#I’m glad I finally got around to this 🖤
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Hey! Such a fan of your work. Do you still take requests for pwyc Bucky? Is there any chance you could do a reader having a down day bit? Been having a hard time lately and I find so much of myself in her and Bucky soothes the soul. NO worries if not, or if you’re trying to enjoy the holidays and not be put on a downer. So grateful for your work x
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bad day
pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. female receiving smut. comfort fic. if i’m missing something you think should be tagged, pls let me know!
words: 2.3k
notes: thank you so much for sending this in. i have been feeling much the same lately so i was really glad to write this little drabble. i hope you find some comfort in it and hopefully it can help brighten up your monday 🖤 sending you love and wishing you a happy holiday season, anon! and to everyone else who reads this, too. 🥰
“Sweetheart?”
Bucky’s voice called out into the silence of the house, receiving no answer in response. All the lights were off, letting him know you hadn’t been downstairs, at least not since the sun started to set.
He knew something was wrong, he had been feeling it all day. He was worried about you, texted you repeatedly and tried to call when he got a chance, but you didn’t answer. If he could have left that meeting with Stark earlier, he would have in a heartbeat. He’d been itching to get home since he started feeling something was off with you. Steve called him out on not paying attention to much of what was being said at the meeting, but he couldn’t have cared less. He was antsy and on edge, annoyed at every question he was asked and clearly irritated any time someone spoke directly to him. The only thing on his mind was you.
“Baby,” he called out, softer as he approached the door to your shared room.
He had no idea what was wrong, but the heaviness he had felt from you all day was starting to get near paralyzing. It was like you were overwhelmed and completely numb at the same time. All he wanted to do was comfort you, make you feel better. Whatever he could, whatever you needed him to do, he would do. He couldn’t take feeling this much longer knowing it was all radiating from you. You must’ve been drowning at that point, the weight of these unknown emotions hadn’t let up all day except the few times you had probably fallen asleep.
Still not getting a response from you, Bucky quietly opened the door and walked in to find you lying on the bed still in the pajamas you were wearing when he left you this morning. You were curled up on his side of the bed, cuddling with his pillow, a delicate pout on your lips as you stared at nothing, breathing steady. Your eyes were bleary when you looked up as he came in.
“Hi,” he said softly, moving to sit next to where you laid on the bed. His hand immediately going to your back, running it up and down soothingly.
You didn’t respond right away, instead letting go of his pillow that you’d been using as a surrogate for him, and grabbing his arm, urging him to lay with you. He got the hint right away and let you pull him down before he adjusted himself so he was facing you better. Your arms wrapped around him and you buried your face in his neck as he returned your embrace.
“Hi,” you mumbled against him.
“What’s wrong, princess?”
“Noth-”
“Don’t say ‘nothing’,” he cut you off before you could finish replying.
You closed your mouth, thinking briefly before deciding not to answer.
Bucky allowed the silence as he returned to rubbing your back, taking a breath as the ache in his chest eased just the slightest.
“Bad day,” you finally responded quietly.
“That makes two of us,”
“Sorry,” you winced at the reminder that he was forced to feel what you had been feeling.
“Don’t be. All I wanted to do today was be here with you,” he assured you.
It was quiet again before he heard your small sniffling and the dampness of your cheeks on his skin as you nuzzled even further into him.
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay, doll. I got you, you’re okay,” he cooed as he leaned down to place a kiss on top of your head.
“Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what’s wrong. I’ve been feeling this all week, I know you’ve been trying to push it off,”
“I just,” you took a breath before trailing off, not knowing how to explain properly.
“You can tell me anything,” he reminded you.
“I know, I just..”
All words left your head, any semblance of an explanation you could try and offer went flying right out of the window. Not being able to pinpoint it only made it that much worse. He was asking a sensible question. What was wrong?
What was wrong?
What is wrong? Why are you feeling like this?
Why don’t you have a single fucking idea as to why you’re feeling so…bad.
Your heartbeat picked up and so did your breathing. You were trying to find a reason, just one. But you couldn’t. You just felt like this. No real logic to it. You couldn’t give him an answer and you only made yourself feel worse knowing you were making him feel the same.
“I don’t know,” you cried, dejectedly into his neck. More tears falling freely now.
“Shhh,” he whispered into your hair, cradling you against him now. “It’s okay, baby. ‘S’okay.”
You calmed as he held you, feeling slightly better having acknowledged that you were feeling bad instead of fighting the feeling as it had been threatening to drag you down all week, trudging through each day and only finding any kind of reprieve when Bucky was near. Your breath was beginning to steady when he pulled you back from him slightly, looking in your glassy eyes before he gently wiped the remaining tears from your face and you leaned into his hand.
“Have you eaten today?” he questioned.
“No,” you answered, looking away from him, feeling embarrassed that you hadn’t really left your room at all. You had started getting ready in the morning, lazily brushed your teeth and even washed your face. You were going to get in the shower, but when you went to start it, decided to do it later. You just felt so tired still. You crawled back into bed and slept for another hour before you awoke. You felt even worse then. Bucky had left and you had no distractions from the black cloud that had been following you around lately. So you just let it storm over you. Sleeping on and off throughout the day and wallowing in self pity and despair when you were awake. Everything and nothing was wrong all at once. But now, as you were coming back to yourself, your lack of living today was clear and you felt stupid and lazy for it.
“I need to shower,” you mumbled, moving to get off of him. He held you down, keeping you in his embrace, not letting you up just yet.
“I’m gonna make you dinner, first,” he told you.
“Okay,” you allowed as you looked up at him to meet his eye, “Well, I can shower while you make it,” you suggested, thinking it was the obvious course of action.
“No,” he stated, with a shake of his head as he held your eye. You furrowed your brow in response. “We’re gonna shower after,” he told you.
“We?” you repeated softly, looking him in his eyes. The warmth and affection that swam in them was comforting as he nodded before pulling your face closer to place a gentle kiss on your lips.
“Then I’ll light a fire and we can watch that show you keep telling me about. How’s that sound?”
“Good,” you answered, nodding slightly. “Honestly…Anything’s good as long as you’re here,” you simpered.
“Someone’s feeling sappy,” he smirked, repeating the words you always shoot at him when he gets too sentimental or cheesy on you, earning a light eye roll and smile from you at his teasing as you laid your head back down on his chest, taking another moment to just relax in his arms.
“Actually, can we just.. I don’t know, order pizza? Then we can shower right now and just go downstairs to eat and watch the show when it gets here.”
He nodded in response.
“We can definitely do that,” he agreed, a relaxed smile on his face as he felt the heaviness slowly lifting from you.
You pulled yourself up again, this time he let you go as he sat up, grabbing his phone from his pocket to place your usual order. You wandered into the bathroom, starting the shower to let the water warm up before you began to slowly take your clothes off. You were stepping out of your sweats as Bucky came in behind you, tugging you to him. You leaned back against him as he hugged you before his hands found the hem of your tank top, slowly pulling it up and over your head. He nudged you toward the shower that was beginning to fog up already as he began to undress.
You stood under the water, the warmth helping you relax further. Your body felt so sore though you hadn’t done a thing all day. As Bucky got in with you, his arms wrapped around your waist and you sighed at the added relief he brought you. You stood there for a while, swaying in his arms slightly as the water fell on the both of you. Eventually, his arms slipped from around you and when his touch returned, he was gently washing your body, the suds of your soap slowly washing down your skin with the stream of water that was directly above you. Bucky placed soft kisses on every area of your body he washed for you, worshiping every inch of you. He knew you weren’t feeling great, but he wanted you to know how much he loved you - and how incredible you were to him. He needed you to know he would always be there for you, no matter what. On your best days and your worst. He wasn’t going anywhere.
It was like you could feel his love for you radiating off of him and it warmed you. You grabbed his hand as he dragged it back up your hip once you were done washing off. You turned to him and wrapped your own arms around his torso, your hands now traveling up and down his back as you rested your head on his chest. He didn’t force you to talk, didn’t need you to explain. He just understood. Intuitively, instinctively. He knew what you needed right now.
You needed someone to be there.
You were so used to being alone, relying on no one but yourself, but it got tiring after a while. Having no other choice but to stay strong. Things were different now and you knew that. You knew you had Bucky, and you knew you didn’t have to be so strong all the time, but old habits die hard.
When you were together like this, though, you were reminded that you could let yourself feel. It was okay to break down because he’d be right there to pick you back up.
“You okay, princess?”
“‘M’okay,” you nodded. “Bucky, I...Thank you,” you whispered as you looked up to him, one hand reaching up to touch him, your thumb stroking his cheek as your nails gently raked along his neck and into his hair before pulling him down to kiss him softly, lips brushing delicately before you kissed him a bit harder, pressing yourself closer to him.
“I love you,” you breathed against his lips.
“I love you,” he responded, leaning down to kiss you again.
You stayed like that for another minute, just holding each other.
You grimaced as your stomach suddenly grumbled, the hunger you hadn’t even noticed just an hour ago now making itself known.
“I think I might be hungry,” you admitted as Bucky chuckled.
“That’s what happens when you don’t eat all day,” he lightly admonished. “Let’s finish up in here, by the time we’re done the pizza should be here.”
“What do you mean ‘finish up’? I thought we were done?” you said, confused. You’d both washed up and rinsed off - hair and body. You had thought you were both ready to get out and dry off.
“No, I’m not done with you just yet,'' he said as his hand slipped down between your bodies, his knee nudging your legs apart carefully. You leaned further into him as his fingers found their way to your sensitive folds, rubbing you gently before he slipped two of his thick digits into your tight heat as you gasped and shuddered against him, keeping your balance by holding onto his shoulders while he cooed in your ear, whispering sweet nothings to you as he pumped his fingers expertly in and out of you, curling them perfectly, hitting your sweet spots just right as you let out breathy moans at the stimulation. His thumb began rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit as he coaxed you to your orgasm, working you through your high once the pleasure finally overtook you, the white hot warmth erupting through you as you held onto him, muscles tensing and thighs shaking as you came.
You were trying to catch your breath as he suddenly picked you up by your thighs, making you wrap them around his waist. He kissed you again, stealing your breath as he did before you pulled away, nearly gasping as you rested your forehead against his.
“How long do we have until they get here?”
“Long enough,” he breathed huskily, crashing his lips into yours once again. You moaned into his mouth, mewling as you felt his erection throbbing against you, nearly teasing your entrance with the angle he was holding you at.
“Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he said as he nuzzled his face into your neck.
“You,” you sighed. “I want you.”
You pulled his face back to yours, kissing him as gently as you could, trying to get across how grateful you were that he was there, and how much love you had for him, how much you felt for him as he held you so surely, so securely in his arms.
“Always you.”
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Fooled round & fell in love epilogue
summary: You and Eddie go on your first date and he tries to make it the most magical night of your life. But what happens when the last person you’d expect pops up at your house, and confrontation ensues?
warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, phone sex, diiirty talk, cocky but cute eddie, lots of flufff, confrontation, drunk Randy, cussing, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, slight anal play, slight dom Eddie, daddy kink, spit play
A/N: I’m so happy I get to add one of my favorite songs of all time to this fic, it just fit way too perfect. I had so much fun writing this little series, I can’t wait to write more in the future 🖤
It’s been three weeks since Eddie officially asked you to be his. It’s been great so far, but Eddie had just started a new job at Penske’s auto shop, so you haven’t been spending as much time together as you had hoped. He did call you every night and would tell you about his day, how much he misses you, how much he loves you and things he would do to you if you were in bed with him.
So the distance wasn’t all bad.
Except for the fact that he hasn’t touched you since the night everything went to hell. Every time you’d try to take things further he would tell you he wanted to take you out first, do things the right way, which yes you appreciated in the beginning, but now you thought was absolutely ridiculous.
Sure the phone sex was nice, but after getting the real thing you were addicted.
Spending several moments playing back the images of his fingers on you, your waist, in your hair, inside you. You were going crazy, which led you to this moment in the shower with your fingers deep inside you trying to hit the same spot Eddie hits with ease, you were having no such luck, so you begrudgingly say to hell with it, and turn the water off. Grabbing the towel that was draped over the curtain rod, you securely fasten it around your chest.
As you open the door, your phone rings. You look over at your alarm clock 8:30pm he was always on the dot, every night.
“Hello” you say in your best sultry voice
“Well hello to you, sweet thing” he says back, you can hear the smirk on his lips
“Hi, baby how was your day?” Something about being on the phone with Eddie every night talking about the unholiest of things you’d like to do to each other when you finally do have sex again, just brings out the seductress in you, voice laced in an almost whine.
Eddie found it so sexy, cock instantly perking up as soon as he heard “hello”
“Well it’s much better now that I get to hear your sexy voice” he says back with a husky tone
“Glad I can be of service” you say back with a giggle
“Hey, I have good news actually” he excitedly says
“Oh really?” You say as your brows shoot up in intrigue
“Yeah, I have this weekend off, and I was wondering if you wanted to go on that date we’ve been talking about?”
You instantly get giddy almost jumping up and down
“Yeah, yes of course I do!” You say back excitedly
“Okay sweet, well let’s do Saturday maybe uh, I’ll pick you up around 6-6:30? Does that work?”
“Yeah that works perfect, actually more than perfect. My mom’s going out of town to some kind of sister’s retreat with my aunts” you pause before you sing song “so I’ll have the place to myself”
“Ya’know I’ve always imagined climbing through your window and fucking you into your mattress, so you’ll be making my dreams come true, babe”he chuckles
“Mmm, I’ve had that very same fantasy” you say back in your sultriest tone yet
“Well now we have to make it happen, don’t we?” ugh you could cum die just by the tone of his voice
As you laugh back, he instantly kicks it up a notch
“What are you wearing?” You already know where this is headed, and you cannot be more excited
“I just got out of the shower, so just a towel” you respond
“Jesus fuck baby, if I was there I’d rip it off of you and throw you on the bed, spread your legs nice and wide and just devour that sweet pussy.” “Fuck I miss her so much!” He whines
“Yeah? Would you let me sit on your face?” You say back as you remove your towel and climb into bed.
“My face is your throne, you can sit on it anytime you want, princess” he retorts back as he takes out his cock, spits on his palm and starts stroking it.
“Mm, I like the sound of that” you say with a giggle
“What are you doing right now?” Eddie asks
“Well” you drag out “I took my towel off, so now I’m naked in bed, talking to my sexy boyfriend” you hear Eddie groan at your words.
“Fuck baby, tell me more” he says as he bites his lip, hard enough to leave lasting indents in his skin.
“Now i’m gunna suck on my finger, get it nice and wet before I start rubbing myself” you put your finger in your mouth, dramatically releasing it with a pop.
“Mmhm, get it nice and wet baby. You know what I’d do if I was there?” He asks “I would make you feel so good, princess I would eat your pussy so good” he growls through clenched teeth
“Yes please, I need that so bad, eddie!” you mewl
“Mmm, you wanna be my little slut?” He groans
“I’m already your little slut” you can’t help the moans leaving your mouth, hearing Eddies and the slick sounds of his fist stroking his cock is giving you everything you need to hit your high
“Fuck yes you are, say it again, say your my little slut, y/n”
“I’m daddy’s little slut” you’re almost at your peak so you decide to up the dirty talk, knowing how much he loves when you call him daddy
“Fuuuuuck” he groans out as his cum spurts out covering his fist
“Oh my god, Eddie I’m cumming!” You squeal so high pitched it’d be a miracle if no one in your house heard
The line stays silent while you and Eddie catch your breaths and come down from your respective highs.
“God damn baby, we’re gunna have so much fun on Saturday. But, first I wanna wine and dine you. Ya know, butter you up real nice?” he says
“Where were you suggesting we go?” Voice still a little shaky from the intense orgasm you just had
“That my dear, is a surprise”
“Surprises make me anxious, but I’ll trust you. So what should I wear?”
“Don’t be anxious, baby. It’ll be a night you never forget, I promise. I’m gunna make it as romantic as possible” his words make your heart full and stomach flutter
“Hmm, I think a dress would work or a skirt” he chuckles
“Eddie Munson, are you insinuating you want me in something with easy access?” You squint your eyes in an accusatory manner.
“Absolutely” he howls with laughter, “no but I just want you to be comfortable, okay sweet girl?”
“Okay, comfortable but cute, got it!” You giggle
“Hey, can you stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep?” Eddie asks
And you can’t help but think that’s the cutest thing you’ve ever heard, and you do, you stay on the phone all night while you both listen to each others light snores
As Saturday quickly comes along, you wake up in the best mood, so ready for your date with Eddie. You knew he was trying really hard at this relationship stuff. Growing up he always made fun of guys doing sweet things for their girlfriends stating “love was for posers” which always made you roll your eyes, so the fact that Eddie is doing all the thing he said he never would for you, had you on cloud nine.
As you got out of bed, you made the decision to dedicate your morning to pampering yourself: take a bubble bath, shave all necessary areas, paint your hands and toes red, maybe even do a face mask. Once you were all finished and nails were dry, you went downstairs to have some breakfast, clean up and unload the dishwasher your moms been asking you to.
Going back up to your room you turn on some music, and start taking every little black dress out of your closet to try on, you landed on a little silk number with spaghetti straps that stopped mid thigh with slits on both sides, and instead of heels you opted for knee high boots.
After just relaxing for a few hours, you started getting ready. Hair, makeup, body lotion, perfume. You wanted to look and feel perfect for him.
After everything was done and you were putting the last touches on your outfit, you heard Eddie pulling up with his loud engine and even louder music.
Your stomach instantly doing flips, you grab your little black shoulder bag and head to the door, as you open it you can’t help but to feel tingles throughout your body, in some places more then others
Eddie’s eyes widen at the sight of you in your little black dress. He internally groans at how good you look, but you were equally losing your shit.
He had on a black button up, buttoned half way with an exodus “bonded by blood” shirt peaking out underneath, black jeans, boots and his hair was down, you could tell he had put some kind of products in it to make it look more tame than usual and he kept all of his accessories on, you were really happy about that, it was still all very Eddie.
He pulls white roses out from behind his back, you remember telling him they were your favorite of all the roses a couple valentines ago, you couldn’t believe he remembered that tiny detail of something you said in passing, you were already swooning and you hadn’t even left for the date yet.
“Hey baby” he says as he hands you the flowers, you take them while he grabs you by the waist, holding you in place while he kisses your lips.
“Wow, you look… wow” you both laugh at his flustered nerves
“You look wow too, babe” you bite your lip as you check him out from head to toe
Giving him one more kiss before you leave to put the flowers in water.
“M’lady” he says once you’ve returned, holding out his elbow so you’ll intertwine arms, as he begins walking you out to his van
He opens the door for you, helping you in and then strolls over to his side with the cheesiest smile on his face, it was so contagious you couldn’t help yourself but to mirror it
“You ready to go?” He says while looking over at you, sending you a wink after you nod
“Alright baby, buckle up”
Sometime during the ride he put his hand on your thigh, you both continuously taking little glances at each other from your peripheral‘s, music playing softly in the background which was rare for Eddie
The van pulls up to a restaurant you and Eddie had been to one other time before. As you’re waiting for him to open your door, the memories come flooding back
You remember that day so well,
You both were heading to a local show in Indianapolis for this band called iced earth, while on your way Eddie’s van overheated, so he pulled into a random parking lot. Eddie got out and popped the hood trying to figure out the problem, he realized it had something to do with the cooling system and he’d have to let it sit to get the gage back down. Luckily the parking lot you both pulled into belonged to a cute little restaurant, you and Eddie were starving at this point, so you both headed inside. You guys ate and talked for hours. It didn’t even seem like Eddie was disappointed to miss the show, he seemed to be having a great time even though you knew he was excited about it. You also remember a lot of shared glances and stares that lingered a little longer than usual and hands brushing against each others creating what felt like electricity to course through your body. You knew you felt something, and now that he’s brought you back, its making you question whether he felt it too.
Once inside, Eddie gives his last name and the waitress walks you both to the table you had sat at 2 years ago. It was a secluded little table in the back by a big arched window. The table was covered by white cloth, silverware, salad plates and your menus, with a single candle held in a beautiful glass holder right in the middle, it was all more romantic then you remembered.
But that could be, because you did everything to fight your feelings at that time.
Eddie scooted out your chair for you and pushed you in, as you thanked him he made his way to his side, sitting down and picking up his menu
he looked at you as he said
“Do you remember when we came here?”
Of course you did.
“I do, that was a really good night” you say
“It was, it was a great night” he says back as he eyes the way you lick your lips
“I’m impressed, Munson” you say as you pick up the wine glass filled with iced water and take a sip
“I wasn’t expecting this at all”
“Well, I’m full of surprises baby” he says while he shoots you a wink
You both order your food and as you ate the conversation was great, almost nothing had changed in your relationship since getting together, other then the flirting being amped up. Eddie always flirted with you but this was on a whole other level. He also grabbed your hand over the table and kept telling you how beautiful you looked, and how he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you
He made you feel like a teenage girl with her first crush, ironically he was your first teenage crush.
Eddie was really impressing you. You couldn’t believe this was the same guy that told you, he enjoyed fucking girls from the back so he didn’t have to look at them, or have any kind of connection other then a quick fuck, but that was high school Eddie, this was your Eddie and you couldn’t continue to hold onto that old image when he was showing you so much more
As you both finish with your food, the waitress comes over to ask if you saved room for dessert. Eddie looks at you silently telling you it was your decision but you were too full for anything else, as Eddie paid the bill and left a tip on the table you both walked out hand in hand and fingers intertwined, once you walked to your side of the van, Eddie pulls you back to him and grabs your cheek as he bring you closer to connect your lips, you kiss up against his van for what felt like 5 minutes, before he opened your door for you and held out a hand to help you inside.
You expected to head back to your house but Eddie had other plans.
“Where are we going?” You say while looking around, but realizing it was too late to recognize any of your surroundings
“Just sit tight, princess. You’ll see in a sec”
You can’t tell if your anticipation is nerves or excitement.
As you continue to wonder, you feel the van come to a stop. Before you know it Eddie is grabbing a blanket out of the back and heading to open your door for you, as you hop down from the van you look around, he’s taken you to a park surrounded by woods with the most beautiful view of the night sky. Eddie lays a blanket out on the grassy field and throws a couple pillows he brought from his room, on top while taking out a thicker throw blanket just in case you got cold, he really thought of everything.
As he’s setting everything up he tells you to pick a tape to play in the van, you open his glove compartment and go through the handful of tapes. After rifling through you finally see the yellow cover reading “screaming for vengeance” and you instantly knew the perfect song to play, a song you’d listen to at night when you’d dream of a life where Eddie liked you the way you liked him.
You pop the tape in, skipping to the eleventh song on the album
Once Eddie hears the first few notes he turns to look at you with the biggest smile, that made your insides wanna melt, it’s like this song meant to him what it meant to you
When I saw your face
I became a prisoner of your eyes
And I would do just anything to stay and be with you
“Good choice” he says as he sits down on the blanket, he looks at you and taps the spot next to him, signaling you to sit down
You know there are times
When I let myself wonder
As I was going under
you pulled me back to earth
You take your spot next to him and he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer to his side, as he looks into your eyes, almost like he wanted to say so much, but didn’t know where to start, instead he looks up into the sky at all the stars, leaving you wondering what was going on inside his head
Don’t you hear me crying
Take me in your arms again
Tell me that your tryin or is our love a lie
Love is blind
And love deceives you
You came along and captured me
Now I’m a prisoner of your eyes
“You know I use to listen to this song and think about you, was so convinced that this was my song for you, it held everything I had ever wanted to say” you say with glassy eyes
He took his eyes off the sky to look over at you, giving you a look with so much adoration, it gave you goosebumps
“I listened to this song for a week straight, when you told me you were going out on a date with that Josh kid from junior year” he says as he smirks and looks back up at the sky, his grip on you tightening
As each day goes by
I’ve given up completely
Trapped myself inside your heart
And thrown away the key
“You’ve liked me since junior year?” You ask almost too stunned to speak
“I mean, it wasn’t that simple, baby. I did all I could to push those feelings down, I knew I liked you yes, but i had my head so far up my ass with the “fuck love, fuck relationships mentality I had, I was almost too proud to admit I wanted you to be mine, but y/n if I could go back, you’d have been mine for a long time” he says as his eyes begin to match yours
“Well I’m yours now, Eddie” you say as you cup his cheek and turn his head towards yours
Only time will tell
If I can live without you
Can you see into the future?
Will you ever set me free?
You lean in and kiss him, his hand coming to slot itself at the back of your neck and in your hair, you deepen the kiss as you slide your tongue into his mouth, the kiss starts to get heated until Eddie pulls away, you whine as you try to chase his lips
“Patience baby, patience” he says while putting a finger up
“I want you so bad, please” you whine
He looks over at you and grabs your chin, turning your head so you can meet his eyes
“I said patience” he says in a dominant tone that was doing you no favors
You nodded your head in understanding
“Good girl” he says back in the same tone
You were sure your panties were soaked at this point
“Trust me baby, this is killing me too. If I was the old me I’d take you into the back of my van and fuck the shit out of you, but I want to be different with you, I want to take my time on you, okay?”
“Okay” is all you can muster, after hearing his reasoning. But you can’t help but wish he would just fuck you right under the stars
He lays down on his pillow, slotting the arm furthest from you behind his head, while the other guides you to lay down next to him, he pulls you so close to him you can feel his heart beat in his chest and the faint feeling of a hard on he’s trying so hard to wish away
You snuggle into his chest, smelling his vanilla and tobacco cologne you got him, one year for his birthday
“You know you can fuck me under these stars and I wouldn’t look at you any different, or think you were only using me for one thing” you say trying your best to get what you want
“Y/n” he said with a warning, but his voice was losing all resolve
“Okay, okay” you say back with a giggle
“What’s got you so worked up, huh angel?” He says
“You” you whisper back
“Daddy’s got you all worked up?” He says back, knowing exactly what he was doing to you
“Mmhm” you groan with a nod of your head.
He brings his lips closer to your ear as he whispers
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s gunna take you home and stretch that pussy out real nice, Kay? But for now, be in the moment with me, I wanna spend this time with you here just like this, in each others arms, we’ll get to that other stuff later”
You continue to nod while shooting him your best innocent look.
This desperation for him was intense, you’ve been in love with him for years and you’ve never felt like this. It was slowly driving you crazy. But you were going to try and enjoy the moment like he said, you know there’s plenty time to get to the good stuff, later.
You both get caught in deep conversation, talks about the universe, life’s purpose and the future. It was the deepest you and Eddie had ever gotten, you loved picking his brain, you wanted to know every little opinion he had.
After a couple hours pass by, Eddie starts to sit up
“I think we should get going baby, what do you think?” He asks as he stretches his arms above his head
“Yes, my butts starting to fall asleep” you snort
You both get up, picking up the blankets.
As you bend down to pick up the pillows Eddies palm comes down to slap your ass, you yelp out at the unsuspecting blow
“Ow, Eddie!” You whine out
“Sorry baby, couldn’t help myself” he smirks at you while throwing the blankets into the back from the passenger side
“I thought we were being patient?” You say raising an eyebrow
“We are, just wanted a little taste to hold me over” he retorts
Rolling your eyes, you slip into your seat.
As you pull up to your house, you instantly recognize the car sitting in your driveway.
A red Pontiac firebird
Your heart starts to race as Eddie pulls up on the curb of your front yard
“Is that Randy?” Eddie says as he looks over to you, trying to read your face
“Yeah, what the fuck is he doing here?” You question yourself out loud
You get out the van, noticing Randy sitting on your porch
“Y/n” he slurs
Oh, god he was shitfaced
“Why would he come here?” You thought
“What are you doing here Randy?”
“I came to see you, beautiful, was missing you”
As he slurs out Eddie walks up behind you
“Go home Randy” Eddie says, clenching his jaw
“Eddie the best friend, thats what you said, right y/n?”
“Randy, you really need to leave” you say, tone laced with venom
“Aw, what’s wrong baby, the other night you were telling me how bad you wanted my dick and now you’re telling me to go away?” He slurs out
“You better watch your fucking mouth” Eddie spits back
“Yeah whatever, look y/n I just want to know why? You know I really liked you? I thought you felt the same way but next thing I know your screaming out this son of a bitches name, and now what, you’re together?”
“Randy, you told me that night that I should tell him how I feel” “I’m confused, what happened?”
“Well what did you want me to say y/n? I thought you’d figure out he was a piece of shit on your own, that he’d just fuck you and throw you away like he does, but apparently not”
“Is that why you sent Becky to my place?” Eddie asks jaw still tightly clenched
“Me and Becky made an agreement, I wanted y/n and she wanted another quick fuck with you, but me, no I wanted you y/n I wanted you to be with me, be mine” he says as his eyes start to gloss over
“Alright, Randy that’s enough, if I have to tell you to leave one more time I’m gunna have to kick your ass”
“Fuck you munson, I’m not going anywhere until she’s mine”
“She’s not fucking property, dude. She doesn’t want you, I think she made that loud and clear, don’t ya think?” Eddie says back with a shit eating grin
Randy turns back to you, trying but failing to conjure up the best puppy dog eyes
“Cmon, you know he can’t give you what you need, you know I can do that for you y/n”
“Alright, man I already warned you once, I really don’t want to hit someone who’s drunk off their ass, but I will”
You stand in front of Eddie, seething
“Randy, I’m gunna go inside, I’m gunna call chief hopper to come and get you because there’s no way in hell your capable of driving, and you’re not gunna contact me ever again, okay?” You say pulling out your best stern voice
Randy looks at you and then looks away, as he swallows making his Adam’s apple bob, then nods his head
“Okay” you nod back walking up to your front door, with Eddie following right behind you
After you call chief hopper and wait about 15 minutes until he picks up Randy.
You and Eddie are stuck in this almost awkward silence, not really sure what to say, until Eddie finally speaks up
“Are you okay?” He asks
“Yeah, I’m fine” You answer
“Are you sure?” He questions again
“Yeah baby, I’m okay, was just nervous I didn’t want you both to fight, especially over me”
“I would fight over you a million times, princess” he says while cupping your face in his hands
“I love you, Eddie” you say as you scan his eyes
“I love you too, y/n” he says as he leans in to kiss your lips
It starts off as a few pecks but then gradually becomes something more, you both start walking up to your room, neither of you daring to break the kiss
Once upstairs, Eddie picks you up bridal style, walking you into your room and throwing you down on your bed
He looks over at the window
“Should I pretend to climb through the window?” He looks over at you with a sly grin
“Eddie, if you don’t get over here and fuck me right now, I will throw you out the window” you can’t help but to laugh at your last sentence and how desperate you sound
“So impatient” he says while walking over to you as he unbuttons his black button up. You start to remove your black dress but he stops you
“Hold on, let me take mine off and then daddy will get to you, Kay?
You nod your head, as you watch the show in front of you.
Eddie removes his shirt before working on his jeans, he seems to be doing everything very agonizingly slow, you realize his motive is to tease you for your impatience.
Finally he removes his boxers, you watch closely as his dick springs up. Already hard, tip leaking pre cum, and all you can think about is licking it
“Now it’s your turn” he says walking over to you
He starts with your boots first, and then removes the dress from over your head, he’s gawking at your bare chest and red lacy panties
Oh yeah he’s definitely gunna take his time with you
He slides back onto the bed grabbing your legs and spreading them, digging his fingers into your thighs
“Open up, nice and wide for me, baby”
You do as he says
“Good girl” he praises
“You gunna be my good little slut, tonight?”
“Yes, I wanna be daddy’s little slut”
Eddie really wanted to make love to you, but you were making his internal battle of making love vs fucking you into oblivion, too easy.
He begins to remove your panties, slipping them off your buttery smooth legs, before widening them back up.
Your pussy on full display for him, glistening from your arousal. It was the prettiest pussy Eddie had ever seen, and it was all his
“How do you want me baby?” He asks, looking up from your revealed sex and into your eyes
“What do you mean?” You cock your head In question
“Well, I can be gentle or I can be rough, how do you want me?” He says
“I want whatever you want to give me, you’re allowed to enjoy yourself too” you want him to be a little rough but you didn’t want to come out and say it
“I know, but I want to make this special for you” he says as he glances back down to look at your pussy
“It will be special, baby. Everything with you is special to me” you whisper
Eddie nods his head in understanding
“Daddy really wants to make you scream his name, is that okay?” He says scanning your eyes
Your eyes almost roll into the back of your head with how horny you are and how sexy he is
“Yes, please” you whine
Eddie starts to lay down between your thighs, stomach flat against the bed
He takes you behind your knees as he props your legs up and out of his way
First he kisses your thighs and moves up to the crease between your thigh and pussy, you try to quiet the moans that are desperate to leave your mouth, it already feels too good, and he’s not even eating you out yet
Finally moving his mouth directly in front of where you need him most, Eddie licks his lips and gives your clit a kiss before he starts his ministrations
Licking all the way from your puckered hole to your clit, and holy shit there’s no way you can keep the moans at bay any longer
“Oh my god, Eddie” you almost scream out
It’s so incredibly sensitive from all the teasing Eddie’s been doing to you today
Finally he sucks your clit into his mouth, before he’s spitting on it and then slurping it back up
Fuck, you think you’ve died and gone to heaven because there’s no way he’s this good with his mouth
But Eddie proves you very wrong when his tongue continues to go back and fourth from your asshole to your clit
All you can do is gasp and moan
At this point all words are lost on you, as your orgasm begins to build
You’re white knuckling the sheets while Eddie eats you like a man starved
Slipping two finger into you and hitting that spot you’ve been trying to hit for weeks is what pushes you over the edge, as you scream out Eddie’s name so loud the neighbors could probably hear you
Eddie continues giving your clit some more licks and kisses before he’s moving back up to hovering over your face, his chin and lips glisten with your arousal, so you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, tasting yourself as you both moan in unison
You were going to ask Eddie if you could return the favor, but before you could he was slapping his cock against your folds, as you cried out from overstimulation
“You ready baby?” Eddie asks as he wraps his hand around his cock and begins to move it to your needy hole
“Yes, yes, please fuck me” you moan out in desperation
He begins to enter
“Baby I need you to relax, it’s too tight when your body’s tense, okay? I got you, I’m gunna make you feel so good if you just relax” Eddie sounds just as desperate
You nod as you do your best to relax your body, and once you’re completely relaxed Eddie starts to push in, you were still super tight so to distract you from the pain Eddie started rubbing small circles on your clit, you moan out from the sensitivity of just having it devoured
But it does distract you from Eddie bottoming out inside you
“Holy shit, how did you get tighter from the last time we fucked?” He moans out
“Fuck y/n you feel so fucking good”
He hasn’t even started stroking yet, and he’s already sounding like a moaning mess, and you love it. It was turning you on even more if that was even possible with how turned on you already were
“You can move, Eddie, please”
With that he starts off slowly, but as your moans start to get louder he starts to pound into you harder, your eyes continue to roll back and close
“Uh uh, keep your eyes on me” Eddie says in the dominant tone you got a glimpse of earlier
“Yes daddy” you say as you look into his eyes
“Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl” he says with each thrust
“Daddy, please spit in my mouth?” You don’t know where that came from but you were the most turned on you’d ever been and you just wanted to try the dirtiest shit that came to mind
Eddie starts to slow his hips as he looks at you with your mouth wide open and tongue out
He could cum right then, if he wasn’t so desperate to get you off first
He leans down and spits a glob right on the middle of your tongue
You take it into your mouth swallowing it, and then smiling up at him
“Thank you, daddy” you said in the sweetest voice
You were really trying to kill him
“Fuck your such a dirty little slut for daddy aren’t you baby?”
You nod unable to form words with how hard he’s hitting your spot
“I said your a dirty little slut aren’t you?” He said again, through gritted teeth as he slapped the side of your ass
“Yes, yes daddy I’m a dirty little slut, for you”
“Just for me?” He asked as he continued to hit your spot
“Yes, just for you, only you Eddie, fuuuck”
“You’re so fucking deep, I’m gunna cum”
“Cum for baby, cum on my cock, so I can fill you up” he moans out
He starts to rub your clit again, to help you reach your peak
Your legs start to shake
Your pussy gripping his cock like a vice as you cum, this orgasm way more intense then the last time you were together
Eddie cums inside you with a low growl, and sweet whispers in your ear of
“I love you, I love you, I love you”
Eddie lays on top of you for a few minutes, maneuvering himself so you could still breath
He lays with his head nuzzled in your neck as he continues to whisper praises in your ear
“You were so good for me baby, I love you so much” “nobody compares to you, I hope you know that” “I wanna marry you someday”
You and Eddie stayed up that whole night until the sun came up talking, about everything and nothing.
Eddie was right, this was a night you would never forget.
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(Author Notes)
Panel 1: Finally, Relvin returns with the country doctor, a tired-looking woman of late middle age. She does a cursory examination of Imogen, who can hear her thoughts (as well as everyone else’s) the entire time.
Doctor:
Another one. There’s the rash all right. Throat inflamed. Fever. Same symptoms. Don’t know how I’m going to find the time.
Relvin:
She’s got to get better -- wonder what it’ll cost -- got a little put by -- poor kid hate to see her lookin’ so done in -- should crop off all that hair of hers it’s sappin’ her strength -- pity though
Laudna:
What’s wrong what’s wrong with Imogen can it be cured? Is she all right? Is she in pain? Is she going to die? She looks so miserable what can I do to help?
Panel 2: Focus on Laudna, who is looking worried and uncomfortable. Everyone’s thoughts cloud around her, although only Imogen can hear them.
Doctor:
So this is the one everyone’s calling “witch” and saying is the start of it all. I don’t put much stock in wild tales but she seems to have some malady, all right. Don’t have time for it now.
Relvin:
how to ask that one to leave maybe if I offer to see her home that’ll get the point across
Laudna:
Maybe I did cause this and I just didn’t realize it should I leave I don’t want to leave her I can’t lose her she’s all I have —
Imogen:
Laudna. Laudna, it’s okay.
Laudna:
Delilah did you do this Delilah if you’ve harmed Imogen -- don’t say things like that don’t start shut up SHUT UP DELILAH
Panel 3: Imogen cuddles up to Laudna as she moves to sit next to her. Rising, the doctor gives Relvin the diagnosis. Lost in his thoughts, he is caught off-guard.
Laudna:
Do you need anything, darling?
Imogen:
Just you.
Doctor:
Despite what y’all may have heard in town, there’s no hexin’ at work. Just a nasty outbreak of scarlet fever makin’ the rounds. She’ll need care. Which of you will be providing it?
Relvin:
What even is she she don’t look fey or elvish exactly but there’s something not quite right about her kind of unsettling to see Genny hangin’ on her like that all the time I mean I’m glad my lonely girl’s finally found a friend but did it have to be that friend wonder what kinda grave did she dig her up out of shoot is Imogen readin’ my mind right now???
Panel 4: Relvin hastily steps forward and raises his hand.
Laudna:
I will!
Relvin:
Now, we wouldn’t want to impose on you. I thank you for your kind offer, but I’ll see you home now, little lady.
Imogen:
No! Don’t go, Laudna.
Doctor:
It’s probably best if all you three quarantine together.
Relvin:
All right. You know best, Doctor.
Relvin, internally:
Dammit.
Panel 5: Laudna hugs Imogen, cheered up by the prospect of quarantine together, which provokes a wan smile from her.
Laudna:
Oh, a sleepover!
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Senario: walking in after a mission/spree and finding their partner dancing and singing to music while cleaning. (Bro made peace with being kidnapped LMAO)
Maybe BEN, Jeff, Toby and Eyeless Jack?
I absolutely love this!! Send in more scenarios!! I hope you enjoy 🖤
CREEPS COMING HOME TO YOU DANCING/SINGING
JEFF THE KILLER:
He felt the atmosphere was different as he was walking towards the front door, it was odd, a feeling he wasn’t used to when coming home
It was happy, the air was lighter, it made his skin crawl
When he pushed open the door, there you were. Happily rocking out to the cd in the radio
He didn’t expect you to like the music he did, especially something as heavy as this
He didn’t realize you’d like the cd’s that we’re thrown about the house, but hell did he like it
He watched from the door as you jammed out, playing air guitar over the solo
A smile spread over his face, his scabbed cuts breaking and beginning to bleed
He could get used to this.
BEN DROWNED:
He was happy you were finally getting used to being around here
He knew it was hard to adjust but he tried to make the transition as easy as possible
When he realized music was your thing he supplied you with any sort of access to it
So when he came home to you dancing he was more than happy to see that you were adjusting alright
He watched silently with a stupid grin on his face
As he watched all he could think of was how much he loved you. How glad he was to have you here.
Eventually he let you know he was home, assuring you not to stop just because he was there
When you wouldn’t start back up he joined in, starting the dancing session once more
EYELESS JACK:
Music had always been an escape for Jack when he was human. When he was in college he was always swamped with hard homework and studies, so taking time to relax with music was a big thing for him
But ever since his sacrifice he’s dreaded music. It reminds him of the life he never got to have. What was ripped from him.
When he heard music from inside he felt anger bubble up in his chest. How did you get your hands on anything of the sort? He swore he burned all of his cd’s.
He walked in rather angrily, his steps heavy and his brows furrowed. When he heard your sweet voice singing along all of that anger subsided instantly
He felt guilty…
How could he take something that was so dear to him while he was human away from an actual human…
He felt his heart ache, he was confused, conflicted… He couldn’t be mad at the one he loved. Especially for trying to make yourself feel more at home…
He let his hand slip from the handle, turning around and walking away to ponder his thoughts alone
TIM/MASKY:
It had been a rough day… The mission was long, and awfully bloody. He just wanted to have dinner on the table and lay in bed with you after. No matter what protest you put up
He was about to call the same thing he did every time he walked in the door “honey! I’m home!” but the faint music stopped him
He followed the soft sound through the house, quieting his heavy boots until he made it to the kitchen.
The heavenly smell of roast hit his nose as he peaked around the corner. There you were, dancing and singing quietly as you plated dinner
He felt his heart melt as he watched you. He’d wanted a domestic life just like this…
He knew it had been difficult for you to adjust to his wants and needs… And seeing you so happy made him happy. That’s all he wanted was a happy domestic family…
Seeing you adjusting happily was like his wildest dreams come true
He snuck up behind you, placing his large hands on your waist as you set the plate down on the table. “Smells great honey.”
BRIAN/HOODIE:
Brian had always been quiet when coming in the door. All he ever did was take off his boots, pull up his mask, and give you a kiss before continuing with whatever he had to do for the night
Honestly he thought of letting you go, he felt pretty damn bad that you were so unhappy
He didn’t like how you two fought, the yelling, the screaming. And he just couldn’t bring himself to kill you…
As he was coming home from a mission he almost dreaded walking in the door…
He tried to take anything dangerous from you, but he didn’t know what you’d get your hands on and what you’d do with it…
So when he walked in the door to you singing to the radio he couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t express how happy he was that you were finally beginning to get adjusted
He wasn’t exactly a fan of your music taste but he was happy that you were happy
He made his way over to you, pulling up his mask just halfway for you to see his gapped smile before he gave you a tender kiss
“TICCI” TOBY:
Toby had always been a music guy
Just like Jeff he had an abundance of cd’s scattered around the house and he knew it was only a matter of time before you found something you liked
Which honestly he hoped for. He wanted to be able to spend time talking about music and enjoying it together
Coming home to his love singing along to the music in the cd player was just what he had been waiting for
“Found something y-you like?” He’d ask, taking the cd case from you and looking it over. “G-good choice. One of my f-favorites.”
At first you’d be embarrassed that he caught you, trying to put on that same persona that you hated it here and you wanted to go home
But as the music continued playing and Toby began singing along as well, you couldn’t help but get comfortable
“F-find more you like! It’s date night!”
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The Spot (Jonathon Ohnn)
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You knew John as another scientist at Alchemax. Actually, you knew him through Liv, or Doctor Octavius. She introduced him to you at a coworker’s retirement party and said he usually kept to himself to obsess over his work. He was one of the “higher up’s” at Alchemax, so he when he was at work, he was pouring himself into the experiment at hand. It took you, and even more so Liv, by surprise that he visited you during lunch break.
Woah, did you just witness what I witnessed?” Liv shook your shoulders playfully with an agape, somewhat exaggerated expression.
“Doctor Ohnn talking to me because he’s a nice guy?” You deadpanned.
“Him talking to you in general, but during his lunch break? It’s already a monthly occasion that he’ll talk to someone he’s not as close to, but during a break time? Something’s up.”
Liv bumped your shoulder and proceeded to direct you two into each others’ directions a lot more than you would have anticipated. You couldn’t tell if all of this attention from the soon-to-be head scientist was to play with this whole situation at hand or in hopes of embarrassing you. Because judging off of her other interactions, this was definitely not genuine. She had her own reasons. Anyway.
John visited more and more until one day he finally opened up with something other than work.
“Hey, so, uh-the coffee here.” He stammered, staring blankly out in front of you. One of his hands clasped around a mug full to the brim with dark coffee. “The cof-ffee at Alchema-max is…erm…”
“It’s passable,” you finished for him. He pointed a knowing finger to you and laughed.
“Right. Um, well. If I said I know a place. That. Has. Better…” he trailed off. He looked so much more flustered under the pressure of your simple eye contact.
“A coffee-?”
“A coffee place!” He interrupted. “If there was a better coffee place in town, would you wanna see me after work so I can show it to you, maybe grab a drink?” He said rather…quickly. You laughed some at his continued unease to help loosen him up. And he did.
It was not long at all before you exchanged numbers, and suddenly, you also had someone to talk to. Liv teased you about how she didn’t need to check in on you anymore now that you had “your little friend”.
And you wanted to think of the guy as your friend, nothing more. But then he kept asking you on these little friendly dates, and then you could see they weren’t so friendly anymore, as a romantic date would be.
You were stuck.
You were hoping to keep this in the friend zone because you adored Jonathon. And you were scared to try to have that kind of more intimate relationship. You were more comfortable staying at more of a friendship. Unfortunately, one day you knew you’d have to suck it up.
You both sat on a small bench in the park as the sun set. How cliche. He was such a dork for picking out the setting.
“His face was priceless!!” You gushed with guffawing laughter stuffed in between each word. You tried to pull yourself together so you wouldn’t end up embarrassing yourself with how red your face was.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” John said. “Larkins is really a special one with facial expressions.”
Your laughter slowly settled to slow breathing with occasional giggles as your mind’s eye replayed Larkins’ little accident. Your narcissistic coworker got caught locked inside the janitorial closet and was screaming from how dark it was in there. He looked absolutely mortified once let out after about twenty minutes.
An awkward silence pursued you.
John scooted to his left towards you with a goofy smile. You scooted towards him as well. You both knew just how cheesy it was, and that was the fun of it. But you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread creeping onto you. Then you felt John’s fingers slip over yours and you physically flinched.
And then you prayed he didn’t take notice.
“Y/N. This is so cheesy, but. I’m really glad I met you.” John started.
“Aww, thanks, John.” You mustered up. And you really were flattered, just a bit worried by where he was going with this.
“I was thinking of moving next year, actually. I would’ve been able to work at a different Alchemax location, at least.” He left you in stunned silence for a minute.
“That sounds great! Whe-where are you thinking of going?” You stammered. There was an anxiety building up in your throat with a sting of annoyance.
“Well, actually, this was before Larry’s retirement party. And then Liv introduced you and, well.
I, uh-I really enjoy your company.” He was turned to completely face you now. You turned towards him as well at the same angle. His hand remained on yours. It was fidgeting. Twitching back and forth. A lot. His facial expressions morphed into completely different emotions. But the primary one was anxiety. John was contemplating something, but he was thinking so long and hard about it the silence was getting awkward.
“Um, John-” you attempted to break it. Only to be cut off by his lips meeting yours.
You melted. And you fell hard, holy crap. You cringed at how long it took you to finally come to and return the sloppy kiss. John pulled away a few moments later and looked at you with a tomato red face. You sputtered out a giggle.
“What?” He laughed with you.
“You’re a living tomato,” you gestured around your face.
“Well,” John leaned forward and clasped his hands gently onto your cheeks. “So are you.” You stiffened and felt some more blood desperately rush to your face. You groaned and took his hands into yours. You hid your face in his hands and John laughed again. You laughed as well, your back hiccuping up and down. John moved his hands out of your grip and onto your waist to pull you forward. You caught yourself with your hands on his chest and kissed him again.
Screw it.
This was worth a little bit of a risk.
“You wanna wrap this up at my apartment?” You ask once sitting back down on the bench. You leaned against Jonathon who you could feel stiffen. His heart pounded against his chest. He gave you a small nod and choked out “sure”. So you whipped out your car keys, spun them around your finger, and walked back to where you two had parked.
You and Jonathon sat on your couch with a plethora of blankets and pillows to accompany the cold breeze coming through the window and an old, nostalgic Disney film playing on the tv. It was getting a bit too cold…You bundled up into your blanket like a small burrito. Then you saw Jonathon change his position so he was laying with his head on the couch arm rest. He looked timid, just from his body language alone. You knew so much more coursed through his mind than he showed in his body language.
You felt a little silly.
The blanket burrito collapsed onto Johnny so you were laying on top of him. He groaned despite your rather soft landing and his arms flew back out of your way.
“Come ooonnn, loosen up, Johnny!” You whined, turning over so you could be face to face with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest. A small shudder made its way from Johnny’s chest. He finally lowered his arms to wrap around you gently. You laid your head onto his chest as it rose and fell steadily. Though, there was still the occasional stutter in his breathing that entailed he was trying his best to keep it steady. You moved your head once again to face him. His eyes quickly darted away from yours.
“I..wasn’t staring.”
“I never asked if you were.” You quickly scooted your knees up a bit on the couch to kneel so you could move your face up to his. Cupping his face with one hand and balancing on his shoulder with the other, you trailed small kisses along his cheeks and jawline. Jonathon audibly gasped and fell backwards, trying to move away from you as you kept kissing the pathetic man.
You followed him back as you both started laughing. Your kisses became more and more sloppy as your laughter took ahold of you. But you still were able to hold the man’s face, with both hands, and plaster them everywhere on his face.
“NO-Y/N, STOP-STAAAWWWPP!!!” He whined between giggles.
“NEVEERRR!!” You yelled dramatically, placing another kiss on his nose and one more on his lips. You let your knees slide back so you laid back on top of Jonathon. It was his turn to cup your face and return the kiss. You slid back some more and parted the kiss, burying your face into his chest. You already knew his face was picking up steam. You laid there comfortably until the silence got a bit awkward. Well, it wouldn’t be awkward if Jonathon wasn’t as tense and his hands weren’t still up in the air as if he was trying to avoid touching you. You rested your head on its side-on your cheek. Without looking up, you grabbed Jonathon’s hand and brought it to your head. Slowly, you felt his fingers move along your scalp.
“About time,” you mumbled with a soft sigh.
“What was that?” Jonathon whispered.
“Love ya, babe.” you replied. He chuckled and pet your hair, his other hand smoothing around your waist to rest on your back. He started to draw shapes on your back, slowly lulling you to sleep. John sometimes complained about how large his hands were. As much as you’d like to tell him, you found it a bit strange yourself how comforting their touch felt. How one of his hands would almost entirely engulf yours. The way his fingers moved along your spine was satisfying in a way you couldn’t put into words. And you really couldn’t. Like, actually. You were already knocked out.
Jonathon didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep until he was close to falling himself.
“Y/N?” He whispered. No response. “Hmm. Y/N~…” Still no response as he lifted your hair out of your face to study you. You looked so still when asleep. How could he ever think to wake you up? With a guilty weight on his hands, he gently shook you awake.
“Mmmm…hmm?” You groaned, opening your groggy eyes. “Ohh, hey, Johnny~” He blushed at the nickname and yawned.
“Baby, we locked up the apartment, right?” He asked gently. You nodded, your eyes threatening to drift back to sleep. “No, no, no, shhhh..lemme do this…” Johnny slowly scooped you up to carry. You slung your arms around his neck as he walked out of the living room. You heard a click of the remote and the remaining light in the room was gone. Then you heard a door creak open and before you knew it, you were being settled onto your bed. Your blanket was draped over you, which you quickly snuggled into with the cold atmosphere. “Make sure you get a good night’s sleep, alright? I love you, Y/N.” Johnny turned around to leave your bedroom. You heard the door begin to close and your arm shot up.
“Wait,” you said, unknowingly interrupting Johnny’s last goodbye. He stopped and looked back at you. You were adjusting yourself and the pillows on your bed. You scooted to one side of the bed and patted the space next to you.
“You, uh…you want me to spend the night with you?” Johnny said quietly. It couldn’t be what his mind had anxiously referred to, for sure. You were already half asleep, there was no way you’d ever-
“Of course I do, ya dummy. Now get over here!” You smiled. Johnny nervously walked to the other side of the bed and sat on the very edge. You frowned and leaned over, constricting your arms around him and forcing Johnny to lay next to you. Your arms were still wrapped around him, only relaxed this time. You couldn’t imagine ever being the big spoon, so you released your arms once he was settled in and snuggled up to the side of him.
One lanky arm wrapped around beneath your neck. The other lazily draped over your waist.
“I was beginning to like the change of pace,” Johnny remarked softly into your ear. You gave an inquisitive hum. “I wouldn’t complain about me being held by you. It’s quite nice.”
“Ohh, well. I figured you were just used to being the ‘big guy in charge’, y’know?”
“Oh, please,” Johnny scoffed.
“Hehe. Yeah, I know. You’re a big softie.” You turned over to face Johnny with a soft smile. “You are really nice to hug, though.” On cue, you wrapped your arm around him and pulled yourselves closer to each other.
“Uh-uh..uh-um, um. Y-You think that?” John stuttered quietly.
“Yeah,” you replied. “You’re real soft. And like, your shape is really cuddly.” You we’re beginning to lose your wording and slur your sentence together. Johnny smiled bigger than you could ever see him smile and he gently tightened his embrace, resting his head on top of yours. He could feel your hot breath on his neck. He began playing with your hair in hopes of lulling you back to sleep alongside him. This feeling-the rising and falling of your chest-was enough to make him pass out. You both slept a deep sleep, limbs entangled and a newfound confidence in where your relationship was going. You loved Jonathon. That was enough motivation to keep going with this.
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🍫Dark Chocolate🍫
Yandere Carlo/P x reader
Warning: spoilers, yandere behavior, broken bones, and death
Reader’s Perspective: 🍫White Chocolate🍫
Final Part: 🥀Tummy Ache🥀
Word Count: 2598
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Love… I’ve only heard of it being described in fairytales. Yet my life isn’t a fairytale, it’s reality. I have never received familiar love. My ‘father’ was always so absent in my life that I don’t believe I should even call him a father. I remember reading fairy tales as a child and thinking to myself that I still had a chance to experience love. Until my ‘father’ announced to me the arranged marriage. My hope for love died that day. Of course… I guess I’m just cursed to never experience true love. The day I had to meet the one I was to betroth was a dreadful day. I knew that they were coming from some rich family who dabbled in the vehicle industry. I also knew that their family only were after my ‘father’s’ puppets. This love is fake, under the guise of a beautiful union to cover up its selfish purposes of our parents’ greed for success. Just like white chocolate, its milky white sweetness covers up the fact it’s not actually chocolate.
My ‘father’ and I went to their luxury home to meet. I begged my father to cut off this arrangement. Instead, he went on and scolded me, saying that I was lucky to be marrying someone who’s made ‘perfectly’ for me. I rolled my eyes as we got closer to our destination. At the front door, my ‘father’ brushes off his coat before turning and fixing my hair. The door opens and we’re greeted by Mrs.(last name) and Mr.(Last Name). Behind them, I spot someone around my age hiding shyly. Their (eye color) eyes sparkle and stare at me curiously. Just like they would describe in fairytales. I flush and turn away, reminding myself that this isn’t love. That I didn’t ’choose’ them, that our parents did this out of benefit. I was pulled out of my thoughts as I heard the most heavenly voice speak.
“Hi… I’m (name), it’s a pleasure to meet you” they said so shyly, it was cute.
I hadn’t noticed I didn’t respond until my father gave me a small nudge.
“Son, it’s not very nice of you to not greet (name) as well.”
I feel the embarrassment flood my body as I realize I have just been staring at (name).
“I’m Carlo, a pleasure to meet you”
From that day on, I knew I had to be careful to not fall for this fake love. I refuse to give my ‘father’ the satisfaction of receiving a successful deal out of this arranged marriage.
As the years passed I could never get rid of (name)’s presence. Always following me around like some lost dog. It was pathetic, their parents must’ve told them to do this. Yet deep down I couldn’t help but enjoy their attention on me. The devotion to follow me everywhere and shower me with compliments. Yet I always remembered that this love isn’t real. It’s just an illusion formed by our parents’ greed. Or at least that was what I thought until the petrification disease spread across Krat.
“Mother! Father! Please! We must take Geppetto and Carlo with us!” (Name) says desperately
I remember standing there as our parents discussed the ongoing pandemic. The (last name) family was planning on fleeing Krat until the disease died down. Yet (name) didn’t want to leave me or my ‘father’ behind. The tears and desperation in their voice as they begged to take us or even stay with us touched the parts of my heart I didn’t know existed. Yet I knew it wasn’t safe for them to stay. So I did what I had to do to protect (name) from this disease. It’s the least I could do to make up for my ignorance and cold behavior toward them.
“Can’t you see you’re not wanted here, (name)? Go! You would be doing me a favor by running off with your family of cowards.” I say in a cold tone, despite the turmoil it caused inside of me.
Seeing their eyes look at me in disbelief and betrayal hurt me more than any weapon could. But I steel myself and push them away to protect them. I’m glad I did because it wasn’t long before I caught the disease myself. Even now as I breathe my last breaths I don’t regret pushing (name) away. Yet I can’t help but mourn over the chance at love. If only I had looked at (name) and not the arranged marriage. Maybe in another life, we could’ve been so much more.
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I had only woken up a few hours ago and followed a voice to the Krat Hotel. No memories or emotions coursed through me. Only an objective to arrive at the Krat Hotel and find my father. The cold rain making my clothes cling to me like a second skin didn’t even bother me. Now here I am standing in the lobby talking to Sophia. I recognize her voice to be the one that led me here. She explained to me where my father was last seen. I took it all in as just information to get me closer to my objective. That was until I heard a sweet voice.
“Sophia, who’s the newcomer-“
I stop and stare at the most heavenly person I’ve ever seen. The gears and ergo in my veins move faster. Something deep inside my ergo calls for them.
“I-it can’t be…”
“Oh, (name), I want you to meet P”
Instinctively my hand raises to reach and hold theirs. I wanted to feel their touch and I wanted to hear their voice more. Yet before our hands could touch they pulled away and ran off. I almost wanted to go after them. Something insides me yearns for them, but I remember my objective and turn back to Sophia.
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I had just recently saved my father from the Mad Donkey before bringing him back to the Krat Hotel. Already he assigned me to get rid of the abandoned watchman at the town hall. I arrived back late at the hotel after successfully completing my objective. My father calls me into his office. I obediently arrive and he sits me on a chair before standing before me tiredly.
“Son, I’ve assumed you’ve seen (name) again?”
I nod but I can’t help but be confused. What did he mean by ‘again’?
“I know that seeing your betrothed again may have been upsetting, but do know that they still adore you.“
Betrothed? What was my relationship with (name) before?
“Treat them well, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges at the moment. They’ll come around sooner or later”
With that said I stare and nod at my father. Treat them well… if my father commands me, I shall obey.
Over time I notice (name) helping around the hotel. The way they would smile with Eugénie or Sophia when they talked. I wish that their smile would be directed toward me as well. Even the way they would coo and cuddle Spring made me want their attention more. Everything they did was so… perfectly sweet. Just like how I would hear Eugénie talk about chocolate. How it’s the perfect balance of sweet and rich flavors, something I wish to experience as well. As I collected more ergo on my journey I couldn’t help but notice something new about myself. The way my ergo would yearn and sing around (name) or even if they would glance at me for a second. The springs and gears inside of me would creak louder. What is this feeling?
One evening after coming back from my recent journey I couldn’t help but notice a figure heading to the library. My curiosity got the better of me and I followed. I quietly enter the library only to see (name) struggling to reach a book on a high shelf. It was cute seeing them on their tippy toes. I approach them from behind and grab the book easily. As our bodies touched I felt a shock throughout my body. The feeling of their warmth against my cold body was addictive. I wanted more.
“Thank you” (name) barely whispers before grabbing the book out of my hand and running off.
I stare at their disappearing figure with longing. After having this small taste I couldn’t help but want all of it.
The next few days I noticed how (name) was actively avoiding me. It was driving me insane not being able to at least enjoy staring at them doing mundane things. I was more distracted as my ergo was nearly bursting with want. Gemini had made multiple comments on my distracted mind.
“Hey pal, let’s call it quits early today. You seem… distracted. We don’t want you making a slip-up, not to call you sloppy or anything”
I nod before using the stargazer to return to the hotel. As I walked to head back to my father’s office I heard a beautiful melody playing. My feet walked towards the music and as I got closer I could hear the sounds of someone crying as well. Concerned, I turn the corner to the piano and see (name) playing the piano. The tune was beautiful and almost nostalgic. I really liked the melody and walked closer to (name) silently. My body felt like it was moving on its own as I kept staring at (name). Once they finished playing it felt like I was pulled out of a trance. Their crying was all that was left in the room. I couldn’t help but put a hand on their shoulder to comfort them.
“Go away… you’re the last ‘thing’ I want to see at the moment” they say resentfully
Yet something deep within my ergo told me not to. My body moves on its own and pulls (name) into a hug. It feels like my body has been wanting to do this, that it needed to. I feel (name) relax into my embrace before continuing to cry. All of their grief was laid out before me and I gladly held it all close to me.
From that moment on, (name) had become more softer and affectionate to me. Just as my father said, “They’ll come around”. This love blossomed the more ergo I collected and the more human I felt. Yet that all came crashing down after I came back from the beach. Those flashbacks of Carlo’s memories haunted me. Watching how easily Carlo passed upon (name)’s love until his last moments. It made me feel disgusted with myself. That’s when I promised to never let (name) experience being unloved ever again. So when my journey was coming to an end I laid with (name) one last time before fighting Simon. I promised to never leave them alone again. Our ergo was meant for each other. I whisper my promise to them before departing.
“I promise to come back… I won’t leave you again, (name)”
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I had finally defeated Simon and I stood before my father. He tells me how proud he is and that now I can finally be a real boy for (name). That I could fully love them as I was meant to if only I gave my heart. I nod as my father pulls me close and hugs me for the first time. I smile then I feel the sharp pain of my heart being removed. The last thought I had was of my love for (name).
I wake up once more feeling rejuvenated. My father is staring down at me with a smile.
“Father” I say happily as he helps me up onto my feet.
“Welcome back my son” my father responds joyfully
I hug him tightly as he leads us out of the building.
“Carlo, my son, you remember (name)?”
Instantly my heart is thrumming and I look excited.
“(Name)? Where are they?” I ask eagerly
My father smiles and tells me that they’re at the Hotel Krat, but that I needed to get rid of some pests that reside there with them. My body feels a sudden rush at the thought of making father proud. Before I could rush off to complete Father’s wishes he stopped me.
“(Name) will be very happy to see you again. Finally, you two can be united just as it was always meant to be. I saved this for you two just for this day”
Father pulls out two rings and I slip one on. The thought of having (name) all to myself thrills me. All of their love and affection will finally be all mine.
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Oh, the sounds of beautiful screams fill the halls. What a joyous day for me. Finally, all of the love I deserve is going to belong all to me. I happily walk to (name)’s room, the warm blood and oil speckle my body in beautiful shades of red and black. Slowly I open the door to reveal an empty room. Oh… playing hide and seek now, I love games. I silently search the room until I hear the faintest of breaths exhaled from the wardrobe. It brings a smile to my face. I rip open the wardrobe and pull (name) against me. Their screams are like music to my ears.
“My love~ I promised you I would come back”
I hold them close as I stare lovingly down at them. I love the way their fear makes them look like a cute bird caught by a cat. The way I can feel their heart pounding against their chest. They’re so excited to see me again as well!
“Let go of me! You monster!”
Monster? No, no, they got it all wrong. Why are they being so bitter? Where’s the sweet love from before? I feel them push against me weakly. This isn’t right… they’re supposed to love me. Then I realized maybe they just need to learn. They forgot how to love a human, not a puppet.
“Now, now, that’s not very nice of you, love~”
The tears that spilled from their eyes were so cute. So helpless and vulnerable, just proving that they need me.
“Father promised me that we were made for each other. So start acting like it, love.”
I feel them tremble in my hold before submitting to me. It brings a smile to my face. They only needed some ‘encouragement’ to open up to me again.
“That’s a good spouse~”
I lean close to reward them with a kiss. Suddenly I stumbled back as they smashed a vase against my head. I growl and glare as I watch them run. Fine. If they want to play a game of chase then so be it. I ran after them throughout the hotel. I’m impressed as they managed to run outside, but it’s about time I ended all of these games. I grab their leg before snapping it easily.
“See? That’s what happens when you’re not a good spouse. I have to clip your wings.”
Feeling the victory and joy at finally winning. I pull out the matching ring and slip it onto their finger. They’re all mine! All of their love is all mine! I can’t help but pull them into a kiss. They cry louder and it brings me joy.
“That’s right, love! Cry! It’s a joyous moment for both of us. Now we can be together forever just as we were meant to be”
(Name) may be bitter now, but I guess dark chocolate takes some time getting used to before it can be fully appreciated.
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Notes: I hope you all enjoy this. I’m also sorry that this fic is way longer than the first one.
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For your writers block cure/drabble prompts….
Playing Bitey with Eddie? hehehe 🖤
Okay so here we go. I'll love you until the end of my days for sending me this even if turned out I can't even really drabble when I am asking for drabble prompts. Guess I'll have to practice that some more. But I hope you'll like it!
CW: for biting and blood, in a kinky way | nsfw 18+
Eddie Munson x gn!reader with boobs 2.1k
You met Eddie on a warm summer night at a party neither of you had been invited to, in a town where no one knew your names because you were both just passing through.
A problem with the engine of your car - which also was your home - interrupted your travel plans and had you stuck here for who knew how long. With the prices of motels these days you opted for adventure; the night would tell you where to go.
It led you to the bottom of an empty swimming pool with a cold drink in your hand and an alright conversation with some guy who never introduced himself when something small hit the back of your head and made you whirl around.
“Hi,” he said, long legs dangling from the edge of the pool, smiling at you from above like a handsome, heavy metal Cheshire Cat.
“I’m Eddie and I bet I can hold my breath longer than you.”
He was all wild hair, twitchy feet and curious eyes, and some guy behind you was erased from your mind completely when the tip of Eddie’s tongue poked from the corner of his mouth as he awaited your reply.
“What’s my price?” you asked and Eddie’s smile became all teeth.
“Your price?” he rubbed his chin and hummed; voice oh so deep yet full of mirth. “How about some time well spent? The highest of all goods?”
You laughed, shook his outstretched hand and pulled him off the edge and into a rabbit hole of silly bets.
He held his breath in for a long time but you held yours even longer. Ten whole seconds longer and Eddie demanded two out of three because it had been such a ‘close call’ and when he finally accepted his defeat he pulled you up the ladder and out of the pool to find more silly things he could challenge you to.
Two wild hours later and you didn’t want this to end, but you were in a tie and Eddie declared the next one to be the deciding match.
“I have other plans before the night runs out,” he said and you swallowed a thick lump of sadness and challenged Eddie to stand on one leg longer than you.
“Ready?” you asked.
“So ready,” he said solemnly and his dark brown eyes were soft but wild and something else and you didn’t want this to end. So you balanced on your leg like the fate of the world depended on it and so did Eddie and you spent almost ten minutes like competitive bantering flamingos before that little shit started to sabotage you by trying to make you laugh. With success.
It turned out that Eddie had no honor, for he took this ‘win’ like it was an earned one and claimed your mouth in a heated kiss as his rightful prize.
“What about your plans?” you asked him when he pulled you into his van and your clothes off your body.
“Sweetheart,” he chuckled against your neck before he smiled down at you. “My plans are to make you scream my name.”
“Oh,” your voice broke and he licked his bottom lip as if he was about to eat you.
“I bet I can make you come at least three times before the sun comes up.”
You were glad he won this bet.
Eddie had been travelling east and you west when you collided and - after you sold your run-down car for parts to the shop you had left it with the day before - the two of you decided to head north for no particular reason, really, because the real destination was now sweetly wasting the days away together.
You kept up your little games. There was a competition in everything if you wanted to and since the winner got to have their way with the loser, losing wasn’t exactly the right word anyway.
So Eddie took it with as much grace and dignity as one could losing a milkshake-gulping contest with strawberry milk squirting out his nostrils because he knew that pity made you treat him extra nice, and you were totally fine tapping out after three seconds of whose feet are the most ticklish because Eddie immediately pulled you close to make sure you were a thoroughly sore loser.
Today, furious rain kept you inside the van that was currently anchored in the parking lot of a venue where you would see Metallica tomorrow night. Eddie had made sure that you arrived early, just in case. You love those lazy days in between adventures. It’s cosy inside this cocoon that was a jumble of your things, with the rain on the roof and Eddie’s warm skin always touching yours somewhere because there simply wasn’t enough room to move away that far on the mattress even if you had wanted to.
You keep a tally on the wall and right now the score stood 24 - 23 for you and you knew Eddie was itching to even it out again. You’ve been reading to him for the past hour and he keeps glancing at the thing, letting out a sigh every now and then. He was adorable.
“You know,” you say, his head in your lap, your fingers playing with his hair, “if you want to fuck, you can just say so.”
“No,” he draws his brows down, stifling a grin, “I want to earn it.”
You laugh, looking for the line where you just left off to resume reading when suddenly Eddie sits up, radiating this feral energy you’d fallen for so quickly. “You wanna play Bitey?”
“Bitey?”
“Yeah, uh, we bite each other at the same time, the loser is who can’t take it anymore and breaks it.”
Something is dancing in his dark eyes; excitement and also fear. The fear of a first rejection maybe, fear that he just crossed a line you wouldn’t follow him over. He couldn’t know that your mouth was already watering with the anticipation to sink your teeth into his skin.
“Alright,” you say, chucking the book somewhere on the mattress. “Let’s play Bitey.”
Eddie moves so fast his features blur as he grabs you and then the inside of the van goes hazy as he pulls you into his lap. You brace yourself with your palms pressed to his bare chest, eyes wide, heart pounding.
“Hi,” he says with a hungry grin that makes your spine prickle before he pulls the frayed Dio shirt over your head. You wear nothing underneath and you shiver when the cool air hits your bed-warm skin. Eddie soothes the goosebumps on your back with his large palms while he presses soft kisses to your left shoulder. “That spot ok?” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your skin not far above the point where your collarbone ends. “Not a lot of muscle there.”
Your breath hitches slightly as you brush Eddie’s hair to the side, eager to work on him. “Here?” you ask, licking a stripe along his shoulder; your whole body is thrumming.
“Hmmm,” he brings his hands further up your back, keeping you steady, mouth still hovering. “I’ll stop when you do. When it gets too much.”
“You’re very confident to win this one, aren’t you, Munson?”
“Maybe,” Eddie chuckles deeply. “Don’t hold back.”
“I won’t.”
“Ready?”
He opens his jaws wide, you feel how his lips draw back as the sharp ridges of his teeth press against your skin. You place your hands on his waist and your mouth on his shoulder; you take one deep breath, hold it and then you bite and so does Eddie.
It starts as a pinch and builds, builds, builds and turns into a sharp hot pain that surges through you as your skin is pulled up between his teeth and wedged together; he’s not holding back and neither are you. You let out a whine as the heat caused by his mouth pools inside your chest and rushes to your pelvis, thrumming fast with the rhythm of your pulse, quickening when a moan vibrates through your shoulder. Eddie feels so soft and fragile clenched between your jaws, and you taste salt on his skin, you feel saliva dribbling out the corner of your mouth and you clench some more, coaxing another pretty moan from your pretty boy who draws his arms tight around you before he gives you more of this sweet sting, slightly wiggling his head as if he wants to fit you in there fully, devour you whole.
You breathe in deeply. There are tears forming in the corners of your eyes and you feel a drop of sweat run down Eddie’s side as it catches on your finger. He presses out hot air past his stretched lips and slides his tongue over your skin, the soft sensation clashing with the violent delight of the bite. Eddie groans and shivers and you squint your eyes shut tight, spilling a single tear as he bites down just- a- little- more.
You’re trapped between too much and not enough and just when you think you can’t take it any longer—
Blood. You taste blood. Eddie’s blood.
Your tongue follows the faint trace of iron, laps at the spot where your canine pierced his skin and your head starts spinning as the rusty sweetness floods your tongue and—
— Eddie lets go of you and pulls away panting.
Your jaw goes slack, releases him but your head is too heavy to lift, the world still spinning when Eddie’s hands cup your face.
“Look at me,” he almost whispers as he gently lifts your head. “Baby, open your eyes.”
He’s blurry at first and you blink the tears away finding his cheeks flushed, his eyes shiny and dazed and wandering across your features as his thumbs caress your cheeks.
“You okay?”
Your gaze falls to his mouth as he speaks; it’s red, too red, a glossy wet red and your hand moves up, a little shaky as you slide your thumb over the soft full bottom lip and take the red away with you as you pull back to behold it.
“Oh,” you say. “Oh!”
Eddie catches your wrist and holds it holds it holds it while he holds your gaze, and you can see the question, the want, the need on his face, so you wiggle out of his grip and slide your thumb past his lips inside his mouth. His eyes roll up before they close, fingers digging hard into your thighs as his tongue takes a piece of you away with him.
His mouth chases you as you pull your hand away and you lean far back in his lap, the muscles in his thighs flexing, balancing your weight before you can slip away and fall and you laugh, you feel dizzy and drunk on him and you’re hungry for more.
“Look at you,” you rasp, words catching in your throat. You pinch his chin between your fingers and turn his head. A trickle of blood runs down Eddie’s shoulder, a dark red tear springing from the midst of angry pink marks, raw and sore and beautiful.
“Oh that’s perfect,” he says almost wondrous when he sees it, sliding his fingertips through the mess you made of him, staining them a pretty red. Eddie grins like a wicked thing inside your grip before he quickly drops his head and snaps his teeth, sinking them into the soft flesh between your thumb and index finger.
You hiss at the sting, but he’s just playing now, only bites down hard enough to keep you in place while he reaches out to run two fingers up the trace of blood running down your chest, adding yours to his own. Your eyes follow the motion, admire the crimson smudge he leaves on your skin before he opens his mouth to let you free, to make room to place his own middle finger in between his lips and sucks it clean, leaving the other one bloody.
Eddie shivers, groans, eyes dark under heavy fluttering lids and you have to have him now, lick into his mouth before the taste of your amalgamation leaves his tongue.
“Wait!” he stops you and you protest with a hiss, eager to ignore his orders but his palm meets the base of your throat and makes you. “My greedy little vampire,” he tuts and there is blood on his teeth.
“Let me taste you, Eddie…” you breathe out desperately as Eddie starts wiggling his hips beneath you and leans to the side, his hard cock pressing to the inside of your thigh and you imagine how pretty it would be if your lips left streaks of crimson on his shaft.
“I declare defeat,” he says and draws a bloody line through the last group of four on your side of the tally with the tip of his index finger. When he turns back to you, his eyes are black holes and his grin is sharp enough to cut yourself on. “You may claim your prize now. I’m all yours.”
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30 : ‘adopting a pet together’
W/Eddie Munson
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you and eddie had been living together for a while now, you apartment had become home very quickly for the both of you.
everyday life together was something you easy jumped into, not having any bumps in the road - it just worked.
but sometimes it got lonely, you’d be out at work and eddie would be alone, or vice versa. and then there were times where you’d lay together and thing - wouldn’t it be great to have a dog lay with us too.
so you had decided on it, to go to the shelter, it was christmas time and you knew a lot of dogs needed a home, especially now.
walking hand in hand to the shelter, you smiled up at eddie as he opened the door for you, letting you duck under his arm.
“hi, how can i help you?” a woman smiled from behind the counter.
you returned the greeting with a smile, “we were hoping to have a look at your dogs.”
“you’re planning to adopt?”
“mhm, we are,” eddie nodded.
“great, have you got any ideas in mind. age, temperament, breed?”
“we were wondering if we can see the dogs you’ve had here the longest?” you said.
a grin broke into the woman’s face, “that’s very kind of you, i know who to take you too.”
leading you through a door you saw a few rows of kennels, yapping and barking coming from inside.
you and eddie chuckled seeing a small boy and his parents playing with a young labrador pup.
“she’s just down here.”
“how longs she been here?” eddie asked.
“around four months, we’re actually getting to the point where a staff member will have to take her or, the other option.”
you frowned, “poor baby.”
“is there a reason people won’t take her?” eddie asked.
“well, yes. it’s the way she looks more than anything. speaking on which, this is echo.”
looking in the kennel your heart melted, there sat a golden brown pit bull. a long scar of an old gash across her nose.
the woman nodded towards her, “people see that and think she must be vicious. we rescued her from some not very nice people.”
you nodded, and eddie spoke up, “could we meet her?”
“of course.” the kennel was unlocked and you and eddie went inside, being quiet not to startled her.
“hi pretty girl,” you cooed, offering your hand for her to sniff. she did so, tail wagging like a helicopter, eddie followed your actions, the pup had a smile like expression.
the pair of you sat down near the dog, allowing her to come over to you. she did so with ease.
“how old is she?” you asked, giving echo a fuss.
“we’ve estimated around 3 years old, she’s neutered and has had all her vaccines. she’s probably not the best for a home with another dog, just because of past experience
“she struggles being cooped up with them for long periods of time - she’s okay outdoors, it’s just when she feels trapped.”
“that’s okay, she’d been our first dog,” eddie said.
you smiled, echo basically climbing into your lap, head resting on your shoulder, having a good sniff at eddie.
“oh eds,” you said, wrapping your arms around her.
“she’s perfect right?”
“she really is.”
“would it be possible for us to adopt her?” eddie asked, the woman couldn’t stop beaming.
“of course, we have a lead and harness for you to take for her. leaflets for care at the front, i’ll need you to fill out some paperwork.”
you nodded egarly, the lady called over another member of staff, “could you please get echo ready to go home?”
the smile they gave each other was contagious, “of course i can, i’m so glad someone’s finally giving her a chance. come on sweet girl let’s get you ready.”
echo let out a sweet bark, allowing you and eddie to get up, whining slightly when you exited her kennel.
“we’ll see you soon sweetheart,” eddie comforted, giving her a pat on the head.
“if you follow me back to the desk,” the woman said, leading the way back through the kennels.
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the paperwork had been filled out and you’d grabbed so many leaflets so you could head to the store.
now you were just waiting for your girl, and with a small bark you knew she was on her way.
her tail was wagging like crazy her body was in a deep purple harness with matching lead.
you’d learned she was well trained too, didn’t bite, chew things she shouldn’t, potty trained, knew basic commands.
with a pull and bark she ran towards you, “hi pretty girl,” you smiled, kissing her snout, “you ready to go home?”
she was so excited , her whole body wiggling happily.
“i think that’s a yes babe,” eddie laughed.
“well let’s get our girl home.”
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
and that’s how your evenings went, lay in between eddies legs on the sofa, echo’s head lay on your stomach.
your hand lazily rubbing her back, eddie doing the same, your other hands linking.
this was the life.
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part one • part two • part three • part four
happy golden days of yore • 5
pairing: dark!bucky barnes x curvy!reader
warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. noncon smut. pet names.
words: 2.9k
notes: sorry i’m posting late i totally forgot to do this earlier. thank you all for reading and interacting with this story - hope you’ve all enjoyed it! 🖤
How to kill two hours in a cabin alone with a man you’d just found out had stolen your underwear and used them to masturbate with not 24 hours ago. It was a thick silence between you and Bucky as you meandered around the kitchen, making toast and tea to try and calm your nerves. It was almost 7:30 at that point and Bucky had told you the shop in town didn’t open until 10. You’d leave around 9:30, go get a battery, come back up here and Bucky would replace it for you, then you’d be off. You just had to kill two hours..
You ate the toast slowly, taking sips of tea between bites. You were feeling so sick, not sick sick, but like you were anxiously waiting for something to happen. An uneasiness was settling in the pit of your stomach. Bucky, thankfully, had left, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You weren’t sure where he was or what he was doing, but you were glad he was making himself scarce for the time being. Your breakfast helped you kill a good twenty minutes or so.
You finished the toast and took your plate to the sink, rinsing it off as Bucky suddenly appeared from the living room. You didn’t spare him much of a glance as you dried off the plate, briefly meeting his eye before you turned your back to him.
“You doing okay, sweetheart?” he asked, the concern in his gaze evident as opposed to the accusatory way he had looked at you when he found you in his room earlier, and that perturbed you slightly.
“Yeah, I’m,” you took a breath, “I’m fine. Just worried about my car,” you fibbed.
“You don’t need to,” he assured you. “It’ll be fine.”
You just nodded lightly as you turned back to the table to grab your mug. You wanted to keep your space from him. Something felt different now, you couldn’t deny the anxiety that was spiking when he was around now.
“You look really nice, by the way,” he complimented.
“Oh, uh, thank you,” you accepted with a tight lipped smile, the memory of last night flashing through your mind as you fought an unbidden shiver that threatened you. “Makeup does wonders,” you forced a laugh.
“No, that’s all you, doll. You always look nice. You’re gorgeous,” he moved closer to you with each word until he was right up against your back. You stood straight and turned to face him, your eyes wide as you looked up at him. Now, you weren't thin or ‘small’ by any means, nowhere near it, but your frame was still considerably smaller in comparison to his imposing stature.
You were frozen, you didn’t know what to do. His flesh hand came up to stroke your cheek as he was staring at your lips. You were essentially trapped between him and the table so you didn’t have anywhere to go. He leaned in to kiss you and you turned your face as you gasped almost indiscernibly. His lips met your cheek and you tried to lean further back into the table to get some space.
“What are you doing?” you breathed, voice quiet and shaky.
“Don’t worry, doll, it’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you,” he said softly, speaking as if you were lovers as opposed to the strangers you really were. You whimpered as you leaned further away from him, his hand now on your jaw, turning you to face him. He leaned closer and kissed you, softly at first before it turned harsher all the while you were squirming, and pushing at his chest to get him to back off of you.
When he finally relented, you were gasping for air, shoving as far away from him as you could. You got across the kitchen, clutching your chest as you stared at him, shock and fear clear on your face.
“What is wrong with you?” you asked incredulously.
He looked at you like you’d just tried to slap him.
“Don’t do that, sweetheart. I know you feel this between us. I see the way you look at me. It’s obvious there’s something here,”
“Are you insane?” you said, voice bordering on shrill.
Bucky didn’t seem to react well to that. His jaw tensed and he narrowed his eyes at you, the cold blue in them nearly freezing you to the spot.
“I’m not insane,” he answered, voice hard as he took a step toward you.
You realized you were now in the exact positions you’d been in when you first met him those few days ago. As he took another step forward, you did the exact same thing you had done previously. You made a run to the living room, heading straight to the garage door. You didn’t know what you were going to do once outside, but getting away from the unhinged avenger across from you was really your main focus.
You grabbed onto the handle and tried to open the door to no avail. You were shaking the knob in your hand as Bucky calmly walked into the room.
“It’s not gonna open, doll,” he informed you. You let go of the handle and turned to him slowly, your breathing heavy. You were terrified. Here you were standing in front of a very well connected man, a hero to the masses, as he told you you were now locked in this cabin with him. “New locking mechanism. Just installed it. Needs a code,” he said as he held his phone up in front of you, showing you the pin pad on some sort of app.
“What are you doing, Bucky? Seriously, what do you want from me?”
“Please don’t look so scared,” he said, voice much softer now. “I’m not going to hurt you, I would never hurt you.” He approached you while you had your back pressed up against the door, chest heaving and you didn’t even realize you were shaking slightly with fear.
“What do you want?” you asked again, on the verge of begging.
“You,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I want you. I know how happy we could be together-”
“You don’t even know me,” you objected, cutting him off.
“I can tell. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, doll. This is fate, you being here, us meeting like this. You’re perfect for me. I can be perfect for you, too if you give me the chance.”
He claimed he wasn’t insane, but there was clearly something very wrong here. These sounded like the ravings of a madman.
“Bucky,” you shook your head as a stray tear fell, “please. I just want to go home. We can, we can talk. Later. We can. We’ll- we’ll set something up. I’m coming back in a few weeks, right? We could..we could have dinner? Just, take things slow. If you really think we’d be good together, we can try. The right way. Not like this, not by keeping me here. Please,” you nearly whispered your last word as you tried to reason with him. All you wanted to do was leave. You didn’t feel safe and he was only getting closer.
It looked, for just a second, that he was going to back off. There was this look in his eyes, he almost looked sad, guilty maybe. But then he spoke.
“I can’t do that, doll. You’re here now. I don’t think I can just let you go. It’ll be okay, you’ll see. You belong with me. I promise, you won’t have to worry about a thing. We can just go on like we were. It’s been nice, hasn’t it? And now we won’t have to pretend or fight or hide our feelings, our attraction to each other. It’ll be great. We’ll be great.”
His hands were on you again, cupping your face as he looked into your eyes. The sincerity there was real and you found yourself even more upset at what was happening.
Bucky wasn’t just sexually attracted to you. He was clearly borderline obsessed. He wanted to be with you in every way, not just to have sex with you. You didn’t know if that was better or worse.
You still didn’t know what to do. You didn’t have a way out, and even if you did, what chance did you stand against him? You were trapped. Cornered. Caught.
You didn’t move as Bucky leaned down, his lips finding your neck. He was kissing you, sucking and nipping lightly every so often. You were staring straight ahead, just hoping he’d stop of his own accord and come to his senses. You were tense against him as his hands came down to wrap around you, holding you closer to him. When he moved to the front of your jeans, you finally moved again.
“No, Bucky, please, don’t - don’t do that,” you rushed out, begging as you tried to get away from him once more, and failing as he kept his grip.
It was like he couldn’t even hear you as he just snapped the button off your jeans and began to push them down. You were hitting him anywhere you could, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest. He could only get the jeans about halfway down your thighs before he effortlessly threw you over his shoulder. Your legs were essentially stuck together with the way your jeans were tight against your thighs. You yelped at the sudden jolting and were kicking your feet as best you could. Still, it didn’t affect him at all as he walked up the stairs with you. You were beating on his back, trying to wriggle out of his hold. Before you knew it, though, you were being unceremoniously dumped onto his bed. You were on your back and Bucky had your pants the rest of the way off within seconds of your landing. It took you a moment to get a hold of your bearings but when you did, you scurried away from him on the bed. He took the time you weren’t struggling to undo his belt and rid himself of his jeans as well before he crawled onto the bed with you, grabbing you and pulling you to him with no effort at all. His lips were on yours once again as you whimpered and struggled against him. He pushed you down flat onto the bed, straddling you as he pinned your arms above you while you cried.
‘Bucky, please,” you pleaded softly through your tears as he stared longingly down at you. He was hovering above you as your knees were bent up.
“It’s gonna be okay, I promise. I’ll be gentle.”
His words only made you cry harder as you began to accept your fate. There was no way you could fight him off and he clearly wasn’t going to give in to your pleading and cries.
You went limp beneath him and he let go of your hands, allowing his own to travel beneath your sweater as he laid between your still bent legs. He trailed his hands softly against your tummy and up your torso before he began squeezing your breasts through your bra, his lips attaching to your neck again as you laid there. You shuddered when you felt his erection as he began grinding against your still clothed core.
You squeezed your eyes shut and tried not to focus on the pleasure it stoked in you when he rubbed against your clit. His hands left your breasts and went to the band of your thong, pulling it down easily.
He moved down your body as his hand found your pussy, rubbing you while you bit your lip to keep the moan from tumbling past them.
“I knew you wanted this just as badly as I did,” he whispered against your skin. You shook your head in protest and uttered pathetically. “I never said I wanted this.”
“You don’t have to say it, sweetheart. Your body is speaking for herself. I’m gonna make you feel so good, doll, you’ll see. You’ll be crying for more by the time we finish.”
He slipped two of his fingers inside of you and you couldn’t hold in the gasp it elicited, though you tried.
“‘Sokay, doll, you’re okay,” he murmured as his lips trailed your lower belly to your thighs.
He curled his fingers against you, stimulating your most sensitive spots as he did. He pumped his fingers in and out rhythmically as you writhed on the bed. After a bit, his thumb found your clit and he rolled it expertly as your thighs tightened around him, every muscle in your body tensing as a hot white pleasure was building more and more with each roll of his thumb in sync with the thrusting of his fingers deeper and deeper inside of you.
“There you go, baby, just like that. Let it happen, sweetheart. Come for me,” he instructed huskily.
You cried out as the pleasure expounded, lighting you up inside as you came on his fingers.
“Good girl,” he praised as he worked you gently through the high, “good girl.”
He sat up and removed his shirt before he inched your sweater up and pulled it over her head. He made quick work of your bra, eyes lighting up as your breasts spilled from the cups. His hands immediately going to cup them himself and you had to look away as he toyed with you, squeezing and groping them before his attention was on your nipples. Pinching and teasing your sensitive peaks as you squirmed and whimpered.
You refused to look when he removed his briefs, his heavy cock erect against him.
He took himself in one hand and pumped his shaft twice before he leaned into you, pushing just the tip inside of you.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “You're so tight, sweetheart,” he gritted out.
“Please, stop,” you cried again as he moved just the tiniest bit. “Please, Bucky, please,”
“I know, it’s gonna hurt a little bit, but I’ll go slow. I’ll make it feel nice, I promise,” he breathed out as he leaned over you now.
He pushed in further and you whimpered at the stretch. It was a burning sensation, but as he moved further inside of you, began rocking against you, the pain slowly turned into pleasure as he moaned and grunted above you. His hands found your hips and he held you down as he fucked you, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.
You tried to fight it, but that same feeling started building again while his thick cock hit all the right places inside of you as he rocked his hips against yours, his pace never faltering and his lips finding your own again. He leaned his forehead against your own and you squeezed your eyes shut while he stared at you. There was no malice in his eyes and it was then you decided it was worse knowing he wasn’t just doing this to fuck you, but because he wanted you in every way he could possibly have you.
“Please,” you murmured one last time as his pace picked up and he began to lose his rhythm. His hand moved to your clit again and he began to rub figure eights against it as he felt your walls tightening around him. “Jesus christ, doll, you’re squeezing me so tight. You gonna come, sweetheart?”
A cry was his only response as your hands found his back. You dug your nails into his skin as your body shook with the force of your second orgasm and his continued thrusts.
“Goddamnit,” he nearly growled as he began thrusting in and out of you harder. With a few more thrusts, he spilled inside of you. You gasped as you felt the ropes of his cum shooting along your walls. You had thought you were all cried out, but the sensation renewed the tears in your bleary eyes. He dropped his head into your neck as he nuzzled into you, his arms coming up under you, hugging you to him as you both tried to regain your breathing. You felt him pull out of you and he then pulled you into him as he rolled onto his back, never letting you go.
You laid in his arms, unmoving as he kissed your head and whispered sweet nothings to you. It almost seemed surreal. All of this. Unbelievable. But here you were, living it. Wrapped in the arms of Bucky Barnes, a well known avenger, after he locked you in this cabin and had his way with you. Because he’s convinced himself you were meant to be. That you were made for him. Straight out of his wildest dreams. As if you weren’t a person. Like you didn’t have any dreams yourself. You felt ill, you had no idea what would come next. Not a clue as to what to do now. So you just laid there.
His hands rubbed up and down your back, surely trying to soothe you.
“I told you it’d be good,” he said. “You might be a little sore, but you'll be okay,” he assured you. You took in his words and let the silence grow for a moment.
“Will I?” you quietly murmured, the question barely audible to your own ears. He leaned down and kissed your head again before he squeezed you tightly, letting his thumb rub up and down the softness of your skin.
“Yeah. You will be. I’ve got you, doll, I’m right here. I’ll make sure of it.”
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A/N- i was very excited to write this one! i’ve been dying to learn how to play dnd and though i don’t have a very good understanding of it i’m glad i could do a little research and try my best to incorporate something like this in a bedroom sense. cause let’s be honest, this is 100% something that Eddie would do. please bear with me, this is the first time i’ve written something kinky and also the first time i’ve written anything about dnd and i’m not the most well versed when it comes to things like that 😅 i also want to apologize for how long it’s taken me to finish this, it’s my longest fic to date! to be honest i’m quite proud of it so i hope you all enjoy it too 🥰🫶 and for those of you who aren’t aware, this is a fic for my series based on my NSFW alphabet 🖤
Genre- Fluff, Smut
Warnings- reader has female anatomy, p in v sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), body worship, use of handcuffs and blindfold, overstimulation, use of ice cubes, nipple play (i think that’s it 😅)
Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @heydreamchild
Words- 7.2k
You giggled as you sat on your end of Eddie’s bed as he placed a small wooden tray down onto the blankets between you two. On it was a small velvet bag, a little notebook, and a few other romantic touches like flower petals and a few pieces of chocolate.
Tonight was the night you and Eddie had been planning for a while, or at least he’d been planning it for a while. He had been hinting all week at having something special planned, even getting you little gifts to prepare for it. On Monday it was a new little bottle of perfume that you knew he picked out with himself in mind, considering the smell of rose and strawberry mixed in with your natural pheromones was a major turn on for him.
Tuesday was a new pair of black fishnet stockings, complete with a black lace garter belt to keep them held up, which was perfect considering he had destroyed your last pair.
Wednesday was some new makeup that you said you’d been dying to try out. A deep red lipstick, new eyeliner and mascara, and Eddie added one of his own personal touches by getting you a new set of makeup brushes with little bats all over them that he had to have been waiting to give you since Halloween.
Thursday night was a new pajama set, though it was more like lingerie than pajamas. A silk blood red negligee with black lace trim, with a long robe to match it. It was comfortable, it was sexy, and it was what Eddie loved to see you in. Though he would prefer to see you in nothing, this was a pretty good compromise.
Friday night was your favorite gift. A silver chain with a little ‘E’ pendant that hung so prettily around your neck, and you could tell from the way that Eddie placed it so delicately around your neck that he had been planning on giving it to you for a while, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to mark you as his for everyone to see.
Finally, Saturday night came, and Eddie had all of your little presents laid out on his bed for you to change into as soon as you got back home.
He hadn’t told you what your surprise had been, but when he walked into your bedroom with a big smile on his face, wearing only his black boxers and carrying that tray in you knew it had to be good.
You glanced over and saw that he had a few things out on his nightstand as well, things that he wouldn’t normally bring out during sex. There was his handcuffs obviously, but you also saw a small bowl filled with ice cubes, a blindfold, his bandana that he loved to use as a gag, and a lit candle that you seem to remember seeing hidden away in one of his nightstand drawers.
“What’s all this for?” You asked him with a giggle.
Eddie smiled and clapped his hands together, looking at the tray he had set up before him,
“Sweetheart, i have something very special planned for us…” He reached out for the little black bag and untied the top strings, pouring out the contents of it onto the tray and your eyes widened seeing all the different dice fall out.
“Are those new? Oh god, what do you have planned?” You said between giggles.
Eddie tossed the small bag onto his nightstand and reached his hand out to your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss.
“They are princess, and i got them just for us to use. You know i’ve been giving you all those presents this week, but i never told you what i had planned for tonight…” He picked up the little book and flipped through a few of the pages, “I know you said you wanted to try and learn some more stuff about Dungeons and Dragons, and you wanted to try out some new stuff in the bedroom, so i made us our own little kinky roleplay session to do together.”
Your heart was racing, your face bright pink from your blush and Eddie could tell you we’re excited from your smile.
“Really?! Aww, Eddie that sounds like fun! How do we do it?”
“Alright sweetheart, here’s how it’s going to work,” Eddie cleared off the board in front of him, opening the small book to the first page, “I’m going to tell you something that i want to do to you, but instead of just doing it you’re going to roll a specific die and that’ll decide what we’ll do. So, for example, i want to kiss you and i’m sure you want to kiss me too, but you’re going to roll the D20 to see who initiates it.”
Eddie handed you the D20 and you rolled it onto the board in front of you as you bit your lip, watching as it landed and Eddie leaned over with a smile,
“Looks like you rolled a 12 sweetheart,” Eddie leaned himself over the bed and placed his hand behind your neck, bringing you closely into him, “Even means i initiate, odd means you do.”
Your hands went to gently hold onto the sides of his neck as he pressed his lips to yours with a smile, gently suckling your bottom lip as he pulled away.
Though this was just the start of the night Eddie had planned for you, seeing how much thought he put into it was so sweet, and even more of a turn on for him to bring his nerdy things into the bedroom.
“Good girl, you’re catching on quick.” He moved himself back and you were sat on your legs, eager to see what would happen when you rolled the others. He picked up two more of the dies and held them out for you to take,
“These are the D10 and the D8. Normally, you’d use two D10’s but to be completely honest with you i felt like using one would just be easier for us.” You giggled and looked at them in your hand, quickly figuring out which one was which.
“So what do i use these for?”
“The D10 is going to decide what kind of foreplay we’re doing, and the D8 decides how long we’re doing it for. And you can roll as many times as you want sweetheart, i’m feeling generous tonight.”
“Oh, is that right?” You said with another giggle before rolling the D10, “Or do you just want to see how long we can keep all your nerdy stuff in the bedroom?”
“Maybe a bit of both.” He said with a smile before looking at what you rolled, checking the little black book still in his hand, “You rolled a 1, so that means we’re just making out for…” He said as he waited for you to roll the D8, watching it closely, “Damn, only two minutes.”
“That’s ok! I plan on rolling it a couple of times tonight.” You said with a smile, biting your bottom lip,
“Do you want to roll the D20 to see who initiates it?”
“Absolutely! You’re catching on pretty quick.” Eddie eagerly reached out and rolled the D20, the both of you watching it carefully to see what it landed on,
“7. You initiate sweetheart.”
You nearly jumped into Eddie’s lap from your place on the bed, straddling his waist as your hands went behind his neck to pull you in close. His hands immediately went to your body, one grabbing hold of your waist while the other held the back of your thigh, kneading the soft flesh of your ass in his hand as his lips met yours.
Your make out session was quick, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t hot and heavy. You were grinding your hips into his lap as your tongue gently pushed your way past his lips, and he tasted of sweet cherry, almost like he was hoping you would pounce on him as soon as you got the chance to taste his lips on yours.
As you pulled away, you gently bit his bottom lip and giggled as he held you in his lap for a few moments,
“Fuck, princess, you can’t be doing shit like that to me on a night like this… You’re gonna make me want to take you right here and now and say ‘fuck it’ to this whole night i had planned out for us, you wouldn’t want that would you?”
You giggled and pressed your forehead to his, gently kissing the tip of his nose,
“I don’t know… Maybe i do, and maybe i want to see what happens with the next roll…”
Eddie smiled and slid the board next to you to keep you in his lap.
You reached for the D10 once again and you both watched with anticipation waiting for it to finally land, and Eddie smiled as he saw the 6 land upright on the board.
“On your stomach baby girl,” He lifted you out of his lap and you did as he said, quickly removing the robe from your shoulders and gently placing it onto the floor next to his bed, “rolling a 6 means you get a nice relaxing massage, and i’m going to be doing it for…” He picked up the D8 and rolled it on the board, “4 minutes! I’ll make sure to go nice and slow just how you like it.”
You smiled and your body relaxed into his bed as Eddie moved himself over you, straddling the back of your legs as his hands slowly moved up and down the sides of your back before placing a soft kiss to the space between your shoulder blades.
His hands moved slowly and gently, but still firm and loving as they kneaded the soft flesh of your back, making sure to leave a few kisses here and there as he admired your body beneath him.
You closed your eyes and let out a moan as he placed a kiss onto your back before he lifted up the back of your negligee and moved onto your lower back. His fingers delicately traced over your spine and he gripped your waist as he leaned down over you, pressing his chest into your back to whisper into your ear,
“Feels good baby girl?”
You smiled to him and nodded as your head was still relaxed into the pillow. He hovers his lips over your neck before leaving a trail of kisses down to your shoulder,
“My turn to roll princess…” He reached over for the D10 and smiled as he waited for it to land, his lips curling into a smile as it landed on a 2,
“It’s a 2! And that’s a very special roll too,” He moved himself off of you and laid next to you on the bed, his back propped up against the pillows as he moved his hand down and slowly rubbed over his cock that was still covered by the black fabric of his boxers, “If we roll a 2 or a 3 that means that either i’m going to eat you out or you’re going to suck me off… The D20 decides who goes first. Why don’t you roll the D8 for me baby?”
You smiled and sat yourself up onto your knees as you pulled off the negligee that was already halfway off thanks to Eddie being so eager during your back rub and leaned over to kiss him quickly before rolling the D8 on the board,
“Only 5 minutes handsome, but i think i’ve been able to make you cum in less than that before.” You said with a giggle as Eddie leaned over to grab the D20, making sure he was able to get a handful of your ass and squeeze as he did.
He rolled and you both watched it with anticipation, waiting for it to land until Eddie laid back into his place with a smile, sliding his boxers down his thighs,
“4 means i get to go first baby,” He got himself comfortable in his place as his cock sprung free, and though you’d obviously seen it plenty of times before, each time Eddie was fully exposed to you in his state of desire it always made you blush, “come over here and let me hold your pretty hair back. I wanna see your face when you gag.”
With a smile you eagerly moved yourself between Eddie’s legs, his hands moving through your scalp to collect your hair and hold it back out of your face as you leaned down and gently licked the head, already dripping with precum.
You looked up to Eddie as you placed open mouthed kisses all over his length and he watched with a smile, leaning his head back as you took the tip into your mouth and gently suckled on it before swirling your tongue around it.
Eddie was always very vocal whenever there was oral involved, wether it was you or him receiving he always let you know that he was enjoying it and this time was no exception.
As you slowly leaned your head down onto his cock, a few gravely moans escaped his throat as you slid your lips further and further down his length, pulling back as you reached halfway only to sink back onto it.
He hated it when you teased him but god you always made it feel so good. As dominant as he liked to be, when your mouth was on him he was like putty in your hands, entirely under your control. He watched your head bob up and down on him, and as you looked up you could see the glazed over look of lust in his eyes.
His head leaned back and Eddie let out another moan as his fingers gripped your hair, your lips now giving their full attention to his sensitive tip and as he started gently thrusting his hips upward you could tell he was getting closer.
“Stop!” He yelled out between moans.
You took your mouth off of him and looked up to him with concern in your eyes,
“What? Is everything ok?”
“Everything’s fine baby…” He had taken a few deep breaths to compose himself before bringing you close to him for a kiss, “It’s your turn, and i want to make sure i don’t cum until i’m inside you baby girl.”
You giggled and bit your lip as you swapped places with Eddie, laying back against his pillows as he positioned himself between your legs.
His hands slowly moved up and down your thighs before taking off the fishnets and garter, kissing down your legs as he pulled them off and tossed them away before moving to your panties.
His fingers hooked into the sides and placed a kiss to your clothed core before he slid them down your thighs, laying himself down on the bed as he tossed them with your stockings.
You giggled and moved your hands to the sides of his hair, moving it back from his face,
“Now it’s my turn to hold your pretty hair back handsome.”
Eddie smiled and looked up to you, placing a few more gentle kisses over your thighs before licking a long wet stripe through your folds,
“I love it when you talk sweet to me pretty girl.”
Whenever Eddie had his head between your thighs he loved to show you how much he really loved you, and wether he had all the time in the world or only the 5 minutes you were given from the roll of the D8, he wanted you to know how much he adored you.
His eyes stayed on you the entire time, watching as your head tilted back and your back arched as his tongue made sure to reach all the right places. With every whimper and moan that escaped your lips he was only encouraged to keep going for as long as you wanted him to.
One of his hands moved yours away from his hair to interlock your fingers together.
If he couldn’t hold you while he was making you feel this good, he wanted you to know that he was there to give you all the love and affection that he could. It only meant that when the time came for him to be in full control of your body, you knew that everything he did to you was out of pure love and respect for you.
Your legs wrapped themselves around his back, your plump thighs gently squeezing the sides of his head as your toes curled, getting closer and closer to cumming with every whine that left your lips.
With one last lick to your folds, he caught his breath and carefully unwrapped your legs from around him, climbing up and laying over you with his hands on either side of your head.
He brought one hand up and guided you up to his lips for a sweet, soft kiss, giggling as you pulled away,
“I can taste myself on you…”
Eddie giggled with you and pulled you in for a few more kisses before laying himself down over you, his hard cock resting between your legs as you held each other close.
He slowly pulled away from you, glancing over to his nightstand to all the little toys he had set up for him to use on you,
“Want to try the D6 angel? I think you’re going to like what we do with it.” He said, reaching over and handing you the D6.
You moved to lay on your stomach with Eddie moving to lay himself on top of you, placing kisses over your shoulder blades as you rolled the die onto the board.
“It’s a 2! What does that mean?”
Eddie smiled and placed another kiss onto your shoulder before getting off of the bed and grabbing his little book, flipping through the pages. He chuckled and set it back down onto the tray before leaning over to the nightstand, grabbing the blindfold and moving the tray onto the empty space,
“This die decides which little trinket i get to use on you. Rolling a 2 means that you get to be blindfolded, is that alright sweetheart?”
You nodded excitedly and sat up on the bed, moving to kneel before him on the mattress.
He smiled and carefully wrapped the black silk cloth over your eyes, making sure not to make it too tight or get it tangled into your hair as he tied it into a little bow in the back,
“How’s that?”
“It’s perfect! Not too tight but not loose enough to fall off.”
“Perfect. And you can’t see a thing can you?”
You blushed and shook your head, curious and yet nervous as to what Eddie planned on doing to you with this sense cut off.
He reached out and gently traced his fingertips down your arms, taking your hands in his and placing your palms onto his torso.
You smiled as you felt the soft skin of his abs under your fingers, moving them to his waist and bringing him in closer to you. Eddie stepped forward and you could feel his hands go to your shoulders, guiding you back into your position laid down on the pillows.
“Don’t worry sweetheart,” Eddie placed a trail of kisses down your neck to the valley of your breasts, “i’m going to take good care of you.”
He moved himself back up and placed a soft kiss onto your lips before reaching over and grabbing the D6,
“Here pretty girl, one more time.” He opened your palm and placed the die in your hand, moving the board over within your reach.
You giggled and rolled the die onto the board, hearing it come to a stop as it landed upright, and you heard Eddie chuckle. The weight shifted on the bed as Eddie reached over to the nightstand, and you could hear the gentle clinking of his handcuffs.
Your body shivered as you thought about being restrained once again, and though it was something Eddie loved to do often, you never got tired of it. He was always so gentle with you no matter how aggressive he liked to get, he always made sure that your comfort came before his pleasure.
A gentle gasp escaped your lips as he dragged the cold metal over your tummy.
“You rolled a 4. That means we get to use my favorite toy.” Eddie smiled as he gently took your hands, placing a kiss onto the back of each of them as he lifted them above your head, “Don’t worry sweetheart, i promise i won’t make them too tight.”
He placed one around your right wrist and lifted it all the way up to his headboard, pulling the other cuff through the metal bars and placing the other cuff around your left wrist.
“You know what to do sweetheart.”
You nodded and tugged at the cuffs, making sure that they were comfortable and secure around your wrists.
“Not too tight?” Eddie asked.
“Not too tight.” You confirmed for him with a smile.
“Good girl.” Eddie leaned over you and placed a kiss onto your forehead before reaching over to grab the die one last time,
“i’m rolling it one last time sweetheart, then i’ll play with you.”
You heard the die roll and land on the board and the weight shifted on the bed again as Eddie leaned over to the nightstand.
“We’re going to try something new tonight angel…”
“New? What do you me-“ Your sentence was cut off with a gasp, feeling a few drops of ice cold water drip onto your torso.
“It’s alright baby,” Eddie climbed up over you and grabbed your hand, tracing little patterns into the back of it with the ice cube in his hand, the cold water dripping down onto the sheets beneath you, “i rolled a 5, and that means we get to to try these ice cubes out. And i’ve been waiting so long to use them on you pretty girl.” He trailed the ice cube up your arm and slowly down your chest, your body shuddering as he circled it around your breast.
“If it gets too much you tell me, ok?”
You nodded and gasped again as he moved the ice cube to circle your nipple, the cold making it harden instantly and as Eddie heard you gasp again he moved the ice cube and wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, slowly circling his tongue around it to warm you back up before giving your other breast the same treatment.
Eddie made sure his lips followed the cool trail of water the ice left behind on your skin as he trailed it down your body. As the first ice cube melted over your skin, Eddie reached over and grabbed another one, placing it between his teeth as he tied his hair back. He kept it in place and trailed it over your body once more, this time letting the water flow down your skin, making you shiver and moan as it trailed down between your legs. The cold was almost too much but Eddie’s hot touch that followed soon after always made it feel so much better.
His lips touching your skin as he dragged the ice down your body helped keep you grounded and not get consumed by the pleasure but the ice cold water made every part of you more and more sensitive the longer he had it on your skin.
And all you could do was lay there and take it.
Of course you could always tell Eddie to stop and he’d listen but this sensation was entirely new and though it was different and difficult to keep your composure, you never wanted it to stop. You wanted him to keep using you like his plaything and try to hold on until he was finished with you.
The second ice cube finally melted and Eddie lifted his head away from your body, his hands spreading the little drips and trails of water all along your torso, watching as your skin shined under the dim light. There were little red marks all along your skin, and he couldn’t tell if someone of them were hickeys or from the ice but he loved every little mark he left behind on you. He needed you to always be marked up and claimed as his, wether other people could see it or not.
His fingers gently touched a few of the red spots along your torso and you whimpered and flinched at his touch from the ice making your skin sensitive. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t burn, but it intensified every little touch and kiss that Eddie left behind on your skin.
“Had enough baby?” Eddie asked just as he let the cold water drip from his fingertips right over your folds, making your legs twitch as the icy sensation ran all through your body.
You nodded and gently tugged at the cuffs around your wrists, begging Eddie to release you and let you touch him again.
He smiled and leaned over you, placing a few kisses along your body as he made his way up and put his arms on either side of your head. He kissed the space on your neck just below your ear before whispering,
“Need me to warm you up baby girl?”
You nodded and he carefully removed the blindfold from around your eyes, and as you blinked to let your eyes adjust to the light you saw the familiar look of lust in Eddie’s eyes.
He was smiling down at you, admiring the way that you were completely exposed and vulnerable just for him, and all he wanted to do was show you how loving he could be with you.
He reached over and moved the board towards you, grabbing his little black book and opening it up to one of the very last pages,
“Alright pretty girl, this is the last die we’re using tonight. Are you ready for it?”
You smiled and nodded, excited to see exactly what Eddie had planned for you, and even with your arms restrained all you wanted to do was wrap them around him and flip him onto his back, riding him into oblivion as your thank you for him making tonight so special and so fun for the both of you.
He picked up the last die from the board, the D4 and held it up for you to see,
“This is the D4. Usually it’s used for damage for smaller weapons, something that isn’t insanely important for gameplay, but it still has a purpose. And tonight this is going to be the most important die that we use.”
You tilted your body upwards to get a closer look at the page Eddie was smiling at in his little black book, but he softly pressed his hand to your chest and pushed you back onto the pillow,
“No peeking!” He giggled and moved the book back into his chest to keep you from looking, “I’m going to roll this one pretty girl, and I’ll tell you what it means afterwards.”
He smirked and as he rolled the die onto the board you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest.
The anticipation was killing you and as he rolled the die it felt like you were watching it in slow motion. You had no idea what he had planned for this last roll, but you knew that whatever it was, based on how your night together had gone so far, it had to be something good. Both of your eyes followed along with it and as you watched it land upright, the point at the top showing the number 1, you saw Eddie smile wide and you weren’t sure if you should smile too or be scared of what he had rolled.
He moved the board over to his nightstand along with the dice and his book, staying silent as he did so, a smirk on his lips as he set them down.
“Eddie?” You asked him nervously, still entirely unsure of what was to come.
He slowly moved himself between your legs, placing his hands onto your thighs and moving his palms along your soft skin,
“The D4 decides what position I get to fuck you in angel,” You looked up to him in awe as he kneeled above you, smiling down at you as you laid beneath him, completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to you and yet he was being so caring and so gentle with you, “and I rolled a 1. That means I get to go nice and slow on top of you just how you like it.”
He settled himself between your legs, hands going to either side of your head as he peppered small kisses all along your neck, listening to the little moans escape your lips as he grinded himself along your folds. As he laid on top of you, he reached one arm over to his nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a condom, bringing it up to his mouth and tearing it open with his teeth, moving his hand down between your bodies to slide it onto himself before placing his cock over your wetness and gliding over it.
Just the feeling of him grinding between your legs was enough to make you reach the peak of pleasure, but it was agonizing to not be able to touch him. He smiled down at you as he watched your face scrunch with each thrust,
“Baby girl, I’m not even inside you yet and you look like I’m about to make you cum.”
“Eddie…” You managed to squeak out between whimpers, “please…”
He smiled and heard you still struggling with the cuffs at your wrist, seeing how desperate you were to touch him,
“Alright baby, you get to pick one, do you want me to fuck you? Or do you want me to take those cuffs off?” He reached over and grabbed the key from his nightstand, “Because you know you can’t have both right now.”
“Cuffs. Please, i just need to touch you…” You kept tugging your arms down, hoping that they’d eventually break before Eddie was able to get the key anywhere near them.
“Cuffs it is sweetie, but you have to promise me that you’ll be good when they come off. You’re only allowed to touch me from where you’re laying.” He smirked seeing the desperation in your eyes, “You know the rules always make it more fun.”
You nodded and watched above your head as he grabbed your wrists and quickly unlocked the cuffs, tossing them onto the floor with the key still stuck in them as you brought your arms down to stretch them out. Eddie gently held your wrists and kisses over the little red indents left behind from the cuffs before he moved your arms to wrap around his neck as his hands went back to either side of your head.
“Better now?” He asked you, dipping his head down to place a few kisses onto the open spot on your neck as he continued grinding his length up and down, agonizingly slow between your legs.
You nodded and as you held him close to you, your arms wrapping around his back and your fingertips slowly tracing over his spine as you raised your legs up and carefully wrapped them around his waist just to feel him closer to you.
You could feel Eddie shift himself down between your legs and his tip searched for your entrance, your slick providing the perfect lubricant for him to slide in so easily,
“Ready pretty girl?”
You nodded eagerly and Eddie leaned his head up, pressing his lips to yours as he carefully pushed his tip to your slit, wanting to keep you silent as he heard your whimpers while he stretched you out. Your fingers were grasping at his back as you felt him push further into you.
The two of you have had sex before, it wasn’t like it was rare for him to completely lose himself with you every other night in bed, but every time he dragged out your night and extended the foreplay and his teasing it always felt like your first time together all over again. The slight pressure between your legs as he pushed himself inside you all the way to the hilt, his careful attitude making sure that you weren’t in any pain whatsoever, and his warmth and praise providing you with all the comfort you needed to take whatever it was he going to give to you.
He started out slow, keeping an even pace as you were wrapped around him, placing a small kiss onto your neck and shoulder each time he heard a little whimper leave your lips.
He loved getting to take his time with you.
Being able to feel how good he was making you feel, keeping your body pinned beneath him as he kept rhythmically pumping himself in and out of you. He loved how intimate it always felt to be so close to one another.
He could feel your fingertips dig deeper into his shoulders as your whimpers soon turned to moans, knowing that he was hitting that spot so perfectly, waiting for you to start begging him to go faster, to go harder.
“You always take me so well pretty girl…” Eddie chuckled as he felt your legs wrap tighter around his hips, bringing him in closer to you with each thrust, “You want me to go faster?”
The slow, soft, sweet pleasure was too much for words. All you could do was nod slowly as you placed gentle kisses all along his collarbone.
His grip tightened on the bedsheets beneath you as he picked up his pace, your arms wrapping tighter around him as you heard the sound of your hips clashing together between you.
You placed another kiss onto his shoulder as you heard his grunts and groans get louder and louder, knowing how hard he was trying to stay at a steady pace for you instead of holding you down and having his way with you. Thrusting into you as fast as he could as he gripped your hips and tossed one of your legs over his shoulder to hit your g spot at the perfect angle. But he wanted to be slow. He wanted to be sweet. He didn’t spend weeks planning out all your fun for him to treat it like it was any other time you had slept together.
He wanted to make tonight last as long as possible.
“Baby… I cant hold back much longer,” He pressed his lips harshly into your neck and you could feel that a few hickeys would need to be covered up the next morning before work, “I want you to roll again, just one last time, ok? And then i promise you that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow…”
He slowed his pace once more and you giggled as he leaned himself up off of you, giving you one last kiss before slowly pulling himself out of you as you unwrapped your arms and legs from around him.
You groaned as you turned your body to lay on your stomach, reaching out to grab the board from his nightstand and brought it onto the bed before you,
“Which one is it again Eds?”
Eddie laid over you, his chest to your back, and handed you the D4,
“This one my love, the D4,” You took it from him and giggled as he laid on top of you, his weight pushing your body into the mattress, “just roll it one more time for me pretty girl.”
He placed a few kisses along your shoulders and down your spine as you rolled the D4 onto the board, watching as it landed.
“It’s a two!” You said excitedly as Eddie’s lips worked their way back up your spine and you could feel him smile against your back as he laid back over you, reaching over your shoulder to place the board back onto his nightstand.
He moved onto his knees and placed his hands onto your thighs, spreading them wide as he moved himself between them, grabbing your waist and pulling your ass into him and earning another giggle from you,
“I’m guessing the two means you get to take me from behind?”
You adjusted your body, your ass and hips arched upwards as your chest was pressed into the bed, your arms in front of you to hold onto the edge of Eddie’s mattress.
“It does pretty girl, you’re so smart.” You giggled again as he grinded his hips into yours from behind, his length moving over your folds as he adjusted himself between your legs, “Do you want me to start slow like you like it sweetheart? Or am i allowed to use you?”
You arched your ass up a bit more for him,
“You can use me baby, i just want you to go in slow, ok?”
Eddie smirked and moved his hand down to spread your thighs wider, slowly inserting his tip back through your slit with his hands holding your hips to keep you steady,
“Anything for you baby girl.”
You gripped the sheets as he pushed further into you, tilting his head back and groaning as he was fully sheathed inside you, he gripped his hands tightly onto your hips as he slowly moved you back and forth as the gently thrusted into you,
“Ready sweetheart?”
You did your best to turn your head back at Eddie and nod, but he had already picked up the pace of his hips pushing into yours.
Your whimpers and moans became cries of pleasure as he slammed into you from behind, using you to his hearts content. From the angle he was at, it gave him the perfect view of your body moving beneath him, and though he couldn’t see your face your squeals were letting him know he was making you feel just as good as he felt.
His grunts and groans became a string of curses through gritted teeth and he could feel the wisps of his hair stick to his forehead as he started to sweat from the mixture of pleasure and exhaustion. He looked down at your body and smiled at what he saw beneath him.
Your beautiful body sprawled out on his mattress, your knuckles almost white from gripping his sheets between your fingers, your cries now being muffled as your face was pressed into his mattress. He reached a hand down and took a handful of your hair, gently pulling your face up from his mattress,
“No babygirl, you know how much i love to hear all those pretty noises you make,” You could just hear the way he was smiling behind his gravely voice, “and i want to hear you cry out how much you love it when i fuck you.”
You did as he said and couldn’t hold your screams back any longer.
His name left your lips each time you felt him hit your sweet spot, and you just knew that your throat would be sore when you woke up, no doubt the neighbors would be talking about being able to hear you but you didn’t care. You wanted the whole world to know how good Eddie made you feel.
He tightened his grip on your hair and moved his other hand from your hip, placing it onto your shoulder and pulling you upwards into him, his chest pressed up to your back once again as he kept thrusting up into you. He moved his arms to wrap around your body, one around your torso while the other was across your chest, his hand softly gripping the sides of your neck as you moved your hand up into his hair.
“You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Come on, i know you’re close, don’t hold back…”
He could feel you tightening around him and he knew you couldn’t last much longer with him being so deep inside you.
Eddie bucked his hips into you and as he hit your sweet spot one final time, you tilted your head back, your eyes squeezed shut and your hand gripping his hair as you cried out his name and felt a wave of pleasure wash over your body.
As he felt you start to relax around his cock, he thrusted up into you one final time before he reached his peak, holding you tightly to his body as he shot thick ropes of his cum into the condom.
You both collapsed onto his bed, your heads at his pillows, still holding on so tightly to one another. You were a mess of sweat and heavy breathing, doing your best to catch your breath and get grounded back to reality as the wave of pleasure flowing over your body started to fade.
Eddie placed a few kisses onto your shoulder, slowly pulling himself out from between your legs and pulling off the condom, tying off the end and tossing it into the trash before pulling his comforter over your bodies. He went back into his position from before, your back to his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around you, enjoying the warmth of your body as he nuzzled into your shoulder,
“Did you have fun with my little game sweetheart?”
You smiled and turned your head to face him, your hand gently holding his cheek,
“I loved it. Fuck, you really know how to make things fun in the bedroom,” You said with a giggle, placing a soft kiss to his lips, “next time can we try it with a little role playing?”
“Really?” He said with a big smile on his face and you could hear how excited he was.
“Of course! Maybe i can be the princess and i give you a little reward for saving me from the evil wizard who’s been keeping me locked away? You’re good at thinking up things like that.” You giggled again as you saw his eyes light up.
“You’d really want to try that out babe? You don’t think it’s too nerdy?”
“Eddie,” You looked deep into his eyes as you held his cheek, “if i thought it was too nerdy, i wouldn’t have asked you to try it! Besides, i think it’s sexy that you bring all your nerdy stuff into the bedroom.”
“Well in that case, i’m going to have to get started on that first thing tomorrow morning. For now…” He moved your leg over his waist, hooking it around him as his hand went to your thigh to keep you held close to him, “I just want to hold my angel.”
You smiled and rested your head onto his chest, listening as his heart beat slowed to a steady pace, slowly soothing you to sleep as he kissed your forehead.
“I’d love nothing more.”
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I know it was self indulgent but…. DAMN. The one you just did with ghost face and the boot. That was - I want another 😂
Idk why but the idea of reader being taken and or finding those photos one day and she just hears “told you they were only for me.” Or something. Idk.
-🪴🖤
A/N: AAAHHHH I’m so glad you liked and I’m so excited to do a pt 2 okay mwah into the story
Combat Boots Pt. 2
Ghostface x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.8K
Summary: After your encounter with Ghostface, you can’t get him out of your mind…and it seems he feels the same way.
TW: ⚠️Heavy Kinks⚠️, Blood and Knives, Degradation, Dub-Con (GF takes photos w/o permission)
A cold breeze blew in from underneath the tarp that was supposed to be covering your shattered back door. The window company wouldn’t come until Monday, and of course, it was going to cost an arm and a leg. You grabbed your mug and your phone, shutting the kitchen light off behind you as you strolled up the stairs.
It’d been two days since you’d been visited by Roseville’s most infamous serial killer, Ghostface. As you opened your phone, the first thing you saw was the news…another body. Crude blurred photos gave you just enough information to know he didn’t hold back on this victim…just as he never held back on any other. It made your skin crawl that the man that had his hands on you just two days ago already used those same hands to slaughter another person.
But, even though you knew it was wrong…it made you feel like you were on fire. Excitement coursed through your veins when you saw a photo of that mask and you made a point not to report your broken door as a break in, just an unfortunate accident due to a crazy storm. That way, it was covered by insurance and your visit from Ghostface was kept under the radar. You sighed. This was sick wasn’t it? You could actually be helping the police catch someone who’s terrorizing your town, and you weren’t. Why? Just because he fucked you? As you walked up the stairs, you couldn’t think about anyone else but him.
Maybe you just hadn’t gotten action in a while. That’s what you told yourself but you knew it was deeper. Your attraction to the masked murderer was like a bonfire you couldn’t put out. The way he spoke to you, the way he could take your life at any moment, the thrill of it all…it made it irresistible.
You finally made it to your bedroom and set your mug full of tea down onto your bedside table, relieved to finally relax in bed, read a little bit. Hopefully get your mind off of things. You set your phone down next to your mug but…that was where your book was. You could’ve sworn you left it right there, next to your bed. You looked around for a second, eyebrows furrowed and hands on hips. You’d always been a little forgetful, but you’d just seen this book less than an hour ago when you got out of the shower.
You walked to the door and turned on the overhead light, and with the extra illumination, you spotted your book on your desk, beneath a t-shirt. You knew you didn’t leave it there, but you decided to ignore it, walking over and grabbing the shirt off the desk. Papers fluttered to the ground, making you take a step back and look down. Polaroids. Only one landed face up, but it was very, VERY clear what it was. Your face, mouth open, covered in cum. You could feel your cheeks immediately go hot as you knelt down to gather the photos. Flipping the other two didn’t help.
Ghostface’s white mask almost hid your face as he held you up by your hair in one photo, eyes glazed over and lips parted, a truly fucked out look. The last photo, a shining silver knife pressed to the center of your chest, a bead of blood pooling around the tip. You knew he’d taken photos of you when he visited you last but you never expected him to print and deliver them.
You tried to ignore the warmth in your chest and your belly, scanning your bedroom. If he’d moved this book, it was recently, within the hour. That meant he was most likely still in the area. Why would he come and drop off photos, but not interact with you at all? That spike of panic, the possibility that he could kill you made that heat all the more intense.
There weren't many spots in your bedroom to hide. It was fairly small, probably only under the bed and the closet was large enough to conceal a human. You got on your hands and knees, pressing your cheek to the carpet as you scanned beneath the bed…no one there. That left the closet. You stood, tip-toeing over to the closet doors. You gripped the handles, and in a flash, threw them open. Again. Nothing.
You sighed, moving some clothes aside to confirm that no one was there.
“Looking for me?”
A gruff voice from behind you nearly made you jump out of your skin, your entire body jumping up as you turned to face the speaker. Two black eye holes stared back at you, mask tilted down to meet your height.
“You look so pretty when you're scared…” he whispered, gloved hands moving up to your shoulders and pushing you up against the wall beside the closet, hard. The air was knocked from your lungs, head aching as it hit the wall. You winced, pressing your hands against his chest to brace yourself.
“Did you like the photos? I had to stop myself from sending them into the news…all that Roseville Gazette has of me is murder and blah blah blah…they don’t see the nice things I do for people…”
His hands trailed down your body as he spoke, hands finding your sides and sliding beneath the baggy t-shirt you wore.
Panic filled you with his statement. Would he actually send those in? Let everyone know that you’d fucked him and hadn’t reported it? “T-th…the news…? You were going to give those to the newspaper?”
He laughed, deep and hearty. “Oh relax, sweet cheeks, I would blur your face…well part of it, takes away all the fun if you can’t see the way you took my cum like a slut…such a wonderful model.”
With shame you looked away, eyes finding his boots. The same ones you’d grinded on like a dog in heat just two days ago. He yanks on your shirt, pulling it off over your head. “I’d like to take my time with you, but I’m kind of in a rush today. Got things to take care of but…needed to see you.”
As he spoke, he grabbed your hand leading it to the bulge in his jeans. You could feel how hard he was, and this made you feel…proud. He wanted to see you specifically? When he could just break into anyone’s house. You knew it was sick, but you felt flattered.
Your hands were shaking as you rubbed against his hard on, savoring the way his breath echoed inside the mask. He gripped your shoulders firmly and turned you around so you faced the wall, shoving your chest against it hard.
“Told you, I don’t have time for teasing.” He growled, voice deeper. Angrier this time. Frantically, he grabbed your shorts and panties in one, shoving them halfway down your thighs. You pressed both hands against the wall, listening to the clinking of a belt buckle. You knew what you were in for, and you couldn’t tell if you should be scared or ecstatic. You felt something hard against you…but not what you expected.
That familiar blade was pressed against your neck, sharpness threatening to slice the delicate skin at any moment. “Stay still, pretty girl.” He whispered, free hand holding your hip tightly. Now, you felt his cock pressed against you. Your breathing got heavier, but you made sure to stay as still as you could. This was only your second time ever being near him, you still weren’t sure if he’d actually kill you. You hoped he wouldn’t but deep down, in your gut…you couldn’t be sure.
Your thoughts were cut off by the feeling of him pushing inside you, a sting accompanying the familiar feeling of fullness that you craved. You dug your nails into the wall, letting out a wince. He was big, and you weren’t used to that, but you knew that after the pain went away, it’d be worth it.
And oh it was. You felt like your knees had turned to jelly, his body pressed hard against yours, forcing you into the rough wall, face shoved against it, cheekbone and jaw aching. The knife still kissed your pulse, threatening to slice at any moment, but the burning pleasure in your stomach made you too delirious to care. Ghostface’s grunts and groans fill your ears, along with the sound of slapping skin, his pace fast and ruthless.
“Aww…cute girl…” he whispered, sounding breathless. His eyes were focused on your legs, both of them trembling, struggling to keep yourself upright. It’d only been a few minutes since he started but you already felt like you were close. You couldn’t stay quiet, loud moans and whines leaving your parted lips, you were practically drooling at how good he felt.
He fucked you hard, knife pushing into your skin hard enough to cut it now, beads of blood rising to the surface. That sting is what did it, what sent you over the edge. Wetness dribbled down your leg as you clenched down around him, letting out a guttural moan that you couldn’t control. Your legs gave out, and the knife clattered to the floor as Ghostface dropped it to support your body.
You could’ve sworn you went deaf, ears ringing and vision spotty for a moment. After about a minute, you regained your composure, but only due to that familiar flash of his camera. He was on the floor between your legs, taking photos of how his cum leaked out of you and onto the floor. You could hear him laughing, and could only imagine the shit-eating grin he wore.
“Such a good girl…posing for me so pretty.” He whispered, gloved fingers gathering some of his cum and pushing back inside you. You flinched, legs slamming shut at the overstimulation.
He stood, his pants buttoned and belt buckled. He’d gotten cleaned up while you were in a daze, and other than the wet patch you left on his pants, he looks completely normal. But you on the other hand, you were a mess on the floor, sweaty, shaking, lips covered in drool, cum leaking onto the floor.
Ghostface shook his camera in your face, taunting you with it.
“Gotta go, sugar. I’ll get these to you as soon as I can…”
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lovesick | trevor zegras x singer!reader
luvhughes43 masterlist🌷
request: what if … kpop idol!reader where the reader is like. a well established idol in a popular group and they date a hockey player that they had been childhood friends with and they get exposed by dispatch 🤭 perhaps with trevor??
note: i decided not to make this specifically kpop related because i think it would make more sense! thank you for the request i love it!
story note: the group members are jennie, rose, and lisa !
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ynoffical on tour with my girls🫂🖤💗 #lovesicktour
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lovesickgirls 🖤💗🖤💗
jennie having the most fun
rose some exciting people in the audience tonight!🤭
fan01 what?? who
fan02 idk but they’re performing in california tonight
trevorzegras excited to watch the show❤️🔥🔥
ynoffical 💗💗
fan03 ??? what who is that?
fan04 fan03 thats trevor zegras hes some hockey player. he plays in cali i think
fan03 fan04 oh do u think hes the special guest rose was talking about?
fan04 fan03 idk i can’t really picture yn with a hockey player tbh
you and Trevor had known each other since you were children. your parents met because your brother and Trevor played hockey together when they were younger, and so your parents quickly became friends. your parents' friendship led to many nights at the Zegras household and so on.
you and Trevor had very similar lifestyles. the two of you never seemed to be in the same place for too long so it was increasingly difficult to ever spend time together. like last year for instance when Trevor was on off season you were busy in different states and countries performing at sold out arenas and shows.
despite it all though, you and Trevor remained friends. which is why you were so excited to see him at your show tonight.
you had got him to come to the arena early, so he could watch you and your group do soundcheck. “Visitor here!” your security guard called out as he walked into the empty arena where crew members were busy getting things ready for the show.
“Trevy!” you screamed, rushing down the stage steps and into his awaiting arms. he spun you around quickly, the both of you laughing as he finally set you back down. “i’m so excited you’re here!” you smiled up at him and he smiled right back.
“i’m so excited to be here! this is so cool" Trevor replied, letting go of you so he could survey the arena. the barricade was just being set up and the lighting was being tweaked.
your group members had all greeted Trevor and then you guys moved on to soundcheck, marking your dances and performing some of your tracklist to adjust the sound.
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trevorzegras sickest concert i’ve ever been to💯🔥
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jackhughes WHAT? I want to go??
trevorzegras you don't even like pop music
jackhughes i could get into it.
fan05 trevor likes the lovesick girls?
hockeyfan01 uhhh🤔
ynoffical so glad you could come💗
trevorzegras so glad you invited me❤️🔥
fan06 HE WAS INVITED BY YN???
the show was great, but in your opinion the private after party was better. after the show, Trevor met you backstage and you gave him a quick tour.
“God this is so cool!” Trevor marvelled at basically everything you showed him, “and you guys were so good tonight too, like unbelievable” Trevor continued, rambling about how cool this whole experience was for him.
“Hey yn?” one of your group members jennie approached you two. “the girls and i are going to head back to the hotel now,” she stated as the other girls gathered their things.
you looked towards Trevor, making a quick decision that you knew you wouldn’t regret. “i still never got to see anaheim,” you prompted him, which got him to excitedly invite you over to his place to hangout.
you talked to your security, and since you were performing another show in cali tomorrow evening, you were free to spend all the time you wanted before rehearsals tomorrow with Trevor.
things got heated pretty quickly once you got to where Trevor lived. he gave you a quick tour around his neighbourhood, and you took it all in with wonder.
“It’s crazy how different our lives have gotten,” you spoke up in the quietness of his bedroom.
“I know. From family friends to global superstar," Trevor replied, nudging into your side before he moved on to get his sweatpants out of his dresser drawer.
“Oh you're one to talk! Mr. hockey superstar! I’ve seen all the highlights” you laughed, causing Trevor to turn away from his clothes to smile at you.
“you watch me play?” he asked.
“i said i watch the highlights, i’m much too busy to watch full games,” you joked. “No but seriously i do watch some of your games” you added. “I’ve actually been waiting for you to invite me to one…” you teased, sitting on the edge of Trevors bed that he gave up for you to use for the night.
Trevor laughed in response, gathering all of the things he needed for the night out of his bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe, “i’ll see you in the morning” he smiled, turning around to leave his room.
“Wait!” you shouted, and Trevor turned back around.
“Yah?”
“You don’t have to leave,” you said, shocking yourself. “I mean… there’s plenty of room here for the both of us” you said sheepishly.
“No i mean its fine, i can sleep on the couch. It’s actually pretty comfortable and-” Trevors rambling was quickly cut off by you.
“stay with me. please Trev?” you basically pleaded, and Trevor only nodded. He got ready for bed and laid down beside you.
The two of you stayed up practically all night. you told Trevor that tour life was really getting to you. stating that you often grew tired of all the travelling and the loneliness that came with it. he of course understood, and you felt your feelings for him change into something more.
the morning came too soon, and you had to be back in Inglewood for your show later that evening. the drive was mostly silent, which was a little confusing if you consider how loud Trevor is all of the time.
when you got to your hotel you stayed sitting in Trevors passenger side, his big orange car doing nothing to conceal the two of you from the people out on the street.
you turned towards him, and whispered a thank you.
“when will i be able to see you again?” he questioned, and you wished that yours and his life was more stable so seeing him could be an everyday thing.
“I’ll be done with my tour soon, there’s only a few more dates and then we could… i dont know” you trailed off.
“i don't want you to leave,” Trevor admitted, and you thought you finally found the cause of his silence on the drive here.
“i don’t want to leave you” you admitted.
the both of you stared at each other for a minute, cars honking all around you as you took way longer than you should’ve in front of the hotel.
Trevor made the first move. he cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a soft kiss.
you made the second move, pulling him in once he pulled away a little too soon.
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hockeyfan HE HAS A GF???
luvzegras11 this is the worst day of my life there's no way😭
ynfangirl now whys he using yn lyrics …
ynsflowers WAIT U THINK THIS IS THE GUY SHES SEEING??
ynfangirl i mean he lives in anaheim so maybe?? the girls were just in cali for like a week.. omg? also isn't this the guy she invited to the show?
jackhughes oh i see how it is !
trevorzegras you’ll always be my number 1 girlfriend dont worry !❤️
luvzegras11 HE CONFIRMED! I HATE MY LIFE.
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enews #lovesickgirls own yn was seen out last night with rumoured boyfriend, NHL player Trevor Zegras! The two are reportedly childhood friends who recently started dating after a #lovesicktour concert! The link to the story is in our Bio.
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ynoffical so the rumours may be true…❤️🌹
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jennie you guys are the cutest ever
rose can’t believe love is real
trevorzegras i love and miss you
ynoffical i love and miss you too❤️
luvzegras11 THEY’RE IN LOVE?? IT KEEPS GETTING WORSE
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Hey! I'm in great need of angst right now. :) Would you like to write Sebastian x f!reader (not Mc) fic where reader is a friend with Seb and Ominis for years and has feelings for Sebastian as long but now is hurt/jealous of Mc being so close to him? Sad or happy ending up to you, thank you!
Lost Love (Sebastian Sallow x Jealous f!reader)
WARNING: Angst ahead
Did I stay up all night to write Sebby angst when I was supposed to be sleeping? Why yes, I did!
Let's be real, since MC is basically a gaslighting bitch for most of Sebastian's questline, that angle was too good to pass up. Thanks for the prompt 🖤
“What do you think of them?” you asked your friends as you made your way back to the common room, your bellies deliciously filled with food from the start-of-term feast.
“The new fifth-year?” Ominis asked. “I can’t say I envy their position. Starting this late must be rather daunting, especially in a completely new environment.”
Sebastian chimed in, “I’m quite eager to get to know them, actually. Did you hear they got attacked by a dragon on their way here?”
“Somehow I find it hard to fathom that to be the only reason for your curiosity,” Ominis responded, the skepticism audible in his voice. “You probably couldn’t keep your eyes off her during the sorting ceremony.”
“My, the slander. Y/N, you didn’t see me looking, did you?” Sebastian turned to you with a grin.
Your eyes shot up, the question catching you a bit off guard. “Uh, no, I don’t think so –”
“See?” Sebastian said, turning to Ominis triumphantly. “Now, of course, were she to actually have caught my attention, I’d say you can’t blame a man for having good taste –”
The two continued bickering, but you didn't hear them. Something inside you stung, and you knew what it was. The truth was that you had seen Sebastian looking at the new fifth-year – in fact, you were pretty sure you’d witnessed him practically undressing them with his eyes. You wouldn’t put it like it bothered you… after all, you’d known the handsome Sallow boy to be a flirt ever since he was chasing girls back in Feldcroft – but still… it bothered you.
Entering the common room, the three of you stood in front of the fireplace. “Well,” Ominis yawned, “I’ll be taking my leave. I will see you two at breakfast, if you manage to be out of bed before then.”
“Sweet dreams,” Sebastian said with a chuckle, and he stretched his arms as Ominis disappeared off to the dormitory, causing an involuntary twitching in your stomach.
“I should probably be going as well. See you tomorrow?”
“Of course,” you nodded. You watched him walk to the archway, doubt scrambling your thoughts… then you suddenly opened your mouth: “Sebastian?”
He turned around to face you. “Yes?”
The words lingered on your lips. You had been planning to tell him, and now that you were, you suddenly didn’t know what to say. His gaze bore into you, causing you to blush.
“I –” you stammered, “it‘s good to be back, isn’t it?”
“Of course,” he smiled gently. “I’m glad to be here again, with you and Ominis. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
You nodded. “Yes. Eh, goodnight.”
The tension escaped you in a sigh after he left. This shouldn’t be so difficult. After all, the two of you had known each other for years; you had shared everything with each other, from tears and grief to dreams and laughter. Yet in some way, you figured this to be the exact problem – what if the things you wanted to tell him would change all of that forever?
As the days passed at Hogwarts, you found yourself consumed by doubt and disappointment. You had spent the entire summer psyching yourself up to confess your feelings to Sebastian, but now you were starting to wonder if it was worth the risk. Despite your attempts to focus on your studies, thoughts of him kept creeping into your mind – imagining his reaction, the way his eyes would light up if only you had the courage to speak up.
Finally, you decided to take the leap and walked up to him after Defence Against the Dark Arts. Shifting your books in your arms, you flashed him a smile and complimented him on his impressive duelling skills.
“Prewett must have thought I’d gotten rusty over summer break,” he scoffed, “I honestly wasn’t even trying.”
“Sure you weren’t,” you playfully nudged him. “So… uhm, I was thinking – perhaps we could go over our Potions homework this evening, someplace quiet?”
“Fine by me. Did you and Ominis already have some ideas?”
You noticed your throat getting dry, making it more difficult to speak. “Well, actually… I believe Ominis has been otherwise occupied, so I thought it could be just the two of us –”
“Ah, so it’s a date then,” he chuckled, not realising how your cheeks were turning red. “Well, count me in.”
“Great! So –”
“Oh, hang on, I’m being stupid.” He stopped in his tracks, facepalming himself. “I forgot I already have plans this evening. I promised the new student a little clandestine tour of the Restricted Section.”
“M-my, already spreading your bad influence, aren’t you?” you said, your smile masking the pain you felt in your chest.
“Force of habit, I’m afraid,” he shrugged. “It’s all rather exciting actually. I’m supposed to be helping them on some kind of quest – they haven’t exactly told me any details yet, but I’m convinced it’s something truly astonishing.”
“Well, keep us posted, will you?” You pretended to suddenly realise that you’d forgotten your quill in the classroom and told him to go on without you. The pain in your chest lingered throughout the day, like a relentless curse, refusing to release its grip even in the refuge of slumber.
— — —
At first, you tried convincing yourself that it wasn’t anything malicious. Sebastian had always been protective, mainly owing to his sister’s condition, and he was probably just putting in an effort to make the new fifth-year feel at home. Yet you couldn’t help but notice that they were spending more and more time together, to the point where even Ominis started taking notice. You ended up discussing the subject one day on your way to the Undercroft to practice some spells you’d recently learned.
“I suppose it’s a bit curious,” Ominis confessed, following the red glow at the tip of his wand down the stairs. “He’s been rather absent-minded lately – even more than usual, if that is what you mean to say.”
“That’s exactly what I mean,” you agreed. “It’s like he’s forgotten all about us – all he cares about is spending time with that… girl.”
You noticed Ominis turning his head ever so slightly in your direction with a frown on his face. Shit, you hadn’t meant to put it like that –
“Forgive me if I’m mistaken, but you haven’t sounded quite like yourself either lately. Is everything all right?”
“Of course,” you hastily said as you turned the corner to where the entrance to the Undercroft was. You noticed the hidden door of the clock swinging open and were momentarily thankful for the interruption, but your gratitude was quickly evaporated when you saw the person stepping out. MC’s smile disappeared just as swiftly as they saw you. “Oh, er –”
To your own surprise, it wasn’t you who lashed out at them. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Ominis demanded.
Your heart sank when you saw Sebastian climbing out of the clock. He quickly jumped in front of MC, putting his hands up. “Ominis, it’s all right, she’s with me –”
Ominis cut him off, “You brought her here? What right could you possibly have had to do that without telling us?”
Sebastian's voice rose as well, “Oh come on, I would have told you eventually! You’re acting as if I couldn’t tell whether someone is trustworthy!”
“It’s not about trust, Sebastian. This is our special place. You should have consulted us before bringing someone else into the fold.”
“I think you’re a bit overreacting, to be honest.” Sebastian turned to you now, clearly looking for some help. Yet the only thing occupying your mind right now was the sight of MC behind him, their infuriatingly smug expression making your blood boil. You shook your head. “You should have told us, Sebastian.”
Sebastian's expression hardened. “Unbelievable. I expected more from you. Come on, MC."
He took her by her arm and pushed past you, leaving you and Ominis in a charged silence. Your heart felt heavy as you watched them disappear down the hallway, wondering when everything had started to change between the three of you.
— — —
Sebastian had been ignoring you for weeks since the incident at the Undercroft entrance. You had tried to reconcile with him, not because of your feelings, but because you hated the thought of losing your friend. Even though you eventually ended up making up more or less, it became painstakingly clear something was blossoming between him and MC. They were basically sitting together in class all the time now, and after some time he even took them to see Anne without telling either you or Ominis.
It left you feeling like something within you had shattered permanently. Worst of all was that you were utterly incapable of doing anything about it. Ominis was still looking out for you, but you were too embarrassed to talk about your feelings even with him. All that was left for you to do was to let the itchy pain of jealousy keep eating away at your insides.
Then, one day, you found Ominis in a quiet corner of the common room, pale as a ghost and on the verge of tears. After some effort, you managed to learn that he had been convinced by MC to take her and Sebastian to Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium, and it had demanded a terrible price. Initially, you were just shocked. Then a wave of hot anger washed over you, stifling all other thoughts. Fuck your feelings – this wasn’t just about you anymore.
You stormed out and didn’t stop until you had found MC. They seemed surprised to see you; even more when you backed them into a corner, looking ready to tear them apart. “Y/N, what –”
“What were you thinking?” you seethed. “How did you have the audacity to put Ominis through something like that?”
MC was lost for words. “I – it wasn’t my intention! Sebastian told me it would be perfectly safe –”
“But you don’t know him, do you? How could you, you’ve only been here for a few months! And is it true you cast the Cruciatus Curse on him?”
MC’s eyes widened. “He… he asked me to!”
You didn’t know what you were hearing. However, before you could give them the verbal punch in the face they were so obviously begging for, you heard a familiar voice say your name. You swerved around. Sebastian was standing behind you, but he might as well have been a completely different person; he was clutching his side and his eyes had an unrecognisable darkness in them. “Y/N, leave her alone.”
“Sebastian, you’re hurt –” you said, taking a step toward him, but he interrupted you, “I’m fine. No thanks to my dear friend. Can you honestly believe Ominis would actually have let us die down there? Thank Merlin MC was there –”
“What are you talking about?” you asked, your attitude now a mix of indignation and anger. “He’s tearing himself apart in the common room because of what you put him through!”
“He’ll get over it,” Sebastian huffed, though you could see him shuffling his feet. “It was a necessary evil. I’ve never this been close to finding a way to cure Anne. Y/N, I can’t give up on pursuing this,”
Despite your anger, you couldn’t help but feel some compassion for the Sallow boy in that moment. Perhaps it was just your feelings talking, but you forced yourself to calm down, taking a deep breath before you looked him in the eye. “But Sebastian, is all of this really worth it? For Merlin’s sake, look at what it’s doing to you –”
“I said I’m fine,” he insisted, growing harsh again. “And in fact, I think it would be better if you stayed out of our way from now on.”
“But I could help you –”
“Oh yeah? Tell me, would you have casted Crucio on me if I’d asked you to?”
You fell silent, knowing you couldn't have ever put him through that kind of pain. “No,” you said softly.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. “Look, Y/N, I appreciate your concern, truly. But I know I can rely on MC here to do what’s necessary. It’d be best for you and Ominis to keep your distance until we’ve been able to figure this out. Do you understand?”
Doubt plagued your mind. Perhaps it would have been easier to believe him if he didn’t have that strange look in his eyes – that deep hunger of a predator which had smelled blood and would stop at nothing to reach it. But either out of love or some naive belief that you could save him if he got too close to the edge, you just nodded.
— — —
You told yourself that it wasn’t you. That it was just some wild goose chase, a hunch he was chasing after in the hope that it could finally be the miraculous means to save his sister. When he was done with her, he would simply cast her aside and come back to you. But you knew he wasn’t that cruel, and it also didn’t explain why it felt like he was slipping away from you as the days went by, to the point where you weren't even sure if you could call him your friend anymore.
Every now and then, you would hear about his escapades. Apparently, he had gotten into trouble with his uncle when he got caught using Dark magic, and he had been banished from seeing his sister after that. It broke your heart to see the handsome boy you used to harbour a secret crush on turn into a mere shadow of his former self, an obsessed mind constantly whispering to himself about revenge and “showing them”.
And then you reached the edge.
A few months had passed when Ominis came up to you, looking completely disheveled and out of breath. “Y/N – we need to get to Feldcroft, now.” he said urgently.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling a foreboding sense of dread.
“Anne sent me a patronus. It’s Sebastian – he’s gone down into the tomb with MC and that infernal artifact. I fear he’s planning to use it.”
You wasted no time in summoning your broom and helping Ominis to mount it. The two of you flew to Feldcroft as fast as you could, fears about what you’d find there running through both of your minds. As soon as you landed in front of the tomb entrance, you both drew your wands and stepped into the darkness, determined to find Sebastian as soon as possible.
You were horrified to find a battalion of Inferni waiting for you down in the cavernous corridors. The two of you fought ferociously, and eventually you managed to battle your way into the final tomb chamber. You saw Sebastian standing in the middle, seemingly captivated by the artifact in his hands. MC was standing a few feet behind him. Upon seeing her, your vision went red around the edges.
“You!” you screamed, leaping forward. “You let him on! All of this is your fault!”
You disarmed them without much effort, all of the rage you’d been keeping inside bursting out in a loud roar. They had taken everything from you, and they would pay for it. You lifted your wand, prepared to cast a curse at them –
“No, leave her alone!” Sebastian yelled, and suddenly everything happened at once. The only thing you remembered was something striking you in your side and the world around you going dark.
The next thing you knew, you woke up in a bed, surrounded by an collection of pastel colours. You groaned and sat up against the pillow, causing a figure sitting next to the bed to turn his head towards you. “Y/N, are you awake?” the voice of Ominis asked.
“Just about,” you said through gritted teeth as you felt the pain radiating from the sore spot in your side. “How did I get here? Where’s Sebastian?”
Ominis took a deep breath. Clearly he had not been meaning to tell you all the details so soon, but to his credit, he wasn’t sparing you from them either. “It was all really chaotic. Sebastian hit you with a Blasting Curse, and you were knocked unconscious. Then the situation quickly spiralled out of control. His uncle arrived and attempted to take the artifact from him… he didn’t take that well. He… ended up casting the Killing Curse.”
Your head started to spin. That couldn’t be, right? Your best friend, the one you’d known all your life… a murderer?
“Where is he now?” you asked. “What happened to MC?”
“Don’t you worry, I warned her to keep her distance if she wanted to avoid incurring my wrath. As for Sebastian – Anne and I discussed what to do about him and… well, we decided not to report him. What he’s done is unforgivable, but the guilt alone will be enough suffering for him to bear.” He paused for a moment. “Of course, I couldn’t fault you for disagreeing.”
You stared up at the ceiling. Everything felt so surreal – it was like you were living a bad dream, struggling to wake up. In the end, all you could muster was a sigh. “Oh, Sebastian…”
Ominis put his hand on your bed. You shifted your own hand towards him, the tips of your fingers touching his. “You cared for him as more than a friend, didn’t you?” he asked.
“I think I still do,” you confessed. “Even after everything… I don’t know. I was going to tell him, that I’d had this crush on him for the longest time, and that I wanted us to be more than friends… it pains me now to think I might have been able to prevent all this.”
His grip on your hand was tight, and his voice was heavy with sympathy. “You couldn't have stopped him,” he said. “Don't blame yourself. He chose his own path, and nothing could have changed that.”
You turned to him, tears brimming in your eyes. “I know,” you whispered. “But it still hurts so damn much.”
He didn't say anything else, but he didn't have to. He leaned in and held you close, and you finally allowed yourself to break down. Your tears flowed, a mourning of not just lost love, but also a broken friendship.
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I saw the name VINCENT SINCLAIR IN THE LIST OF WHO U WRITE FOR?? Omg u got my favorite slasher, now I HAVE to share my ideas w u
ok ok, so let’s say his s/o is an artist too, right? I feel like they would model for each other. Like, we all know how there are head canons of Vincent and his s/o going on cute dates like sitting under the shade of a tree and having a picnic with various fruits and stuff, yk, the romantic shit, but I imagine them sitting only a foot away from each other both with their noses in sketchbooks as they glance back and forth from the paper to the other and each time they make eye contact they just blush n get shy or something cute like that-
or like, if his s/o has long hair, they just do each other’s hair to relax after long days of murdering and waxing n stuff. But I also imagine Vincent having a really southern accent when he whispers. Bc, well, we know he can breathe, so wether he can speak or not doesn’t rlly matter since he can just kinda whisper without a voice lol. But both of his brothers have THICC southern accents, and in EVERY SINGLE FANFIC where Vincent speaks, (which I don’t agree with but I’m not here to shame bc that’s not cool) he never has an accent :(
u don’t have to even respond to this lol I know I’m not that imaginative, but I hope that I gave u some ideas or inspiration!
-btw u look great today ;)
Hello there! I'm glad you decided to share your ideas and thoughts with me 🖤
If you are also into art, he would want to make and create stuff with you together! (Vincent would like to hear your every idea how to make his "living figurines" even more interesting looking)
If you brought up the idea of drawing and sketching each other, he would clean around his space and try to make it the most comfortable for both of you!
He would get everything, your every little detail. For him, drawing and painting is the other way to admire and cherish beauty.
Vincent would definitely stop drawing unintentionally and look at you, you'd notice him, give him that beautiful smile he loves, and if he's without mask you would notice his mouth corners slowly rising up, never taking his eyes off you. I also imagine tired Vincent and you in bed, massaging his palms, helping him to relax and he's just like in heaven.
He asks you to pose for him very often. He has this little sketchbook that is full of drawings that are forming into the final piece of you.
The hair stuff? Yes. Brushing through his long hair while being pressed against him, he just melts.
Imagine he is working on his next thing, or cleaning his knives, or medical supplies he has, he's deeply focused and of course his hair is getting in the way. He doesn't pay it no mind, he's used to it and it somehow comforts him even. But getting the stuff out of his hair is not so comforting.. So you walk over to him, and put his hair up with a tie and kiss his cheek, he really does appreciate it.
After a long tiring day Vincent loves when he can just lay on top of you and bury his face into the crook of your neck, feel you, and smell your hair and scent.
His absolutely favorite thing is when you tangle your hands into his hair and go through it with your fingers. Best way for him to fall asleep. Now if you have long hair, expect Vincent want to braid and brush it every chance he gets. He likes how your hair looks and loves the way it smells! If you're using some oils, he's doing it for you now. If you have short hair he still wants to brush it, stroke it, and help you wash it in the shower.
The accent.. Again, Vincent snuggled up with you, arms around you and listening to you talk about things, and maybe you even asked him something he doesn't really know, he just looks at you and is like:
"I love ya.. so much" and holds you even tighter to him.
#vincent sinclair#vincent sinclair x reader#vincent sinclair x you#house of wax#slasher x reader#slasher x you#slashers x reader#slashers#slasher headcanons#slasher imagines#slasher fandom#slasher community
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Lovely Priscilla! 🖤
Congrats on your milestone! Yaaay!! You rock! 🎉🙌🏻
Can I request 💌 with Dave and some fluff? I'm feeling all fluffy today!
Love you! 🖤😘
Pairing- Dave York x gn reader
Summary- A Valentine’s Day surprise 💕
CW-a little angst and loads of fluff
A/N-I’m kicking this off with you @morallyinept and of course it’s somehow not quite a Drabble but 1k of my murder daddy Dave.
Agent Cupid
Despite your husband telling you to dress casual and prepare for a fun and relaxing night, you were currently anything but relaxed. You couldn’t find your favorite jeans, the shirt you planned on wearing was in the dryer this morning and now nowhere to be found.
Dave was nothing but punctual so you’re trying not to panic over your appearance as the time he told you to be ready quickly approaches. You love him so much it hurts but right now you want to hurt him and his smug face as he lounges on the couch without a care in the world as you run around the house like a maniac. He’s got his feet up on the coffee table- something he never does looking ridiculously handsome in his gray pullover and black jeans.
“We can’t be late, baby you almost ready?” His tone is steady and calm as you try not to cry in frustration. You can’t even look halfway decent for your husband on Valentine’s Day.
“Ya honey, just a minute.” A slight quiver in your voice that you try to disguise. You don’t hear him at first when he enters your bathroom, you quickly wipe your eyes and offer him a tight smile. His heart looks like it’s breaking a little at the sight of you. The deep frown lines in between his eyes get impossibly deeper as he steps up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?” You shrug as he rests his chin on your shoulder swaying a little to shake the funk you’ve put yourself in. “You’re the most gorgeous, kind, wonderful, amazing-“ He kisses your neck and cheek and lips with each punctuation as you laugh against him. He somehow always could read your mind and knew when you were letting your thoughts get the best of an easy situation.
“This isn’t really what I wanted to wear.” You say sheepishly as you gesture to your clothes.
“You look great, and I needed your cute behind in the car approximately-“ He checks his watch. “Five minutes ago.” You yelp when he smacks your ass and leaves you staring at your flustered reflection in the mirror.
****
You desperately want to turn on the radio to drown out the hum of the car and Dave tapping some incessant tune onto the steering wheel. You blindly reach for the knobs, not daring to move the silk scarf around your eyes. He gently grabs your hand, kissing each knuckle as he places it back on your thigh.
“Can’t we listen to something, the silence is killing me.” It comes out whinier than you’d like as he chuckles to himself.
“We’re almost there baby, but I can sing something for you if you’d like.” That would assuredly kill you, you think.
“No that’s fine-“
“Cause I’m leavin on a jet plane.” His off tune voice cuts you off and you’re contemplating just opening the door and jumping out. “Don’t know when I’ll be back again.”
“I’m glad you think this is so funny.” There’s no real bitterness in your tone but a touch of apprehension at what exactly he had planned for tonight. The car comes to a stop and he gives your leg one final squeeze as you hear the door open and close. The sound of the trunk opening and closing startles you slightly and you think this might be it.
He’s finally got sick of your shit and he’s brought you to the middle of nowhere to dump your body.
The passenger door opens and the cool rush of air is a welcome feeling from the sweat dripping down your back. His finger hooks under the soft tie around your face and draws it back. Your eyes try to adjust to the unfamiliar parking lot as your husband leans into the car placing a kiss on the crown of your head.
“Where are we?” You question and he doesn’t answer as he holds out his hand and helps you out of the car. The sound of a plane taking off is completely disorienting as you finally take in your surroundings.
“Technically we’re in the airport parking lot.” The sarcasm oozes from him as he rolls your suitcase into view and clicks the handle. No doubt holding the contents of your favorite jeans, tee shirt, makeup, and everything else you almost had a meltdown over not being able to find. You’re in awe at the man standing in front of you looking just as smug as the day you met him.
“Dare I ask where you’re taking me?” You teased as you tried and failed to take your suitcase.
He locks the car and throws his bag over his shoulder taking your hand. “We’re going to the restaurant from our first date.”
“David, our first date was on my work trip in Las Vegas.” You balk as he continues to pull you along.
“I’m glad you remember.” He turns and winks at you while you grasp the severity of your situation. “And before you ask…I’ve already taken care of everything. Your boss owes me anyway.”
You’re not entirely sure if he owes him or he’s just terrified of upsetting your husband but you don’t care at this moment.
“But…-“ He turns to you breathing out heavily through his nose as he gives you that look. The look that said he’s had just about enough of your back talk. “I didn’t get you anything.”
He laughs deep and menacing as he walks you through the sliding doors of the airport entrance. “Don’t worry sweetheart…I’ve always wanted to join the mile high club.”
Comments and reblogs are much appreciated
#follower celebration#Dave York x gn reader#dave york x reader#dave york fluff#the equalizer#valentines celebration#valentines day#pedro pascal characters
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I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name
Part Six
A/n: Another update!! Things are finally coming to a head, or are they?
So grateful for all the lovely feedback this series is currently getting, glad so many people are liking it!! The ending here is a bit abrupt but necessary I think, so I only hope you enjoy!:) X
Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.
The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.
Masterlist
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To G💋:
Freddie’s @3?
That message had been received well over an hour ago now, after I’d struggled back and forth on whether or not to actually press send.
In the end, Matty had made the decision for me and all but hustled me out of the front door and into his car after doing so.
He’d driven straight to mine, the fry up he’d just ordered in had come along with us for the ride too, and we’d spent the rest of our morning talking it all over, hashing out the pros and cons.
Matty had only left me alone once he’d laid out some clothes for me and made sure that I was freshly showered. It all should’ve been rather amusing, him mothering me, but to be frank I’d all but tossed him out on his arse the first chance I got. His blatant anxiety was like a live wire fraying at the edges and had not helped my own in the slightest.
I texted him now, nerves getting the better of me. My thumbs danced across the screen before my eyes darted back up to the familiar yellow door I was stood outside of.
I’m here
Feeling so!! fucking!! pathetic!!
Why are you making me do this again??
Help:(
I huffed and tugged a hand through my hair. I had not picked the best day to wear it down, the wind was unforgiving and seemingly had a mind of its own, unable to simply leave me be as it flew in every available direction.
Stepping towards the curb, I scanned the surrounding street. Freddie’s was one of the cutest little cafe’s Highgate had to offer, with its bright yellow trimmings and earthy green accents. It was also familiar territory for George and I, a place local enough that it had once been our regular, and not too far from mine now that I could easily just leave, head home, and hide if this all went tits up.
Yeah… I didn’t just feel pathetic. Apparently, I was.
I had to hold in a pitiful groan at the very thought, thankfully though I was distracted by Matty’s incoming reply.
Ratty🖤:
You are
Pathetic that is
But if you leave without tlking to him
I will get Ross to tie you up and lock you in a room together
Well, wasn’t that a vivid image.
I could only wonder how both Ross and George would react to that notion.
Kinky.
Was what I texted back, unable to help my quiet snort.
Matty just replied with a rolling eyes emoji that had me chuckling to myself. It was in that moment that George made me aware of his arrival, causing me to whip around at the sudden hand I felt brace my shoulder.
“Why do you keep doing that!” I accused with a rather aggravated huff, hand now over my racing heart as I glanced down at the phone I’d nearly just dropped.
“Doing what?” George questioned me but the mirth which lined his voice already gave way to the fact that he knew exactly what I was on about. I scowled up at him whilst he gifted me a light laugh of his own, hands now pocketed in the depths of his coat as he tilted his head in the direction of the shop’s entrance. “We headed in then, or does the pavement suit you just fine?”
With a mocking smile I glanced over towards the door. I swallowed down the sudden hysteria, then evidently nodded. Guess it was time to face the music.
I tried to rationalise things as I trailed in behind him, ignoring the bout of butterflies I felt when he held the door open for me, and when he offered to order for the both of us whilst I nabbed a table.
George though, was none the wiser of my inner turmoil.
Almost on autopilot, I moved throughout the crowded space of the cafe having felt like I’d been caught in some sort of whirlwind. I took a seat in a booth near the back, leaving the opposing chair (facing away from the crowd) free for George to take, whilst I tried not to pay any attention to the nerves which were firing through my body.
I looked for something else to focus on, taking a couple of deep breaths whilst I waited. I attempted to distract myself with my phone, a few late birthday messages had come through in the time I’d had it pocketed, but I swiped them all away, just like the I’d done with all the others. Nothing else really caught my attention after that though and ultimately I just decided to switch the entire thing off.
It was then that I rubbed at my temples and glanced up at the rest of the cafe. It hadn’t changed much in the time I’d been away, they’d ordered in a couple of new table covers from what I could see, and had added a few new prints to the far wall, but that was about it. I wondered if they’d done anything to the menu, if they still did those chocolate almond croissants I’d been ever so fond of. The very thought gave me an immediate craving for them.
I tried to people watch, crossing my left leg over my right as I surveyed the few other patrons, but my gaze just kept on trailing back to the one person I was waiting on, who appeared to tower above the rest of the others stood in the queue.
George looked much better than he had last night as he’d been leaving, as though the daylight had taken the time to sharpen his every feature. He wore a pair of battered blue jeans that were slightly cuffed at the ankle, exposing more of the heavy black docs he had on his feet. The jeans were of a looser fit but they were snug in all the right places.
As expected, he had his torso wrapped up in a multitude of layers. A white tee to start with, which clung to every curve of his upper body and was showcased by the light linen shirt he’d paired over top. Then to ward off the slight chill that was in the air he’d also chosen to throw on a boxy denim jacket too, one which had been showered in all types of patterns and prints.
It seemed as though George had stepped up his game a bit since we’d last been together, back then it was all skinny jeans and funny shirts you’d expect your dad to be wearing whilst manning the grill in summer.
I couldn’t seem to help my soft smile as I contemplated what other small details he might’ve changed. But then he glanced over at me and I had to try and act nonchalant, as if I hadn’t been blatantly staring.
I adverted my eyes and cleared my throat, acting as though the nearby wall was of sudden interest. It’s brickwork was rather detailed, but that was about as fascinating as it got.
It wasn’t long before George was making his way over to me, sliding into the seat opposite. It humoured me a little to see him having to squeeze himself into one of these things again, his legs still too long to fit comfortably beneath the tabletop.
“Forgot to ask what you fancied, so I just got your usual.” He said and gestured towards the tray he’d brought over. I peered down at what he’d ordered and couldn’t fight the warmth that flooded my chest.
A cup of milky English tea, prepared just the way I liked it, was perched in the corner, and plated beside it was the same chocolate almond croissant I’d just been thinking of.
“You remembered.”
I found myself saying. My voice a faint murmur that must have held some surprise, enough to colour George’s face with confusion.
“Yeah?” His forehead furrowed ever so slightly. “Why, did you think I’d forget?” He asked with a smug smile. “Practically engrained in my mind after that one weekend last summer- when you’d been sick and all you would eat were these things and those cheap supermarket digestives.”
George snorted at the thought as his sentence trailed off, already moving things around so that he could place the tray to one side. I had to join him with a silent chuckle of my own.
“You still like them then? Those biscuits.” He clarified when I rose a brow in retort, I shook my head at his question.
“No, uh,” I bit my lip and had to laugh a little, “A couple weeks back I got a little obsessed with them all over again, had them for breakfast, lunch, would snack on them constantly… Matty actually ended up buying a bulk load of them and we ate so many in one sitting that we sort of got sick of them. He can’t even think about them now without pulling this weird face.”
George gave me a quirked smile, his eyes humorous. “Kind of like when he hates something on a track? That almost constipated, questioning a funny smell sort of look?”
“Yes! Exactly that.” I giggled, nodding away again. “It’s so funny to watch. Sometimes I mention them just for pleasure of seeing it again.”
He smirked, looking over at me. “Can imagine.”
It was then that I caught the big grin I’d been wearing and had to dim it down a watt. I dragged in a slow breath as I pulled my cup over towards me, “So how’ve you been then? We didn’t really get time to talk much yesterday, properly I mean…”
George winced a fraction and released a heavy breath. His eyes trailed over towards the window as he shrugged. “Just trying to keep busy, I suppose.”
My head bobbed, “Yeah, Matt and Ross mentioned working in the studio again.”
George hummed in return, fiddling with the handle of his mug now. “Jamie’s looking forward to the next album but I don’t know, I’m not feeling it as of yet.”
He glanced over at me then and the smile I wore was sincere, understanding. I remember how much he used to wind himself up over the production of every album, unsure on what songs to use and to scrap.
“It’ll all work out, always does.”
“Maybe.” George replied but the look he had in his eyes threw me a bit, as though he was thinking of something else entirely. I went to question him,m about it, but he beat me to the punch. “Anyway, how about you? You’ve been spending a lot of time with Matty lately.”
“He been talking about me again?” I quipped light-heartedly, but George’s response was almost the opposite.
“Yeah, doesn’t stop actually.”
I frowned. “Oh. Well, he’s just been a really good mate as of late. Was struggling with things for a while…”
George’s expression changed again then, only faintly, anyone else wouldn’t have even noticed it but I’d known him for far too long now. I hurried to soften the blow a bit.
“Erm, just things at work fell through and then some other stuff, spent a load of time held up at home. Matty helped me out, got me functioning again.”
George looked as though he wanted to prod a little further, get a bit more out of me. But that was a wound I wasn’t willing to reopen here and now.
“But these last couple of weeks I’ve been helping out down at this flower shop. It’s been a massive change of pace.” I told him, and it was true.
I’d gone through a tough period after having been let go from my last job at an advertising company. I’d been one of their best designers (not to blow my own horn) and worked long and hard hours. But then sales had depleted rapidly and the business had gone bust. They’d started tossing off the dead weight on an already sinking ship way before things had really gone sideways. I’d been one of the first lot to go.
Which ultimately meant that I’d been made redundant for a while, but thankfully it was only for a short term.
The flower shop up on the high street had been advertising for a new hire and I’d just so happened to have been walking past and seen it. It had good pay and after they’d interviewed me and called me back with an offer, I’d been so relieved to have a steady income again that I didn’t really care for the fact that it was so completely different to what I’d been doing before.
“A flower shop?” George quizzed, his expression tinted with shock, only seen in the sudden squint of his eyes.
I grinned, “Not what you’d expect, huh? But I’ve sort of fallen in love with it. Plus, I still get to design there too. I remade all their business cards and pamphlets, redesigned the website, and I still get to decorate the shop’s window each week.” I explained to him, prattling away. “At the moment, I’ve been working on this chalk mural for next weeks display, it’s spring themed, full of all sorts of flower arrangements.”
George just blinked back at me.
“I, sorry. I just did not expect that…” He commented after an audible pause, “Thought you loved your job, remember it being the reason you wouldn’t tour with us for too long.”
I was quick to nod back at him. “I did love it. But things changed and I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. I’m grateful for what happened though. Happier for it.”
He dipped his head slowly in response then drank from his cup. “That’s good then. I’m happy for you.”
I smiled and broke off a piece of my croissant, being careful as I dipped it into my tea, George immediately made a face.
“What?” I laughed, peering over at him, mouth hidden behind a hand as I chewed. He shook his head in silent reply, casting his eyes away, and so I prodded, “No, go on! What is it?”
He rolled his eyes at me wearing a smile he couldn’t seem to dampen. “Just that.” He waved a hand between me and my plate. “Used to drive me mad. I’d be washing up back at the flat and suddenly I’d pick up a cup half full of soggy bread.”
I wrinkled my nose, trying not to grin. “It’s good! It’s what makes it all gooey and warm.”
“Just ask for it to be heated then!” George defended, his voice raised a tad as a chuckle spilled from his mouth.
“They’re two different types of textures!”
He merely shook his head as he went to take another sip of his coffee. “Still so stubborn, I swear.”
I hummed happily, “That’s why you-”
The smile I’d been wearing then instantly slipped off my lips as I stopped myself short. A certain dread filled me at the realisation of what I’d just been about to say.
George raised a brow, “Why what?”
I fixed my stare on the plate before me and picked aimlessly at the pastry. Then waved his question off, gravitating back towards my tea. “Nothing. Doesn’t matter now.”
He frowned and went to pester me again, but in that single second my entire world seemed to shift and turn on its head.
I froze at the sight which played out before me and almost dropped my cup at the immediate shock that ripped its way through my body.
I struggled to remember how to breathe.
George was quick to reach out and steady my arm though, saving me from a harsh scolding and the spillage I’d been setting myself up for.
“Shit! You alright?” He fussed, up and out of the booth in a flash, settling the tea I’d been holding back down on the table then grabbing a fistful of napkins to wipe up the small puddle I’d made. "What happened?"
I opened my mouth to answer him but no sound came out.
I couldn’t find it in me to reply. To form a coherent sentence.
Every word I’d ever known had simply left me.
But that seemed to be an ongoing theme today. Because…
“Mum?” I croaked out.
Part seven>
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