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ironstrange1991 · 2 years

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Anything Else, Mr Stark?

+18 Smut

Pairing: TonyStark x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,3k

Warnings: Age gap, Slight female dominance, Love bites, Dirty Talk, Male and female oral sex, Male and female masturbation, fingering, P in V.

Synopsis: When the reader gets a job in the Stark Industries she doesn't imagine that she would work as assistant to Tony Stark himself. The chemistry between them is instantaneous.

Based in this ask: I’m a big fan of your strange smut and see that your also a big tony fan. Could we get some Tony/reader fluffy smut with a dominate reader pls?

A/N: I dont know about the fluffy part, but I tried to make this very smutty. It was a little bit hard to write Tony, but I hope I made him justice. I really love the guy. Hope you guys like it ;)

You were always great at getting into trouble, but this time you felt like you had crossed the line and while you were extremely happy to finally get exactly what you wanted, you were also terrified over thinking about what it meant to you and your job and your career.

You've always been the prodigy in high school, you've always gotten top grades in college, and it wasn't all that surprising when you got an internship to work at Stark Industries. It was your line of work, it was your goal and you celebrated a lot when it happened, you just didn't imagine that such a vacancy would be to be Tony Stark's own personal assistant. It was ridiculous, he was old enough to be your father, he was a snob and he was self-centered and all, but you always had a crush on him, the kind you have on celebrities. After all, that's what Tony Stark has always been to the world, a celebrity and of course, a superhero.

You barely knew where to start and when you went through HR you heard all sorts of comments and advice from "He'll flirt with you all the time, but don't get too excited he does it with everyone." to "It will be extremely difficult to replace Miss Pottz, she was his right hand, man."

On the first day of work you barely managed to eat in the morning and put on at least three changes of clothes before deciding what to wear. You wanted to look like a serious person, you wanted to look professional and maybe even a little older, but dressing differently didn't necessarily change your personality. When you arrived, the first person who saw you was his private security, Happy Logan.

"I imagine you already got your badge from HR. You must wear it all the time. It's a company requirement and it doesn't matter that you're not going to work within the company, you must wear it anyway."

You nodded, taking the badge out of your bag and putting it on your shirt and only then did you realize what he said.

"What do you mean I'm not going to work at the company? I applied for an internship here.."

The security guard walked out expecting you to follow him out of the building and opened the car door for you "You're the boss's new assistant, you're going to work at his house."

While you started work taking care of the schedule and events he needed to attend and the documents he needed to sign, you soon realized that being Tony Stark's assistant also included participating in auctions to acquire the paintings he wanted, buy cufflinks and socks and his favorite deodorant. You didn't really care about it, in fact you liked it and it was kind of embarrassing to admit to yourself why.

It took you two weeks to finally meet Tony Stark in person. You had spoken to him by phone and email and many texts, but finally seeing him in front of you was a terrifying experience, but in a good way.

Friday, the AI who ran the house and everything else, told you that he had arrived and wanted you to meet him at the workshop and so you went downstairs, the sound of ACDC blaring from the speakers. You had your tablet in hand ready to jot down anything he said or asked and tried your best to camouflage your nervousness and look as professional as possible.

You found him getting rid of the Iron armor he was wearing, and you were stunned to finally be in Iron Man's presence.

He finished what he was doing and turned around to face you "So you're the famous Y/N I've been talking to all this time."

You felt your face turning red "Me... famous? You're the celebrity Mr Stark"

He nodded still seeming to analyze you from head to toe "You dont need to call me sir, it makes me feel old. By the way, are you sure you're old enough to work? How old are you? 16?"

You blinked slightly offended "I'm 25"

He nodded "25..." He clapped his hands "Anyway, we have a lot to do, the holidays are over, Dad is home and I have at least 5 events to go to, two of them in the same night, I hope you're taking care of my schedule."

You nodded showing him what you had programmed on the tablet, but he interrupted you "No need to show me darling, I trust you. Just tell me what I need to do."

You nodded looking at him, his words taking root in your mind as you watched him take off the shirt he was wearing and put on another one. The man had known you for five minutes and was changing clothes in front of you.

"I've been told I need to let go of control and let people tell me what to do. Let's try this and see if it works better than last time."

You bit your lower lip looking at the tablet screen "You have a meeting with the company's shareholders tomorrow at 9 am. In the afternoon you need to dedicate some time to your project with the Nanotechnology armors, so I booked the restaurant for dinner with the possible new shareholders for 7pm and 9pm you must be at the charity ball for the benefit of..."

He came towards you "Sounds great. There's only one problem" He pointed at you and you were waiting for him to say something serious. "I don't have anyone to go to the gala with." He grimaced, "Yeah, I know, it's a tragedy. Can you imagine what they would say if the great Tony Stark arrived alone?"

You didn't understand what he was getting at or even if he was serious, sometimes it was hard to tell.

"Do you have a dress?"

"Me?" You stuttered "Yeah...yes, but..."

"On second thought, take some free time this afternoon and buy one, you can use the cooperative card, after all you'll be working."

You blinked, realizing what he was suggesting. "You want me to go to the gala with you?"

He nodded. "Can you think of a better way for me to make a good impression than to arrive at it with a 25 year old beauty?"

You looked away. You had already been warned about the flirtations, but it was hard not to react to them.

Happy Logan took you to shopping and you felt a little uncomfortable about the whole situation not just because you were buying a dress to go to the gala with your boss who happened to be the most famous billionaire in the world, but also because your heart was racing and you felt that your little experience with work and romantic relationships would be a hindrance to dealing with Stark's flirtations. After all, even knowing that they were just silly flirtations, you couldn't help but fantasize a lot of things in your head.

The next day passed so quickly that you barely noticed. At night you got ready in your long black dress and your high heels. You left your hair down to hide the bare back of the dress that you now thought was too flashy and put on a minimum of makeup.

You heard the sound of the Audi pulling up in front of your apartment and swallowed the saliva. You got into the car feeling like you might have a heart attack at any moment. He was gorgeous, as always. He wore a gray four-piece suit with a burgundy tie and flashy sunglasses even though it was night and the smell of his perfume was the most wonderful thing in the world. "Miss Y/L/N"

You smile "Mr Stark."

He smiles driving fast through the avenue.

The party passed in a blur for you. Stark passed from table to table greeting other millionaires and billionaires, Elon Musk was at the event. He kept his hands firmly on your waist the entire time and never introduced you as his assistant, it was always by your first name and although you told yourself that this should be something he would do to anyone, it wasn't what it looked like.

Although he offered all the time, you avoided drinking more than a glass of martini feeling too inebriated just by his presence and at the end of the night he dragged you out onto the dance floor and you knew he had had quite a few shots of whiskey. But you couldn't help but wonder what might come next.

"Is everything okay? You're a little too quiet."

He almost whispered in your ear.

"Sorry Mr Stark, I confess I'm a little uncomfortable dancing with you and I've just started this job and people might think that..."

"Let them think! I want them to think about it."

You looked at him in surprise "You don't need to explain yourself, but I do, Mr Stark."

He smiles at you, that smile you only saw on TV, that ironic, exaggerated smile that personally made your legs go soft.

"I think I'm enjoying hearing you call me Mr Stark, sounds dangerously sexy don't you think?"

You swallowed the saliva gently placing your hand on his chest and interrupting the dance "I think... I need to go to the bathroom."

He nodded leading you away from the dance floor. When you walked into the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror your face felt like it was on fire and it wasn't just your face that was in that state.

You sighed and washed your hands, two women walked past you, staring and whispering. Of course, that could not go unnoticed. You turned your back to the sink taking a deep breath and looked at the time on your phone, it was already past 11pm.

You sighed and walked out of the bathroom to spot Stark talking to a man who looked faintly familiar, but you didn't know where you knew him from. You walked purposefully to him, ready to ask him to leave and the man walked away before you got close.

"It's everything alright?" He asked sipping another shot of whiskey and looking at you as if he could undress you with his eyes.

You nodded "If it's okay, I'd like to leave now. I'm a little tired and I have a headache."

He nodded, downing the rest of the whiskey from the glass in one gulp and held out his arm for you and you walked out the front door together.

"Are you sure you have a headache or did you want to leave the party because I make you uncomfortable?" He said after a good few minutes of akward silence as he drove.

You shook your head "It wasn't what I meant."

He nodded taking the avenue in the opposite direction he should have "Where are you going?"

He smiles "Home.

"Mr Stark..."

He gave you a quick glance and then turned his attention to the front, "Don't tell me I've imagined all this sexual tension between us since the first time we saw each other yesterday morning?"

You were speechless.

"Look, if you want me to take you home I will, but I guarantee it'll be a lot more fun if you go with me."

You didn't even realize you were holding and twisting the fabric of your dress.

"Mr Stark, we can't do this or you'll never take me seriously. This job means a lot to me."

He shook his head "And why wouldn't I take you seriously?"

"Because sleeping with my boss is not the best way to make a good impression. It's actually the worst way and I don't know if it's my fault, I've always had a crush on you, maybe I gave the false impression that ..."

He placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing it and then turned his palm up. "Stop thinking. Just enjoy the moment, okay? Tomorrow we have a bunch of stuff to sort out before my trip to Switzerland."

You sighed. You should ask him to take you back, but you didn't want to waste that opportunity. Sleeping with Tony Stark had been your fantasy for so long and as strange as it seemed you loved the age gap between you, it was what made it all the more exciting. Besides, you couldn't stop thinking about what he'd said the day before about giving up control and doing what people tell him to do. Did that apply to sex too? You bit your lower lip and to show him that you had decided to give in to his request you put your hand in his on your thigh and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

Stark parked in the mansion's underground parking lot and opened the car door for you to get out. You took the elevator up and were greeted by the AI informing Stark that there were 21 calls to voice mail including a very angry message from Captain Rhodes.

"I'll talk to him in the morning" he replied to the AI as he poured himself a shot of whiskey. At first you were surprised by Friday's omnipresence, but now you were used to it and it made your job a lot easier.

You stood in the room, rocking on your own feet, not knowing what to say or what to do, until he came towards you, touching your face and looking at you with those brown eyes that seemed to see into your soul. He ran his hand down your neck to your collarbone and bit his lower lip dramatically. "You're a pretty little thing, you know that?"

You smiled shyly. You wanted that so badly, but now you were completely intimidated by his presence and you weren't like that. You weren't shy, on the contrary. Dammit, maybe you should have drank more after all.

"Don't be shy, why don't you show me what you can do?"

You bit your lower lip and gathering up all your courage you knelt taking your hands to unbuckle his belt. You could see that he was already half ready for you and you were curious to know if the size of his dick matched the size of his ego. You unbuttoned his pants pulling them down and smiled at the sight of his cock under his underwear. You pulled on his boxers and licked your lips.

It was average size, but it was thick, with a fat and pink tip and you weren't disappointed at all. You didn't think twice and put it in your mouth. You sucked only the tip first, your hand jerking him slowly from base to tip, the salty taste of precum on your tongue. He groaned in approval and drained the last of the whiskey from the glass in one gulp.

You took his moan as approval and put the shyness aside, spitting on him and stroking him with both hands now faster smearing him with your saliva leaving him wet and perfect for you. You kept one hand steady at the base, the other stroking him quickly and flicked your tongue at the tip as he moaned louder now and brought his hand up to his head holding his hair.

"Fuck darling, you really know what you're doing. Its so good." He bit his lower lip now hard, suppressing his moans that were getting louder.

You hummed on his cock, spitting on it again and putting it in your mouth going all the way down swallowing it whole until the tip hits the back of your throat. He panted in surprise, he had already gotten a lot of blowjobs, but you were perfect, you made deep throat look so easy and you did it so well and he knew that if he didn't interrupt you he was going to cum in your mouth and he didn't want to cum , not before he could fuck you.

He grabbed your hair pulling your head and taking the dick out of your mouth "That's very good darling but we don't want the fun to end before it starts, do we? That little mouth of yours is too good."

You stood up and he ran his hand over your lips, spit running down your chin, your mascara melting in your eyes, somehow he found it a lot sexier than how it had been before.

You were so beautiful, from the first moment he laid eyes on you he knew he needed to fuck you, the fact that you had a crush on him only made that even more obvious. He pulled you to his lips kissing you passionately, you moaned into his lips and he found it adorable.

He held your hand firmly in his. "Come with me, darling." He took you to his room. You had never entered his room before, it was impressive like everything else in that house. He continued the assault on your lips and down your neck, his goatee scratching your skin and making you shiver. He wasted no time and undressed you quickly, first taking off your dress and then unbuttoning your bra, leaving you only in your underwear. He continued kissing pushing you gently onto the bed.

You lay down on the bed and he came over you taking one breast to his mouth, sucking the nipple, the other firm hand on your other breast squeezing and playing with the other nipple between his fingers. His lips went down to your belly and his hands pulled your panties slowly, he took them off and threw them there on the bed. Your legs drooped to the side and he gave you just one sly look before he lost himself there between your legs. You moaned loudly as he licked all the way from your entrance to your clit. He did it again and stuck a finger inside you.

You moved your hips involuntarily and moaned, "Fuck darling you're so wet for me. I love the taste of your cunt." He stuck a second finger curving on purpose to hit your sweet spot and with the other hand he opened the folds of your clit and flicked his tongue into the bundle of nerves and every fear, every doubt you might have had how disappeared while Stark made you break down into incoherent groans and praise.

"Fuck Mr Stark, you do it so well." You brought your hand to his head grabbing his hair and begging for more friction. You knew he was holding back, still testing the water on you, but you needed more. You sighed getting up and propping yourself up on your elbows. It was really one of those situations where you need to see to believe. The great Tony Stark lost between your legs going down on you.

You pulled his hair and he got the message and came right over you. "How is it possible that you're still wearing all those clothes?" You asked impatiently and he laughed "Why don't you help me get rid of them?" you knelt on the bed hurrying to take off his jacket, you took off his tie and shirt while your lips eagerly trailed down his neck giving open mouth kisses and biting lightly.

He sat up in bed, getting rid of what was left of his clothes and getting deliciously naked for you. You smirked at him "Sit and lean against the headboard." He stared at you in surprise but obeyed, happy to see you take control. You wrapped your legs around his hips kissing his lips passionately, his cock brushing against you

"You said you want to give up control and let people tell you what to do..." You whispered in his ear as your hand was looking for his tie on the bed "Let's see how good you are at following orders Mr Stark." He bit his lower lip, his eyes glistening with excitement. "I'm all yours, miss."

You finally reached the tie "Give me your hands". He obeyed and you tied both of his hands together tightly on the headboard. "No touching." You said in his ear, you bit his earlobe and he groaned "Fuck, darling, you're full of surprises."

You grinned, moving your lips down his neck and pinching one of his nipples

"You've been teasing me all night Mr Stark, now it's my turn."

You kissed him passionately and went back to biting his ear "Now tell me where do you keep the good stuff?"

He smiled satisfied and looked towards the bedside table. "In the bottom drawer."

You got up and opened the drawer to find a box full of sex toys, condoms and lube. "Why am I not surprised, Mr Stark?"

You got the lube and a condom.

He moaned softly as you began caressing it with both hands.

You would take turns between stroking him fast and firmly and just holding the base massaging the balls and rubbing your palm lightly on the tip.

"Fuck, you gonna make me cum like this. Please dont make me cum yet I want to fuck you"

You smile lessening the intensity of your caresses on his cock and caught his lips between your teeth. "Look at you begging not to cum."

You took the condom and opened it quickly and placed it on his dick without difficulty. He was rock hard for you. You put some lube on his cock and spread it with both hands then positioned yourself on top of him lowering slowly "You just got one thing wrong Mr Stark. I'm going to fuck you."

He groaned loudly when he finally penetrated you, stretching you. "Darling, you are so tight. Please move, fuck me."

You clung to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and began to move using the muscles of your thighs to maintain a fast, intense rhythm.

He moaned and you caught his lips on yours kissing him with desire, your tongue entering his mouth and dominating his.

You were enjoying it, the idea of having the almighty Tony Stark tied to the bed and at your mercy to do whatever you wanted with him and you knew it wouldn't last long, you could feel the orgasm building inside you "Fuck, this is so good, Mr Stark." You leaned against his chest increasing your pace, moving your hips with precision, your clit rubbing in his pubic hair. "I am close, so close"

He groaned, getting impatient and struggling against the bonds, but you were too close to stop now. "Oh my god, yes, yes, yes." You moaned louder feeling the orgasm hit you and you surrendered to him throwing your head back, eyes closed, your legs shaking as you continued riding him enjoying every second of your orgasm.

You touched his face and kissed his lips softly and he moaned into your lips "Untie me sweetheart"

You obeyed and he was eager to wrap his arms around your waist and lay you back on the mattress. He lifted one of your legs and leaned on his shoulder and entered you again, going deep. You moaned loudly. He braced one hand on the headboard forcing himself inside you, each thrust hitting your g-spot precisely.

"You're too good Miss Y/L/N. I can get use to be fucked like this by you."

His thrusts were getting stronger and faster and you knew he was close and you decided to provoke him pushing him towards his climax.

"Oh Mr Stark you are so good at following orders. Now cum for me, I want to see the look in your eye when you cum."

He kissed your lips urgently "yeah? I will give it to you then, darling."

His thrusts got even faster, his breathing more labored and he groaned loud giving in to his high, that pussy drunk look in his eyes was priceless.

He let go of the headboard and propped himself up on his elbow so he wouldn't drop his weight on you. He touched your cheek kissing you softly and then rolled over on the bed sighing "I don't know what I was expecting, but you definitely surprised me miss."

You felt your face getting hot as reality hit you again.

You moved to get up but he grabbed your arm "Hey where are you going? Come here." He pulled you into his arms and you could feel your body tense, you actually went to bed with your boss on the second day on the job, technically you had been working for two weeks but that was the second day since you saw him in person and it felt wrong somehow.

"I can see the smoke coming out of your ears, your brain shorting out from thinking too much. Relax sweetheart."

You sighed and he lifted your chin to face him "Did I ever say you're a pretty little thing?"

You smiled "yes, you did."

He nodded. "Fine, now you need to sleep and rest because I'm taking you to Switzerland with me tomorrow."

You widened your eyes "What? No, I have work to do here."

He shook his head, "Darling, I'm your job, you're my assistant, you do what I want, remember? I want you in Switzerland with me."

You nodded biting your lip "Anything else, Mr Stark?"

He smirked "You will find out eventually, Miss y/l/n"

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𝔏𝔢𝔱'𝔰 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔲𝔭

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔱𝔴𝔬

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ˚ Eddie Munson x (f)reader

𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 ˚ you and your bestie (Joan) decide to have a sleepover at the trailer park, giving you the chance to finally meet the loud-mouthed metalhead from school.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ˚ eighteen+ content, minors dni, drug use, praise kink if u squint, hair play, a pinch of dom Eddie, dry humping, fingering, f receiving oral.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 ˚ 8.8k

𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜 ˚ Let's get it up - ACDC 81'

𝑒𝑡𝑐 ˚ I plan on making a part 2 maybe even a 3 depending on if y’all like it. Sorry, this is so long but the brain rot for Eddie Munson is alive and well dahlings, Enjoy ♡.

⫘𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡/𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒/𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 & 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑥𝑜𝑥𝑜.⫘

New to Hawkins, Your mom decided to pack up and move you and your little brother for a fresh start. Not being the impressionable new toy at school after a couple of weeks, all the cliques picked up that you weren’t joining them, and you never really fit into any social clubs anyways. You just went to school and wanted to be alone, not fake being happy with people you didn’t like. This didn’t help in the friends’ department but at least you had Joan.

She was the first person that helped you on your first day scrambling to find your homeroom. You two have been attached at the hip ever since. Everyone else at school seems very stuck up and into the social hierarchy of high school. Joan didn’t give a shit just as much as you, maybe that’s why you both got along so easily.

Joan invited you for a sleepover this Friday night at her trailer. You were excited to get to know her more, the two of you never really hung out after school before. So you obviously take her up on her offer, packing your sleepover essentials in your school bag for Friday.

The final bell rings, stinging your ears, releasing you from Ms.O'Donnell's class. The torture of hearing her go on and on about the essay due this Monday and god forbid you hear her yell "Munson!" again at that loud metal head that sits in the far right corner of the class.

You gather up your things from your desk and look up to see Ms.O'Donnell walking furiously up to "Munson" behind you. Feeling bad for him you turn and shoot him a sincere smile. You've been on O'Donnell's bad side before. Your first week trying to juggle all your classes coming in weeks late, and she wasn't one to care for any excuses.

He looks back at you for a second but his view gets blocked by Ms.O'Donnell finally making her way to him. You shove your books into your already stuffed bag and get outta there fast before that rage is turned on you too.

At your locker, putting your books away, you hear a slam into the locker next to you.

"Augh- I hate high school."

You look over to see Joan's eyes closed frustrated at the day she had.

"don't we all,"

You nudge her to try and cheer her up with a smile.

She returns a small smile back at you

"At least we get the whole night to make up for today"

you nod agreeing, excited to finally get out of the house for once.

Joan and you hop in her car, You stop at the gas station for Slurpees and head to her place.

You had never been to the trailer park before, Once you finally arrived the smell of cigarettes and weed-filled your lungs, Intriguing you, wondering if Joan was into weed or anything so you could try something.

The stress from school and the move had you ready to try anything to take the edge off. You both finished up your Slurpees outside listening to the radio blasting from her neighbour’s porch, soaking in the start of the sunset.

Her trailer was small but just enough for her and her mom who was working a night shift tonight. The place was filled with the cutest décor, yellows, oranges and browns cascaded everywhere. She plants you in front of the TV with the task of finding something to watch while she cooks up some mac n cheese for dinner. After watching some TV and eating Joan asks if you wanted to go for a smoke with her.

"I never smoked before.."

You sound more nervous than you mean to but still hoping she will offer you to try.

"c’mon it's okay if you don't want to smoke just come anyway, I wanted to tell you about the shit that happened today at school."

You didn't even realize how long you two were mindlessly watching Tv together, The sun was already down. The trailer park was pitch dark except for everyone's small porch lights and the occasional string lights around some. The lack of streetlights made the night sky illuminate above you. She brings you over to the bench placed closer to the entrance of the trailer park, a little bit of a walk away from her trailer.

"This is my favourite spot, sometimes you can hear heavy metal playing at night, I’ve also carved 70% of the things into this table."

It seemed like just an ordinary park table but the closer you looked you can see the history carved into the wood. You both sat on top of the table, Joan places a cigarette in her mouth, you were a little disappointed it wasn't weed but what can you do. She illuminated her face with the lighter in the darkness and lit her smoke. Inhaling and exhaling with a deep sigh, Like the cigarette eased her troubles.

You sit back listening to Joan rant about her day giving her the occasional nod and "mm" so she knows you're listening and there for her.

You get distracted by bright headlights illuminating the area, a loud van charging into the park and coming to an even louder halt at the trailer in front of you. This didn't faze Joan at all, like she was used to it, she just kept going on talking.

A shadow with big fluffy hair climbs out of the van and runs inside. You wondered how normal loud noises were out here for everyone since no one else really cared or noticed, in your neighbourhood someone would’ve called the cops just for the noise alone.

You turn to look up at the stars mesmerized by how bright they were out here. Protruding out of the deep darkness of the night sky. You can’t remember the last time you looked up and saw so many stars, you’re usually in your room, never really going out at night. Even when you did the stars never looked this good.

The faint scent of weed starts to creep around you both making you snap out of your star-gazing trance. Looking over at Joan you hope she’s noticed it too. Nope, busy carving into the table with her pocket knife.

Smelling around like a wild dog you get her attention making her giggle.

"I don't got any if that's what you’re looking for, I thought you didn’t smoke anyways y/n"

Joan says to you curiously shooting you a puzzled look.

"I don't but I wanted to try maybe the next sleepover we can?"

Joan smiles at you like she never expected this side of you but nods in agreement.

Sitting up to look around and you see that fluffy-haired shadow sitting on their porch swing smoking. The fuzzy hair was illuminated by the faint porch light and the pull of the joint in their mouth.

The culprit of the smell.

An idea pops into your head. You nudge Joan and flash your eyes to the figure while smirking so she can understand what you're thinking.

She smiles back and winks at you, inhaling deeply like she’s about to dive into water,

"HEY EDDIE, YOU ARE A GENTLEMAN RIGHT ?!"

Joan shouts at the figure making their head snap in our direction immediately.

His hand shot up to his forehead looking our way like it would help him see us any better out here in the pitch dark. He gets up from his seat and jumps off his porch running over to us like a madman, making you both giggle. Stopping right in front of you both his feet kicked dirt from stopping so abruptly, he cleared his throat with a little cough

"uh - Hello ladies, you called? "

His voice was like velvet and the smirk painted on his lips caught your attention.

Analyzing his features you realize it's the "Munson" from your class. Still wearing that hellfire shirt from earlier today.

"hey, I know you-" you start

"-Ms.O'Donnell's !" he cuts you off

He scratched his cheek looking at you, now analyzing your features too.

"Yeah, uh thanks for that beautiful smile today"

He sounds a little nervous but changes that by flashing you a wink.

Your cheeks start to heat up as you shoot him another smile.

Joan clears her throat loudly to snap you two out of your trance.

"uh we wondered if you had any weed to spare, It’s a special occasion…I'm taking her virginity tonight."

Joan explains to Eddie with a smirk knowing exactly how that sounded. His eyes widen and his face dropped a little looking at both of you a couple of times until he finally spoke again. Scratching his head he says,

"i-i- uh yeah I think I have some uh hold on.."

He bows to you both dramatically “m’ladies” then he franticly runs back into his trailer like his life depended on it.

You turn your head to look at Joan and she’s raising her brow at you.

"what was that hmm?"

she’s beaming at you hoping for any juicy details on you and Eddie.

Rolling your eyes at her, knowing all she wants to do is gossip.

"I just saw him getting shit from O'Donnell today and gave him a smile, I don't even know the guy c’mon"

"hm okaaaay" smiling at you like she doesn't believe a word you say.

“well he’s the leader of that hellfire club at school, but I’m sure you know that already.” She teases at you.

“didn’t know he was the ‘leader’ but yeah they play like board games right?”

“Some say they do sacrifices and bring back the dead.” She says in a haunting voice holding her hands out like a zombie as you both giggle.

she lets out a small exhale once you both stop giggling,

“Eddies a sweetheart though, we both grew up together but we don’t hang much at school, I bought some weed off of him here and there, always a gentleman.”

You were excited to get to know more about this loud gentleman of a drug dealer.

Eddie seems to take his time so you both lean back into the table together to get comfier as you start to tell her about your day after she asked.

You both get distracted mid-conversation by the stomping of Eddies feet as he jumps off his porch again, ignoring the steps completely. Running over to us again, out of breath, he presents a mighty joint to us with a sinister smile.

Joan and you scoot over giving him a spot between the two of you on the table. He plops down between you. The three of you lay down on the table heads looking up at the night sky again.

Your senses are filled with the smell of cologne, sweet cinnamon. You thought to yourself, did he really go put on cologne just to smoke weed with us? Even though the cologne was strong it couldn’t mask the cigarette smell on him. You also notice his hair looked a little less messy as he lay down next to you. His skin looked so soft under the glow of the moon, almost making you grow a desire to touch it. You look away as you sense his head turning to look at you so you didn’t get caught staring.

Eddie breaks the silent peace,

"so, what are we uh looking at here,"

Eddie says confused looking at the same star-plastered sky as us.

"the stars."

You respond a little too snappy at him, giving him a raised brow.

Causing him to turn and look at you, the corner of his lip curling up.

"my bad sweetheart."

Holding his hands up like he was being arrested.

Making you giggle and shake your head, returning your gaze up. The way he said sweetheart made your belly fill with butterflies, stunting you. You’ve never understood the term butterflies in your tummy until now.

Eddies body springs up, folding his legs together and sitting up between us. He waves the joint in circles around your face and starts his monologue, in an old-time accent, his very dramatic hands start waving about,

"Here thee lays the sacrificial virgin of the night, as the whispering stars gaze upon us on this monumental evening, the deflowering of this lost lamb will commence this very hour, A burning of flowers to seal the deal..."

You both burst out giggling at his on-the-spot theatrics. Springing up to join him sitting. You also wanted to join in on the fun too,

"I thee taketh this token bestowed upon me, with gratitude and honour, thank you, masters."

You exclaim trying to mimic eddies voice as you grab the sacred joint held out to you in Eddie’s palms with his head bowed down.

You all laugh together and once it dies down you can feel Joan's eyes piercing you with her suspicions of you and Eddie. You don’t blame her, she’s never seen you this goofy and blushing a mess before. You choose to ignore her daggering eyes as the nerves of smoking for the first time start to set in.

Your stomach sinks, and now that the time has come every bad thing you’ve ever heard about ‘weed’ and ‘bad trips’ racks your brain. You look up to see they’ve definitely both noticed your mood change.

"It’s honestly not that scary y/n, it'll feel weird at first but a good weird trust me."

Joan tries easing your anxiety, her words making you relax a bit.

"y/n, hm she has a name.."

Eddie sounds like his curiosity was fulfilled finally, mystery solved in his mind. As he rubs his chin. Your name sounded so pretty on his tongue. You shake your head, trying to wash out your thoughts of Eddie that just kept getting more intense.

"Listen, it's just like ripping off a bandage, I can start it for you if you want. Show you how? Hm?"

Eddie offers to try and take the pressure off of you.

"No !" Joan protests at Eddie with a wave of her hand and a stern look.

"It’s her special night it’s goodluck to start it off with the virgin!"

You wave to both of them to calm down, indicating to them that you’re ready, enough fussing.

Eddie scoots back immediately so the three of you are sitting in a triangle, legs crossed, knees touching each other. A perfect weed triangle held together by budging knees. You put the joint to your lips and look at Eddie holding the lighter.

The stench of weed instantly takes over your senses as you watch Eddie examine you, making sure you're ready. He pulls in close to you, right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your cheek, tickling your skin. Your skin instantly starts burning at how close he is to you.

"you just pull, inhale, hold it as long as you can, then exhale, it’s easy don’t worry sweetheart"

He whispers in your ear sending shivers down your spine, feeling like your stomach will surely burst from the butterflies now. You both lock eyes as he pulls away, his eyes so warm and inviting, making you feel safe. You can feel how warm your body is like you have a full-body blush. The effect he had on you by just whispering caught you off guard.

"ready?" he says in a low voice, slightly raising a brow at you.

You nod at him holding the joint to your lips again, still not breaking eye contact.

He flicks the lighter on illuminating his face, you can see the spots of hazel in his eyes, the texture of his fluffy hair, and how full his lips are. Your thoughts trail off and he’s pulling the lighter closer to you. Lighting the joint, you try to remember his steps...

Pull…

inhale...

"Good, good, hold it" he coaches you.

You feel the smoke start to burn in your chest. Like a ball of fire growing bigger every second.

"okay exhale!" Joan chimes in loudly

You slowly exhale trying not to do it too fast but you start coughing for your life as the smoke clears your throat of all its moisture. You are coughing for your life. Eddie places his hand on your back rubbing it to help you out. The initial contact was missed due to your hacking. But the back rub is helping, you think, or maybe it just feels really good and is distracting you from the pain of breathing right now. Eddie and Joan are dying laughing and Joan is clapping at you. Making the most noise, your surprised no one has come out to complain yet.

"CONGRATULATIONS YOU ARE NO LONGER PURE Y/N!!" Joan shouting at you like we are the only people in the world right now. Trying to give her your best smile as you are still trying to catch your breath. Finally, you stop coughing, still feeling the hard sting in your chest.

Passing the lit joint to Eddie, he grabs it with his left hand that’s free, the other still rubbing circles into your back. You can feel his touch getting more and more intense on your body as you settle into your high, body senses being heightened, and his big hand rubbing you felt so good.

You watch him smoke like a pro, making you feel like a chump for coughing your life out. But the sight of him smoking made something in you awaken, watching his lips crush into the joint and then blow smoke out had you hypnotized. He was mesmerizing to you. He then passes it to Joan, she grabbed it with a bow of her head as a thank you to him. Making him crack a smile at her.

Joan took her hit but coughed a little, you wanted to get back at her for laughing at you and say ‘HA YOU COUGHED TOO’ but Eddie’s hand stopped rubbing you, distracting you from your thought completely. Immediately missing contact with him.

He put both his hands on the table leaning back into them as he relaxed, let out a sigh and looked up at the stars again but with his new elevated state. His rings and hair are highlighted by the soft glow of the night sky, eyes glossy, cheeks flush.

Joan nudged your knee snapping you out of staring at Eddie, "here round 2" she smiles at you passing the joint back to you. She too joins in the star gazing with Eddie as you start your next hit.

This time you exhale before your chest starts to burn and you don’t hack a lung thankfully.

"there you go, good girl" Eddie hums toward you.

Feeling startled, you didn't realize he's been watching you. You look over to Joan, She’s making a face, eyes wide like she noticed the way he said that too.

You try passing the joint to Eddie but he’s staring up into the stars again. Maybe the weed is making you a little too confident, you stretch over and place it on his lips for him. He grabs your elbow to hold your hand in place as he pulls from the joint looking at you. The intensity in his eyes makes you feel weak. His face is beautifully lit by the joint as he inhales, Eyes pouring into yours.

Finally, he releases your arm from his grasp and you guide the joint over to Joan. But notice she's got her hand on her head watching the two of you interact. You feel your cheek heat up and realize the two of you have been very touchy, well mainly Eddie. But you just changed that with the new confidence gained from the joint.

She shakes her head and smiles, grabbing the joint from you, eyeing you down like a hawk. Now you’ll try your best to resist looking at Eddie, for the sake of Joan and making her any more uncomfortable.

You start playing with your fingers instead. Maybe mumbling around your fingers will help your eyes from looking to your left again. Oddly enough it’s working, you start spinning circles around your fingers, making your own optical illusion for your high state of mind to fixate on. Mesmerized, until you get a nudge from your right. Joan handed you the deviled lettuce yet again like you needed to be any more intoxicated than you already are.

"well… how is it virgin?" Joan asks excitement painted on her face, beaming at you.

"i-its very intense"

You try to explain but your tongue feels like jello making words coming out sound weird. You feel how heavy your eyes are getting too, feeling like sandbags. You are not even sure if it’s Eddie or the weed making your body flutter with butterflies and making your skin burn from blushing. You really can't make out the difference, maybe it's both.

Eddie chuckles to himself "makes you feel like Jello hm ?"

Like he read your mind completely, making you second guess if you spoke your thoughts out loud just now. Nodding in agreement to answer him because words aren’t working for you at the moment.

"it always makes me wanna listen to music and just be. Ya know?"

Joan expresses herself to both of you, letting her inner thoughts out.

"mm m-music." you mumble out trying to join in conversation with her.

Making them both chuckle at you trying to speak again, seems that speaking is getting harder each time. You go in for your third puff making it very small, you know you won’t be able to handle any more after this.

"scared of the flower now?"

Eddie raises a brow at you grinning as he watches you.

Smiling back at him "no.."

You say sarcastically looking away as you pass the joint to him again. His smile makes you more nervous, scared he’ll notice that just looking at him is affecting you in all aspects, physically and mentally right now. And you told yourself to not make Joan uncomfortable anymore.

You noticed the joint is almost finished, you pray Eddie and Joan finish it before it comes back to you again.

Eddie exhales his puff very painfully slow, making your eyes wander over to him, big mistake. He looks so beautiful, smoke pouring out of his lips, you can’t help but admire him as he nudges Joan and passes the joint to her, you watch his hands.

The rings glisten in the light reminding you of when they were rubbing your back, making you feel so good. The memory of him touching you consumed your mind, you started to feel that burn over your body again, like your whole body was blushing. Just watching him had you like this, like you were under a spell, maybe it’s just the weed…it can’t be, look at him, he’s the culprit…

"The sacred virgin joint is finished, Congratulations little lamb," Eddie says with a clap snapping you out of your daydream. You look over and he flashes you a little wink making a smile smear across your face.

You rest your hands to your sides to hold you up on the table like Eddie and Joan are and lean back trying to relax into your high and mimic them, looking up above you.

Looking at the stars you try to find patterns and constellations, feeling consumed by the overwhelming amount of stars. Eddie’s fingertips touch your left hand as he shifts his position, so lightly, that you chose not to react to it hoping he will get closer.

The smallest touch sends tiny sparks up your arm, you can feel yourself getting goosebumps. He inches closer a little bit and you start to play with each other fingertips, it felt good. Not looking at each other you flirt with your fingers. It sends more tickles up your arm like electricity, more intense as time goes on. Still not looking at him, you look to check on Joan and you see her falling asleep in an upright position making you laugh out loud.

Your laugh startled her awake. Feeling bad for how loud you were laughing you put your hand to your mouth to muffle yourself, breaking the finger flirt with Eddie. She tried to gather any consciousness she had after being awoken.

"Guys I'm fucking exhausted" she confesses to you both with sleepy hooded eyes

"y/n, you know where my trailer is right ?"

"you don’t want me to come?" you ask her, concerned about why she’s trying to leave without you.

"no no don’t worry, weed always does this to me, enjoy the stars come back when you get sleepy too, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you."

you nod at her, shooting her a little pout as she gets up to leave.

Suddenly you realize that means you will be alone with Eddie, making you very nervous.

"well walk you there c’mon Eddie" you slap his leg lightly.

He gets pulled away from whatever trance he was in, and smirks looking at your hand and then at you. He looks up to see Joan up from the table,

"no ! Joan you leaving the party !?"

"Eddie, I’m legit a zombie right now, I need my bed."

He smiles at her and nods like he understands that feeling all too well.

He jumps off the table and stands in front of you holding his hand out for you to grab. You let him help you off the table, blushing from the small amount of contact with each other’s hands. The three of you start your journey to Joan’s trailer, you and Joan holding each other by your waists as you walk, Eddie waltzing around the two of you like a goof making you guys giggle.

“How come you two have never hung out with me at school? Am I too cool?”

Eddie teases you two.

“C’mon Eddie you know that place makes me want to hurl plus you have your little posse around you all the time.”

Joan seems a little taken aback by eddies question.

“The little posse is Hellfire club. You guys should join Hellfire, the game today was insane. You guys might be surprised how fun it is”

“Trouble finding members ?”

Joan teases Eddie back.

You watch them interact together like siblings, you can tell they’ve known each other long and talking seems so natural, the banter back and forth.

“AND WHAT ABOUT YOU DARLING?”

Eddie's voice raised stomping over to you, waking you from your inner thoughts.

“i- um I’m not sure how to even play.”

“well, I’m a wonderful teacher, anytime your free let me know.”

Eddie winks at you making you look away to smile. The thought of seeing Eddie alone makes your stomach twist, he makes you so nervous but you love the feeling.

Finally making it to the trailer Joan goes to hug Eddie goodbye, he pats her back and she whispers something to him that you can’t hear, you see lips crack a smile and he chuckles "anytime Joany" he flashes finger guns at her and she rolls her eyes. She comes to hug you, now whispering in your ear just like she did with Eddie.

"Good luck, I’ll keep the door unlocked for you… if you need it, love ya"

Sealing it off with a kiss on your already blushing cheek. She ran up her steps stopping at her door and blowing kisses at you two as you walked back to the table, shooting her kisses right back.

Once we were finally out of Joan’s line of sight and alone Eddie cleared his throat.

"so ah, how you liking O'Donnell?"

"you wanna talk about school ?..really?"

he scoffs at you, pressing his hand to his chest as you wounded him. His feet made a halting noise in the gravel. His dramatics made you feel bad.

“I’ve noticed she doesn’t care for any excuses” you nudge him playfully.

“Yeah, she’s definitely got it out for me.”

You guys make it to the table and you climb up to sit on the top, while he decides to stand in front of you.

"well, it’s been a very hard class for me, with so many distractions. She can’t really blame me" waving his hands around making crazy eyes at you.

"oh really?" you question playfully

"You actually seem to be the biggest distraction in that class, I thought your name was Munson the way I hear it every day."

His face beams at you, and a shit-eating grin smears across his face.

"You think about me every day? wow."

You roll your eyes at him. “please” you say low, almost a whisper.

His face softens as he steps closer to you, his body standing between your dangling legs. He pulls out a cigarette pack from his pocket, grabs a pen stuck into the side, placing it in his mouth as he puts the cigarette pack back in his pocket.

He locks eyes with you then down at your hand. He holds his palm for you to put your hand in, you flash him a questioning brow and place your hand in his. He raises his knee and places your hand on it, using his leg as a table, He starts to scribble some numbers on your hand.

The pen scrapping on your skin hard, the pen is almost out of ink. “sorry.” He whispers as he looks at your wincing face from the sharp scratches. He finishes and sticks the pen back in his pocket, he looks at his work and bends down, raising your hand to his lips, and looks up at you.

You’re watching his every move. He winks and presses his lips onto your knuckles. His lips felt so soft and gentle, sending waves throughout your body, you wanted those lips on yours. You wanted him all over you.

"so you won’t forget me"

You peek over to look at your hand, he wrote his number on you with a big smiley face and what seemed to be a heart, making you smile.

"I don’t think it’s possible to forget you Eddie."

You say to him in a shy low voice with a soft smile. You look up to him, Your eyes are melting into each other.

He pulls in closer to you, you feel his breath on your lips, you swear you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, you both close your eyes, soaking in this moment, breathing in each other. You feel his lips crush into yours passionately as he grabs the back of your neck, stroking your cheek with his thumb and pulls you in even more. So intense the kiss was making you weaker with every second, both of your lips begging for more. You let out a soft muffled moan as he starts to push his tongue into your mouth deepening the kiss even more twirling tongues together, feeling each other.

Every move he made was making you weaker and you were burning. You were on fire for him, your heart pacing like it ran a marathon. You needed his touch, you didn't want the kiss to end, Eddie pulls his lips away painfully slow, looking at you, searching every inch of your face as his other hand comes to hold your face too. Your face held in his palms as he just looked at you so endearing.

"beautiful."

He whispers as he watches you in awe under the moonlight.

You feel flustered at his words trying to hide your face now, all of a sudden feeling vulnerable.

He grabs your chin with his left hand and rubs his thumb so lightly on your swollen bottom lip, watching your lips like they were heaven, plants a painfully slow hard kiss on your lips and pulls away. Leaving your body begging for more, craving him in every way.

He twirls and starts to rub his arms like he’s all of a sudden cold in front of you.

"it’s uh, getting kind of chilly out here... you want to come inside ?"

You can tell he’s nervous about how you’ll react, scratching his cheek.

He looks at you and holds his hand out for yours to join, wiggling his fingers. You place your hand in his and he pulls you off the table hard and twirls you around. Makes you giggle and beam at how goofy and playful he is.

He takes your hand and places it on his cheek, his skin is as soft as you thought it would be, and he drops his head into your touch, closing his eyes like he’s in bliss. You bring your other hand up to rest on his shoulder, his hair brushing your skin so lightly. He places his hands around your waist and pulls you closer. Your face rests on his chest, his head using your head as a pillow. You both hold your embrace, swaying together for what feels like forever, in the best way it could. You feel a soft press of his lips on your forehead as you both decide it’s time to go inside. He guides you holding onto your shoulder, rubbing it to warm you up.

Eddie holds the door open, extending his arm out for you to walk in, you look around scanning the place. The smell of cigarettes and beer is almost overpowering, cans scattered over the counter, couch looking sunken in with blankets thrown all over it, looking enticingly comfy.

"Sorry for the mess, I-I wasn’t expecting any guests,"

he says nervously as he franticly tries to clean up.

"no-no it’s okay don’t worry," you reassure him, as you wander around, taking everything in.

You sit down on a stool close to where Eddie was across the kitchen, waiting for him to finish. The state of this trailer was the least of your worries, your body was still on fire just looking at him franticly cleaning random beer cans and throwing dishes in the sink.

He really had you under his spell. Thinking about his lips on yours again makes your heart leap, missing them already, even though he's only a few steps away. You've sat in the same class as him for almost a month now and you never even said hi to each other, now you kick yourself for not doing it sooner. This whole time.. he was right there.

You feel his hand pet your hair softly, as he steps in front of you.

"you okay?"

you look up at him into his worried eyes,

"We sat in the same room every day.."

He blushed at what you were trying to say to him,

"I would've come up to you but I wasn't sure if you hated me or not."

He shoots a smile and throws his hands in an 'oh well' manner

“Why would you think I hated you?”

Even the thought of you hating Eddie makes you cringe, he’s funny and sweet, maybe a little loud but he makes up for it with that beautiful smile of his.

He doesn’t respond, looking behind you, seemingly lost in thought of why he would suggest you hated him. You pout at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes to get any response from him.

It snaps his attention back to you. Your face seemed to have an effect on him, he looked at your lip and ran his thumb across it and pulled in for what seemed to be a kiss but he bites your bottom lip that's sticking out. His teeth sank into your flushed lip stinging. You yelp not expecting it and it makes him laugh.

He pulls away, tugging his jacket off and tossing it on the couch. Getting comfy in his palace. With the jacket now off you can see some of his tattoos, piquing your interest, you wonder if there’s more under his shirt too.

"you uh like music?"

He asks as he walks towards the hallway assuming you will follow.

"um yeah doesn't everyone?" you respond as jump off your stool and follow his voice.

He walks into a room at the end of the hall, you scan the room, as Eddie is looking through tapes trying to find one for the two of you. It’s got to be his bedroom, band posters everywhere, cigarette buds, magazines, amps, and you look up to see a beautiful guitar sitting on his dresser against a mirror. Mesmerized you walk up to it. You always wanted to learn to play but it never happened, you still appreciated a beautiful guitar if you saw one regardless if you could play.

"wow she’s beautiful"

You say in awe touching the strings on his black and red guitar, making a small hum on the strings. You hear Eddies found a tape as music fills the room, still low enough to hear each other. You recognize the album, it was one of your favourites. A thought crossed your mind wondering if Eddie could read minds, the Jello feeling and now this. Felt like he knew you, but you didn’t know much about him, but you wanted to.

You feel Eddie's arms wrap around your waist pulling you back into him. His body is warm against your back, His big hands holding your waist send signals throughout your body. You feel his breath on your ear "yeah, you are" he kisses the top of your ear. Sending chills through you, closing your eyes in bliss.

Opening them to watch Eddie in the mirror on you. He pulls your hair to the side exposing your neck to him, his other hand rubbing your hip, he places soft delicate kisses up your neck. The sight of him on you drives you wild as you watch him shower you in kisses. Feeling his lips press into your skin makes your lips grow jealous, biting your lip trying to satisfy your growing hunger for him.

You whip yourself around so you’re facing him, blushing after you look up and see his shocked face in reaction to you pulling away from his neck kisses. His hands go right back to your hips as they belong there.

His brow flies up at you,

“don’t like my kisses baby?”

Him calling you baby stops all train of thought in your brain, it sounded so good to hear him call you that, you wanted to be his. He watches you as you process how amazing it would be to be his completely.

He pushes you back into the dresser, You feel the dresser digging into your back, keeping his eyes on you he lifts you up onto the dresser from your thighs so your sitting. You spread your legs so he can fit between you. He’s pressed right up to the dresser with you. You bring your hands up to rest on his neck, feeling the soaring heat off of his skin. His hands move from your hips and creep under your shirt, stopping at your waist, his warm hands resting on your skin, you can feel small licks of cold coming from his rings.

He’s watching your every move, drinking you in with his stare. You look up to him, you wanted to feel his hair between your fingers. You start to play with the beautiful fluffy hair resting in your hands. he looks at you with hunger in his eyes, his brows furrow a bit as you play with his hair more, wrapping your fingers into his hair, massaging him, he’s loving it. His eyes close in bliss as you keep playing, becoming puddy in your hands.

His head starts falling back a bit giving you full access to his neck, you can’t control your urge anymore. Watching his neck exposed made you yearn for him. You pull into him and start kissing his chin down to his neck he lets out soft exhales as you shower him in kisses just as he did to you. Your lips devour him, his breathing getting heavier making you burn to please him more. His hands dig into your soft skin as he tries to control himself.

Starting to use your tongue, making swirls on his neck with each kiss, you start playing with his hair more as you work your way up to his ear. Lightly take his earlobe between your teeth and press into his skin. He struggles to hold his moan, something in him switches instantly. He grabs your face pulling you off of him, looking at each other you can see his eyes are darker full of want and desire.

"you’re driving me insane y/n."

He breathes and he pushes a hard kiss into you, His tongue pushing into your mouth consuming you as you hold him in closer around his neck.

His hands move from your waist to your back and starts rubbing circles, just like he did outside and your head falls back in pure bliss, Stopping the intense kiss you both were in.

"I knew you liked that a little too much out there"

he says with a huge smile plastered on his face

"shhhh" you whisper at him grabbing his shirt and pulling his lips back into yours again, this time pushing your tongue into him, searching his mouth, feeling his moans vibrate through you.

You wrap your legs around him, craving any friction between your legs, you were aching to be touched. You push yourself forward so you can feel him, You feel his hard bulge pressing against your throbbing clit, begging to be touched just as much as he is. Desire burning through both of you.

He starts moving his hips into you, pressing himself onto where you need it most. The sensation is almost too much to bear as you whine and moan into his mouth as you both are still lost in each other’s mouths.

You try to move one of your arms off of his neck hoping he's too distracted by your kissing and start to head for his jeans to release his throbbing cock from its tight confinement. You feel his arm grab your wrist hard.

"not yet baby."

He coos, locking eyes with you, he moves your hand to his mouth where he kisses every knuckle and licks the tip of your thumb sending delicious signals to your clit. Making you think about his tongue on you.

You watch him with your mouth open just a little, giving him the idea to bring his hand to you, you hold his hand and return the favour kissing every knuckle, licking the tip of his thumb, but not stopping there, you open your mouth for him and he slides his thumb in and you close your mouth on it and suck.

The taste of his thumb washes over your tongue, his eyes burning into you as he watches, he goes to kiss your forehead and rest his head on your shoulder in defeat.

"fuck," he breathes against your skin.

Feeling how bad he wanted you sends you into a frenzy, you needed to please him, you needed his moans to fill your ears. You release his thumb from your mouth. Turning to his face on your shoulder, kissing his ear,

"please"

You beg a whisper in his ear as you tug at his belt.

A smirk stretches across his face as he turns to you.

"wait like the good girl you are" he whispers on your lips.

You pout again at him, this feels like torture you can feel how wet you are and he hasn’t even touched you there.

He nips at your bottom lip sticking out and starts kissing your chin working his way down your neck, sucking and pulling, definitely leaving his mark on you for tomorrow, you moan at the painful pleasure he’s giving you.

He tries to pull your shirt off of you to gain access to more, you help him out by taking it off, but cover yourself with your hands.

"you too." you protest at him with a smirk.

He sighs and obliges pulling his hellfire shirt off by grabbing the back of it and tossing it on the ground next to yours. You are mesmerized by his exposed body, so many places to kiss still, you fixate on his tattoos, moving your hands from yourself to touch him.

You softly press your hands onto his chest over his tattoo looking up at him in wonder, wanting to know about every mark on him. Moving your hands to his arms, you trace his tattoos with your fingers, slowly. Feeling the slightly raised skin on each mark. You wanted to press your lips into every inch of him. He grabs your hand softly bringing it to his mouth, planting little kisses inside your palm. You fixate on his lips as he puts your hand back down to rest beside you.

He backs up, admiring you, looking at your new exposed flesh now biting his lip in desire. He comes back after making you feel shy again, he grabs your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the dresser.

He starts exploring your chest, trailing kisses and his tongue along your burning skin. Letting out little moans like kissing you is pleasuring him, he wraps his arms around your back, snapping your bra off, you let it fall into the pile. he steps back again, soaking the vision of you in and you gush at the daggers his eyes are placing on you.

"so fucking beautiful my god."

His words travel through you adding fuel to the burning fire inside of you.

He grabs your face and kisses you hard, moving his hands down to your bottom. He lifts you off the dresser, still kissing you as he places you down on his bed, kicking off some books that were on the end. His bed was very soft, and you both sunk into it.

He looks at you after pulling away from your deep kiss, holding himself up by his elbow, his eyes intensely analyzing your face, you shoot him a warm smile. Making his face light up.

“hey, that smile is what got us into this mess.”

He says to you as he leans in to kiss your nose.

You stick your tongue at him playfully, he seems enticed by it and climbs on top of you.

His hands grab your wrists, planting a kiss on each. Then holds them above your head wrapped between his hand, and pressed into the bed.

You look at him as you can see the hunger in his eyes again, he presses a hard kiss into your lips, moving his way back to your chest, kissing your neck as you feel his free hand grab a hold of your aching breast, teasing and playing with your hardnipples between his fingertips.

His rings sent waves of chills every time they bushed against your sensitive nipples. Soon enough his warm lips were on them sucking and pulling, flicking his tongue around them making your hips buck from the pleasure, leaving his marks along your skin. You couldn’t help the moans that escaped from you even a little, you were all his right now.

He keeps moving down as he kisses you, lower, and lower, and he finally releases your wrists to give himself access to more of you. He’s at your jeans looking up at you to grant him access.

"Eddie please" you whisper at him, taking over his role and teasing your nipples yourself.

That’s all he needed, he starts undoing your jeans slipping them off of you. You watch as he soaks in every inch of you with his eyes. He goes back between your legs and starts kissing, exploring and worshiping your body all over.

Feeling him all over you is all you’ve wanted all night, his touch, his hunger for you, the pressure between your thighs is unbearable now. You can feel how soaked you are, embarrassed by it honestly but all Eddie has done is tease you.

He rests his head on your thigh as he lets his hands explore your legs, massaging your inner thighs, inching closer to where you need him, still teasing, he’s torturing you.

“Please baby” you whine, needing him so bad you don’t care how you sound.

“I know sweetheart.” he brushes over your lips making you hold your breath.

He pulls your panties to the side, he lets his fingertips explore you, up and down your slit, slowly dipping in between into the pool of wet.

"baby your so wet for me" you can tell he’s smiling wide, proud of his work. He slips your panties off of you.

He finds your clit and starts to circle between his fingers slowly making you yelp from the pleasure. Finally, he’s where you need him. His fingers speed up erratically, making your moans even louder as you feel the pressure between your thighs even heavier now.

Your eyes shoot down when you can feel his breath right on your skin and feel his big hair brushing on your thighs, he’s looking up at you watching him, he takes you into his mouth. Your eyes fall back in bliss and your back arches, he grabs your hips to keep you in place, where he wants you.

He swirls his tongue around your clit as you curse in pleasure. Overstimulated you grab a hold of his long fluffy hair in your hand, he moves his tongue down to lap up your arousal, sticking his tongue into your entrance, circling, teasing you.

He moves back up to your clit and you start to grind yourself into his mouth, so close to your release. You feel his hand move from your hip, his finger teasing circles around your entrance, slipping his finger in you. Sending shockwaves through your body. You can feel your walls throbbing around his finger as he fucks you, adding another finger, stretching you, and making your eyes roll back.

Between his beautiful tongue on your clit, his fingers fucking you deeper and deeper, his moans vibrating your skin, feeling the cold steel of his rings at your entrance. Your muscles tense up, devouring every feeling he’s giving you, your legs start to shake, overwhelmed by all your senses, you see stars and your vision is blurred.

“F-fuck Eddie” you moan as you come undone to his touch and cum all over his fingers. He moans as you release all your pleasure onto him. You close your eyes hard still throbbing from your release.

You feel Eddie’s body on top of you. He’s on your lips, pushing his tongue into you, you can taste yourself on him. Making you smile, you open your eyes and hold his face in your palm, he looks at you,

“I like the way you moan my name baby” making your face heat up realizing you came moaning his name. He kisses your flushed cheeks chuckling at you being embarrassed.

“Hold on-“ he says to you as he runs out of the room.

Only a moment passes and he’s back with a towel for you, “here baby” you use the towel as he rumbles through his drawers.

“perfect” you hear him whisper to himself.

You look over to him holding up an extra hellfire shirt and smiling so big at you. He comes over to you and helps you slip into it. He looks you up and down “absolutely perfect” he beams at you kissing your forehead.

Suddenly feeling the aftermath of his work you are exhausted. Looking up at him with sleepy eyes, you fall into his chest making him chuckle, “okay baby let’s get you back to Joan…unless you wanted to stay here?”

“mm” is the only response you can give him as he just chuckles at your exhausted self.

He lifts you off the bed from your hip, opening the blanket up and placing you back down, covering you up, he leans down planting a soft long kiss on your lips, then turns off his lamp and turns the music down for you, quiet enough to fade asleep to.

You hear him walk out into the kitchen opening the fridge.

You open your heavy eyes to look around, the moonlight poking through his window illuminating his stack of magazines on the floor beside you. You see a naked woman on the cover and blush at the thought of Eddie using it to please himself.

Reminding you that you never got to taste him… It’s all you could think of, the hunger to please him restarts in you. You look over to the open bedroom door, the light from the kitchen pouring in.. enticing you…

𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎ℎ𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠..

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dira333 · 7 months

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To sing and to listen - Present Mic x reader

TW: grief, although lightly mentioned - Song is The Old Therebefore by Suzanne Collins

My Kofi if you want to tip me

The first time you called in was out of desperation.

Little Tobio was inconsolable in your arms, his loud cries turned into whimpers as you held him close in the night. He refused to fall asleep and you feared he would wake up the rest of the kids if he started screaming again.

“I want my grandpa.” He whimpered into your neck as you held him close.

“I know, Tobio. I know.” You rubbed circles into his back and turned the knob on your radio, hoping the music would calm him down a little even though singing to him hadn't helped.

Instead, you were greeted by a cheerful voice.

“Welcome back, Listeners! Tonight we’re answering all kinds of questions around the topic ‘heroes of the day’. I’m excited to hear from you. This is Present Mic with Hands Up Radio!”

Tobio pulled back his head to squint at the radio.

“Who’s that?” The little boy asked and you propped him up a little.

“That’s Present Mic. He’s a Hero who does Radio Shows as well.”

“What kind of hero?”

“I think he has a voice quirk… Wait…” You pulled your phone from your worn-out cardigan and pulled up the hero stats. “See? That’s him.”

Tobio giggled, the first happy sound of his today. “He’s got funny hair.”

“He does, doesn’t he?”

While an old ACDC song played on the Radio you managed to capture the boy in silly small talk but soon his eyes darkened again and you could feel him slip into his grief yet again.

“Shall we call him? Present Mic? We can ask him about his own grandpa or whatever you want.”

“We can?”

“Sure we can. But it’s pretty late so he will surely ask you to go to bed after that.”

Tobio pondered that for a moment until he nodded, blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Yes! I wanna ask him.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s see if we can get through.”

You turned the volume down on the radio and tapped around on your phone until you found the number. After two rings, the call connected and a friendly female voice called out to you. “Hell there and welcome to Hands Up Radio. If you’ll hang on for a second, you’ll be the next caller on air. Can you give me your name please?”

“Uh, yes. Sure. It’s ___, I’m here with my little friend Tobio.”

“Oh, how nice. And, you’re up.”

You get little time to steel your nerves before you hear Present Mic’s voice. You don’t know how old he is but his introduction to the world of Heroes has been rather recent. His voice sounds young though, and reminds you of someone your age.”

“Hello, Listener! You called in with a question and we’re excited to hear it! Let’s rock and rrrrrumble!”

Tobio giggles next to you and you press on, if only to keep him happy for longer.

“Hello, I’m calling with my little friend Tobio who wants to ask you something.”

“Well, hello there, Tobio! How are you tonight?”

“I’m fine.” Tobio squeaks and giggles. “How are you?”

“Absolutely fantastico, now that I’ve heard you! How old are you, my friend?!”

“I’m five and a half!” He exclaims proudly.

“This old already?! My my, I’ll have to watch out for your hero debut! Are you planning to become a hero?!”

“NO!” Tobio cries out happily, laughing along with Present Mic. “I’m gonna be a teacher like my grandpa!”

“A teacher?! What a grand idea! And what do you want to teach?”

“Volleyball!” Tobio’s scrambling in your arms now, almost as if he wants to crawl into the phone. “And other sports too, like grandpa, but mostly volleyball.”

“Sports education, what a great plan! Now, what do you or your mother want to ask?”

You laugh, embarrassed by the assumption. Tobio’s quick to handle it.

“___ is not my mom! She’s my best friend!” He corrects. “And I wanna ask… Do you have a grandpa too, Mr. Present Mic, Sir?”

“A grandpa? Well, of course, I have, and two of them as well! Both fabulous men, you know, but sadly they were not teachers like yours.”

“No?” Tobio’s eyes are big. “What did they do?”

Present Mic's voice now carries an almost lost touch to it, as he delves into his past.

“My mother’s dad was a singer and he was fantastic. He died very young, so I never met him. And my father’s dad is a rice farmer, with hands so big he could scoop you up and throw you around like you’re nothing but a bag of rice.”

“Can you give them a hug from me?” Tobio asks, his small voice loud in the quiet room. It’s quiet on the other side of the phone and when Present Mic answers, his voice is thick with emotion.

“Will do, little Tobio. Sadly, I have to answer more questions, but I guess it’s time for bed now for you, right?”

“Yes.” Tobio agrees. “I promise I’ll go to sleep. Sleep tight Mr. Present Mic, Sir!”

The call cuts off and you turn the volume on the radio up again, catching the emotion still clinging to Present Mic’s voice.

“My, my, what a boy.” He says. “He reminded us all to appreciate our loved ones tonight, wouldn’t you say? Let’s think of them with our next song, shall we?”

“Oba-san!” Little Toruu pulls on your pant leg. “Can we listen to the radio tonight?”

You agree willingly, heart still a little raw from Tobio leaving this week.

Sure, you were more than happy that they found his father’s cousin, a single woman in her thirties, who was more than willing to raise him now that his parents were dead and his grandpa in a nursing home. But you missed him, with his shy smile and blueberry eyes.

Toruu, two years older than Tobio, was dreaming of becoming a Hero himself. Sadly, his Quirk only seemed to allow him to increase the power of the Quirks around him.

He was a problem child, too smart for his own good and too stubborn to accept any advice.

“Bedtime was hours ago,” Toruu has the decency to look ashamed as he sits on a pillow in the middle of the room, three other boys crowded around him. Three more boys are sleeping, undeterred by the radio playing.

“We wanna talk to Present Mic too!” Takahiro explains, his hair a mess of pink locks and ripe strawberries growing out of them.

You sigh. Something like that happening should have been clear from the start. Tobio had never been one to keep a secret to himself.

“You too, Hajime, Issei?” Hajime has the decency to blush and curl into himself, almost resembling a turtle. Issei just stares at you with deep dark eyes. He’s learned not to talk too much, the birds taking flight from his mouth with every word hurting his throat.

“Alright, alright.” You take a seat in their circle. “Does everyone have their own question or do you just have one?”

Issei hands you a paper covered in his messy handwriting.

“You want me to read your question?” Issei nods.

“Mine too.” Hajime puts another note on top of the first, followed by Takahiro who’s suddenly not so convinced he can pull off talking to a radio host.

Toruu however, has his arms crossed over his chest. “I will talk myself.”

“Alright. But quietly. We don’t want to wake the others.”

“Welcome, Listener! What question do thee have for us?” Present Mic’s voice rumbles from the phone and Toruu presses against your side, suddenly shy.

“Hi, it’s me again.” You start, cringing at your own awkwardness. “Tobio had so much fun the others want to talk to you too.”

“The others? My, how many siblings are we talking?!”

“We’re not siblings!” Toruu complains angrily, not liking it one bit to be compared to little Tobio. “We live in a children’s home.”

“Toruu.” You chide him softly, before explaining. “I’m a caretaker at a children’s home. I’d rather not have the name aired on radio but the kids love your show. I’m here with the older boys tonight, Toruu is 8, Hajime is 8 and a half, and Issei and Takahiro are both nine. They all have a question each but want me to ask you for them.”

You’re a little breathless from your ramble but Present Mic just cooes excitedly over the phone.

“No way! I didn’t know I had such dedicated listeners! What do you guys want to be when you grow up?”

“I wanna be a hero!” Toruu calls out. “The best there is.”

The other three look up at you with big round eyes, only Takahiro brave enough to whisper “I want to work at a zoo.”

“Takahiro loves Zebra’s,” you explain. “Hajime wants to travel. And Issei wants to be a photographer.”

“My, my, what dedicated fellows we have here! Now, lets hear your questions, young Listeners! I’m so excited.”

Toruu, suddenly shy, nudges you to read the others first.

“Hajime wants to know if you’ve ever been outside of Japan.”

“I have! What a great question, Hajime! I went to England once and it was a-may-zing! Promise me to go there for me one day and think of me when you sit in the London Eye and look down at the city.”

“I promise,” Hajime whispers into the phone before pulling his head back into himself again.

Another look at Toruu who’s still shaking his head.

“Issei wants to know what your favorite bird is.”

“My favorite bird? That’s a tough question, little Listener! There are so many wonderful ones to choose from! But there’s one, with white feathers and a great haircut, if you ask me, who can talk back. That one should be named Present Mic’s favorite bird but I’ve forgotten its name, I’m afraid.”

“A cockatoo!” Issei calls out and a little sparrow springs from his lips, fluttering around the room. You whistle softly and it lands on your hand, settling in as if for the night.

“A cockatoo? How smart you are, my friend! Now, I believe we have two more questions to go?”

You know you’re taking up a lot of time. Grateful that he’s not rushing through this, you read out the next question. “Takahiro wants to know if you like strawberries. He grows them on his head.”

“I loooove strawberries!” Present Mic calls out excitedly and Takahiro blushes a perfect shade of strawberry red. “What an excellent quirk to have, my friend!”

“Do you need a sidekick?” Toruu interrupts him, voice a little breathy, eyes wide. “Because I have a quirk that enhances other quirks and I-”

“Wow, my friend, that is your quirk?!” Present Mic sounds thrilled as always, his tone just right to have Toruu beaming at you as he listens. “What an amazing quirk to have! Sadly we cannot take in any sidekicks under the age of fifteen, but I’ll be more than happy to have you by my side if you still want to be my sidekick then. Does that sound like a deal?”

“DEAL!”

The next week, you’re home in bed with a fever and a raw throat.

Next to your bed is the note that the girls scribbled onto, not wanting to miss out on questioning Present Mic. You’re sure they won’t mind waiting another week for their chance but half an hour before his show starts you wake up and are unable to fall asleep again.

You turn on the radio, telling yourself that you’ll only listen to his show until you feel tired enough to fall asleep again, but to your surprise, Present Mic sounds a little off today. His voice, usually cheerful, sounds almost timid today. You wonder if he got hurt in a fight or if he’s sick as well and before you know it, your phone is already in your hands.

The call connects almost instantly. You state your name and the female voice greets you cheerfully.

You miss half of Present Mic’s greeting because you have to sneeze violently.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” You begin before realizing that you’ve just sneezed AND cursed on live radio. He laughs and it sounds a little lighter than before.

“No worries, the weather this week must get to everyone, am I right?”

“About that!” You say, aware that your voice sounds a little rough right now. “I’m without the kids tonight because little Hitoka got a cold and therefore I got it too. I just wanted to ask… How are you?”

Silence follows your question and for a second you fear they have kicked you off the call until you hear a heavy sigh.

“I- I have to preface this by saying that I’m healthy, not hungry, not in want of clothes or a home or anything, but… it’s nice to hear a question like this on a day like today. You couldn’t know this nor anyone else out there but today is the anniversary of a good friend’s death and-” You can hear him swallow thickly and wonder how he might look right now.

You picture him like on of your kids. Maybe he turns grumpy when he’s sad, like Kei. Or he blubbers in tears like Asahi. Maybe it’s that picture that loosens your tongue, because Asahi only ever cheers up when you sing with him, but the words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, scratched up on the edges and a little breathless from the cold, but unmistaken.

“You’re headed for heaven, the sweet old hereafter, and I’ve got one foot in the door…” You sing, the melody too well-known to you after years of helping mourning children, “But before I can fly up, I’ve loose ends to tie up, right here in the old therebefore…”

He doesn’t interrupt you, and you keep singing, the words flowing a bit smoother now as if they’re coated in honey, soothing your throat.

“I’ll be along, when I’ve finished my song, when I’ve shut down the band, when I’ve played out my hand, when I’ve paid all my debts, when I have no regrets, right here in the old therebefore. When nothing is left anymore.”

You sing the whole song, wondering if your quirk might work through the radio, or if the words might soothe someone in all those listening.

When you end, it’s quiet again, until you can hear Present Mic mutter a quiet “Thank you.” The call ends and you know you’ve probably embarrassed yourself on live radio right now, but if you’ve soothed his pain, if only a little, you’ll be more than happy about that.

There’s a man waiting in the entryway of the Crimson Riot Children’s home when you come in for the night shift.

He’s tall, blond, and good-looking, his long hair tied up in a bun.

“I’m sorry, visitation ends at five p.m.” You explain softly and he nods.

“I was… I wanted to… talk to you.”

You blink, searching your memory for his face. He’s not a relative nor on the list of possible parents. But he looks familiar and you need an embarrassingly long time to connect the dots.

“Mr. Present Mic.” You blurt out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you.”

He laughs softly. “That was the plan, actually. I… I know you’re just about to start working but I wanted to… get to know you, maybe? Have a coffee together?”

“With me?” You point at yourself, spellbound.

He smiles.

“Yeah.”

There’s a rumble on the stairs and the newest addition to the family, purple-haired Hitoshi, turns up, looking anxiously between the two of you.

“Hi there, buddy.” You offer him your hand for the elaborate handshake he came up with this week. “Are you already done with dinner?”

He nods, sliding up to you and taking your hand, staring up at Present mic with curious purple eyes.

“You have a voice quirk too, right?” He asks, direct as you’ve learned him to be.

“Yeah, I do. You too?”

Hitoshi nods but refrains from using it before he points at you.

“Oba-san has one too.”

“I figured as much.” Present Mic offers with a grin. “Had the whole studio smitten last week.”

“Oh, it’s not like that.” Your face burns under his praise. “It’s only a weak quirk and works mostly on animals.”

“Still.” He falls quiet after that, the three of you standing around in awkward silence.

Present Mic is the first to break it.

“You might be curious how I found you and why, but, as I said, I was very touched and I’d like… if you don’t want though, that’s completely fine.”

“When does your show start?” You ask. “It’s Friday, right? You have your show later.”

“Oh, I have to be in the studio at nine.”

“And when do you get out?”

“I usually leave at six in the morning.”

You nod, before looking down at Hitoshi who looks curiously back up at you.

“If you want,” you tell him softly, trying to keep your voice from shaking, “You can come up and get to know the kids before the show. The girls wanted to ask questions anyway and Takahiro would love to meet you as well. And if you still want, we can… we can get a coffee in the morning. My shift ends at six as well.”

Present Mic smiles.

“Takahiro, the boy that grows strawberries on his head, right?”

You nod and his smile morphs into an excited grin.

“I’d love to. Oh, and call me Hizashi Yamada.”

Almost a year later…

Hitoshi has curled into a ball on Shouta’s lap. He’s tired from today’s events and past nights that lack sleep, but he’s refusing to go to bed.

One of Shouta’s cats has curled up in your lap and you caress its soft fur periodically as you listen to the radio, waiting for the time to drip past you, as if today is a bathtub that can only be emptied drop by drop.

“You should go to bed,” Shouta tells Hitoshi for the umpteenth time but his son - newly adopted - curls into an even tighter ball.

“Do you want a hot chocolate?” You ask, watching and waiting as Hitoshi unfurls, capturing you with his big purple eyes.

“Can we have mini marshmallows in it?” He asks and you snort.

“We’re at your place, baby.” You remind him. “All the mini marshmallows are at my place.”

“I have some.” Shouta croaks out. “But they’re hidden. Don’t go around telling Hizashi that I own something like that.”

“Never.” You and Hitoshi say in unison, sharing a wink.

When the hot chocolate is assembled and father and son are sipping from their respective cups - Hitoshi already back in position as Shouta’s personal weighted blanket, you keep standing, too anxious to sit, your hand soothing through Shouta’s hair as you nip on your hot chocolate.

It’s the anniversary of Oboro’s death today and your boyfriend, no, fiancé, isn’t home.

He’s doing a show, even though it’s not Friday, because he promised not to go on patrol today, and standing still is not in the Cards for today.

You know they both are hurting and there’s only one thing you can do to help.

You call the well-known number and wait for the call to connect.

“Hi Darling,” Hizashi greets you, “Will you sing for us again today?”

You had talked about this before. You don’t like to be on his show any more than you have to, even though the kids still love sending in questions. But if you singing is something that could help Hizashi and Shouta and so many more grieving souls today, you will do it.

You think of Tobio and Toruu, of Hajime and Issei, Takahiro and Hitoka. You think of the boys and girls that left Crimson Riots children’s home and of those that stay behind, without a family to take them in.

You think of Hitoshi’s purple eyes that still go dark sometimes and Shouta who’d taken one look at him before deciding his decision to not have children ever did not include adopting Hitoshi.

You think of Hizashi and sing, your quirk lacing every word and every note, soothing the hurt only absence can bring.

“I'll catch you up

When I've emptied my cup,

When I've worn out my friends,

When I've burned out both ends,

When I've cried all my tears,

When I've conquered my fears,

Right here in

The old therebefore,

When nothing

Is left anymore.”

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zepskies · 1 year

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Never Say Goodbye - Epilogue

Pairing: Dean W. x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

AN: Song inspo for this chapter is “Sweet Time” by REO Speedwagon!

Word Count: 2,200 Warnings: Fluff overload!

Epilogue

Seven months later…

Dean settled his hands on your waist as he sidled up behind you in the kitchen, this time in the apartment you shared with him.

You jolted a bit in surprise, but your spine still tingled pleasantly when he enveloped you from behind.

You had gotten ready so quickly this morning that you hadn’t even greeted him yet. He was reminding you of it now as he pressed a kiss behind your ear.

“Gooood morning, Vietnam!” he joked.

He could call you and Sam nerds all he wanted, but Dean loved a classic movie reference.

You smiled and grabbed one of his hands.

“Hey, baby. How do I look on my first day as Senior Library Curator?” You turned and showcased what you were wearing.

Dean took in your long black pencil skirt, dark red blouse, and your “I mean serious business” heels with a low whistle, and he twirled you by the hand for effect. Dean himself was already dressed in his work uniform.

“I always like you in red,” he said, briefly focusing on the hint of cleavage, then down the curve of your waist before his gaze fell to your heels. His grin deepened. “I’ma need you to keep those on tonight.”

You laughed and grabbed onto his arms. “I will cook for you in nothing but these heels, but I just need you to do one thing for me.”

Dean’s brows raised as his grin edged into a suspicious smirk.

“I’m listening,” he said.

“I need someone to come pick out the flowers with me this weekend,” you said. “And the plates at the dinnerware rental place.”

Dean tipped his head back and groaned. That was so not “just one thing.”

You rubbed his arms.

“Please?” you asked. “I’ve already got the silverware picked out. I just need some help deciding on a few things.”

“I’m really not the one you want to take. I’m good with anything, seriously.”

You pouted at him. “You can’t be serious. You really don’t have any opinion on this stuff? This is our wedding, Dean.”

He gave you a measured look.

“Listen,” he said. “I don’t care if you want a Mariachi band with little sombreros on every drink. I just wanna get married.”

You laughed, but the sentiment behind his words made you smile. Your hands slid up to his shoulders as he pulled you in closer. A new silver ring, this time with a small shining stone, glinted on your left hand.

One of the few things Bobby had saved of Aunt Karen’s had been her wedding bands. He’d seen no better use for her engagement ring than giving it to his almost-son, for his almost-daughter. Dean was grateful, and you were honored to wear it.

“Okay, how about this,” you said. “I’ll ask Ellen and Jo to come with me to pick the flowers and the plates. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is creating a music playlist for the DJ.”

Dean perked up at that. Since the Roadhouse burned down, Ellen and Jo had moved up to Sioux Falls. Last he’d heard (yesterday, from you), Ellen had all but moved in with Bobby.

“But no ACDC,” you warned him. “And I’ll be approving the list when you’re done.”

Now it was his turn to pout. “Killjoy.”

At the puppy-dog downturn of his eyes, you rolled yours. You knew he was playing you, but somehow you were always weak for it.

You made a sound of exasperation.

“Okay, fine. One ACDC song.”

Dean flashed you a grin. “That’s why you’re my favorite.”

“Mhmm.”

“And, just so I know, are we still on for the naked cooking?” he asked.

You scoffed.

“Oh, no. That’s for men who obey me. You, sir, just welched out of every request I made.” You emphasized this with a finger pressing into his chest. Dean chuckled.

“Touché,” he said. “Okay, here’s what I can do for you. I will…take you out for dinner on Friday.”

You crossed your arms, waiting expectantly. Knowing he hadn’t hooked you yet, he amended.

“Tomorrow?” he said. “We’ll get sushi. Come on, we never get sushi.”

Mostly because Dean didn’t trust raw fish. But if he must, he could get some fried breaded shrimp if it made you happy. Plus, there were all those dipping sauces.

Dean liked dipping sauces.

“Dancing,” you said. “Tonight. Sushi after. Tomorrow, I promise I’ll cook for you…with the heels, and very little but the heels.”

Dean thought about it with an undecided hum. He wasn’t working late tonight, so he supposed he could go out. He almost grimaced at “dancing,” but you were gentle in pushing him past his comfort zone with stuff like this (and teaching him how to dance, slowly but surely).

Still, it was worth it to see you get all dressed up. Naked cooking was also very worth it.

“All right, I think I can make that work,” he said.

You smiled brightly, and he realized it was already worth it.

“Okay, I just have a few minutes before I need to get out of here,” you said, taking a breath.

You were a bit nervous about your first day in your new position. You had just been promoted after almost a year. While you were comfortable in your job at the museum, overseeing the rare books library, you’d never been a manager before. You would now have two new hires under you, and it was your responsibility to train them as well.

Dean felt your nervousness. He rubbed your back. “Hey. You’re gonna be great, baby. You know what you’re doing.”

With a grateful look, you braced your hands on his chest and smoothed out his black Sioux Falls PD uniform. He filled it out well.

“Gotten used to having a real uniform yet?” you asked. “Hope my dad’s not driving you too crazy.”

Dean grinned. “Nah. I’ll admit, he kicked my ass a bit in the beginning, but he’s a lot like Bobby. Soft in the middle.”

In fact, Jack was the one who’d recommended that Dean try out the police academy to begin with.

“You’ve got the instincts,” Jack had told him. It was their first time sharing a beer, about a month after Dean returned to South Dakota permanently. He’d been struggling to find a job that would fit him (and his lack of professional experience).

“What you lack in discipline now, you’ll make up for in knowin’ how to read people,” said Jack. “Being solid under pressure. Good at running down leads. And who knows. Maybe you’ll make detective one day.”

Dean smiled at the idea, but he still cocked his head uncertainly.

“I don’t know. I’m not exactly used to grabbing a warrant before I pick a lock, ya know?”

“Well, I know this.” Jack pointed at him. “You’re a shark, Dean. Sharks can’t stay still, they’ve gotta keep swimming.”

“Okay, meaning?”

“Doing construction, working on cars, fixing people’s houses…after a lifetime of being under fire, are you really gonna be content doing any of those?” Jack asked.

Dean was grateful for that conversation. While there were things he missed about his old life, he was able to build a new one. And he didn’t have to hang up his gun to do it.

Dean let go of you so he could twirl his keys around his finger and clip them to his belt in one smooth motion. “Just you wait. I’ll be runnin’ this town in no time.”

“That’s a scary thought.” You laughed. “Oh hey, has Sam called you? He’s supposed to tell me if he’s bringing a plus one to the wedding.”

Dean smiled, despite a rueful twinge. Sam was halfway through his first year in law school—over in New York. He came home for the weekend whenever he could, but if Dean was honest, it was hard letting Sam run back to school.

What made it easier was that Dean wasn’t alone this time. He had you. You were also understanding, and you insisted that Sam stay here at the apartment whenever he came home.

“Yeah, he was gonna tell you in person this weekend, but…he found her,” Dean said.

You gasped. “No, he did?”

“Yeah, he really found his soulmate. On the subway of all places.”

You laughed. “That must’ve been a fun ride.”

You could only imagine the chaos of starting to hear your soulmate’s thoughts in a New York City subway. You were so happy for Sam.

You clapped your hands.

“Oh, I’m so excited to meet her! This is going to be so awesome! Is he bringing her this weekend? What’s her name? Is she going to school too?”

Dean laughed and calmed down your onslaught of questions. That, at least, hadn’t changed.

“Okay, come on. You’re going to be late for work,” he reminded you. “Your first day as head boss lady of dusty books.”

“Excuse me. Rare dusty books,” you corrected with a playful slap to his chest. “But this is too important! Ugh, I’m calling him right now.”

“No, you don’t. He’s in class, and now we both need to get to work. Come on, get those perky buns movin’.”

He ushered you out by lightly spanking your butt. You sighed, but you were still smiling as you grabbed your purse and let him guide you out the front door. You lived on the first floor, so it was a quick walk to where both your cars were parked: the sleek black Impala and a blue Camaro, side by side.

Before you forgot, you reached out and grabbed Dean by the collar.

“All right, Officer. Have a good day today,” you said.

Dean smirked and tucked a strand of your hair, freed from your clip, behind your ear.

“See ya, beautiful. Don’t dust off any suspicious lamps.”

“I thought you said genies weren’t like that in real life,” you quipped. You leaned up on your toes, and he met you there with a kiss that was sweet at first, but then it lingered and deepened. He held you to him close.

These were the small kinds of moments that he liked to savor with you. Because it reminded him of a time when he never thought he would have this—a life outside of hunting. A life after hunting.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was a real life with you, where Sam was still an important part of it.

“I love you. You know that?” said Dean.

And he meant that, deep in his bones.

When he gave you that ring a few months ago, it finally hit him that what he felt wasn’t just part of the “cosmic bond,” as you’d once called it. The two of you had scraped and fought hard to find each other, and even harder to stay with each other.

And he hadn’t protected you just because he felt responsible for your safety. He’d done it because the idea of losing you had scared him worse than dying himself.

So when you smiled and kissed him again, Dean breathed in your perfume and reminded himself that those darker days were in the past. Your airy laugh reminded him.

“Yeah, I do know,” you replied with a wink. “I’ll see you later.”

He tugged you back by the hand. “Uh, uh. If I say it, you gotta say it.”

“Oooh, I see. My bad,” you nodded. You took his hand—the one that wore his mother’s ring—and you kissed his knuckles. “I love you. I love you, and I love you. Be safe out there.”

He grinned and finally released you. You got in your car and watched him leaning against Baby with his arms crossed and his sunglasses on. In his police uniform, he looked like a scene out of Bad Boys.

You beeped the horn at him twice before you pulled out of the driveway. Dean watched you go with a smirk. When he realized he was pushing it for time himself, he climbed into the Impala. He stroked the leather steering wheel.

What do you know, Baby. We’re respectable.

Jack was definitely going to ride his ass for being late. Today, that was all right.

Dean never thought this would be his life, but he had a feeling that his dad would be proud.

He would be, he heard you say in his mind, through the soul bond. He is.

Dean smiled.

Focus on the road, he reminded you. He sensed the equivalent of you rolling your eyes. But a few minutes later, he heard you jamming out to REO Speedwagon. Another rock wannabe, in his opinion. Only you would listen to that crap.

Baby, we can take our own sweet tiiiime. And spend it when we want to ‘cause it’s yours and miiiine, you sang, and not always on key.

Let our love come easy and we fiiiind…~

Dean shook his head, despite a fond smirk.

…Well, he thought, maybe this one wasn’t that bad.

We can make it. And we’ll take our own sweet time.

AN: *sniffs* Who's peeling onions?

But seriously, thank you so much to all of you who read and enjoyed this story! It's been one of my favorites to write in a long time.

And I will say, if I do get requests, I will return to this AU and dabble some more. I love early seasons Sam and Dean, and this world is a special one to me!

Keep Reading: Bonus Track #1

What's Coming Next:

My next series will be in The Boys fandom. For those of you who liked "Checkerboard" (Soldier Boy x Reader), get ready. There be a prequel a' comin'...

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gurlbesimpin · 10 months

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ppl stop writing for Heisenberg... how about our magnetto man with a punk/alternative SO??

OUHHHH yessssss!

pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!reader

{{note: I generally write REVillage fics Post-canon/alternate universe, assuming Ethan and rose, Mia etc. never existed sry XD}}

Warnings: swearing, brief mention of gore, very mild sexual themes

Ohoho where do I begin?

Karl when he first spots you is... intrigued to say the least.

You weren't like the others, you dressed differently, acted differently, and most importantly... you weren't like the other villagers, blindly following and worshipping Miranda!

Now, Karl being Karl... he thought about pulling his usual BS about "I'm a metal lord, fear me!" but quickly decided against it; not wanting to scare you off or anything. Especially since you didn't seem local, therefore not knowing who the fuck he is.

{and pshhh don't tell anyone i told you this, but despite his huge ego... he might not actually want you to know who he really is at first. So he'll try his best to act "normal" and as human as possible}

After he finally approached you and engaged in a regular conversation, he quickly finds himself craving more.

Long story short, he seeks you out in the village again the next day, inviting you over to his factory because... he didn't really have a house. Anyway, he wouldn't show you what he actually does in there... you two will be in his office on the first floor, he ain't taking you down into the actual factory until he is sure you won't freak out.

This "friend meeting" (totally not a date ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) goes smoothly surprisingly. He'll ask you about your tattoos and/or piercings, scars etc. {if you have any}.

After a long-ass conversation about all kinds of shit, he'll just ask the question we've all been waiting for.

"So buttercup, you... eh... one of those emos?"

Time for the explanation between emo, goth, punk, rock. Two minutes into this, Karl stops listening... he got his answer.

You listen to heavy music.

And so does he.

Start talking about Metallica, Slipknot, I prevail, Rob Zombie, ACDC, black sabbath, Iron Maiden, Avenged Sevenfold, hell.... even SOME my chemical romance and Seether- and i promise, you'll get his attention piqued!

Especially if we're talking german bands such as "Rammstein" or "Die Toten Hosen" and he'll just... scream internally?

Like first of all... there's someone who also hates mother miranda besides him, they are funny, hot AND love german bands?!

SIGN HIM TF UP!

Needless to say, you two started a relationship quickly.

Despite needing to make his huge ass metal army, he takes a day off to make a bigass stereo...

{and then later that day Lady Dimitrescu complains about the loud ass music coming from his factory that even SHE and her three girls can hear from her castle. lol. Heisenberg tells her to shut the fuck up}

His huge goal is obviously to kill miranda... and then after escaping this shit village together with you. When the day comes, you two will celebrate with flipping off Lady supersized bitch and rolling off to a concert

{which likely isn't a good idea... imagine Karl wanting the microphone from the singer or something. You be chillin and there's just... a floating microphone... you be like... "Karl? what are YOU DOING?!" meanwhile Karl just has a shit eating grin as the crowd screams}

But let's not jump to far into the future...

Right now, you two are stuck under Miranda's disgusting-ass thumb.

Dark times man. It's shit, but whenever you waddle into his office whilst he's working... just y'know... get your phone out and play one of his favorite songs!

This man will {depending on his mood} shoo you away, or most-likely drop what he's doing and just... *grab* you and start juming around the room like monkies in a moshpit.

Once the song finishes, his hand will move from cupping your cheek, to cupping CHEEKS. Just him seeing you rock out to his favorite songs... is enough for Karl to get all hot 'n bothered. So expect some bending over the Work-bench and nice grindin' whilst 'Closer' by nine inch nails plays ;)

EXTRA:

if you like steampunk

this

man

will

just...

Scramble to collect little gears and screws... making little earrings, rings, necklaces etc.

also

stud bracelets.

and if you like wearing chokers

be careful

that awakens a beast within him

"oh ho ho buttercup! What do we have here? Want me to attach a leash and make you *my pet*?

#request #resident evil village #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenburg fanart #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #re8 #re8 village #re8 x reader

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officialaemondtargaryen · 2 years

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Age Of Consent Masterlist

Summary: Dustin’s older sister thinks Eddie Munson could be a bad influence on her younger brother due to their history. Can he change her mind?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

What you’ll find in this series: big angst, wholesome fluff, sexual content, drug use, tobacco use, alcohol use, and a lot of profanity. This is a slow burn- buckle up, buttercup.

back in black - acdc

rooms on fire - stevie nicks

poison - alice cooper

pinball wizard - the who

whole lotta love - led zeppelin

gimme gimme gimme - abba

take me home tonight - eddie money

romeo and juliet - dire straits

maybe - janis joplin

age of consent - new order

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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Lmao It would look ridiculous if the reader, sleeping peacefully but not knowing what lies on the body of one of the pillarmen, drooled on their breasts, elbowed their faces, or crumpled their tits as if were fluffing pillows without waking up. Perhaps men regret their choice to sleep with a human, but that doesn't stop them anyway

They surely know how to handle that!

Let's face it you'd be their little sweet kitten, no matter what you do you are cute, and also protecting you is a must, and such protection involves them sleeping alongside you. It's nothing devious for sure, it's just like having some quality time with them, and I've mentioned that nothing can stop at spending this "quality time" with you.

Like a naughty kitten you may bite and hiss but in the end you'd find yourself on top of the bed where they'd be laying next to you, poor whammu would suffer the most, his instant reflections making him incapable of sleeping soundly whenever you are moving around too much, just a small kick and he'd be up for the rest of the night, staring at the ceiling with a bord look, if it wasn't for your peaceful face he'd reconsider sleeping next to you long time ago.

On the other hand Santna would unintentionally pay you back, he's a cat in the inside so he'd be a messy sleeper, his limbs opened wide as he rolls around and even munches on stuff, good thing he doesn't use his teeth or you'd have already lost your toes, yeah, he likes to sleep at the very edge of the bed, but since you are like him in sleeping he wouldn't mind, he'd be too lost in his sleep to do so.

Esidici, oh our sweet old volcano, he'd tie you up. Nothing too tight or extreme, he just ties one of the new sheets to your hips to your side of the bed and makes you stay there and kick as much as you want, you can't roll to his side anyway so he can enjoy his moments of peace without worrying about you too much.

Kars though, he'd be the hardest to deal with, he doesn't mind your actions at all, oh no, he actually likes them! Like just a single kick, squishing his limbs, or even drooling over him amuses the old man, he'd play along, making you roll over all the place and in the end land on his chest, speak while sleeping and he'd tease you about it later, drool over him and he'd shame you with his witty remarks for the rest of the week, if you refuse to play with him he'd play with you during that time, you can't escape him.

They all in general don't mind it, As I said it's like spending the night with a kitten!

#blue answers #jojo #yandere pillarmen #yandere jojo #pillarman x reader #pillarmen #yandere Kars #yandere Esidici #yandere ACDC #Yandere Whammu #yandere Santana #Kars #kars #whammu #esidisi #acdc #Santana

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waywardxwords · 10 months

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4. No Going Back Now

Chapter 4 of Little Secrets

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,611

Warnings: Fluff? No warnings, really.

MASTERLIST

The drive was so far silent besides the music coming from the cassettes Dean had chosen for the nine-hour road trip from Sioux Falls to Cicero. This was fairly normal; their drives were usually filled with the likes of ACDC, Kansas and Metallica over real conversation. The thoughts running through Y/N’s mind weren’t as common. Sure, she had thought about Sam before. He had crossed her mind on more than one occasion and definitely more times than she really wanted to admit. But this time was different.

Her phone brought her out of her thoughts as it vibrated from within her denim jacket pocket.

Sam

How ya doing back there?

Her eyes glanced from the bright iPhone screen to Sam’s profile, but he was unreadable. His jaw was set in a firm line; his eyes stared off into the oncoming traffic.

She moved her fingers along as she wrote back.

I’m not sure, exactly. What are you thinking about?

It sounded stupid in her head, but her fingers moved faster than her brain could process and she somehow hit send before she could recant anything she had typed. She tried to stealthily hide the fact that she had texted someone; her eyes glanced up to the rearview mirror where Dean was focused on the road. He hadn’t seemed to notice Sam’s phone light up, but Y/N observed Sam steal a side-glance at his brother before opening the screen to his phone.

She watched his fingers type back and gnawed on her bottom lip gently before her phone vibrated against her thigh once more.

Sam

I’m thinking about you.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, but she quickly pulled her face into a straight line, afraid Dean might catch on. Why am I hiding from Dean? The question didn’t make sense to her, but Sam hadn’t said anything either. And in their defense, this was all so new…whatever exactly this was, neither of them had figured that out yet.

Y/N quickly typed back.

Okay, Romeo. Reign in.

The text made Sam laugh out loud, which was sweet, until Y/N noticed it had caught Dean’s attention. Dean glanced at his brother with a furrowed brow, then back to the road, and then to Sam once more. Sam cleared his throat and straightened his expression, pulling his lips into a tight line.

“You doin’ alright over there?” Dean asked tentatively with a curious look. “Anything you wanna share with the rest of us?”

Y/N’s heart beat rapidly in her chest.

“Just…” Sam’s voice trailed off as he tried to come up with something to say. “Just a funny text from Bobby, that’s all.”

Dean’s reaction was one of disbelief. “Since when does Bobby text?”

Sam became visibly defensive. He ran his palms down the thighs of his jeans and straightened in the seat. “I don’t know, since now?” Great answer, Y/N thought sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. They were doomed.

Thankfully, they were officially in Cicero and an exit was rapidly approaching. Even though Sam’s response to Dean had been less than stellar, he somewhat redeemed himself by changing the topic.

“We should probably stop soon, it’s a holiday weekend so hotels are probably going to be slim picking,” he averted his gaze out the window. Y/N tried to think of what holiday Sam was referencing but came up with nothing.

“Holiday weekend?” Dean’s what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about tone was in full force.

“Yeah, Dean. It’s Veteran’s Day,” Sam looked at his older brother like he was an idiot. Oh. Thank you, veterans, for saving my ass, both in the past as well as this present moment. Y/N felt her stomach tumble as she nervously eyed Dean’s reaction in the rearview mirror. He was too focused on trying to picture a calendar (and probably recall what day it even was). He finally raised his eyebrows and muttered a “hmm” in thought.

“Well, damn. I guess you’re right,” Y/N was certain Dean had no idea whether Sam was right or not, but he merged onto the exit ramp, nonetheless. “I doubt Cicero is much of a holiday get-away kinda town, but might as well. Beats sleeping in Baby.”

Y/N would second that. While she loved the Impala wholeheartedly, Baby cramped her style when it came to sleeping arrangements–quite literally.

“Besides, I doubt I’m gonna need a place to stay tonight. Think I’ve got that one covered,” he smiled a smug grin in Sam’s direction. Sam rolled his eyes but didn’t say a word; the subject had been changed, that was all he cared about.

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the first sleazy motel he found. Y/N barely had enough time to shut the back door as he hit the gas, turning up dust and dirt from the parking lot in his path.

“You kids have fun!” He yelled as he drove off towards his old flame’s neighborhood.

Y/N scoffed as he took off, flipping him the middle finger, which he graciously reciprocated out the driver’s window. “He’s such an ass,” she mumbled, her frustration distracting her from the tall man who stood next to her.

Sam smirked and shook his head as he slung his arm across her shoulders and took her heavy duffel bag from her. “Let’s just check in, alright?”

Y/N felt the frustration drain from her body with the weight of the duffel. It was bizarre to her how Sam could do that–just make every ounce of stress dissipate from her body. It was something he had been able to do ever since she started hunting with the Winchesters.

Sam headed into the lobby to get two rooms, one for the boys and one for Y/N, while she waited outside with the bags. She folded her arms across her chest and rocked on her heels as she waited, trying desperately not to focus on the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.

“You ready?” Sam’s voice took her out of her thoughts and she nodded quickly as she followed him to the row of rooms. Sam grabbed both duffels and Y/N pulled her backpack up onto her shoulder. He handed her the key that belonged to her room and she took the lead. She pushed the door open and tossed the bag to the floor by the end table.

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All sorts of thoughts flooded Y/N’s brain as she settled onto her queen-sized bed in the motel room. Sam had his computer open, researching the reason they had come to this town in the first place. Y/N was still convinced the poor vic had simply endured a freak accident, but she admired Sam’s thoroughness. He would treat it like a case until he could prove otherwise…maybe that was the lawyer in him.

They rested with their backs against the headboard of Y/N’s bed, Sam’s arm draped over her shoulders while the other hand typed various keywords into Google searches. His eyes scanned various newspaper articles and clippings that had been posted online related to any mysterious deaths in Cicero recently.

Meanwhile, Y/N rested her head on Sam’s shoulder with her knees pulled towards her chest. She flipped through the entries of John Winchester’s journal, though she really wasn’t sure what she was looking for. She wasn’t as motivated as Sam; in her mind, they had traveled all this way so Dean could have a hook-up with an old fling. Sure, the accident was crazy, but she didn’t think it was their kind of crazy.

She found herself distracted with a loose thread dangling on Sam’s flannel right by the buttons that kept the shirt secured over his abdomen. Close proximity was not necessarily new for Sam and Y/N. The kissing, holding hands, arms around each other–that was new.

“What do you think Dean would say about all…this?” She didn’t really know how else to ask but it was something that had been replaying in her mind and there was no escaping it.

Sam tore his gaze from the screen of his laptop and glanced down at Y/N. “Initially? Probably something like ‘about time’. Bobby, however, would probably call us idgits. Dean might agree a little…”

“Why would they call us idgits?” Y/N met his stare with her eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

“The whole ‘saving people, hunting things’,” Sam sighed as he pulled the laptop off of his lap. “It’s risky.” He shrugged. “Dean and I don’t get involved with people because it’s dangerous for them and it’s dangerous for us.”

Y/N contemplated only for a second before she answered. “Yeah, but I’m already a hunter. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“It does,” Sam answered as his gaze fell to Y/N’s hands. He played with her fingers absentmindedly in the palm of his hand; she sensed a ‘but’ coming… “But demons usually focus on hitting our weaknesses and for me and Dean, we’re weak when it comes to people we care about.”

Y/N felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips. It was a ‘beat-around-the-bush’ way for Sam to express that he cared about her, but he expressed it, nonetheless.

“I care about you too, Sam,” her words were soft and barely audible, but Sam heard her loud and clear. Before his brain could process anything else, he lifted her chin with his index finger and lowered his lips to hers.

The rush they both felt as their lips landed together cautiously was overwhelming. Both were only slightly wary as they deepened their movements, carefully exploring each other. Even in being cautious, Y/N couldn’t help herself as she moved to place her body as close to Sam as possible. He instinctively reached underneath her thighs to pull her onto his lap, her legs straddling either side of him.

Y/N’s hands cupped Sam’s face, her fingers rubbed along the light stubble of his jaw line. She felt herself get lost in the moment as Sam’s lips moved against hers. He tested the waters as he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth. His tongue tentatively glided out over her lip, crossing yet another border. At that point, Y/N felt her body completely succumb to Sam.

His large, calloused fingertips pressed down on her hips–their movement had caused her to squirm a bit, which had in turn caused her t-shirt to rise slightly. Goosebumps bubbled all over her as his fingertips made contact with her warm skin.

Y/N barely pulled back, her breathing heavy. Sam’s lips found their way to her neck, kissing and sucking and nipping until she couldn’t take anymore.

“Sam,” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes closed shut as she reveled in the feeling of his lips upon her flushed skin. Her fingers tangled at the nape of his neck in locks of his hair, ultimately holding him to her. She pulled his head away gently and opened her eyes. “Sam, we should stop.”

Reluctantly, Sam detached his lips from her neck and took a few steady breaths. His eyes found hers as he seemed to search for an answer.

“So we both agree that we care about each other…” she began to dissect the situation. She forced herself to look away from his eyes–those damn eyes made her drunk, practically. She watched him nod in agreement as his hands toyed with hers again.

“But we both also realize this is dangerous,” he interjected, his voice disappointed.

“So…” Y/N trailed on. “How about we just don’t tell anyone?” She asked, hopeful. “No one has to know…” she tried to reason. The warmth that had managed to pool in her stomach when Sam had kissed her the way he had made her want more. No monster, Dean or Bobby could stop her, as far as she was concerned.

Sam smiled with a chuckle but rolled his eyes as he focused on intertwining their fingers. “Dean’s too smart for that. I was pretty sure he had us made in the car earlier.”

“Yeah, well, he didn’t,” Y/N seemed to think she could master reasoning with the youngest Winchester. “Or maybe he did and he doesn’t care?” She took her bottom lip between her teeth again, a nervous habit.

“Highly doubtful,” Sam laughed gently. He used his thumb to pull on Y/N’s chin, freeing her lip from the grasp of her teeth. “Yeah, well, if we’re going to keep this a secret, you’re going to have to stop doing that.”

Y/N laughed as she felt her lips with her fingertips just as Sam’s cell phone sounded with a call from the nightstand. He reached over for the device and flashed the screen towards her. It was Dean.

“Hey,” Sam said into the receiver, putting the call on speaker phone.

“Dude, there is a job here,” Dean’s words echoed off the walls of the motel room.

While Sam and Dean talked specifics, Y/N mentally prepared herself. She felt Sam’s hand tighten around hers in a comforting squeeze. Well, there’s no going back now.

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lynderman · 2 years

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I was wondering if you could do a angst story of Vance x reader take your time I saw you finished your Robin story :)

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐞? (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 2,013

Date Published: 8/10/22

Description: You saw the way he looked at her. But why couldn't he look at you that way?

Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3

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You hated math class. It was your least favorite period of the day. Math was never your strong suit, meaning you constantly failed it. Your Math teachers' words sounded like gibberish to you. Not like you were even paying attention to her to begin with. You never could. Not when they were sitting right in front of you. Laughing and smiling. Touching knees and elbows. It wasn't fair. It never seemed to be.

You and Vance had been best friends for the longest time. Your parents were neighbors, meaning the two of you hung out a lot. Any and everything you did, Vance did it with you. Or vice versa. The two of you were inseparable, attached at the hip. He was the yin to your yang. Hell, your parents even had photo Albums of the two of you. From your first birthday parties, to your first day of each grade. He tended to get you into trouble, but you were always the one to get both of you out.

It's hard for you to remember when you developed feelings for Vance. Maybe it was when he beat up those kids for making fun of your backpack in 6th grade. Or the time he danced with you at the school formal when you didn't have a partner. Maybe, just maybe, it might have been when he held you as you cried over your first boyfriend. It didn't matter though. Because you never stood a chance. You might have. Until she came along.

Quinn.

Quinn had moved to your small town at the beginning of February. She didn't look like the rest of girls. She had long black hair and emerald green eyes. Her tan skin decorated with freckles. She wore eyeliner and had multiple piercings. She listened to bands like ACDC, Fleetwood Mac, and Black Sabbath. She wore up to date clothing and excessive amounts of jewelry. She was smart and friendly, skilled in karate, and was way better at guitar than you too. You didn't care much that she caught almost every dude's attention. Not until It was Vance.

She had accidentally bumped into him at the Music store the two of you visited. Instead of threatening to beat the person who caused him to drop his record to a pulp, he softened instantly at the sight of her. You swore to god that he blushed when she smiled at him. The two of them hit it off quickly and began chatting. You had planned to go get lunch after with just Vance, but he thought it was a good idea to bring her along. While they sat way too close for comfort in the booth, gushing over pinball, you just poked at your fries.

Vance took her everywhere after that. Your movie nights at the cinema? She took your spot beside him. The little trips to the go-go mart? She was the one cheering him on as he beat is new high score. The picnic spot off the hill you introduced to him to? She asked him to take her there. It made it worse that he complied and didn't even ask if you wanted to tag along. You hated her. You hated how she took your best friend away from you. It made your blood boil.

You were the one who tended to his wounds after he fought someone. You were the person he came to when he needed help in school. It was you who watched the stars at night and pointed out constellations in his backyard. Not her. What did she have that you didn't? Is she better looking? Smarter than you? Nicer? More sociable? What was it? Why did he like her and not you? It wasn't fair. You wished that Vance looked at you the way he did at her. The way he hugged her. The way his face lit up when he saw her walk through the door. The final straw for you was at your 16th birthday party. ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

You had planned this party out since you were 11. Vance even helped pick out most of the decorations and food. It was a Saturday evening and your parents were helping you set the music up. You had picked the local amphitheater to host your party since it was pretty big and had nice scenery. Bruce, Gwen, and Finney had offered to help you decorate beforehand. Vance had too, but he was nowhere to be seen. It didn't bother you that much since he wasn't one to have good timing. But you felt some concern as time passed.

Your friends and family arrived a bit after you set out the food. Sure, you were a tad bit popular, but no where close to Quinn. You felt relatively good about the amount of people who you invited, considering they all showed up. But Vance was still no where to be found. His family was there so you decided to ask if they knew. His mom gave you a sad look and shook her head. His dad just patted your back and shrugged. You knew he would show up eventually.

Right?

You needed him to show up. You relied on it. Sighing, you stepped to the side and took out a piece of paper out of your back pocket. The paper was a mix of different words and arrows. It was a script, if you will. Tonight would be the night that you told him you liked him. It was a good idea in your mind. The party was going well, and you would pull him to the side and blankly spell it out for him. As Time went on, he was still nowhere to be found.

Eventually, your parents made you open your gifts. Even though you insisted on waiting on Vance. Your guests didn't disappoint with them. They gave you all sorts of things. New games, clothing, books, even stuff you said you'd been interested in once or twice. The last gift you had to open was Bruce's. Before you got the chance to pull out the remaining tissue paper, you heard a familiar voice. You looked up from the table to see Vance walking towards you. He wasn't alone though. Quinn was with him.

Hand in hand.

Everyone greeted and chatted briefly with them as they made their way beside you. "Hey (Y/n)." You turned as he spoke. "It's nice to see you! It feels like you're never around anymore." Quinn added. You forced a smile before your dad came up behind you. "Vance! It's nice to see you! We were just finishing up the gifts." Vance's face changed to hesitation, as did Quinn's. Vance's dad asked if they brought anything for you and neither gave them a reply. Before you could make a comment, Mrs. Hopper came back from the bathroom. "Oh my! Honey, you didn't tell me your girlfriend was this stunning!"

Your world collapsed in those few words.

Girlfriend? Were Quinn and Vance dating? Since when? And why didn't Vance tell you? You were his best friend after all! Is this why he never hung out with you anymore? Were you just not as important? Did he even-. You were pulled back from your own thoughts as you heard his mom point out Quinn's Necklace. It was a silver chain with a guitar pick hooked on it. Why did it look so familiar? Maybe because you had given it to Vance after his first guitar performance. You couldn't help but feel tears build up. Why did he have to bring her? Why would he not tell you they're together? Why the hell would he give her your necklace? You didn't have a chance to process anything before the words slipped out of your mouth.

"Vance, what the fuck?"

There was a wave of silence as you spoke. The music seemed to fade along with side conversation. Your mom called you out, but you ignored her. Vance gave you a look of confusion. "What is what?" He asks. You scoffed. "Don't act clueless. We both know you aren't dumb." You took a step closer to the couple. "Why today of all days? Why didn't you tell me? Why now?" Quinn gave you a eyebrow raise. "What's wrong? Why are you-"

"Shut up."

She did shut up. "Don't talk to her like that." Vance sneered. You felt a bit hurt at his tone. He'd never talked to you in that manner and you didn't like it. "What's up with you (Y/n)? You've been acting so different lately." Quinn added. "What's up with me?" You ask. "What's up with you Quinn? Hm? What's up with you waltzing into town and taking everything away from me? What's up with you being better than me? Or prettier than me? What's up with you stealing my friends? My life even." She didn't say anything. "(Y/n), you're being dramatic. We can talk about this-"

"I'm being dramatic? I'm the drama? Why don't we talk about this now Vance. Let's talk about how my lifelong best friend replaced me. Why don't we sit down over dinner and talk about how you chose a complete stranger over me. Oh, no. Let's talk about how you never talk to me anymore, why Don't we? Might as well chit-chat about how she's messed everything up! Ever since she came into town, you've changed. I don't like it. You do everything with her and nothing with me. All you do is constantly ditch me to go to everything we ever did with her. I never see you anymore. She's taken my friends from me. No one hangs out with me because they're too busy with Quinn. She took my seat in all my classes. My spot at lunch. Everything! Vance you forgot about me. You forgot who I am. For fuck's sake, you forgot my own birthday! You helped me plan this for years. I bet you're only here because your mom told you to be. You didn't even get me a gift! I could care less about that to be honest. But you gave my gift to you away!" You shouted, pointing to Quinn's necklace.

"You and I both know damn well I gave that to you on October 27th, 2 years ago. The chain and all. You give Quinn everything! Your time, Your food, Your hair products, everything! I had tonight all planned out. Everything was supposed to go smoothly and not be a complete shit show. I saved a spot for you at the table and left your favorite records out." You took the note in your pocket out, and unfolded it. "I had a plan to tell you how I felt-" Your voice got quite as you looked at your scribbled words. "I planned to tell you I liked you. That I've liked you for the longest time. To tell you everything I like about you. To tell you that I'd always like you.." Tears flooded your face as you looked up to him. You could see a look on his face you'd never seen. In all the years you'd know him, he'd never given you this look. You didn't know if it was sympathy, or hesitation. Regret or guilt.

Vance let go of Quinn's hand and walked towards you. He stood in front of you and sighed. "(Y/n)…" He placed a hand on your cheek, only to have you shove it off.

"Why not me?"

You asked, choking on your own sobs. You couldn't handle this. Not the way Vance looked at you. Not the guilt on Quinn's face. Not the way your parents looked at you with sympathy. And especially not the way the world seemed to go quiet when he said nothing. You figured you'd only make things worse than they already were. You took this chance to part your way through your guests and walk out of the amphitheater. You could hear the voices of Vance and everyone else calling out to you as you made your way to a nearby forest.

Why not you?

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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a simple favor- e.m

Pairing: Virgin!Eddie Munson x Virgin!Female!Reader

Summary: you ask eddie to help you out with something, causing him to act different

Warnings: virginity talk, loss of virginity, pretty smutty but no descriptions of the act of sex (still 18+, minors dni or i swear to god), eddie being an absolute charmer as always, reader and eddie have vulgar language, honestly just fluffy fluff

Request: Yes

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: eddie is 19 turning 20 soon in this fic, reader is 18. it’s kinda inspired by the show awkward, if you understand the reference. but yeah i thought this request was super cute and gives me a nice break from writing some gut wrenching angst that breaks my own heart. enjoy! -sava

You hum along to the quiet sounds of the stereo that plays in Eddie’s room, convincing him to put on your ACDC cassette, much to his protest. He could never really say no to you though, you both being attached to the hip and practically inseparable. Plopping down on his bed, you hold your hand out as Eddie takes a long drag of his joint, passing it along to you as he blows the smoke in your face playfully. With a light shove, you bring it to your lips and inhale the sour drug. You blow the smoke in his face with smirk, him giving you a shove as well.

“That’s some good shit,” you breathe out, sitting back on his bed and resting your head against the wall. Eddie follows suit, his knee pressed against you leg as he rips the joint from your fingers.

“Right? Courtesy of Rick. Man, he never disappoints,” he replies, the rolling paper making contact with his lips once more. You hum in agreement and stare around his room for a moment, taking in all the band posters and the nerdy memorabilia scattered around his messy room. “Last hit, you want it?”

Taking the joint from him once again, you finish it off and sigh in contentment, reaching over his body to squish the bud down into the ashtray he kept on his nightstand.

It was routine for you to hang out at Eddie’s trailer most nights, either getting drunk on cheap beer or smoking a new strain he got from Reefer Rick. The two of you were as thick as thieves since your freshman year, taking solace in the man and the entire Hellfire club when you felt like, as Eddie would normally put it, a lost sheep. He approached you at your lunch table and complimented your combat boots, telling you he wanted a pair like those himself. You spent the rest of the lunch period talking and getting to know the man who you’d soon discover to be your best friend.

Cut to now, you having just entered your first senior year and Eddie beginning his third. You wanted to think him repeating his senior year had something to do with still wanting to be around you all day, but you knew Eddie and his attention span, only wanting to pay attention to things that actually mattered to him. He was quite smart, he just reserved those moments for his true passions in life. But you both agreed this school year would be different. 1986 was going to be his year, and yours as well.

The only problem about making this your year was one tiny detail: you were still a virgin at the ripe age of 18. You knew it could be normal to not having done the deed yet, but a majority of your graduating class and people in grades below you have already done it once, if not multiple times…with multiple partners, which intimidated you. The pressure and conformity that surrounded losing your virginity in high school was strong, but it didn’t bother you all that much. You just wanted to be able to lose it before you graduated. And you thought there was only one man for the job.

Eddie Munson. Your best friend.

You trusted Eddie with every secret and aspect of your lives, the two of you knowing how each other works like the back of your hands. Sure, you’ve had conversations that weren’t a hundred percent appropriate, like what turned each other on and any kinks the two of you might’ve had. But never have either of you expressed an interest in wanting to do it together. Which is why approaching him on the subject always made you feel awkward and ultimately backing out. It didn’t help that you had suspicions that the ‘freak’ of Hawkins had done it before, which would leave him experienced and knowing what to do while you were the opposite…if, of course, he were to agree.

But you wanted it to happen, especially now that you were a senior. And you weren’t going to back out of asking, not this time.

“Eds, I have a super random question,” you blurt out, directing your attention from his poster clad walls to his chocolate brown eyes. He looks at you and raises his eyebrows, the corners of his lips turning upwards a bit and slightly revealing his dimples.

“Sure sweetheart, what’s up?” You let out a breath and look to your lap, the eye contact making it too intimidating.

“So, um, we’re both seniors now, and there’s some stuff that I want to do before I graduate…like a bucket list type of thing,” you begin to explain, your hands moving in all kinds of different directions as you spoke. You watch him nod along.

“And what kinds of things would we find on this list?” He asks you, reaching for his beer and bringing the glass bottle between his pink lips.

“Having sex,” you answer honestly, making him choke on his drink. You readjust your position on the bed and pat his back as he beings a coughing fit. After a few moments, he takes another swig of his beer and breathes out a relaxed sigh, finally cough free.

“Like your first time? That’s awesome, Y/N! Who is the lucky guy you wanna give that precious flower to,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows as he begins to nudge your stomach with his boney elbows. You chuckle lightly as you push him playfully, the nerves you were feeling a bit ago starting to settle down.

“See that’s the thing. I want it to be with someone I trust and really know, not some asshole basketball player like Jason Carver,” you begin, snatching the beer from his hands and giving yourself a little liquid courage. Here goes nothing. “so…I was sort of maybe wondering if you would help me out with that…dilemma.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide at your confession, sending a lump straight to your throat. He slowly goes to set down his beer on the nightstand turns back to you, his face full of shock as his mouth hangs open and eyebrows up behind his little fringey bangs. You were beginning to think that asking him was a mistake.

“Y-you want me…to take your v-card?” He asks slowly. You nod and he continues to look confused, running his hand over his face and breathing out.

“I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have asked. It’s just that you’re my best friend, and I’m pretty sure you’ve done it before-so you know what you’re doing and I trust you with every other aspect of my life and I just-“ you ramble, but Eddie brings his hand to your mouth and covers it, looking back at you.

“You talk to much for your own good somethings, ya know?” he chuckles, removing his hand. You stare at him for a few moments, not sure of what kind of reaction you were wanting to expect next. “You’re wrong though…about the me doing it before. I’m in the same boat as you.”

“Wait really? I just thought maybe you had, since you’re like a big pervert,” you tease, him shoving you with a laugh.

“Nah, no one wants to sleep with the freak. Well everyone except you,” he turns to you with a smirk. You shake your head and let out a sigh. “I’ll do it though.”

You turn to look back at him, this time you having the wide eyed reaction to his words. He nods and you jump a little, wrapping your arms around him with a squeal leaving your lips. The relief you felt wash over your body soothed the bubbling fear of rejection that had been creeping up your spine since the words left your mouth. Pulling back, you both look at each other with a laugh, your hands going to your lap and playing with them.

“You didn’t mean like…now, did you? Like do we have a timeline?” Eddie asks.

“No! No, not tonight. We don’t even have protection-“ you say, but Eddie is quick to turn away from you and open his nightstand, rummaging through it before shifting back to you, unwinding a string of unopened condom wrappers with a small smirk on his lips. “For a virgin, you’re very prepared.”

“I’m a teenage boy, sweetheart. I’m always fucking prepared,” he explains with a laugh. He puts the condoms back in his nightstand, sliding it closed and bringing the beer bottle to his lips again.

“How about we do it on Friday? After Hellfire? I know it’s weird to like schedule…it, but I feel like that would be a good time,” you suggest. He nods along as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, Friday’s good. Are we coming back here, or going to yours…?” He asks again. You thought it was sweet that he wanted to know what you were interested in doing, considering it was his first time too.

“I dunno…I mean I don’t want it to just be some thing we just do to get it over with. I-I wanna remember it,” you say, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment. You hated being corny in any possible way, but when it came to your first time, you always pictured it to be somewhat stereotypical like you would hear the other girls talk about or how you’d see in movies. Eddie’s hands find yours and he holds them for a second, making you look up at him.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m gonna make it special for you. I want you to enjoy yourself. I have an idea, but I’m not saying anything, I gotta keep you on your toes. You said you trust me, right?” You nod in response and he pulls away, hopping off the bed and running towards his dresser. He tosses you one of his Metallica t-shirts and some gym shorts he hardly ever uses and grabs his own pajamas, heading towards the bathroom. Excitement filled your body as you change into your makeshift pajamas, ready to see what the next few days had in store for you.

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Over the past few days, you’ve come to notice Eddie’s new strange behavior. Not necessarily in a bad or negative kind of strange, just a different kind. Even the Hellfire boys have picked up on his behavior and asked you about it, but you had to tell him you had no idea.

Between cooking you breakfast after your sleepovers, instead of tossing a Poptart your way and rushing you out the door, holding the school doors open for you and holding your seat out to you, he’s been so…strange. On top of that, he’s using a sweeter tone with you that you weren’t all that used to hearing, with affectionate actions like holding your hand and rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. It was as if the Eddie you knew had been possessed by a kinder, less theatric version.

The weirdest part of it all? You weren’t complaining, finding an odd amount of comfort in his recent actions.

Pulling open the passenger door to Eddie’s van, you pause as you see the back closed off by a makeshift curtain. Hopping inside, you go to look behind, the curiosity getting the best of you, before a ring clad hand smacks your own. You turn and see Eddie turning the engine on, shaking his head.

“Uh huh, no peaking sweetheart,” he tells you. You turn around and face forward in the seat, grabbing the seatbelt and buckling up for the ride. Eddie still hasn’t told you how tonight would go down, so you were anxious but in all the right ways. You wanted to see what kind of tricks your favorite metalhead had up his sleeve.

The two of you exit the parking lot of Hawkins High and begin your journey towards Eddie’s secret location. Metallica plays throughout the van as Eddie rummages through in his vest pocket, fishing out a neatly wrapped joint and handing it out towards you.

“I’m okay, thanks though,” you tell him, flashing him a small smile. He nods and puts the joint back in the home of his pocket. Your face crumbles in confusion. “You can have it though.”

“Nah, I brought this one for you. ’ncase you were nervous,” he tells you, turning the vehicle down an unpaved path.

“I mean, I am nervous. Just don’t think weed will help me much tonight though,” you tell him. You rub your hands against your jeans, wiping the sweat that suddenly piled up as you could feel the journey coming to an end. With a jerk, the van comes to a stop and you look up out the window. The two of you were at Lover’s Lake, noticing the way the water glistening under the moonlight.

“C’mon, follow me,” Eddie tells you, throwing open the driver’s door and jumping out. You follow his lead and meet him around towards the back of the van. You look around at the woods surrounding you, the nerves sitting at the bottom of your stomach.

“Alright, you can’t make fun of me for this, alright?” He tells you, looking you dead in the eye. You hold your hands up in a surrender pose and watch as he pulls the double doors open, the sight before you quite literally breathtaking.

Four pillows sat pressed against the curtain you tried peaking behind earlier, with fluffy blankets making it into a makeshift bed. You see some snacks, all of your favorites and some of Eddie’s, with a six pack and a boombox sitting on top of the blankets. Above the bed, are some twinkling lights that you see Eddie plug into the cigarette lighter at the front, circling back to you.

You turn to him with wide eyes and a grin plastered on your face. You had no idea Eddie had a cliche, soft side to him, but it really made your heart warm. He did all this for the two of you. He really did want to make it special and memorable.

“When did you-“

“Before Hellfire. Kept the supplies hidden in the drama room since yesterday,” he answers, his hand reaching towards the back of his neck as he kicks his feet against some leaves. You take a seat on the edge, your feet hanging out the van as you look at him.

“And the supplies are from…?” You ask, quirking a brow. His smirk perked up and gestures for you to scoot, coming to sit next to you.

“Rick’s house. Found out he’s in jail again so the place was vacant, but I figured you would want to go fuck in his bed,” he admits. You nod in agreement, scooting yourself backwards so you can lay down on the pillows he has so graciously provided, moving the snacks and drinks to the side in the process. You take your shoes off and slide the curtain aside a little, throwing them in the front to not get anything dirty.

Eddie closes the doors and copies your moments with his shoes, closing the curtain back, as well as the ones on the widows of the back doors and climbs over to lay on the pillows opposite of you, his face inches away from yours.

“Hi,” you let out nervously. He brings a hand up to your face and pushes your hair back, a timid smile creeping onto his face.

“Hi,” he replies.

“I-I’m not sure how to start this, if I’m being honest,” you tell him. He brings his face closer to yours and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, leaning his against it quickly after.

“Me neither, but I think people usually start with a kiss, yeah?” He says. You squirm a bit to get in a better position, bringing your lips to his gently, the two of you moving together as one. His movements are slow as he wraps an arm around your waist, the scent of leather and cigarettes filling your senses.

You can’t believe you’re actually kissing your best friend right now.

Eddie shifts in his place and moves a bit, beginning to hover over top of you as the two of you deepen the kiss. Eddie’s tongue slides past your lips, massaging it with yours sloppily. You run your fingers through his long locks, a quiet moan escaping his lips and vibrating through your mouth. You retreat back briefly, gasping for some air, Eddie doing the same.

“Didn’t know you knew how to kiss like that, Eds. You been practicing on your hand or something?” You chuckle. He lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head at your antics.

“Not the only action my hand’s been getting,” you reveals, a snort leaving your lips.

“Gross Eds.”

“Eh, you love it though,” he quips back. Before you could reply, his lips are quick to meet yours again, his hands finding purchase on your hips.

You lean up and discard yourself of the denim jacket you always wore, tossing it towards the snacks. Eddies arms lift from your hips and reaches at his own jacket, throwing it on top of yours. Tugging at your Hellfire shirt, you peal it from your form and watch it join the pile. Eddie’s eyes go wide, the eye contact you two were making before gone the instant your bra-covered boobs hit the cool air of his van.

“Holy shit,” he mutters out. You bite your lip and lean in closer to him, breath fanning over his neck the closer you get. “C-can I touch them?”

With a nod, he reaches out and cups your boobs, a whine leaving your lips at the first squeeze. You tug at the hem of his shirt, beginning to feel shy at how exposed you were. He pulls at the back and brings it over his head, the Hellfire shirt joining the rest of the crumpled clothes.

You take a second to admire his physique. Sure, you’ve seen him shirtless around the trailer countless times, thanks to the hot Indiana summer heat, but the circumstances have changed for this particular moment. Involuntarily, you lick your lips, grabbing Eddie by the back of his neck and pulling him now into the position the two of you were in previously.

“Hey, sweetheart. I just want you to know. We’re taking this at your pace. Okay? Say the word. And we’ll stop. O-or we’ll slow things down,” he tells you between kisses. You smile and move his bangs out of the way, getting a better look at his chocolate eyes in the warm lights hovering above you. Removing your hand from his face, you snake them around yourself, struggling a bit to unclasp your bra.

The sound of a snap makes Eddie’s head turn, looking around before your hand finds it way back to his face and shifting his focus down towards you again. Gently, you remove your bra from your body, revealing more and more parts of your body to your best friend that you’d always kept hidden.

His mouth flies open at the sight, hands quickly find their way to the round mounds attached to your chest. He rolls your pert nipples between his corse fingers, a sigh leaving your lips at the cool sensation of his rings lightly brushing against your flesh.

“First pair of boobs meet your expectations, Eds?” You ask, biting your lip to stifle a laugh.

“They’re alright,” he replies, earning a slap to the shoulder from you, the sound much louder now that his shirt was off. He snorts out a laugh and brings his pink lips onto yours again, continuing to kneed your breasts with both hands. Threading your fingers in his hair, you pull him closer to you, the kiss becoming all tongue and teeth. His hot breath against your mouth felt comforting.

“Mm, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, looking at you as you take a quick break. You hum, cocking your brow up at him. “Any chance we could, um, remove some more clothing? No rush, it’s just-my dick is just trapped in a really tight place right now.”

“I mean, it’s about to be somewhere tighter,” you snicker out. He rolls his eyes and gives you a teasing look.

“Now who’s the dirty minded one?”

You fumble for a moment and begin undoing his belt, the clinking sound overtaking the small space of the van. Finally getting it to budge, you pull down his black jeans and your eyes go wide at the tent growing in his blue checkered underwear. Looking up, you catch Eddie’s smirk at your reaction, rolling your eyes as he plays with the loops in your own jeans.

“Can I take these off, sweetheart?” He asks, his beautiful brown eyes looking up at you through his lashes, the most sincere face you’ve ever seen him make staring you down. You undo the button and zipper as you nod, Eddie quick to help you shimmy out of the black denim. Pooling the jeans at your feet, Eddie pushes them to the side where his own sit crumpled in a pile, your baby blue cotton panties now on full display.

Heat creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks as the two of you stare at each other, only one article of clothing away from being completely naked in front of your best friend. It felt weird, you weren’t going to try and deny that. But ultimately, it was comforting. You knew Eddie wasn’t going to judge you, and you wouldn’t judge him. It felt safe, which was the exact feeling you were hoping to achieve.

“Hey, I have an idea,” you say, leaning up on your elbows to look at him. Eddie’s attention slowly fades from your panties, practically tearing himself away from the sight to look at your eyes. “What if-we took these off together? Get all any awkwardness out of the way by taking them off at the same time?”

“Yeah, t-that sounds nice. Count of 3?” he asks. You nod and begin the countdown. The nerves in your stomach were quick to disappear as you both began pulling down your last item of clothing, quickly discarding it into one of the piles you both had made of your clothes. Curiosity getting the best of you, your eyes began their journey down to see Eddie’s…thing.

And holy fucking shit.

You quickly became slack jawed at the sight, your legs closing together and wanting to rethink this entire arrangement. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside you. Eddie notices your facial expressions and brings a hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb along the smooth skin.

“Don’t be nervous okay? I’m gonna take care of you, I promise,” he reassures you. Smiling up at him, you give him a nod and let out a shaky breath, opening your legs once more and watching Eddie’s motions as he snakes his way down your body, your hands flying to the pillows beneath your head to brace yourself for what was about to happen.

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A tickling feeling pulls you from your sleep, opening your eyes slowly to reveal a bit of sunlight creeping through the small curtains on the backdoors of Eddie’s van. Flipping over, you’re met with the warm welcoming smile of the owner of said van, a smile creeping onto your own lips. His hair was messy, strands flying out left and right and his eyes squinting from waking up as well. You scoot closer to him, laying your head on his pillow with his face just inches from yours now.

“Hey you,” he lets out, the sound of his morning voice going straight to your core. You hum out, stretching your arms out with a yawn.

“Hi,” you say, blinking a few times before connecting your eyes with his once more. Eddie brings his hand up to your face and caresses your cheek, inching his way towards you before pecking your lips.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good, considering how tired I was from the activities last night,” you quip, sending a smirk his way. He lets out a breathy laugh and beckons you to lay on his chest, which you happily comply with.

“So…did you enjoy it?” He asks, his hand finding yours and playing with your fingers before interlocking them with his. You rise from his chest for a second, flashing him the crazy expression.

“Enjoyed it? Are you kidding? Eds, you made me come twice. Most girls don’t even come once during their first time,” you explain to him. He’s sent into a fit of laughter at your answer, pulling you back into his chest as his mop of curls shakes.

“I’m glad I could be of service, sweetheart,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You wrap your arm around his torso and give him a squeeze, snuggling into the exposed flesh and relishing in the post-sex bliss that still lingered in the air. “Although, I might be bursting this little happiness bubble we have going on here with what I’m about to say.”

“Then don’t say it,” you mumble in his chest.

“I gotta let it out,” he explains, shifting a bit, which sends you retreating from his warmth to meet his gaze. “Pretty sure I realized I loved you when I was balls deep in you last night,” he admits, his eyes going to look at the van that surrounded you to avoid your eyes. Leaning on your elbow, you reach for his chin and direct it towards you, your face scrunched in a fake angry pout. Eddie mouths “what” at you, and you extend your neck up to kiss his lips.

“Pretty sure I fell in love with you last night too…only I realized when your head was between my legs,” you admit yourself. You watch the smile creep onto his face before diving in to crash his lips with yours once more, your hand coming up to rest against his cheek. The two of you break away from one another and let out some giggles, the revelations continuing to settle in.

You can’t believe you’re in love with your best friend. Things between you have always been platonic in your eyes, and you assumed Eddie had seen it that way as well. But the connection the two of you built last night while your bodies were intertwined with one another bonded you on a whole new level, and it was something you definitely wanted to continue with him.

“You know…” Eddie begins, making your quirk your brow at him. “We still have plenty of condoms. Totally unused.”

“Then what the hell are we still talking for?”

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