just starting to fall in fat, perfect flakes.  You don’t have anyone to cook for or watch open gifts.  It’s just you, all by yourself. It was always going to be a small Christmas, you knew that, truly.  You didn’t have much family and only a few friends, except for the people you met through your boyfriend or Eddie.  In fact, the gifts laying under the tree had been for them, of course.  Now they both were ghosts: Christmas Past and Christmas Present. At some point you throw yourself onto the couch, clicker in one hand, a can of Coke in the other even though it was still breakfast time.  It was around that time he’d called, much too early for your liking, so you let the machine get it.  With a self assured voice that proved how little he understood or cared about you, Barry had left a message asking you to bring a dessert when you came for dinner that night.  A last minute request for a last minute invitation.  He was so sorry, but you would do it, right? His call went unreturned.  Angry, you immediately erased the tape and took the phone off the hook.  After last night with Eddie, you were fairly certain that no one else was going to be calling.  Not on Christmas Eve when there were presents and parties and people to enjoy. Besides, all this silence gave you time to think, so while Danny Kaye and Bing Crosby tap danced across the twelve inch screen of your tv, you did just that.  And if your eyes got misty at Rosemary Clooney’s gift of a knight on a white horse, then that was just how good the movie was, right?  It didn’t have a single thing to do with a certain man willing to ride into battle on your behalf, over and over and over again. The more you thought, the more you realized that Eddie hadn’t been wrong about the ways in which Barry failed you as a boyfriend.  He had been treating you like garbage for a very long time, longer than anyone should tolerate, but when you had so little, even the scraps seemed significant.  Swallowing down your less than festive Swanson’s turkey dinner lunch, you realized that you didn’t want scraps- not anymore. Changing the channel, Jimmy Stewart’s drawl takes over the room, but you're not thinking about bells ringing.  You’re thinking about Eddie, again.  Still.  You’re thinking about how, even now, your nightie smells like tobacco and light beer and old leather.  You’re thinking about the sacred synth beating of his heart and how it always seems to settle you.  You’re thinking about that tender kiss he laid on you when your brain was still fuzzy but your body knew just how to respond.

You’re thinking about Eddie this Christmas Eve, but is he thinking about you?

— Eddie has never been more miserable in life.  Surrounded by all of his friends, gorging themselves on pie and turkey and ham and potatoes and cookies cut to look like snowmen, mittens or bells, Eddie is cursing the whole Christmas season.  All of the trappings are just red and green reminders of what he doesn’t have, what he can’t enjoy, what he had with you last night when you were tucked into him, safe and sound, while The Grinch stole Christmas.  “What’s eating you?”  Steve’s got a small paper plate in his hand, balancing a slice of lasagna along with a piece of cake that’s been stabbed through by a white plastic fork, as he dropped down beside Eddie. “Nothing.”  Leaning his chin into his hand, Eddie’s elbow dug into the meat of his thigh, a grouchy position for a grouchy guy. Licking frosting off his fork, Steve hummed, “No way.  Something’s got you all pissy.  Pissier than usual- and on Christmas too!  Come on, lay it on me.” Rolling his eyes Steve’s direction, Eddie sat back reluctantly, “I- I think I fucked up.” Steve’s bite of lasagna hovered in midair, between the plate and his open mouth, as he tossed his infamous locks, “Impossible.  It’s Christmas.” “What’s that got to do with it?”  Eddie grumbled, sitting up swiftly.  Really, was that any kind of explanation?  It was December 25th so your life couldn’t be totally screwed up?  Humbug. Chewing loudly, Steve nodded, holding up a finger as a silent indicator for Eddie to wait up until he swallowed.  With a sip of his egg nog, Steve twisted in Eddie’s direction, “Well, first, everyone loves Christmas.  Everyone but you, I mean.  It makes people feel better.  Want to be better, do better, ya know?” “So?”  “So, you’re more likely to be forgiven for fucking up.  I mean, shit.  Nance and I got back together over Christmas.  It’s magical, dude.” Blowing out a noise that was similar to a fart, Eddie shook his head in frustration, “It’s a day, Harrington.  One day out of 365.  Why does everyone make such a big deal-” “Are you kidding me?  Have you like, never seen A Christmas Carol or, or watched ‘Rudolph’?”  Confused, Eddie shrugs, “I have, but-” “But what?  All the songs, the movies, the stories, they’re all about loving each other- and, and being kind at Christmas time.” Throwing up his hands, Eddie stared at his friend, his smile sort of sad, “Well, what if you kiss someone who’s still hung up on their asshole boyfriend?” With rounding, wide eyes, Steve stuttered, “You- you kissed her?  It’s about damn time, man!” Flopping back, his long haired head resting against the tall cushion of the Wheeler’s couch, Eddie groused, “Naw, Harrington.  She-” sighing deeply, willing the pain out of his tone, “-she’d rather stay with Barry.” Steve tossed down the empty plate, standing quickly, “No.  Nope.  Nuh uh.” Looking around, shocked by Steve’s sudden movements, Eddie can’t help asking, “What’s happening, Steve?” Bending at the waist, his handsome forelock falling forward, Steve’s hands find his hips as he admonishes the depressed rocker in front of him, “I’ll tell you what’s happening.  You’re getting up and going over there.  You have to talk to her, man.” Glaring up at his friend from under his shaggy bangs, Eddie shook his head defiantly, “No way.  No fucking way.  She-” Leaning down further, dad stance activated, Steve snapped, “Do you like her?  Do you-” pausing to cock an eyebrow skyward, “-love her?” Gulping guiltily, Eddie’s head bounced in response as Steve added, “I thought so.  Well, the good thing for you is that this magical day isn’t over.  You never know what might happen if you go and talk to her.  I mean, it’s Christmas, man.  And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find out you didn’t fuck up everything after all.” “Is this some kinda motivational speech, Harrington?”  Tilting his head as that wicked grin spread over his face, Eddie isn’t laughing at Steve, but he can’t help mocking him just a little bit. Confusion filling his face, Steve faltered for a second, “Uh, is- is it working?” Genuinely this time, Eddie smiled genuinely, “Yea, I think it is.” Straightening his spine, resolute, Steve countered, “Then, yes.  I’m motivating you with my speech.  Now, uh, get lost, Munson.”  Offering his unlikely friend a hand, Steve pulled Eddie to his feet and was already ushering him towards the door. “Alright, but if this backfires, I’m coming back here and kicking your ass to the tune of Jingle Bells.” “Fair enough.”  Steve tapped him twice on the back as Eddie slid towards the van, his sneakers not offering much traction in the snow, “Go get her, Munson.” Eddie started the van and gave Steve a thumbs up before backing slowly out of the driveway.  For some reason, his heart felt lighter, buoyed by the pep talk from his buddy.  Maybe Steve was right.  Maybe there was a way to save this Christmas after all. Mind whirling, he was already planning out what to say to you- an apology to start.  And he was sorry.  Sorry for kissing you out of the blue.  Sorry for not telling you how he felt.   Sorry for talking about your boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend?  Whatever the hell he was now.  But mostly, Eddie was sorry for walking away without telling you what was going on inside his head.  You deserved that much at least. Snow was falling faster now, dusting the whole town in powdered sugar whiteness, and he found himself hunching over the steering wheel to see better between the drifting flakes.  His defrost was working overtime, struggling to keep the fog off his windshield, as he cursed, “Jesus Christ!” As he got closer to your place his headlights illuminated a person, bundled up like a snowman, trudging along the barely plowed street.  Shaking his head as he slowly rolled past, Eddie couldn’t understand what would possess someone to do something like that, even if it was Christmas Eve.  What was so damned important that you went out in bad weather, a soggy sack of gifts melting under the swiftly shifting snow, he’d like to know. Pressing on the brake, Eddie stopped, disbelief flooding him.  “No.  No way-”

— Snow was dropping down in gentle swirls when you decided that you had to see Eddie, regardless of the fading sunlight, before Christmas Eve came to a close.  Too much had been said, too much left unsaid, for your mind to let it go.  Not to mention the way your heart ached dully when you thought about the wounded look on his face before he’d left you, stunned and speechless, after that tasty kiss. No.  It was Christmas, dammit.  And at Christmas, you told people how much they meant to you.  How much you needed them.  How much you relied on their strength, their warmth, their willingness to take teary phone calls at all hours of the night and then come rescue you from shitty situations time and again.  How much you, gulp, loved them. It was Christmas Eve and you were only just now realizing that there was one person who you needed to make the holiday happy and bright.  One dark hued, leather wearing metal head who just happens to be the white knight of your personal story.  You just hoped it wasn't too little, too late. Jamming his gift into a bag, you dressed as warmly as you could, layering up like a cake before lacing up your boots.  Pulling on a striped winter hat, complete with a fuzzy pom pom on top, you zipped up your heavy coat and stepped outside, shivering in the chill.  You didn’t have a car of your own, so you were going for a wintery walk to the trailer park, all in the name of love.

With a foggy exhale, you hummed to yourself, “Oh, the weather outside is frightful-” On a good day, the walk to Eddie’s place was about fifteen minutes.  Today, Christmas Eve, during a snowstorm, that quarter of an hour turns into forty five minutes easily.  Color rose up on your cheeks, across your nose, and the tips of your ears.  Anywhere you couldn’t cover with a scarf or coat was chapping in the cold air.  And you had long ago stopped your singing. Forced to walk on the road since most of the sidewalks were untreated, you didn’t mind, but you were incredibly cautious about oncoming traffic.  You wanted to talk to Eddie, not get turned into road pizza on the biggest holiday of the year, so you are walking into the wind and making yourself as visible as possible in the coming dusk.  Still, it required a lot of effort on your part, even if you had started to question the sanity of your idea.

Headlights catch your eye and you raise a hand to block the brightness.  The driver was going slow due to the snow and you move as far to the side as you can while also avoiding a slushy splash.  Tucking further into your scarf, you trudged on, rehearsing the speech you were going to give when Eddie opened his trailer door. And maybe that’s why you didn’t notice when the passing vehicle slid to a stop before reversing on the empty roadway.  All you know is that one second you were inside your head, white flakes flying past in swirling cyclones, and the next you hear a shout, “What the hell are you doing?” “Eddie?”  Stopping short, your head snapped up at a voice you know as well as your own. He was out of the van in a flash, his hands gripping onto your shoulders tightly, “It’s cold as fuck out here, not to mention snowing like crazy, and you’re just- just walking around?” Tipping your chin up, you eyed him from under the brim of your stocking cap, “I was going to your place.  I- I have a gift-” “A gift?  Sweet fucking Christ!  You coulda been killed!  A car could have- or, or, you could have slipped on ice and hit your head.  I mean, do you have any idea-”  Horrible scenario after horrible scenario filled Eddie’s mind.  Worrying about what could have happened to you and knowing that it hadn’t could not stop the flipped switch of his panic.  With a cracking voice, Eddie pulled you into his heart, his warmth, questioning you brokenly, “What if I hadn’t seen you?  What if- what if something happened to you and I wasn’t able to stop it.  To save you?” 

His grip tightens around you and your bulky coat, almost lifting you off the ground, “What would I do if-” A sweet half smile curls over your face as you put a mittened hand over his chest, cutting him off, “Eddie.” Your voice stills him, those wide burnt sugar eyes locking on yours, as he tips your head up, “Yea?” Pushing up onto the toes you could barely feel, you pressed a chaste kiss to Eddie’s warm mouth, lingering in his cinnamon gum scented sphere.  For a second, he froze, your cold nose rubbing against his as your eyes fluttered shut.  Then, his arms pulled you as close as your jacket allowed, those lips of his finding your chapped ones with a happy hum. Heat rushed through you, a welcome change from the dropping temperatures out on the snowy street.  Only this heat was spreading from the clenching muscles in your tummy, a fire ignited by the wanting way Eddie moaned into your mouth.  His nimble tongue danced alongside yours as the sky deepened into an inky indigo, dotted with picture perfect snowflakes.  Fingers, pinkening from the cold air, tug on the ends of your scarf ensuring that you can’t get away from Eddie this time. He didn’t need to worry.  You weren’t going anywhere, not without Eddie Munson, anyway.  Not anymore. Parting in a puff of heavy air that turned silver in the snowy night, Eddie’s forehead bumped against the cuff of your cap, a goofy grin making his dimples impossible to ignore, “Hey.” “Hey.”  Looking up at him through the curve of your lashes, expectant and excited, you were waiting to see what Eddie’s next move would be. You were rosy from cold, eyes shining bright in the fading light of day, and Eddie had never wanted you more.  Swallowing thickly, you watched his Adam’s Apple bob while his arms rubbed over your thick sleeves, “Can I- Will you let me take you home?” Biting into your bottom lip, you nod quickly, “Yea.  Yes, please.” Guiding you, Eddie ensured that you’re safely situated in the passenger seat before securing your buckle and shutting the door.  You giggled as he moved around the front of the van, slipping in the slush, his face illuminated in the headlights.  Catching your eye, he winks wickedly and then is seamlessly sliding behind the steering wheel with a wild toss of his snow-dampened hair, “Where to m’lady?” Sighing deeply, but happily, you pull off your winter hat, staticy strands sticking up at odd angles, “I’d normally say take me home, but-” “But?”  There’s caution in Eddie’s voice.  Like a skim of ice on the lake, things between you are still tentative- not solid, and he has a momentary lapse of confidence. Laying a hand on his denim clad thigh, leaning closer to reassure him, you shrugged, “But I don’t want to be alone.  Not tonight.  It’s Christmas Eve.” It gives Eddie an idea.  A wonderful idea.  A perfect, Hallmark Card, winter wonderland idea. “Ok, but just remember… You asked for it.”  His tone is playful when Eddie swings the van in a circle, turning from the direction of your place back the way he came. Oh, he’s nervous.  There weren’t a lot of people who had been to his trailer; just the closest, dearest of friends.  Steve had seen the inside of the clean and cozy space a time or two, Robin and Nancy for sure, but mostly, Eddie was the guy pulling up to your place, not the other way around. A small Christmas tree, loaded with lights and ornaments faced the gravelly road where Eddie’s uncle was already parked.  There’s strands of blinking lights criss-crossing the awning and a small sign that says, “Santa Stop Here” propped up on the porch.  It’s a sweet sight, a glowing, golden invitation on a cold and snowy Christmas night and you can’t help the dopey look of glee on your face at what you’re seeing. Pulling the van in smoothly, Eddie held up a hand, “Wait, k?  I haven’t been here to shovel.” Agreeing with a head bob, you sat patiently as he stomped around, snow high enough to cover his sneakers.  Snagging your bag, you are prepared to step into the snow, but Eddie doesn’t give you the chance.  One foot touched the ground and then he’s bear hugging you, walking you straight to the stairs as you laugh, “What are you doing?” “Keeping you from getting cold feet.  Obviously!”  Once he’s sure you’re on the firm ground of his steps, Eddie bounced back and kicked the van’s door closed. He brushed by you, his hand finding your elbow so that he could haul you inside, calling out warmly, “Hey, Uncle Wayne!  Hope you don’t mind-” An older, more worn in version of Eddie, minus the long locks, popped a head out from the kitchenette, “Wha?  Oh.  Oh, we’ve got company then?” Wiping his hands on a well used dish cloth, he moved closer, arms wide, “I’m Eddie’s uncle- Wayne, in case you didn’t get that part.”  The hug is crushing and so full of tenderness that you can’t help but wrap your arms around this new person, squeezing hard as he welcomes you.  Stepping back, Uncle Wayne kept a firm hand on you, but eyed Eddie steadily, “Your phone call, I take it?” Chuckling nervously, Eddie rubbed a palm across the back of his neck, ruffling his hair in the process.  He’s never been able to hide much from his uncle, this is no exception, and he can tell that he’s busted.  “Yea, Wayne.  She’s the one who called last night.” A look passed between them, approving and accepting, before Wayne clapped his hands, asking, “Are ya hungry, darling?  It’s not much, but it’s our tradition, so to speak.” “If you don’t mind?  I-” “Mind?”  Wayne says it as if he’s offended by the idea, “You’ll be doing me a favor.  Keep this one-” pointing at Eddie with an up turned thumb, “-on his best behavior.  Come on!” Your jacket disappeared into a closet somewhere and Eddie helped you shuck the soaking boots you’ve been wearing for much too long.  Excusing yourself, you duck into the bathroom, and when you come back, there’s a heartwarming scene unfolding in front of you.  Wayne and Eddie, setting an extra place at the table, grumbling about the “good china” which you can tell is paper plates.  Stopping, Wayne appraised his nephew for beat as Eddie centered a folded paper towel over your spot.  A small smile pulled at the corners of his uncle’s mouth before Wayne dragged Eddie into an unwilling hug that ended with a firm clap on the younger man’s back.  You swing back into the room at the sound, “This- this looks great, you guys!” A pot of macaroni and cheese, neon orange and buttery, sits in the center of the table.  There’s a plate of ham and cheese sandwiches, cut into triangles and piled high on a Miller High Life tin tray, next to a bowl of salad greens.  A big bottle of ranch dressing standing proudly at its side. “It’s not traditional, I guess-”  Eddie started but Uncle Wayne cut him off, “It’s our tradition!  All of Eddie’s favorite food is here.  Except the salad, of course.” “Except the salad.”  He echoed his uncle, offering you a sandwich from the tray while his teeth pinch the fat of his lip, desperate for your acceptance. He had no reason to worry.  It’s just so lovely to be with other people, especially guys like the Munson boys.  They pass around bottles of beer, telling stories, making you laugh so hard that your stomach muscles ache from it.  From deeper in the trailer you heard the sound of an alarm clock buzzing and Uncle Eddie exhaled hard, “Well children, I have to get going.” Looking up from your seat at their table, you questioned, “No!  You’re not leaving are you?” Taking one of your hands in his, Wayne pats it gently, “Double time at the plant is too good to pass up, even if the company is as excellent as yours, darling.” Pouting, you let your bottom lip stick out and Eddie is struck by an urge to kiss you stupid.  Instead of whipping you into his arms in front of his uncle, Eddie stood up and started clearing the table, “Ok, old man.  You can stop flirting with her now.” “Me?  I would never!”  And you could hear the same teasing tone in Uncle Wayne’s voice that Eddie has inherited.  It’s flattering and flustering at the same time and you just knew that they could feel the flush of heat radiating off of you from the attention they both give you. “Yea, yea.  Here-”  Eddie handed a small box to Wayne, “-Food, for tonight’s shift.”  “Thanks, son.”  Turning in your chair you watched Wayne shrug on his coat, popping the collar up high to block some of the snow that’s still falling.  At the doorway he nodded your direction, “Don’t be a stranger young lady.  Merry Christmas to you both!”

And then the trailer goes quiet.  Eddie pivoted fast, big eyes finding yours, and you both started laughing again. “Shit!  I mean, I knew Uncle Wayne had moves, I’ve just never seen them in action like that before.” Feigning innocence, you placed a hand over your heart, “Do you mean to tell me that he was flirting?  My, my, you Munson men must have a type!” Eddie’s chuckle petered out, his face growing serious, as he looked you over, “Yea.  We do.  Pretty ladies who uh, who walk through snow storms and love The Grinch.” You didn’t laugh because it wasn’t funny anymore.  Reaching out his hand, Eddie lifted you to your feet, spinning you in place before bringing his hands to your hips.  “Hey, hang on, k?” Nodding, you missed his presence when he stepped up to the record player hidden in the corner of the living room.  The speakers spring to life, and with a triumphant grunt, Eddie placed a 45 on the turntable before returning to you.  Nat King Cole started to croon about chestnuts and open fires, but you’re hardly listening. You’re caught up in the way Eddie’s eyes reflect the multi-colored lights of his cute Christmas tree, reds and greens and yellows and blues.  The feeling of his hands swaying you back and forth, moving you where he needed you to be, is intoxicating, heady.  Drawing your palms over his forearms, you slid them higher, higher, higher, until you could lace them behind Eddie’s neck. He stretched against your folded fingers, looking down at you, “I’m really glad that you came over tonight.  I don’t think Wayne will ever get over it.” Snickering sweetly, you wet your lips, “He loves you.” “He’s the only one.” Shaking your head, your hooded gaze never leaving his, you countered, “Uh uh.  That’s not true.” Eddie tilted his head, studying your expression, “You calling me a liar, sweetheart?” His tone was playful but the tenor was low, raspy, grating, and you matched it when you answered, “Yea, maybe I am.” “Are you saying that you love me?”  Whispering, just in case he was dreaming, just in case he had to deny that these words had ever been spoken, Eddie paused all movement. You nod, yes, but it’s not enough.  Not for Eddie.  Not tonight.  “Please, I need- I need you to say it.” A clock ticked away the seconds while you peered into the hot cocoa gaze of the only man you truly trusted, “I love you, Eddie.  I- I think I always have, really.” If you could capture an image to look over forever, it would be the face Eddie made at your husky confession.  The unadulterated joy that crowds his features made you think about New Year’s Eve fireworks, exploding and expanding as they brilliantly burst.  Eddie broke your hold on him, his fingers threaded between your own as he brought a hand up to press a little kiss to your knuckles. “I know.  It took you long enough to realize it, though, sweetheart.” Looking away from him, a stupid, giddy smile grew across your face.  You rolled your eyes, “Maybe I was waiting for the right moment?  ‘Tis the season, ya know?” Eddie didn’t reply, at least not with words.  He picked his moment and using your waist as leverage, snugged you tight to his lean body.  One arm braced along your spine as his other hand cupped your bountiful bottom, tipping you off center a bit so that he could wrap your leg over his hip. He’s so solid, so sturdy, that you melted into the embrace, letting Eddie support you entirely as you gripped at his firm biceps.  That curtain of ebony hair brushed against your cheek as your mouth searched for and found more of Eddie to taste.  Mewling against his lips, you could feel his growing excitement and your core pulsed with need at the idea of having all of Eddie, all for yourself. Pinching your bottom, Eddie straightened you both up, jerking his head towards the small room at the end of the hall, “Come on.” A little light headed, you followed where he led, landing in his personal domain.  It’s a space dominated by his love of music and all things D&D related, and it smelled so good, so right, that you launched yourself in his direction, needy lips already moving in on him.  Eddie met you there, in the middle, ready and wanting. Longing for him, you toyed with the hem of his t-shirt, desperate to feel Eddie under your hands.  Gliding higher, Eddie chuckled, catching your hands in one of his, “Your hands are freezing!” “Sorry!”  You rubbed them together, blowing on them, trying to warm them up as quickly as possible. “S’ok, I got you.”  He stepped away and crossed his hands at the bottom of his shirt before ripping it off in one fluid motion.  Eddie is stunning.  His compact and constant strength is evident in the smooth lines of his chest, his tattoos a road map to pleasure.  You didn’t know whether to touch him, or kiss him, or lick him- your thoughts derailed entirely when he tisked, “Um, see something you like?” Beneath your hands Eddie felt so substantial, so solid.  Tracing his ribs, you leaned in to kiss the places where black ink outlined the images associated with his rock and roll persona, keeping a hold on his trim waist.  When you reached the hollow of his chest, the place that hovered above his heart, you lingered long enough to purple the skin there as yours.  Home. It’s the sort of attention that Eddie isn’t accustomed to- someone showering him in affection.  The time its taken for your tongue to lick lines over his pecs, press kisses across his collar bone, nips at the cologne stained skin of his neck, feels like decades.  Eons.  Ages. But he let you take that time.  Breathing became a struggle, especially when you purse your lips and sucked little red splotches over the length of his core, your still chilly fingers dug into the muscles of his back as a reminder for him to keep still.  Tentatively, you played with his belt, not wanting to show just how eager you truly were in this moment. He doesn’t stop you, instead Eddie moves your hands to his handcuff shaped buckle, encouraging you, “Yea, go ahead, babe.  I- I want you to.” Jumping at the contact, Eddie’s stomach muscles contracted and he hissed.  Dropping to your knees, you pushed his jeans down, down, down, and tapped his calf.  It was a silent way of telling him to move his feet so you could get his pesky pants off of him. From this position, Eddie stood tall and straight like a mythological hero above you.  Other guys might have tried to hide their growing erections, crossing their hands over any visible sign of their desire, but that’s not Eddie’s style.  If anything, he parted his legs, widening his stance to showcase his masculine power.  And if the boxers he wore weren’t covered in Santa faces, then you were certain his manliness would have overpowered you. “Ah!  These are very cute.”  Flicking at the hem of his shorts, you had to tease him.  You have to lighten the mood otherwise, you were going to combust right to ash at his feet. “‘Tis the season- isn’t that what you said?”  Throwing your words back at you, Eddie let his fingers tangle in your hair, urging your head back as your dewey mouth parted. You were so close to him, to his aching stiffness, that all his willpower is being channeled into behaving.  It would be all too easy to dig his thumbs into the pudgy flesh of your cheeks, keeping your mouth open wide as he fed his hard cock between your lips until you were full up with Eddie.  A shadow of his thoughts crossed behind his eyes and you gulped audibly, pressing your thighs together at the idea of him using you for his own end. Only, that wasn’t who Eddie Munson was, at heart.  There was no forcing, no taking, not without talking first.  And that alone was so very different from whatever his name was that you were already feeling more excited, more aroused than you could ever remember being before. Nodding at his quip, you stretched  your fingers toward the gathered elastic band of his jockey shorts, but he stopped you, “Not yet, ok, pretty girl?  Wanna see you first, alright?” “Oh, yea, ok.  Sure.” You stood up on shaking legs, never breaking the heated stare between you and Eddie.  Slowly you started to peel off the layers of clothing that you had wrapped around yourself before heading out into the snow.  Fumbling, you toed off one thick sock when Eddie’s low laugh interrupted your eager undressing, “Lemme help you.  You helped me, it’s only fair.” Motioning to his thigh, you brought your socked foot up, inhaling sharply when Eddie rolled the soggy wool down your toes before chucking it towards the door.  Those calloused fingers massaged up your calf, the muscles there tense from your excursion, and you groaned gratefully at the softening his touch brings.  Too soon, in your opinion, Eddie lowered your leg back to the floor, but it’s only because he was raising the bottom band of your hoodie over your head. Stumbling a bit, he caught you, now in a t-shirt and leggings, “Did you put on everything you own?” “It’s cold out!  And I was walking here to tell the guy I love “Merry Christmas”!”  It’s your best defense and the base honesty of it makes Eddie weak. “Fair enough, sweetheart, but I need you naked.  Like, now.”  His eyebrows are raised expectantly making you chortle as his overeager attitude. You got a little bit fresh though, wanting to tease him, to draw out the night, so you sass, “What if I’m your gift, huh Munson?  And you’re just rushing through the unwrapping part-” He doesn't let you finish.  Instead, Eddie scooped you up with his hands on your soft bottom, pushing his nose into the crook of your neck, “Oh, I know how to take my time, babe.  Especially when it matters.” “Fuck, Eddie.”  It’s a broken exhale, wanton and laced with a desperation that he had never heard from you before.  He’s an addict already. Buttons part easily under Eddie’s knowing fingertips.  Your flannel shirt and faded tee are thrown across the room joining the growing pile of your clothes.  After your ribbed tank top comes off, the last barrier to your bountiful breasts is the emerald green bra you put in, hopeful that Eddie would have a chance to see it before the night ends. Now here he is, an owlish look on his wonder filled face, “Wow.” Heat climbed through you at the raw realness on display in Eddie’s features.  That’s when you decided that you can’t wait any longer and took his wrists in your hands, placing them on your waist as you stepped into his arms, “Eddie, baby, please?  Please touch me.” He doesn’t respond with words.  Gripping you tight enough to bruise, your head is tipped back to make room for Eddie’s roving mouth as he scorches a path down your neck.  At the swell of your breasts he slowed down, savoring the flavor of your skin, teasing you with his tongue.  Licking over the lace of your bra, Eddie sucked on your hardened nipple through the fabric, the foreign sensation making you jump under his ministrations.  You tangled a fist in his hair, pulling against the loose curls, and he let you direct his mouth back to your own bee stung lips as you mewl, “Need you, Eddie.  Need you now.” “Fuck, baby.”  Walking you backwards, Eddie lowered you onto his bed, following you down to the mattress.  His hands cupped your cheeks, brushing your hair back so he could really see you, those broad thighs pressing your own open.  You could feel the delicious weight of him on top of you, his hard cock unavoidable, and you rolled your hips into Eddie’s just to hear him groan. In a rush now, Eddie ripped your pants off in a flash, taking your panties with them.  Kneeling between your spread legs, he laid his hands over his heart, “I really love-” you angled up onto your elbows, anticipating how he’ll finish his sentence, “-my Christmas gift.  Thank you so much for bringing it over, even if you had to walk a mile in the snow.” “You shit!”  Giggling at his theatrics, you grabbed for him, only satisfied when he’s draped over your prone figure. There’s a kiss then, and another, and another until they blend together in your mind.  Some are sweet and slow.  Some tender and testing.  Others are sloppy, teeth clicking, tongue sucking kisses. Hands are everywhere.  They glide along hairy thighs and smooth arms.  They paused to fondle, to flick, to squeeze.  They never stopped moving. Fingers find ticklish spots to linger on, drawing out laughter, high and sweet.  Fingers press hard into soft skin.  They dig in, they hold on. When Eddie’s bold enough, he touches you at the dark, damp cavern of your core.  The un-rushed attention is overwhelming and it doubles in intensity when his calloused middle finger finds a home surrounded by your satin walls.  Clutching at his arms, you wailed thinly, “More, Eddie, more, please.” A second finger breached your wet cleft, the stretch delicious and somehow delicate because Eddie’s listening to you, to your body, and he’s not rushing.  His gaze had not left yours, the show you’re putting on is just too good to miss and he has a front row seat.  Kissing over your tummy, moving lower, you bucked into his grip just as his plush pout pressed against your straining clitoris. Fisting his pillow with one hand, the other curled possessively around the back of his neck, holding him steady.  Holding him close.  Holding out for the inevitable peak of your pleasure, brought on by the unceasing attention of your lover. Panting, your thighs quaked, the ecstatic energy gathering in your body ready to explode.  It’s been so long since you had someone take care of you, worry about pleasing you, think about getting you off first, that when your orgasm hits it is leveling.  The air huffs out of you in short bursts as your body goes rigid, all of your limbs seem to lock up, and every molecule of your form is concentrated on the overriding bliss created by Eddie and his feelings for you. Maybe you blacked out, you don’t really know what else to call the far away floating sensation that accompanied your little death.  What you do know is that Eddie has you gathered in his arms, your head cradled over that spot- your spot on his chest, his heartbeat the first sound that breaks through the fog of your climax.  Rocking you back and forth, soft kisses pressing into the crown of your head, as Eddie cooed, “I got you, pretty girl.  It’s alright.  You’re ok, honey.” Shivering as you come down from your intense high, stray tears cascaded down your cheeks, but these are not born of sadness.  Experiencing euphoria like this was overwhelming and you gratefully sunk into Eddie’s warmth, hiccuping, “I’m- I’m ok, Eddie.  I’m- thank you.  Thank you so much.” “Thank me?  Sweetheart, I didn’t do-” Swiveling in his arms, you peered up at him through wet eyes, “But you did!  You do.  You always take such great care of me and tonight, all this, it’s no exception.”  And you kissed him with everything you had in your heart, saying ‘I love you’ with your body over and over again.  When you pulled back this time, a small hand on Eddie’s stubbled cheek, you shook your head, not believing that you were here, now, with this loving man, “I think I must be dreaming.” “Then, please, for the love of Ozzy, do not wake up.” An undignified snort of laughter snuck out of you and Eddie takes advantage of the distraction to lay you back on the bed.  Floppy and boneless, you’re spread out and giggling, ready for whatever Eddie wanted to do.  You run your foot over his leg, landing on his hip before he wrapped a hand around your ankle, steadying his hold on you to ensure that you were open wide for him. You nibbled on your pinky finger, knowing what came next, but playing coy.  That sweetness, the innocent way you batted your eyelashes at him, it made Eddie throb.  Yearning to be inside of you, he smooched at the skin of your inner thigh, “God, you’re so fucking pretty.  Can I touch you, beautiful?  Can I make you feel good?” Why would you ever say no to that?  Letting your calves lock around his, you lifted your hips up so that you could hump against Eddie, “Please, Eddie, for fuck’s sake!” And then he was fisting himself, lining the hardest part of his body up with the softest part of your own, “Hey, hey, look at me.” Locked in on Eddie’s blown out stare, you licked over your bottom lip, which only made him groan.  Dropping his chin, he shook his head, “You- you can’t look at me like that, baby.  I’m going to cum before I ever get to feel you if you keep that up.” “But, I didn’t-” Running a hand through his hair so that it fell over his shoulder, he husked, “You can’t help it.  You’re just so damned adorable and-” the expansive head of his cock caught at the slick circle of your quim, “-And I fucking love you.” Inhaling sharply, your body arched off the bed and straight into Eddie’s chest at his first breaching thrust.  Hands tensing, your nails clawed at his forearms as he stilled, giving you time to adjust to his shattering length and stretching width.  Distracting you, Eddie’s mouth dotted kisses along the base of your throat and over your jaw, before huskily growling into your ear, “I’m gonna move now, ok?” Noiseless, you nodded as Eddie kept his word.  Withdrawing slowly, Eddie was exercising all the control he possessed to ensure that you got the best of him.  And even with his concentration focused on the long, smooth strokes of his thrusts, he still managed to touch you, kiss you, mumble out sounds like yes and fuck and your name. “Eddie, more, please?”  You hadn’t meant to whine but he felt so good that you wanted all you could get. It was as if you had cut him free by asking that question.  Eddie let his body reply, rolling his hips, no longer pulling free from your velvet vice.  Instead he surged forward, deeper and deeper with every press of his pelvis against your own.

Your sweaty skin had gone over goosebumps, a shivering, shining sensation spiraling from your core.  You found your voice but could only manage to whimper as Eddie let a free hand rake over your thigh before his fingers landed on your clit, rubbing in light circles.  The contact made your muscles clench and through gritted teeth, Eddie cursed, “Fucking hell, sweetheart!” His reaction made you giggle breathlessly, “I’m so close Eddie.  Are you?  Are you gonna cum?” “Yea.  Yea I am, honey.  Can you hold on?  Cum with me?” Hugging him, your back off the mattress, you peppered him with kisses, agreeing with a happy hum.  Eddie kept his rhythm, the even movement of his fingers, and when he felt his own eminent ending, took a beat to encourage you, “Sweetheart, please?  Let go for me, yea?  Wanna- shit- wanna feel you cum around my cock.” Language like that would have made you embarrassed before but coming from Eddie’s sweet, sweet mouth it set you aflame, “Eddie!  Yes!  Yes, baby!” Your ruinous release arrived with a shout of his name.  Going rigid under Eddie as he rocked into you, his palm pressed to the center of your chest, right over your heart, and then he shuddered above you, his forehead coming to rest against your own as you both fought to catch your breath. 

But then Eddie pushed away, abruptly, the overflowing spend of his ecstasy wetting your thighs.  It left a cold and empty gap between you when he turned his back to you, his shoulders hunched.  Sitting up, you moved to Eddie’s side, “Eddie?  Are you- are you ok?” There was no answer, so you crawled to his side, but he avoided looking at you, so you draped a hand on his meaty quad, squeezing slightly, as you asked, “Babe, what’s going on?” Kneeling on the bed in front of the man who just gave you two delicious orgasms, you were utterly shocked at the sight that met you; Eddie, skin shiny from sweat, sitting cross legged, was biting into his knuckle.  It was the reason which broke you. He was crying.  Tough, beautiful, Eddie Munson was crying.  Sobbing really, and to stifle the sound, his teeth were gouging into the flesh of his finger.  Once more he tried to avoid you, but you were quick to pull his arm down, “Eddie, what happened?” “I-” his voice was thick, embarrassed and full of emotion, “-I’ve never- What we just did, I-”  When you realized that he couldn’t get the words out, you took his hands in yours, kissing over the pulse point of each wrist, “Imma need you to take a deep breath, babe.  There ya go!”  And you praised him when he inhaled brokenly. Puffing out his cheeks on the exhale, he allowed your clever fingers to wipe away his tears, apologizing, “I’m so sorry.  So sorry, sweetheart.” “For what?  Where’s this coming from?” “For being a big baby, now, after we just-” damp and wet cheeked, his pretty brown eyes found yours in the dim, “-after we made love.”

“Oh, Eddie.”  Your hand cupped his cheek and he leaned into the warmth he found there, sighing. For the first time in your relationship, you were able to offer Eddie the sort of comfort and care that he had shown you so many times.  Wasting no time, you straddled his lap, wrapping him in a hug.  He hooked his chin over your shoulder, “I just- I’ve never had anyone love me.  Not like this and-” You silenced him with your lips, your tongue prying into his mouth, drinking the sadness from the source.  All of your want, all of your love, all of it went into the kiss you laid on Eddie.  When you leaned back far enough to stare at your man, you were met with his earnest expression, still raw and real.  

Your forehead nudged into his, a half-smile playing on your lips, “Hey.” “Hey.”  Still sounding sad, Eddie let a chuckle burst out of him, but you found it endearing, encouraging. Eddie let his hands find a place on the thick meat of your tush, keeping you close as you nuzzled into his neck, “I love you, Eddie.  All of you.  And for so many reasons.” “Yea?”  He sounded like he still couldn’t believe it.  That this was all too good to be true. Pulling back on his hair, he hissed but didn’t try to stop you.  “Yea, Eddie.  Yea, I do.  I fucking love you.” Then he was laughing.  A joyful, open, happy sound that brightened the room and made you smile wide.  Eddie lightly slapped your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he licked open mouth kisses along the top of your chest, leaving red marks along the way.  Laughing too, you basked in the bubble of love that the two of you were creating. Dragging you to his side, your head rested against his chest, over your special spot.  His heart was thumping, steady and strong, already lulling you to sleep, when you tipped your head up, “Merry Christmas, Eddie.” “Uh, Merry Christmas.” And what happened next, well in Hawkins, they say, that Eddie Munson’s small heart grew three sizes that day. On Christmas morning, Eddie cooked you breakfast, and made sure there was plenty of fresh coffee for Uncle Wayne to come home to.  After the dishes were washed, you pulled his gift out of your snow stained bag, “This is for you.” “Aw, baby!  You didn’t have to do this.” Shifting your weight, you nervously danced, “I know!  But, well… OPEN IT!” The paper tore away quickly, revealing a framed photo of the two of you sitting on lounge chairs at Steve’s house, happiness visible on both of your faces.  When he looked at the picture it was painfully obvious; you were in love even then.  It was clear from the way you leaned into each other, your head resting right over his heart, exactly where it belonged. All you needed to make that love a reality was a Christmas miracle, but those only come around once a year. A lump rose in Eddie’s throat.  Maybe there was something to this holiday after all.  Something about love and caring and showing people how much they meant to you.  Maybe it wasn’t about the cost of gifts or the wrapping paper; the ornaments or the parties. Maybe Christmas wasn’t so bad.  Not if it brought you two together, once and for all. Shit.  Steve had been right.  Eddie was going to have to thank his friend for the motivational speech. When he saw your expectant look, Eddie cleared his throat, declaring, “I love it.  Thank you, so so much.” Extending his hand, you took it, letting him settle you in his lap, humming, “And I love you, so so much.” When Wayne came home, you were curled in Eddie’s lap, his arm holding you close.  Both of you were sleeping peacefully, the tv playing a repeat of the holiday parade.  He shook his head, happy in his heart. Merry Christmas, indeed. —------FIN—-----

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[iluvsumbucky]

Happy Belated Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day!!!!

I wanted to say

To All YOU FABULOUS WRITERS!!!!! I know I haven't been on here this year, reading & reblogging, my life has changed in the past 9 months & I'm still trying to deal with everything, but I wanted to thank each of you for sharing all of your fantastic fics. Y'all writers don't get enough thanks for the joy your words bring to us readers. Each & every one of you are amazing & I'm sending all of you much love & appreciation. I hope to be back soon, reader & reblogging so many awesome fics.

Sending this out to some of those amazing writers.......

@poetic-fiasco @syms-things-5 @bolontiku @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @wordynerdygurl @zep-writings @thorfics @a-rose-byanothername @princessofdarkwinter @saiyanprincessswanie @wiypt-writes @twittytelly @tilltheendwilliwrite @secretswiftymarvelfan @navybrat817 @universitypenguin @justreadingfics @jtargaryen18 @magellan-88 @talesmaniac89

@angstysebfan @avengerofyourheart @avengerscompound @beccaanne814 @beyondspaceandstar @buckysknifecollection @carryonmywaywardcaptain @clintbartonswife @crispychrissy @deanwanddamons @denisemarieangelina @fangirlovestuff @imaginedreamwrite @imagining-supernatural @iwillbeinmynest @jay-and-dean @jennmurawski13-writes @jewels2876 @joannaliceevans-fanficblog @jobean12-blog @lostinthoughtsandfeelings @luci-in-trenchcoats @marvelgirl7 @mostly-marvel-musings @roonyxx @sagechanoafterdark @sebbys-girl @shield-agent78 @shotsbyshae @shreddedparchment @softbiker @spectre-posts @supernatural-jackles @sunflowerxbarnes @sunriserose1023 @teamcap4bucky @the–sad–hatter @thatfangirl42 @theycallmebecca @thinkinghardhardlythinking @tuiccim @waiting4inspiration @waywardnerd67 @welldonebeca @whatareyousearchingfordean @whisperlullaby @winchester19-67 @wkemeup @world-of-aus @xbuchananbarnes @xxgoblin-dumplingxx

I know that I’m forgetting someone & I wish that I could list every single writer that is here, but this goes out to all of you! I hope you all had a spectacular day& have a wonderful week! Again thank you so much,

For all that you do!!!!!

#happy fanfic writers appreciation day #fanfic writers appreciation day 2023 #fanfic writers appreciation day #spread love and positivity #show writers love and appreciation

[lancsnerd]

Still plenty of time to write something for the challenge if you’re interested 🙂

It’s open to everyone and you can write about any character played by one of the lovely men above, as well as any other Marvel characters. The info for the challenge can be found here.

In the meantime, here are the fantastic smutty fics submitted already - enjoy, and show these amazing writers some love!

Cottontail - Captain Syverson by @sillyrabbit81

His - Henry Cavill by @bolontiku

My Girl - Captain Syverson by @darklydeliciousdesires

Let me give you a reason to stay in bed - Thor by @mostly-marvel-musings

Edging - Thor by @youflickedtooharddamnit

Adoration - Thor by @lancsnerd

Dom!Steve - Steve Rogers by @mostly-marvel-musings

Silk - Bucky by @xxgoblin-dumplingxx

Hush - Loki by @mostly-marvel-musings

Please… - Loki by @wordynerdygurl

Talk you through it - Chris Evans by @kaiparker-avengerssmut

Menace - Chris Evans by @munstysmind

Whipped up - Thor by @darklydeliciousdesires

Deep - August Walker by @anadelaney79

Destroy - Steve Rogers by @nekoannie-chan

(Once all the entries are posted I’ll produce a final organised masterpost that includes everyone’s writing masterlist 🙂)

#writing challenge #lancsnerdchallenge #lnsixsentence #thor smut #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #captain syverson smut #henry cavill smut #loki smut #chris evans smut

[crazyk-imagine]

Fic Recs

Top Gun + Top Gun: Maverick

Fics

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Head in the clouds // I get a kick out of you by @callsign-dragonbaron

Iceman Masterlist by @youlightmeupfinn

Risky business by @hotgirlmav

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Falling In and Out of Love by @youlightmeupfinn

Be my angel by @mitchellpete

Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

Gold Rush by @duchesstypewriter

Jake “Hangman” Seresin 

Good... Very Good by @enchanting-eloquence

Take me to bed by @siempre-bucky

Hangman Boyfriend x reader by @seasonsbloom

Pay your tab by @multifandomfanfic

Do not disturb by @callsign-valley

Icarus and the moon // Pt.2 by @reverierogers

The last word by @sunlightmurdock

Parling spots and Matcha Lattes // Filet mignons and parking spots by @withahappyrefrain

Who did this to you? by @justfandomwritings 

Hangover by @stillsaltyaboutmcr

Robert “Bob” Floyd 

Misquoute by @welcome-to-writers-haven

You look good in yellow by @cowboybeepboop

Top Gun Nine-Nine by @3tabbiesandalab

A friendly push by @skvatnavle

Stiff competition by @roosterforme

Under the burning sun by @skvatnavle

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw 

Pursuit by @sunlightmurdock

Remember You Even When I Don't by @beyondthesefourwalls

Blurbs

Plan G by @letsgotothefantasyworlds-blog

Hangster and reader by @callmefirefly

Icemav and Hangster by @ouizzyharringrove

Icemav by @writernothingness

Hangster by @fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur

Hangster by @fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur

Over text by @fxderchen

Writers

@hederasgarden

@callsign-dragonbaron

@jakeseresins

@callsign-phoenix

@callsignbob

@topgun-imagines

@imjess-themess

@augustinescruelsummer

@bradshaw-fanclub

Outer Range

Fics

Rhett Abbott

The Duality of Man by @3tabbiesandalab

Branded // Part 2 @3tabbiesandalab

Writers

@hederasgarden

@rhettabbotts

Stanger Things

Fics

Eddie Munson

June Baby // Part 2 by @luveline

Wrapped around your finger by @lilacletter

I was made for lovin’ you by @milkiane

The stars at lover’s lake by @stranger-nightmare

More pushin’ for the kushin’ by @innerstrawberryheart

Mystery Girl by @munsonslove

Single dad! Eddie drabbles by @luveline

Everybody’s talking up a storm (act like they don’t notice) by @iliaclwrites

Writers

@hellfireclubmember

@luveline

Steddie 

Mouse Trap by @wordynerdygurl

Blurbs

Reader and the older kids by @josephines-simps-fics

Dustin calling Steddie his dads by @thegoblinking06

Bridgerton 

Fics

Benedict Bridgerton

An artist’s touch by @mrsbbridgerton

I love you as one loves certain obscure things by @letterstotheflre

Happy birthday, Mr. Bridgerton by @fayes-fics

Sonnet #29 by @fayes-fics

As a kite by @saintlike78

Touch: the following autumn by @eleanor-bradstreet

Anthony Bridgerton

Are we friends? // More than friends by @fayes-fics

Exquisite beauty by @tontattletale

Five sense of love by @libraryofloveletters

Right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Writers

@butterflybuckethat

Marvel

Fics

James “Bucky” Barnes

Comfort by @crewhonk

What a peach by @angrythingstarlight

Super soldier by @kyloxox

Hawaii Five-0

Fics

Steven McGarrett 

And Then Some by @slutforsilverfoxes

Too Tired to Move by @hawaii5-0gurl

Writers

@slutforsilverfoxes

@hawaiifiveoh

Everybody Wants Some!!

Fics

Finnegan 

Count on it by @marvelandotherfandomimagines

What’s the consensus? by @callsign-cacti

Triple Frontier

Fics

William “Ironhead” Miller 

A nice night in the middle of July by @merakiaes

Other

Reptile by @lustinglilac

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Angel of Death 

Star Trek

Fics

Spock

The great, green room by @lucycola

Other

Spot the cat

Teen Wolf

Liam has a crush on Scott’s Girlfriend by @bonniebird

Puppy Sitting by @bonniebird 

Stiles sister by @bonniebird

I may have made her mad by @bonniebird

Huffing and puffing by @bonniebird

Teen Wolf master list by @fandomnsfw

Derek Hale by @twjournals

Writers 

@bonniebird

Other fics

Show me the stars by @vladviago

Find the lady by @bluebellhairpin

Well played by @beautifultypewriter

Soft boy by @omg-imatotalmess

Happy Birthday by @rocknrollmj

Softer by @dpimagines

Master list of master list by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

Ted Lasso

Fics

Jamie Tartt

Operation: Tarrt’s Heart by @theowritesstuff

Good Friend by @pandorasprongs

Say that again by @iwritefandomimagines

The Proposal by @creationcitystreet-em

Dress by @its-time-to-write

I’d be better armed if you agreed to take it. by @pandorasprongs

Through the lens by @katsu28

It’s just wanderlust by @its-time-to-write

Glitter on the floor by @its-time-to-write

One Piece (Live Action)

Vinsmoke Sanji

Distractions by @obscure-imagines

Dracule Mihawk

What you really want by @obscure-imagines

Misc

Friends with Benefits... or something else? by @violetrainbow412-blog

Best man I ever knew by @farfromharry

I’m not like them by @starsofmilos

What’s in front of us by @iguana-eyanna

Bet by @hotchsstuff

Persuasion by @aemonds-sapphire

Sebsxphia Master List

DPS post

Plus, a shameless shoutout for myself ;) @crazyk-imagine

#fic recs #top gun #top gun maverick #Top Gun: Maverick #Outer Range #teen wolf #stranger things #Triple Frontier #star trek #ted lasso #peacemaker #everybody wants some #Bridgerton #hawaii five 0 #marvel #one piece #ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION #crazyk-imagine

[profoundtyrantharmony]

Hi, I'm coming to you all again. I'm searching for some Social media fic with Thor and/or Loki in it (centered on them or not).

If you have some SMAU fic (with any avengers or avengers cast) or some Loki fic I'm interested (you can self promotion is accepted 😉)

I'll allow myself to tag some of you that I know write smau or about Loki. Thanks to those who will comment, like and reblog.

Love you all !! 😚🥰

@thattennisgirl @the--sad--hatter @shreddedparchment @wintersxsoul @wordynerdygurl @sserpente @aescapisms @andyl394 @a-vvenger @bubblebuckys @barnesjamcs @buckthegrump @buckybarnesthehotshot @ceeellewrites @sunmoonandbucky @supersoldierslover @instafic-for-readers @fic-finders @ellie-scribble @heli0s-writes @jstarswrites @honeypiehotchner @mariah-vg @mypassionsarenysins @morsmordre-writes @ofstarsandvibranium @evanstanwrites @starbxcks @bolontiku @beccaanne814 @clandestineloki @fanficshiddles @fan-fantasies @hopelessromanticspoonie @holylulusworld @hela-avenger @iamnotoriginalphil @ijustreallylovezebras @shiningloki @lokibug @just-the-hiddles @lokisprettygirl @little-moonbeam-666 @maiden-of-asgard @stanknotstark @surrounded-by-superheroes @starks-hero @startrekkingaroundasgard @the-emo-asgardian

#fluff #loki x reader #avengers x reader #thor x reader #avengers social media au #loki social media #smut #loki x reader smut #smau fic #multipart

[bootzee02]

Fanfic Writer’s Appreciation Day 08/21/2020

I’ll start this with a warning that I will likely post this to both my main blog @bootzee02 and my secondary blog @bootzee02-reads. There’s this pesky limit of 50 blogs and I follow WAY more than that. I love you all, even if I can’t mention you all at one time. To say 2020 has been something else is stating the obvious. I started the year with a reblog challenge. That’s the reason for the secondary blog. Sorry by the way that I don’t have a masterlist. Despite the best directions I could ever have been given, I just couldn’t make it work. Then the 2020 craziness happened. I set out this year to reblog and interact more. I have done that. I have read every day but there are a few days I didn’t reblog. Then there are days I reblogged 5+ fics. I have enjoyed the conversations. I understand better the warm, almost giddy feelings you get when someone comments. The responses back to my reblogs and asks make my day. The smile is never ending. I imagine it is so much more for you writers. Your writing got me through and gave me a sense of normalcy when my mother passed away in January. Your writing exposed me to different ideas and parts of myself I’ve yet to explore. Or maybe yet to admit in some cases. You’ve made me feel love, angst, surprise and those lovely amorous feelings. You’ve made me laugh and even shed a few tears. I’ve discovered so many new writers and continued to enjoy my favorites this year. My wish for you is to continue and enjoy your craft. Explore and expand your writings. I always root for you. For your writing successes as well as your personal successes. I know there are times people send mean and rude asks. Please know there are many more of us who value you and the time you spend giving us your writings and letting us into your lives. Sometimes you let us know you feel down and maybe need a break. We readers adore you and want what’s best for you. You give us so much without asking for much in return. I hope all of you have received lots of supportive messages today. Thank you for sharing your gifts. You deserve all the love today 💜

@bolontiku @canumoveurseatup-no @thegetawaywriter @thehumming6ird @nuggsmum @gaybybirth @steverogersnotebook @angryschnauzer @after-avenging-hours @thosekidswhohuntmonsters @winterisakiller @wxntersoldiers @babylevines @thiddlestoff @sunriserose1023 @spidey-babe-parker @maiden-of-asgard @tilltheendwilliwrite @ladybugsfanfics @bitsandbobsandstuff @revengingbarnes @cake-writes @sagechanoafterdark @shotsbyshae @hopelessromanticspoonie @gingerwritess @imaginedreamwrite @dirtychocolatechai @all1e23 @pinknerdpanda @thinkoutsidethebex @that-damn-girl @bellesque @jtargaryen18 @nano--raptor @lovlisumiwrites @ballyhoobarnes @bonkywobble @seasaurusrrex @seabassandbucky @softpeachbarnes @wolfpawn @imagine-loki @jobean12-blog @honeyloverogers @tinymalscoffee @wordynerdygurl @angstysebfan @confetti-its-an-imagine-blog @grufflepuff-writes-stuff

[wordynerdygurl]

A Little Tied Up

Author’s Note:  Had an idea, ran with it!  I’m participating in NaNoWriMo but couldn’t stop myself from getting this ditty out.  It is a little rough because of this but I hope you enjoy! Pairing:  Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader Summary:  Eddie’s got an idea, an awful idea.  A terrible, wonderful, awful idea... and you’re all too happy to play along! Warnings:  Restraints used in a committed relationship, SMUT, orgasm denial and SMUT.  

It hadn’t taken much convincing.  Eddie simply asks you, plainly, one morning while you’re sipping tea, reading through The Mists of Avalon and he’s noodling out a melody on his guitar, “You trust me, don’t cha?”

Marking your place by folding down the corner, you look up into the impossibly precious face of your devoted boyfriend, “Um, yea.  ‘Course I do, baby.  But-” gently sipping from your mug, you smile his way, “-What makes you ask?” His tongue pokes through those pretty pouty lips before Eddie’s wild grin breaks across his face, his eyebrows lifting under his curly bangs, “I have an idea.” Raising your own eyebrows questioningly, you offer an encouraging smile, “Oh yea?” Placing his guitar down gently, Eddie threads his fingers through yours, kissing over the bend in your knuckles as he tugs you closer.  The cut neck of your sweatshirt is draping dangerously low and he can’t help but nip his teeth into the roundness of your shoulder, his nose in the crease of your neck, “Yea.” Brushing your hair back he bites into his bottom lip, clearly contemplating how much of his vision to share.  Tipping your chin up, you nudge him, “You gonna tell me or should I try and guess?” “Well, the kids are coming over for my campaign and, and I kinda want you to stick around.” Scrunching your nose, you tilt your head, not quite understanding, “I had planned on that, babe.  I know I don’t play, but I wasn’t gonna just leave you here-” “No, what I mean is, I want you waiting for me.  Ya know?”  His expressive face is working hard to fill in the gaps but you’re still not on the same page. “Like, for sexy times?” Chuckling at your immature phrasing, Eddie looks away for a second, his profile outlined so prettily against the window’s light, “Yes.  For sexy times.  I just have this vision-” turning back, those chocolate eyes darkening dreamily, “-of you, wet and writhing, just aching for me to come and ravish you.” You can’t lie.  The words he’s saying spark something primal deep in your guts.  Something that is slippery and slick, making your belly tighten as you nod subtly, already a little dazed at the suggestion, “Uh huh.” “But no one can know you’re there, pretty baby.  You’d have to be real quiet.  Maybe even, ya know-” you watch his Adam’s Apple bob as he gulps thickly, “-tied up.  ‘Cause I can’t have you running around, not when you’re supposed to be mine.  Ya know?” Hoarse and breathy, you hardly recognize your own voice when you answer, “And I would probably be naked, too, right?” “Oh, absolutely.”  It’s a rapid response, Eddie’s hair bouncing in time with his agreeing nod. Inhaling, you lean back, just outside of the intoxicating circle of Eddie’s nearness.  Your fingers find your mug again, wrapping around the seeping warmth there, “Let me think about it, ok?” Brushing his nose against yours, Eddie pushes a small kiss to the corner of your lips, “Of course, princess.  Whatever you want to do, you know I got you.”  And as he reaches for the neck of his instrument you move to stand, resting a hand on his arm, “Ok, yea.  Let’s go.” Tearing down the narrow hallway towards his bedroom, you giggle, knowing he’s going to catch up to you.  There’s laughter in his voice when he bellows, “Oh, darlin’ are you in trouble!” Shucking your clothes was fun, easy even.  Eddie really loves loving on you, his calloused fingers find your curves enticing, his lips marking you as his.  Distracting you with his talented tongue, his kiss stealing your breath as his hands coast along the expanse of your ribs, he hums, “Hmm, I think you like being at my mercy.  Do you?  Huh, pretty lady?” Hell yes, you do.  Settling underneath his body, your nude hips rudely spread below his denim clad ones, the friction on your skin is overwhelming.  Mewling weakly, you lift your pelvis, angling for more, “Yes, Ed, I do.  I fucking love it.”

Sitting back on his heels, Eddie makes a big show of unhooking his cuffs from the bedpost, ensuring that you can see every move he makes.  Cocking his head to the side, it’s his non-verbal way of giving you one last chance to decline and you buck your hips below him, “Go on.” “I fucking love you.”  He says it in a disbelieving way, as if Eddie doesn’t truly understand that you’re his, willingly and wantonly his. “Sames, babe.  I fucking love you.”  With your declaration the soft snick of the cuffs locking your wrists to the headboard fills your head and you bite your bottom lip as you snuggle into the pillows at your back.  Eddie, overeager, takes advantage by cupping your mound.  Tutting out his mock disapproval, he teases, “Uh, baby, you’re so wet I could probably slide inside you with no problem.” “Eddie!  Please?”  You sound so desperate already, so needy, that your pleas are high pitched and whiny.  Also, you want him to do it.  Take you right here and now with no way to stop his hedonistic conquest of your bound body. A finger teases at your damp core while Eddie keeps his steady eyes on yours, “Begging me already huh?  Well, we can’t have that.  Not when people are here ‘cause then they’ll know what a dirty little slut I’ve turned you into.” And words that should fill you with shame instead set you aflame.  You shift on the sheets, stretching your fingers as if you could possibly reach the luxurious curls that tickle along your tummy, a sigh of frustration ringing through you at the limited reach your bonds provide.  Eddie licks his lips from between your knees, looking up at your body with fresh hunger on his face, “Gotta relax, honey.  It’s gonna be a long campaign.” He slips one finger between your parting petals and your sob childishly, “How- how long?  Exactly?” Rumbling low, an evil chuckle breaks through your lover, “Two-” a second finger widens the stretch of your canal making you throw back your head, with an animalistic groan, “-Maybe, three hours?  Four tops.” Eddie works his middle and ring fingers deeper.  It feels so delightful that you need a few extra seconds to process what he’s telling you but when you do, sputtering you moan, “Hours?  Eddie, I- I don’t know if I can-” “You can and you will.”  His voice is firm, almost as hard as his dick which is straining against the brass teeth of his zipper, “‘Cause if you don’t, well, I won’t let you cum tonight.” And that was a threat with teeth.  But you did have a card to play, so, flashing Eddie your biggest, roundest puppy eyes, you soften your tone to it’s syrupy sweetest, “But Eddie, babydoll, honey, sweetie pie.  You’re gonna be gone so long and I just- I just need you now.  Can I, pretty please, just-” A slap, more sound than sting, cracks along your inner thigh.  When you push like this, Eddie gets bossy.  Tough.  The right kind of mean, and he’s in that zone right at the moment.  “No, you can’t cum.  You can’t just do whatever you want whenever you want.”  Stalling their pace, his clever fingers curl into your velvet walls but hold still, making you gasp as he adds, “You’re gonna stay here, without cumming, until I get back and you’re gonna be grateful.  Because you-” lowering his face to yours, “-little miss, said you would.  And I’m holding you to your word.” Disappointed that your little plan to wiggle free has backfired, you begrudgingly comply through clenched teeth, “Fine.  I- I can do it.  I can- I will wait for you.” With that phrase falling from your bitten lips, Eddie’s hand starts moving again, his fingers scissoring you open as new arousal arrives in earnest.  Quivering, your internal muscles start fluttering, eager to hold Eddie’s hand deep enough inside of you to ensure an orgasm of epic proportions.  Your legs tense, ready for your pleasure to over take you, ready to fall over the cliff of your climax when Eddie pulls away from you, “Uh uh.  Not yet, pretty girl.” You squeal wretched and wrecked, “Eddie!  You can’t!  Please!  Please?  Please.  Don’t leave me like this.”  You bang the cuffs against the metal frame, your frustration coming to a head but he just tosses his curls, smiling so deep his dimples deepen, “Honey, I wasn’t planning on it!” Huffing, you smile his way, relief flooding your features, “I knew you wouldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Standing beside the bed, Eddie drags his bandanna from his back pocket, bending to kiss you deeply, his tongue licking into you wickedly.  When he breaks from your lips, trailing pecks along the line of your jaw, you get lost in the sensations of his rough touch on your cheeks, so you don’t realize what he’s doing until it’s too late.  Stuffing the folded fabric between your parted lips, Eddie proudly grins, “I’m gonna leave you like this:  bound and gagged, your needy pussy begging for me.” Muffling your moaning, angry response, the gag does its job well.  Satisfied with his work, Eddie rummages through his closet for a second before triumphantly looping a busted brown leather belt around one ankle, fastening it to the foot board.  When he does something similar to the right side, you realize that you’re painfully on display, dripping and exposed to anyone who might stumble into Eddie’s room.  Entirely unable to cover yourself or move at all. “God damn, you’re a fucking sight, sweetheart.  Thanks for, ya know, doing this for me.”  Warm, his palm skates over your taunt calf, the goosebumps that rise making you shiver, “Now, sit pretty for me.  I’ll be back soon.” Those parting words hang in the air as he gently shuts the bedroom door, leaving you in silence.  You strain to hear Eddie’s plodding steps through the trailer, the sounds of him setting up his Dungeons and Dragons event soon overtaken by his stereo kicking to life.  Any chance of you being heard will be lost to the thrumming electric guitar riffs that screech from his speakers. Maybe you could sleep?  Willing calm into your awkwardly stretched limbs, you inhale a steadying breath, shutting your eyes.  Sinking into the playful, fantasy fueled side of your mind, you imagine what you must look like through Eddie’s eyes.  You think about his hands, strong and clever, which had come so close to bringing you to ecstasy.

The doorbell trills, pulling you from your sexy thoughts.  You make out the tones of Eddie’s Hellfire Club members trudging inside, joking and jeering as they make themselves comfortable.  The music gets turned down, Eddie’s voice raising above the din, “Lemme grab the stuff from my room.  Hang here, k?” His steps come closer and you almost vibrate at his return, the doorknob turning before Eddie shoves open the door, too wide in your opinion, shouting down the hall, “Guys!  Give me a minute!  And don’t eat all the Pringles, Gareth!” That he was holding the door open the entire time is enough for your panic at the threat of being exposed to the gang, but that’s why he was doing it, wasn’t it?  Dropping his voice to that husky grumble which melted your resolve, Eddie grabs at your breast, squeezing, “You are doing so good, baby.  Such a good girl, huh?  Nobody knows you’re here, barely holding on, but me.” You hate yourself for doing it, but you press your chest into his hand, seeking more of his touch.  You try to answer, speak your mind, but the gag has silenced your speech.  Eddie toys with the soaked material, “I know, kitten.  I know.  Lemme get back to the boys-” but he pauses at the foot of the bed, staring at your juicy core, tugging at the leather strap holding you still, “-unless of course, you want them to know what you’re doing in here- you don’t, do you?”  His fingers smack against the meat of your hip drawing a muffled moan from your full mouth, Eddie’s nails scraping nearer to the place where you want him the most, “I mean, you don’t want me to show Gareth and Jeff that I have all this when they have to go home and jack it like creeps, right?” Wild eyes widening, you jerk your head back and forth, desperate to convince him not to follow through on his line of thought but you go dumb when his thumb presses firmly against your clit.  That stomach tightening feeling returns quickly as Eddie rubs in counter-clockwise circles, savoring the way your legs shimmy from denying the overwhelming need to snap shut under his rough attention.  Huffing around the bandanna you beg with your tear filled eyes for the release you’ve already been refused once, the heat from unspent erotic energy visible in patches on your skin but you whimper brokenly when Eddie withdraws, sucking his thumb between his lips, “Soon, sweetheart.  I promise.” How long ago was that?  Second? Minutes?  Hours?  Time as you normally understand it has ceased to exist in the expanse of time since Eddie shut his cool steel cuffs around your wrists.

Throughout the afternoon you could hear the guys cheer and roar, encouraging each other or arguing their next move, their shouts lively and excited echoing from the living room.  Eddie’s voice, theatrical as always, booms out story lines.  Dustin burps loudly and you hear more footsteps, ones that are not Eddie’s, move your direction.  A moment of panic grips you before blessed relief floods through you as you recognize the familiar sound of bathroom door slamming shut.

A sheen of sweat dampens your skin at the thought that one of the Hellfire boys will find you on display like this.  Entirely exposed without a way to shield yourself from anyone who might stumble into Eddie’s room, you have to admit, you could not remember ever being so turned on in your life.  Damn him and his erotic flights of fancy! You study Eddie’s ceiling, fascinated by the water stain that looks like a singing face when you tilt your head sideways.  And you’re never going to look at his Iron Maiden poster in the same way again.  How could you when you’ve been staring at it unceasingly for hours now? The noises you’re hearing shift.  There’s rattling cans and the sound of a trash bag being shaken open.  When the front door opens, you can hear muffled good nights and your eyes shut, grateful that you’ve made it through your own sadistic campaign. Eddie bounds down the hall practically knocking the door off its hinges, “Hi honey!  I’m home!  Did you miss me?” You make a growling sound behind your gag, the fabric completely sodden now, and making your jaw ache.  It’s the first thing Eddie removes, “Oh, poor baby!” “Eddie, baby, please?”  Sounding weak, you want him to take pity on you.  You want him to let you go so that you can touch him.  You want to make him weak from wanting just like he’s done to you. “I know, sugar.  But you look so perfect.  Let me make you cum, pretty girl.  Let me get you off like you’ve been thinking about for hours.” Your skin is cool under the heat of his hands and you arc into the warmth that radiates off of Eddie.  Leaning over you, Eddie drops his full lips to your breast, first suckling at the left nipple before repeating his attention on the right side.  You’re stuck accepting all of his teasing, your body dripping as your pussy begs hotly for Eddie. This is where the inability to touch him is cruelest.  You want nothing more than to bury your hands in his hair and direct the focus of his thick tongue to your begging center.  Instead you can only writhe pitifully,  “Oh god, feels so good, Eddie but more- I, I need more!” He releases each of your ankles but doesn’t give you the chance to close your legs.  Using his wide thighs, Eddie holds you open, mesmerized by the mess between your thighs, “You’re so ripe, sweetheart.  So fucking juicy.  Let me have a taste, yea?” Catching under your knees, Eddie bends you half, your cleft splitting open for him.  Sucking hotly down the dimpled skin of your inner thighs, he pauses to bite into the pliant flesh there, marking you with the purple stains of his passion.  A small, sweet kiss pushes against the straining bud of your clit and then Eddie’s tongue is swirling around your pleasure center in tight rings. Jerking against your restraints, you sputter, “Ed- Eddie!  Fuck!” But he doesn’t relent.  Licking deeply now, it feels like he’s on a mission to drink you dry, his tongue dipping inside of you, fucking shallowly into your tight tunnel.  It’s not deep enough, not firm enough to bring you to climax, but it feels amazing just the same. Shifting your legs over his shoulders, Eddie’s hair tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, he slurps rudely at the lips of your labia before licking up to your clit once more.  His lips attach there, sucking on you the way you would service the head of his cock, and grind your hips up as much as you can, desperate for release, “Don’t stop, please, please, don’t.  I need you.  Please!” Two fingers fill you expertly, the tips scraping against the front wall of your cunt, and your muscles lock up hard and fast.  Thrashing, you toss your head, shifting your hips as if you could break the suction of Eddie’s lips.  But he holds on and you fall to pieces, screeching out the name of the devil who torments you in the most delicious manner, “Eddie!  Fucking Eddie!” The cuffs come off along with all of Eddie’s gear.  With no preamble, no introduction, Eddie fucks into you with everything he has, savage and sweaty.  His hands gouge your ass, palm prints that will stay with you for days, and you- you grab his long locks, jerking his mouth to yours hungrily. “Come on, Eddie.  Give it to me.  I’ve wanted you all day.” Hammering hard, his hips pummel yours without pretending to be gentle.  All you can hear is Eddie’s ragged breathing and the squelch of your slit around him.  You feel it- the telltale sign of another orgasm growing in the wet warmth of your belly and you sob, “Eddie-” “I know honey, I can feel you squeezing me.  You’re gonna make me cum, baby.  ‘Cause you take me, fuck, you take me so well.  Like you were made for me.  Shit!  Shit!” And you feel the arrival of his release, triggering your own.  Clinging to Eddie, your nails clawing into his shoulders, you ride out the aftershocks of your ecstasy as he shudders above you.  Kisses, sweet and soft, land on your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose. When he lays his lips over yours, you part them, gladly, and let your tongues twirl around each other.  Pushing up on his toned arms, Eddie looks down at you with that sly smirk on his face, “Hi.” “Hi, yourself.”  You counter, brushing long curls from his neck, your fingers trailing along his cheek His forehead rests against yours as he inhales a steadying breath, “So, what did you think?  Was my idea a good one?” Giggling, you shake your head, “It was good enough for me, Eddie.  How about you?” Rolling off of you, Eddie lands on his side, pulling you into his arms, “I think I should tie you up more often.” That makes you laugh out loud.  You kiss him again before standing up on wobbling legs.  He moves to help but you wave him off, “I’m ok.  Need the bathroom and some water.” As you start to leave the room, you turn back to Eddie with his hands laced behind his head, elbows spread over the pillow as he looks at the ceiling, “Eddie?” “Yea, babe?” “You trust me, don’t you?” And you watch as his eyebrows arch into his sticky bangs, “‘Course I do, but, what makes you ask?” “Because next time, you get cuffed to the bed.” —FIN—

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[iluvsumbucky]

HAPPY FANFIC WRITERS APPRECIATION DAY!!!!!

So I wanted to say

To all of you amazing writers that share your wonderful work here! I want you to know how thankful I am that I’ve been able to read so many terrific stories. Getting to read them have brought me so much joy & happiness, they truly have made me smile & lightened my days & heart & I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. I’m sending so much love to all of you!! YOU ALL ARE FABULOUS!! REALLY THANK YOU ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!!!!

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[just-the-hiddles]

Weekend Reading | April 10, 2020

Hello my morning glories!  Another weekend reading. I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy.  I am continuing to adjust to working from home but this week was far better for my mental health.  Continuing to trudge through, but anyways onto the fics!!

The Predatory Professor by @sserpente​ Loki x Reader-  A bit of roleplay as professor Loki.  So fucking hot.  This one was scorching.  I love the kinks.  Delish.  

Lover’s Spit by @evanstarff​ Steve Rogers x Reader- Short but hot.  You can’t tell me that you don't’ love a rough and smutty Steve (if that is your ship.) This one did not disappoint. 

Best Laid Plans  by @wordynerdygurl​  Loki x Reader-  another smutty one shot (sorry not sorry!)  This one starts off cute and progresses to smut.  I totally get the reader want to plan the perfect night to seduce Loki.  Yes girl, get it!

The Inn  by @official-and-unstable-satan​   Original fiction-  This was amazing!  The male is supposed to look like Tom.  I loved reading this.  A self-contained story but I had so many questions by the end.  A delight!

Strand of Pearls by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ Loki x Reader-  Another delicious Loki smutty one shot (social distancing is doing things to me.)  This was short but wow did it pack a punch.  I am here for a bratty reader.  

Untitled Tom Hiddleston Imagine by @thomaswilliamhiddleston81​   Tom Hiddleston x Reader-  Oooo, you guys, I am here for a possessive Tom.  And the Joseph guy.  Total douchecanoe.  Plus there is tennis!  Win-win!!  

Until next week!  

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[lancsnerd]

Unbelievably, over a thousand lovely people have decided to follow this blog and I am grateful to each and every one of you. When I started writing in 2018 I really didn’t think anyone would be interested in reading my self-indulgent fluff but the amount of support and positivity I’ve received has been amazing.

Anyway I’ve never celebrated a milestone before, so I thought I’d host my first writing challenge (not imaginative, I know, but I do love a Challenge 😁)

In addition to my usual obsession with Marvel, I’ve been watching and playing plenty of The Witcher recently so I’d love to read your stories about either of them. The prompts are all quotes taken from my favourite TV shows (bonus points if you can tell which is which!) and I will add more as I think of them.

If you want to join in, just pick one of the prompts below and send me an ask, letting me know which prompt and character you will be writing. Only two people per prompt (apologies, tumblr won’t let me cross them out for some reason).

When you post, tag me and use the tag #Lancsnerd1kchallenge in the first 5 tags. If I haven’t reblogged within 48 hours, I’ve probably missed the tag so send me a link to your post or message me. I’ll reblog and comment on all fics, and compile a master list with all entries after the end date.

Rules

You don’t have to be following me, but a reblog of this post would be appreciated

Due date: 1st August 2020

Any characters from Marvel or The Witcher (or both!)

Reader insert or OFC, your choice

Angst, fluff, smut, comedy - you can write whatever you fancy except incest/underage smut. Personally not a big fan of the word ‘daddy’ or non-con fics but if it floats your boat then feel free to write it, just use warnings accordingly

Please add warnings. If there are any triggers that are not in the warnings, I’ll ask you to amend them before I reblog or include your fic in the master list

If your fic is more than 500 words long please add a ‘read more’

If your fic will be part of a series, please make it the first chapter

Any other questions just ask, I’m very easy-going 😁

Prompts

1. “I’ve heard it both ways.” Tonottojobby

2. “It’s a blessing. And a curse.” Nekoannie-chan

3. “Be careful! There’s a lot of gravity out there.”

4. “I’m too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my skirt. Too sexy for the other things.”

5. “I’m just saying, if you were in an accident, I wouldn’t stop for a beer.” “If you were in an accident, I wouldn’t stop for red lights.”

6. “Bring me the finest muffins and bagels in the land.” Shakespeareanqueer

7. “There is literally no one in the world that I don’t hate right now.” Thorchrisworth

8. “We’re so far off the grid I think we may be back on the grid.” Howfarethestars

9. “Okay, you guys are actually devolving.”

10. “Lie to me.” Emo-potato-virgil Deepdisireslonging

11. “What are you doing here? Five words or less.” “Out ... for ... a ... walk ... bitch.” Imagine-all-the-imagines

12. “Without passion, we’d truly be dead.”

13. “Power. I have it, they don’t.” Fvckingavengers

14. “Can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now?” Peachyteabuck

15. “You’re not special. You’re extraordinary.” Etherealwaifgoddess Lovesdarkness

16. “I’m the thing that monsters have nightmares about.”

17. “You really love me?” “With all of my heart.” Fk12b

18. “Put on the banana hammock and stop whining.” Thorfanficwriter 

19. “We’re still working out the kinks.” Past-perfect-future-tense

20. “I don’t want to do things. I want to not do things.”   Sidehowriting  Blueberrythor

21. “Yes sir, Captain Tightpants.” Lovesdarkness

22. “I aim to misbehave.” Leahxx129

23. “I’ll be in my bunk.”

24. “I was an assignment, and then you fell in love with me.” Sherrybaby14

25. “You're no longer a perfect 10.” Bolontiku

26. “He’s the guy.” Wordynerdygurl

27. “Unless I’m wrong which, you know, I’m not.” Saviorsong

#lancsnerd1kchallenge #marvel writing challenge #witcher writing challenge #marvel fanfiction #witcher fanfiction #marvel imagine #witcher imagine #marvel fluff #marvel smut #witcher smut #witcher fluff

[crazywitchenby2]

This is the Love SLAP Raid Chain, send this to all of your favorite blogs that you think deserve to hear these encouraging words. In return we ask that those blogs send it to their favorite blogs as well. It's December, everybody deserves to hear a few words of encouragement no matter if you're a small or big account. So let's all fill your dash with positivity these last few weeks of 2020. You are amazing. You matter. You are loved. You deserve to have an amazing month 💚

Ohmygod thAnk yOuuU 🥺🥺🥺🥺

@myraiswack (right back at ya!) @is-it-madness @lehuka123 @lokistan @imnotrevealingmyname @megthemewlingquim @im-gay-and-panicking @not-today-thx @youreverydayinsanewriters @shiningloki @bellesque @clandestineloki @fadingfics @wordynerdygurl @just-the-hiddles @frostedgiant @delightfulheartdream @crystalkitty33 @worstloki

And so many more!!! Love all of y’alls blogs!!

[xuxibelle]

Let’s do this.... I’m off today! Send me some names. Haven’t done this in a while! MAKE ME CHOOSE

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

Tagging a few. Don’t feel obligated, feel free to ignore lol.

@buckybalboa @definitely-not-black-cat @justasmisunderstoodasloki @pleasantlyshamelesswizard @bearsbeetsbarnes @devildisguiseasangel @sunshine112 @justkeepdreaminganddreaming @avenirectioner @writinglionqueen @retro-rezz-the-est @wheres-mccall @parker-holland-osterfield @nerdraging4point0 @genny1d @writing-reigns @honestsycrets @thejemersoninferno @funnygirlthatgab @geekandbooknerd @littledarlinhavefaithinme @youbloodymadgenius @laketaj24 @skymoonandstardust @omnomsauruswrites @that1cogirl @cal-puddies @wordynerdygurl @

#jess talks #jesstalks #operationSaveJess

[is-it-madness]

what loki authors do you read on tumblr and ao3? :)

There’s a lot, so please excuse the long list. I JUST COULDNT LEAVE ANYONE OUT!! THEYRE ALL INCREDIBLE!!

@just-the-hiddles @hopelessromanticspoonie @revengingbarnes @maiden-of-asgard @wordynerdygurl @letsgetoutalive @caffiend-queen @hela-avenger @shiningloki @myoxisbroken @grufflepuff-writes-stuff @lokimostly @imnotrevealingmyname There’s a few more that I cant think of at the moment, but they need to be on my list. My brain is just refusing to cooperate at the moment 😑😂

#thea answers #WHY CANT I THINK OF THE OTHERS?!?

[sidehowriting]

July Reblogs

Second half of the year and still going strong! Hard to believe! July reblog time for @beccaanne814‘s reblog challenge. 

1st: Angel Cake (Billy x OFC Evie Fenny) by @alias-b

2nd: Heal (Thor x reader) by @oblivious-writer

3rd: Showgirl (Steve x reader) by @bucky-smiles

4th: What We’ve Got (dark!Steve x reader) by @mariessecretfantasies

5th: Bruises Part 1(Danny x reader) by @fandom-what-ifs

6th: Bruises Part 2 (Danny x reader) by @fandom-what-ifs

7th: Baby Brothers (Dean x sister!reader) by @luci-in-trenchcoats

8th: Gentle (Loki x reader) by @just-the-hiddles

9th: The Accidental Wife (Dean x reader) by @letsby 

10th: Naptime Part 1 (Thor x reader) by @saviorsong​

11th: Naptime Part 2 (Thor x reader) by @saviorsong​

12th: Promises Made in Ruins (Thor x reader) by @singtotheskiies​

13th: Un-eff-able (Bucky x reader) by @thorfanficwriter​

14th: That Time Again (Jack x reader) by @holylulusworld​

15th: A Bad Liar (Jack x reader) by @waywardmoeyy​

16th: Strip Poker (Loki x reader) by @fanficshiddles​

17th: Restless (Sam x reader) by @fvckingavengers

18th: Costumes & Kittens (Loki x reader) by @wordynerdygurl​

19th: Loki Imagine (Loki x reader) by @sserpente​

20th: Dozing on the Deity (Thor x reader) by @thegreatficmaster​

21st: Wake Up (Thor x reader) by @howlingbarnes​

22nd: Dial Tone Part 1 (Thor x reader) by @fictivefrolic​

23rd: Once Upon a December (Dean x reader) by @idreamofplaid​

24th: Good in Every Bad (Billy x reader) by @haileygarciasunshine​

25th: I Love You (Billy x reader) by @velvetl1ght​

26th: Pizza Girl (Loki x reader) by @loki-oneshots​

27th: Perfect Fit (Loki x reader) by @lokidrabbles​

28th: Our House (Thor x plussize!reader) by @pointbreak-odinson​

29th: Kinktober 26: Seduction (Thor x OFC) by @lokikingofasgardslover713​

30th: Rumbles of Thunder (Thor x reader) by @autumninavonlea​

31st: Loki’s Secret (Loki x plussize!reader) by @plus-size-reader​

#Becca’s Reblog Challenge #billy x reader #jack x reader #thor x reader

[wordynerdygurl]

Fair is Fair

Author’s Note:  Hello everyone!  Welp, if you’re like me, you’ve been reading Stranger Things fics like it’s your job... and while I’ve already contributed a couple of stories to this phenomena, what’s one more? Pairing:  Eddie Munson x Full Figured Female Reader Summary:  After a race goes wrong, Eddie comes home and takes it out on you... It’s only fair!

Warnings:  Older (slightly) Mean Eddie, so divergent from show canon.  SMUT, over stimulation, masturbation, and sexy times! ENJOY! --------------------------------------------------------------

“So?”

“So, what?”  It’s that tart reply from your sweet mouth which has Eddie sighing, standing back from the open hood of his ‘71 Oldsmobile convertible, wiping his oily fingers on a rag as he looks your way, “So- are you coming or what?” Ignoring him pointedly, you focus on the glossy magazine pages in front of you, playing with the white stick of your cherry Tootsie pop, canvas sneakers kicking against Eddie’s metal tool box.  You are supposed to be helping him, at least that was the plan, but anytime he asked you for a wrench or to hold the flashlight, you’d peer at him from behind your sunglasses, innocently lying, “I don’t know what that is, baby.  You do it so much better than me.  You know I’m not mechanically inclined.”

And he let you get away with it because, well, you are his girl.  His and his alone.  Sitting pretty in a simple sundress, so clean and neat next to him as he works up a sweat tinkering with the engine, changing the oil, replacing spark plugs.  He watches from the corner of his eye as you lean back in your crappy lawn chair, pushing your chest forward in a way that makes Eddie’s mouth water, wanting desperately to taste your candy coated mouth.  It was all he could do to keep his oil slicked hands to himself. “Babe, please?”  There’s a needy quality to Eddie’s voice, almost pouting, as he begs you to put him out of his misery.  He’s jittery, unable to keep still and all around you the air is charged with his unspent energy.  The hours before a race are always filled with anxious nerves, tonight is no exception.    The radio is on; Top 40 shit, the stuff you like to dance to just to mess with Eddie’s head, merges with the sounds of the trailer park.  A barking dog, a far off argument, honking horns and the nearby highway’s traffic.  None of it was loud enough to drown out his sexually frustrated sigh aimed in your direction as he kicks his tool box shut with the toe of his boot. It’s the perfect time to let your inner brat out to play, when Eddie’s already running hot, and you just can not resist.  Tilting your head, squinting under the dark lenses you’re wearing, “Is Jason gonna be there?  He’s got the prettiest red ca-” An Eddie shaped shadow falls over you, blocking the sunlight and forcing you to cut your sentence short.  Looking up at him with wide surprise in your eyes, blinking naively as he lowers to a crouch, Eddue chides you sincerely, “Don’t.  Can’t tease me, baby.  I need to know if you’re gonna be there, cheering me on.” The tip of his right index finger traces over your forearm.  It’s his cleanest by far and damn, does he want to touch you.  Stain your dress, your skin, the panties that he knows are rubbing places that he wants to feel.  Eddie longs to remind you that you’re his lady and that means something, especially on an important night like this one. You know what he wants to hear, what he needs to hear you say, but you’re feeling brazen, bold even.  So, you double down, denying him.  Licking the tip of your finger, your tongue glistening red as you turn back to your Cosmo, flipping the page and flippantly pouting, “Babe- I don’t even like cars.” His arms flex and you pretend not to notice.  It’s just that the sleeves of his well worn coveralls have long since been cut away, and you would be lying if you didn’t shiver at the sight.  There’s a raw physicality to all of Eddie’s movements. A gracefulness that draws your attention and your body responds with the sharp tightening of your belly, your insides having gone gooey. It’s always fun to tease him, strut around in your cute outfits and make smart comments just to get him riled up.  What Eddie didn’t know was that it takes all your mental strength not to throw yourself at him, quivering and needy in his arms.  See, you’ve been watching him too, your sunglasses a decent disguise, as he bends over the yawning mouth of his car.  Tendons flexing and releasing with every crank of his socket wrench make your mind wander.  Sweat, rolling lazily down his neck, looks like water to quench a thirsty throat and you swallow hard at the unbidden image of licking away all of the moisture dotting Eddie’s brow. Dropping his head, Eddie exhales aggravation as his low, curling ponytail falls forward.  The urge to tug at his silky strands is a tough one to resist but you shift your lollipop from one cheek to the other, pretending like your grease monkey of a boyfriend isn’t giving you pleading eyes in the hopes that you’ll relent and agree to come with him.  Pulling a bandana out of his back pocket, Eddie wipes at his forehead, still eyeing you with a tight smile, “But uh, you like me, don’t ya?” Popping loudly you suck on your cherry pop, peering up at him over the rim of your shades, a satisfied smirk on your pretty lips as you reluctantly agree, “Yea.” “Then tell me you’ll be there!” he groans dramatically, his large hand laying on your warm thigh, careful not to smudge thick grease over your soft skin.  “I want- no… I need you to see me when I win that race, baby.”  He’s nudging at your arm, doing everything but begging for you to agree to come. You pose purposefully, pretending to think it over.  Biting into your bottom lip, gaze never leaving him as you playact at considering whether or not to go to the races tonight when really you’re just taunting him.  It’s a ruse, a facade, because of course you’re going to be there to witness his victory.  You loved the guy after all.  But you hold out a beat longer watching him squirm.  Just when Eddie’s sure you’re going to bail on him, on the race, you nod definitively, “Fine.  Fine!  I’ll come.” Shooting straight to standing, Eddie grabs your hands tugging you along with him.  He’s squeezing you tight to his chest as he spins you around, your feet kicking out at the uncomfortable feeling of being held this way, but when Eddie’s so happy, how could you deny him? “Yes!  Fuckin’ A, sweetheart!  It’s gonna be a great night!” Squealing with delight, you tap at his grimy shoulders, needing to feel the ground at your feet, “Eddie!  You’re disgusting, babe!”  Tapping a light kiss to your nose, he nods, making sure to rub his glistening skin against yours on your way down, “But you love it.  You know you do!” Giggling now, he lowers you to the ground but keeps you in his arms, enjoying having you close.  Who could blame him for pressing his lips to yours, that artificial cherry flavor filling his mouth as the kiss turns hungry, his hands grabbing at your bottom.  The erection he was trying hard to hide could be felt against your hip, forcing Eddie to ask, “Wanna help me, uh, relax?” Any other time you would, no question.  But being a brat wasn’t something that you could switch off so easily.  Punching against his shoulder, you shake your head, “Eddie!  I can’t.” Pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, Eddie sways with you, “Oh, you gotta something better to do, angel?” “As a matter of fact, I do.”  And stepping out of his embrace, you turn to grab your lawn chair and magazine, headed for home without looking back.  His smile falls at your abrupt departure, confusion filling Eddie’s shout at your retreating form, “Babe?  Where ya going?  You uh, you can’t leave me like this!” Over your shoulder you grin at his worried expression, “Gotta go get ready.  Can’t be your trophy and not look like one, right?” “Fuck.  That’s not fair.”  It’s a needy whisper, but you hear it just the same. — The drive home was quiet.  Painfully so.  Eddie was pressing a wad of napkins to his face, still keeping pressure on his bleeding head, eyes closed.  It wasn’t too long before the familiar gravel road of the trailer park could be heard under the tires as you turned into the grassy patch next to his van.  He let you help him out, stretching his legs as he bent backwards, a pain filled grimace sitting on his face.  Trailing behind him, the screen door bouncing shut, you watch Eddie go straight for the fridge and a cold beer.  The blood soaked rags tossed into the stainless steel sink without ceremony.  Silently you tiptoe to the bathroom in search of first aid. Wayne had raised Eddie, for sure, but boys will be boys and you knew there was bound to be some bandages and gauze somewhere.  Digging beneath the sink you finally hit pay dirt, pulling a small white plastic box free, the latch sticking as you struggle to open it.  When it finally pops you exhale happily at the sight of an ice pack, a box of band aids, and tiny tubes of ointment laying inside as if they had been waiting for this exact moment to be useful. Sighing, you push yourself up from the bathroom floor, “What a night.”It had not gone according to plan, that was certain.  Tonight’s race had been a grudge match between Jason Carver and Eddie, and a bloody one at that.  From the way both cars looked when it was all over you were amazed that no one had gotten seriously hurt. But it also meant that Eddie hadn’t won, not outright anyway, and his mood was as sour as you had ever seen.  It had taken four guys to keep him off of Jason, the blond unwilling to shut his damn mouth, jeering Eddie as they both climbed out of the wreckage of once beautiful rides.  No, it had been a truly terrible night and despite the crush of weariness climbing through your bones, you couldn’t put off facing Eddie any longer.  While you had been scavenging for supplies, Eddie had flopped into a kitchen chair, his shirt lost somewhere in the transition.  You can see new bruises ready to pop, purple and livid under his tattooed skin but somehow that adds to his appeal.  Maybe your mind shouldn’t wander this way, but he is so pretty, broken and bleeding in the underlit trailer that you have to remind yourself not to crawl into his lap and kiss him silly.  He’s brooding, you can tell from the angry energy of loss and disappointment swirling around him like the smoke from his cigarette.  Sullen tension fills his tight shoulders making you think he’s hurting worse than he’s willing to admit.  Swallowing thickly, emotional after such a strange night, you want nothing more than to love away all his hurts and make him whole again.  Eddie sees you in the shadows, moving quietly and he can tell that you're staring but doesn’t say anything.  Still nursing at his beer bottle, Eddie keeps his eyes on you as you flitter around the kitchenette, filling a small bowl with cool water, wrapping some ice into a mostly clean towel, trying for stealth and almost succeeding.  Finally, you slide the first aid kit onto the table in front of him, plucking out what you’ll need before facing your man with a small smile, “We gonna do this, or what?” He doesn’t answer in words but Eddie spreads his legs wide enough for you to stand between them, dark eyes boring into yours.  Squeezing at the rag, you raise it to his busted eyebrow, the blood stagnant now.  Tilting your head, you catch his eye, “Ready?” It’s not a nod so much as a cock of his head, as if Eddie’s daring you to do it, but you read it as acquiescence and dab gently at the split skin.  Immediately spitting out curses, Eddie jumps, “Shit!  Fuck!  ‘Hurts!” Steadying him with a gentle hand, you blow across the gash, thinking that he could probably use stitches, cooing, “I know, honey.  But I gotta get it clean.” His hands grab at your wrist, stopping you, and he tips his chin your way.  Dripping sarcasm, Eddie’s tone is mocking all your well intentioned attention, “You gonna take good care of me?” Electricity at his touch shoots through you and your mouth goes dry from the contact.  You attempt to pull back, but he fortifies his hold on you, the rag dropping to the table with a wet thump.  Raising his eyebrows in an unspoken question, he wants you to answer, needs you to talk to him. “I- I’m trying, babe.  I want to-” “Want to what, huh?”  It’s confrontational, bordering on mad, and it’s so unlike Eddie that it takes you by surprise. Licking over your bottom lip, you opt for straight honesty but it doesn’t do much to strengthen your voice.  Whispering out in a rush, you reply, “Want to make you feel good, Eddie.  Feel better.” “You’re gonna make me feel better, huh, sweets?  You should.  It’s your fault I lost tonight.”  Shock registers on your face at his assertion, “What do you mean?” “Didn’t let me fuck you, did you?  And then you turn up dressed like this-” his hand coursed down your side, stopping at the dip of your waist, “-and I had to drive thinking about how good you smell.  How, damn, how soft your skin is-”  His eyes lock onto your own, full of heat, “-Knowing you’d be wet and ready for me at the finish line.” Dark and prickly, Eddie’s voice rubs you raw, your core clenching at the sensation.  It shouldn’t have been so attractive; the domineering tone, the tough grip of his hand, the acid laced way he talked to you.  It shouldn't have been, but it was. “Cat got your tongue, sweet heart?” “Uh, no.  No, I-”  What can you say to him?  Something in your silence pleases him, because Eddie clicks his tongue, lacing his fingers with yours, “I’d say it’s time you make it up to me.  What do you think?” Nodding dumbly, you didn’t verbalize a response, and that wasn’t enough, not tonight, “Uh uh, pretty girl.  I need to hear you.  You said you were gonna make me feel better-” Eddie let his eyes rake over you, stopping at your wide hips, your overflowing breasts, your plush lips before cocking his head to the side, “-and I wanna know exactly what you mean.” It’s dead silent in the trailer.  For the first time since you’ve known Eddie Munson there is no thumping metal music blaring from the back bedroom, no horror movie scream queen bellowing through tinny television speakers.  Even the fan was off, so there was no buffer for the ragged inhale of Eddie’s heavy breath or the small whimpers you couldn’t seem to stop.“Eddie-”  It’s a whine when you want it to sound strong, tough.  “What?”  He goads you, aware of the effect he has on you.  Like you’re his guitar, Eddie plucks your strings, knowing just where to apply pressure and get you to sing. Still sitting, Eddie looked up at you with a bright, challenging glint in his stare.  Never breaking eye contact, his hands fan over your pelvis, fingers plucking open the button of your tight jeans.  Your stomach contracts sharply at the stray touch of his fingers, palm rough against the silk of your skin, Eddie daring to push past the elastic of your panties when you offer no resistance.  You could feel his left hand snaking its way from the small of your back to work your jean skirt down over your hips.  Wordless, Eddie tapped at your thigh, the command clear: get this off.  Bracing yourself with a hold on his shoulders, you start to step out of your bright red heels but then Eddie growls, “Keep the shoes.”A wave of hot desire spikes through you at his gruffly issued order and you agree with a shake of your head, “Ok- ok, honey.” Grabbing the back of your thighs, Eddie jerks you closer, narrowing the gap between your bodies.  Toying with the lacy trim over your bottom, he traced a thumb along the curve of your bum, grunting in a rusty voice, “These panties have a matching bra, don’t they?  Come on, pretty girl, show me.  Wanna see my prize- all of it, yea?” Gulping, you moved to step out of the vee of Eddie’s legs, but the way his ringed fingers dug into the globes of your ass kept you still.  He wasn’t going to give you any leeway so you slowly dragged your thin shirt off, handing it over to Eddie with a sly smile.  Hoping he approved, desperate to please, your voice small but hopeful, “Well?” Eddie surveys your nearly nude figure, now wearing just your frilly underclothes, the deep red color a perfect match for the heels he insisted you wear.  Sucking in an appreciative whistle that sends sparks shooting through your core, he takes one more drag on his ciggie before dropping it down the neck of his nearly empty beer, his stare darkening with lust, “Ok.  Let’s go.”He kicks to standing, sending the kitchen chair into the wall with a thud, and you jump at the sudden noise.  Eddie was quick though, grabbing your arm firmly and spinning you around.  Pinned behind your back, Eddie steers you into the living room, guiding you towards the couch.   Your shoe catches on the rug, tripping you up, but Eddie rights you, rasping roughly, “Careful, pretty girl.  Don’t want you to bruise those knees- yet.” Drawing in a shaky breath, you tried to face him but Eddie wouldn't allow it.  Truthfully, he likes watching the way your thick ass moves under the transparent lace of your drawers as you stumble to try and match his heavy steps, all while tottering in your high heels.  He may not have won the race tonight, may have crashed and burned in actuality, but he was absolutely certain that you were still his trophy.  You had no idea what Eddie had planned but you couldn’t deny that his rougher treatment was making you ache in the places only he was allowed to touch.  Every step made your hardening nipples itch against the textured lace of your bra cups.  Each footfall forces you to clench your thighs together, making you strut in a stilted shuffle, afraid that your excitement would be evident. Eddie can sense your growing need, because he stopped short, pulling you tight to his chest just to feel you.  His hands, they are all over you now.  One cups the damp warmth of your mound, your body bucking into his palm, crying for his touch.  The other wraps under your chin, turning your head for a sloppy, slick kiss.  Groaning into your mouth, Eddie teases at your slit through the fabric of your panties, “So wet, pretty baby.  So goddamned eager for me, aren’t ya?” Shaking your head, you mewl weakly, “Uh huh, just for you.” “Better be.”  The gruff edge was back, forcing you to your knees in the middle of the living room, the ancient shag carpet not offering enough cushioning.  He let you kneel there, stomping around you, before lowering himself onto the couch.  Making a show of undoing his belt and unzipping his fly, Eddie wants you to watch as he gingerly frees his rigid cock, already so hard and dripping.  Stroking himself slowly, seeing the way your eyes track every movement, Eddie grins, “Like what you see, sweetheart?  Wanna taste?” Licking over your bottom lip, you scoot into the space between Eddie’s spread knees, agreeing with a nod of your head.  Reaching out a hand, stroking over your cheekbone before lifting your chin, Eddie traces his thumb across your mouth, “Pretty, pretty baby.  Open up for me, yea?” Compliant, you did as he asked, but you couldn’t contain the moan as you held still, waiting for the green light from Eddie.  For a second he thought about denying you both the pleasure of a filthy blow job.  Maybe he’d just jerk himself off, forcing you to watch and wait until he came in your open mouth.  The idea made his blood surge, strengthening his erection. But then you whimpered.  A small, sad, wanting sound that gave Eddie goosebumps and he realizes that you wouldn’t be satisfied, not like that, anyway.  And he couldn’t be that mean to you, his best girl.  No, you need to taste him, feel the dense, hot weight of him inside of you, and nothing else would do.  Man, he really was too kind.  Carding a hand through your hair, Eddie lowered your head to his waiting tip, “Alright, sweet thing.  Show me how sorry you are.” Wasting no time once Eddie gave the word, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, licking over his coral hued head as you sigh at the salty flavor.  Circling him with your tongue, just like you did with your cherry pop that morning, you sucked gently at the sensitive skin.  The broken moan he emits is a sign that you’re doing a good job.  “Fuck!  God damn, you’re good at this!”  He grits out through clenched teeth, a hand tangled in your tresses more to ground Eddie than to control you. The praise makes you proud, cocky even, and you inhale quickly before sliding down the entirety of his impossible length.  Burying your nose in the wiry hairs at his root, you hollow your cheeks, earning a grunt from the man above you.  Swallowing, your throat constricts against him, pulling another ragged curse from Eddie’s parted lips. “You’re taking me so well, honey.  I can’t- shit!  Stop.  Stop!”  With a wet pop the suction you’ve generated breaks at Eddie’s insistence. Sitting back, disappointment flooding your features, you practically wail, “Eddie, I wasn’t done-” “I know.  I know.  I almost was-” pulling you into his lap, Eddie nuzzles into your neck, “-and I wanna cum deep inside your tight pussy, baby.  It’s only fair, don’t you think?” “Yes, I- It’s only fair.”  It’s easier to agree since you can’t really help yourself.  Eddie has all the power here, over you, your body, your pleasure.  He understands implicitly that the words he says and how he says them, coarse but also somehow sweet, drives you wild.  Unhooking your bra, Eddie palms your newly freed breasts, dipping his head down to take one nipple between his lips.  The painful pressure draws a ragged sigh from you as you tip your head back in enjoyment.  Grazing the pebbled bud with his teeth, you rock into him at the new stinging sensation, “Shit!” Chuckling darkly, Eddie does it again before switching his attention to the other side, leaving hot kisses and purpling bruises along your chest as he goes.  He carries his fevered frenzy higher, marking a line along your collarbone, stopping to sink his teeth into the muscle there.  When you hiss at the pinching pain, Eddie lets go, licking over the marks he’s leaving behind. Beneath you the presence of his iron rod is hard to ignore.  You can feel him, red hot and throbbing, through the webbing of your undies and overcome with desperation, you grind against him shamelessly.  Begging now, your tone whiny, “Please, Eddie, please!  Let me show you how bad I feel.” “Aw, my poor baby.  You want me to fill you up, huh?  Give you this hard cock?”  His tone is patronizing.  It sounds sweet, kind even, but there’s enough of Eddie’s jagged edge baked into his taunts that it makes you wonder.  Chewing on your bottom lip, you nod, doe-eyed with false innocence, “Yes.  Please, baby?” Eddie, wasting no time, tears your panties off you leaving you bare and dripping.  Directing you, he props you up against the back of the couch, legs spread lewdly but he adores the view, “Touch yourself, honey.” Confused, you start to move, arguing but Eddie stills you with a firm hand on your chest, “I told you.  Touch yourself.” Huffing, you sit back, hands parting the petals of your pussy.  Happily, Eddie hums, “There ya go.  Good girl, listening so well.” Dropping into the gathering damp between your folds, you spread the slippery slick, rubbing in smooth circles over your firm clit.  Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the way Eddie is watching you, directing your movements.  When you sink a lone finger into your tight channel, almost ready to release, he tuts, “Ready to cum?  So fast, too.” “Can I?”  It’s a breathless question, but your need is climbing fast and you don’t want to disappoint the wide-eyed man standing in front of you. Flashing his impish smirk, Eddie plays at misunderstanding, “Can you what, baby?” Cheeks flaming hot, you ask for his blessing in a tight sigh, “Can I cum?  Please?” And Eddie lets you hang there, still stroking yourself, muscles tightening in preparation for your pleasure.  He makes a show out of considering your situation, a long finger stroking over his chin in contemplation, a thoughtful shake of his head.  Your thighs quiver and your quim quakes as you struggle to stave off the inevitable. Taking pity on you, Eddie resolutely steps between your folded knees, “I’ll give you the first one, but-” his rings score the skin of your calves, “-the rest of your orgasms are mine.  Got it?” You would agree to anything, anything at all, if it meant that your body could let go of its building pressure.  Tumbling out of you in clips and phrases, you acquiesce, “Yes.  Yes.  Thank you, baby.  Thank you-” and a rolling wave of ecstasy crashes through you, fuzzing your vision and draining your strength. Chuckling, Eddie’s fingers replace your own, the aftershocks of your peak making you shudder.  Panting, your chest rises and falls rapidly, a dopey smile on your face.  You reach for Eddie, ready for cuddling and kisses, only to be denied. “My turn.” Draping your hip over his, spreading you wide, Eddie angles his aching dick toward your puffy pussy.  Still loose-limbed, you wrap your arms around his neck weakly, stuttering at the aggressive push that buries his hard length inside you.  The couch swallows you, pillows molding around you as Eddie fucks you into the foam cushions in quick, driving thrusts. When he isn’t pummeling your mouth with his talented tongue, Eddie is sucking purple welts and red bruises onto the skin of your neck and chest or, he’s whispering filthy thoughts in your ear: “You're taking me so well, baby.  So good.” “God damn, you’re so wet, gonna suck me dry, aren’t ya?” “Oh, you like that, huh?” In your own delirious state, sex drunk, you claw into Eddie’s back, “I’m gonna cum, Eddie.  Again.  Oh god!”  Wailing, you feel tears roll down your cheeks as your body goes limp beneath him. “Yea?  That’s ok, sweets.  That makes two, baby.  Only three more to go.”  He says through a clenched jaw, his own seminal release threatening to burst. Unsure if you heard him right, you risk a question, “Thr- three more?  What are you talking about?”  “One for every hundred dollars I lost tonight.  It was a five hundred dollar stake, so, you’re gonna give me five orgasms.  Fair is fair, princess.” Eddie is true to his word.  He’s taken you on your hands and knees, insides shivering from the overstimulation, your ecstasy arriving in a howl as Eddie plied you full of his spend, the excess running down your parted thighs.  You’ve been cradled to his chest, hips rising and falling to a rhythm all Eddie’s own, his ringed hands driving you down his shaft over and over and over, the orgasm washing over you in concentric waves as you fell apart chanting Eddie’s name in weakening whines. And now, now you’re on your back, the water stained ceiling tiles of the trailer blurring together as Eddie hums against your abused flesh, “One more time, baby.  One more.” Shaking your head, you argue softly, “Can’t.  Eddie, I-” Brushing wild curls away from his face, Eddie frowns down at you, “You can and you will, baby.  For me, right?  You said so yourself, it’s only fair.” But who can remember what you promised hours ago?  Before your muscles were rubbery from overuse and when your vocal chords hadn’t yet been fried from continued moaning.  What had you agreed to?  As he lowers his lips to your parted folds, wide tongue lapping at your seeping center, your head snaps back, fingers tugging at Eddie’s hair.  His nose grazes your clit and you stutter helplessly, “Oh, please!” Feeling the smirk on Eddie’s face, you can tell he’s enjoying your delirious pleasure in the way he presses deeper into you, virtually fucking his tongue between your folds.  His arms are wrapped tightly around your thighs, holding you open to his oral assault, forcing you to experience bliss made real by his pillowy lips and textured tongue.  Every time you try to break away, pushing against his hard skull, his grip tightens until you sag beneath him, too wiped out to resist. When Eddie sucks your slick clit into his mouth, you tense up, nervously calling his name into the quiet room.  Sucking harshly, he draws on the tender, overworked bud, and you croak against him, “Too much!  It’s too much!  Gotta- gotta stop, Eddie… Oh God-”

The world rolls over black and your ears fill with fuzz.  Fragmenting, you break apart, like a glass shattering on the hard floor.  Toes curl upward and your hands tense up with Eddie’s hair still in their grip.  La Petite Mort indeed. Through the hazy fog you can hear Eddie’s voice, worry filled and anxious, saying your name.  Eyes shut, you draw in a ragged breath, his name on your lips, “Ed- Eddie?” “I’m here, babe.  I got you!”  You can feel gentle kisses land on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.  Eddie’s curling his hand around yours, brushing hair from your face as he pleads, “Open your eyes, doll?  For me?  Please-” And it takes you a little longer than normal because every single molecule of your person has collapsed into an ecstasy fueled hibernation, but you manage to blink his way, a small smile on your face, “Hi.” Gathering you to him, Eddie pulls you close, his mouth against yours in a deep, soul stealing kiss.  Holding your frame in his arms, eyes still full of concern, Eddie searches your face for reassurance that he hadn’t gone too far, “Are you ok?  Thought I lost you for a minute there.” Shifting against him, you exhale deeply, “You did.  I dunno what to call that, but-” now your smile widened, “-I think I saw God.” Eddie’s laugh, rumbling through you both, unsettles you and you wince at the contact with your overwrought core.  So gently, he moves you to the couch, “Stay here, lemme get you something to drink.” After clanking around in the kitchen, he returns with aspirin and water, the blanket from his bed and a nightgown from your drawer in his dresser.  When you’re sufficiently clothed and comfortable, Eddie joins you on the sofa, laying behind you so he can, “Be your pillow!” The television goes on, something silly, and Eddie just allows you to rest, his fingers playing with your hair idly.  As you sit together, sleep stealing closer, you snuggle under his arm, “Hmm, I can’t wait to get your back.” “What’s that?” Fluttering your lashes his way, you lick over your bottom lip smiling at Eddie, “I think you owe me a couple of orgasms next time.  Say, four?  It’s only fair, right babe?” Jolting forward, Eddie starts, “What did you say?” Yawning now, you burrow under your blanket, pulling Eddie’s arm around you, “Next time you cum four times.  Maybe you can have an out of body experience.” Snorting at you, your brassiness, your brattiness, you balls, Eddie nods his head, “Yea.  Ok, fine.  I guess that’s fair.” — FIN —

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, April 8

Darla: "Hello, lover. Long time no see." Angel: "Darla." Cordy: "Darla?" Wes: "Darla!" Fred: "Who's Darla?" Gunn: "Angel's old flame from way back." Fred: "Not the one that died?" Gunn: "Yeah. No, not that one. The other one that died and came back to life. She's a vampire." Fred: "Y'all have a chart or something?" Gunn: "In the files. I'll get it for you later."

~~Offspring~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for a few new editors! Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! For more information, drop us an ask on Tumblr or contact thenewbuzwuzz.

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

in a bed that we'll never make (Faith/Buffy, T) by SummerFrost

what you want to hear (Willow/Faith, Willow & Xander, T) by bodytoflame

All you have is me (Lilah/Wesley, T) by Aragorn_II_Elessar

How To Spend A Rainy Day (Willow & Spike, G) and other stories from LiveJournal (Faith/Danny McCoy, C.J.Gregg/Giles, Holland Manners/Lilah Morgan, Xander/Mary Jane Watson, rated from G to M) crossposted by afteriwake

In the Stacks (Giles/reader, smut) by wordynerdygurl

[Chaptered Fiction]

You Can't Fight Fate - But You Can Probably Piss Him Off, Chapter 1-2 (crossover with Batman, Faith, not rated) by Hermione2be

The Canonization, Chapter 1 (Spike/Drusilla, M) by Coldest_Fire

The Cookie Incident, Chapter 3 (Spike/Buffy, PG-13) by DeamonQueen

Bound by Purpose, Chapter 1 (Spike/Buffy, NC-17) by BloodyThorn

I Drown In Him Instead, Chapter 2 (Spike/Buffy, G) by Abhimary00

Broken Bridges, Chapter 20 (Spike/Buffy, NC-17) by Dusty

The Warlock's Nephew, Chapter 4 (Spike/Buffy, NC-17) by AlloSpoike

Out of Our Minds, Chapter 5 (Spike/Buffy, NC-17) by AlloSpoike

Buffy...4.0?ish?, Chapter 2 (Spike/Buffy, G) by Sweetbutnutty

Strange Changes, Chapter 6 (Spike/Buffy, R) by Annabellee

[Images, Audio & Video]

Giles icons, more Giles icons, Giles headers, and more Giles headers (worksafe) by things4your

Manip: Aurora Boreanaz (Angel, worksafe) by back-intheu-s-s-r

Artwork: Buffy and Spike in Hell's Bells (worksafe) by geezozz

Faith icons, Fairy!Buffy, and Fairy!Faith (worksafe) by faithlehaneapologist

Artwork: "Hero" episode poster (Doyle, worksafe) by Bloody William (swallowedshark)

Artwork: "Hero" episode poster (Doyle, worksafe) by swallowedshark (Bloody William)

[Reviews & Recaps]

Buffy rewatch: S02E08 [The Dark Age] by three-blogs-in-a-trenchcoat

So I finished Buffy the Vampire Slayer. by rainandscarves

The movie was so fucking funny by herbertbestboi

[Season 6 is so good, how could you hate it] by drowning-in-you-summers

AtS episode "Happy Anniversary" - critical discussion by Faded90, Btvs fan and others

BOOM! Buffy the Vampire Slayer #24 by BAF and others

20 Year Rewatch - s01e20 "Warzone", s01e21 "Blind Date" by Ohigetjokes

What are your thoughts on the Darla three parter in season 3? by LightBlueSky55

Angel (re)watch: Season 1 - Episode 1 (City of) by lorZzeus

PODCAST: The Watchers' Diaries: Professor Snape Would NOT Approve [Witch]

PODCAST: Still Pretty 151. Same Time, Same Place (S7.03)

[Recs / In Search Of]

Rec request: spangel fics where angel pretends to be angelus thinking spike will be into it... by laurensshitpost

Reacting to Reactions - AtS Season 1 by Stoney, Priceless

[YouTube reactors and reviewers] by mooseblood07 and others

Fic search: Buffy and Spike reenact their first fight at the high school by

Podcast "Buffy the Gilmore Slayer" recced by Jabersplat

[Fandom Discussions]

choice was the thing that made buffy stand out… hence why, should the reboot ever happen… by kingofsilverandgold

never understood why they had to retcon buffy’s family history by kingofsilverandgold, logo-comics, canadian-marxist

dawn represents everything buffy didn’t get to have by aardvaark

[I relate too much to how Buffy doesn’t perceive herself as an ‘innocent’ victim] by aardvaark

Who orchestrated Angel’s return from hell and why? by Stoney and others

Is it fair to judge vampires? by MikeB and others

Thoughts on Dawn by multiple people

Fred and Willow by salvbitch and others

Anyone else think the way that Angel was treated was messed up? by Tuxedo_Mark

Were Angel and co’s actions in the finale selfish? by itsarealknifefight

Why didn't any Buffy character know the sun was blocked in Los Angeles?? by ConesofDunshire777 and others

Why did Alyson Hannigan barely sing in "Once more with Feeling?" by precita

Anyone wish that vampire Texan cowboy came back for one final attack on Buffy? by precita

Am I going crazy or did Angel originally do the voiceover for Becoming Pt 1? by indigenous_bean

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

In Every Generation by Kendare Blake, a new YA trilogy set in the Buffyverse, is set for winter 2022

Quiz: Which Angel: The Series dynamic are you? [the result is a character] by idabbleincrazy

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