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Double Down, Triple Threat
Summary: insecure!Eddie x bartender!Reader
Eddie is constantly flirting with you after his Corroded Coffin sets at the Hideout, and you have the bad habit of flirting back. What happens when you overhear a conversation that wasn’t meant for you? Maybe you’ve had the wrong idea about the cocky metalhead who negs you for free drinks. Now you need to take it into your own hands to resolve some built up tension.
Smut, as always, with a touch of angst but generally fluff/happy ending.
Word count: 18k (eek! in retrospect I maybe should have split this into multiple parts but...fuck it, brevity has never been my strong suit LOL) Buckle up for a doozy.
Content warnings: smut, afab reader with she/her pronouns, use of y/n, alcohol consumption, smoking, the devil’s lettuce, mention of Eddie's scars and sustained injuries (slightly canon divergent obviously because our boy is ALIVE here, but the events of season 4 generally stand otherwise), also Eddie does some negative self talk where he refers to himself as mutilated but everything is happy in the end I promise, and scars are nothing to be insecure about he's just down in the dumps you feel me?, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected PIV sex (plz use protection irl), pet names, reader and Eddie shower together
A/N: I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted a fic on here, but I hope all y’all who are still riding the Eddie Munson thirst train enjoy this :) I’m trying to regain the motivation to write more, so hopefully more fics to come soon (no promises though lol) (maybe some Steve? Steddie x Reader? Let me know what y’all want to see.) I
"I'll have the usual," his hoarse voice and boisterous presence cut through what few other customers sat at your bar, forcing your attention his way.
"Yeah, and what would that be?" you try to give him your best deadpan voice, unsure yet if you were in the mood for his antics.
"Come on, like I ever order anything other than a whiskey and coke," his curly dark hair stuck slightly to his damp forehead, not having bothered to wipe the sweat from his brow in between the stage and the bar. If you could even call it a stage. It was more of a sad corner with an extension cable and a few amps that his grunting bandmates were lugging back into their truck while he very helpfully came over and tried to flirt with the bartender. You were the only bartender. On Friday nights anyways.
"That's because you're unoriginal," his drink was already half made as you flick your eyes up through your lashes at him, knowing he was watching you intently, not that he was particular about how his drink was made by any stretch. "You're actually going to pay for it this time," you slid the glass over to him, "I'm not joking."
"You wound me," he tries his best to give you puppy dog eyes, "but I'm pretty sure Randy mentioned something about drink tickets when we negotiated our new Friday slot."
"That's not a thing," you make up menial tasks behind the bar to keep your hands and eyes busy while he relentlessly chats with you, "never has been. Plus if I keep giving you free drinks you'll get the idea that I like you or something."
Fuck, you told yourself you should stop flirting back with him. Your first excuse had been professionalism, which didn't make a lick of sense considering you were a bar back at this hole in the wall that paid local bands in drink tickets, apparently. Your second excuse had been that as fun as Eddie was to chat with, you hardly knew anything about him other than his loud band and his drink order.
Unfortunately he liked to chat and sooner than later you knew more about him than you wanted to. Your newest excuse? If you kept flirting back with him he might get the idea that he could see you outside of this dingy bar, and you liked the comfort and safety of the three feet of wood separating you, it kept you from doing something you might regret.
"Don't act like you didn't like our set," he threw the rest of his drink back, "I saw you watchin' from over here."
"Yeah, well you're kind of hard to ignore, you know, with the volume and all," your voice had a too-playful tone that you mentally noted to dial back on.
If you were being honest, Corroded Coffin was one of the weekly acts that you didn't entirely mind. Most were groups of middle aged men trying to relive the glory days by booking a weeknight at the Hideout, instruments barely tuned and a setlist that was decades out of style. While Eddie's band certainly wasn't everyone's cup of tea, you found yourself tapping your foot along with their songs more often than not. At least they were original, you’d give them that.
He held his glass up to signal a request for another. "Go help your friends carry all your shit," you swiped the cup from his hand, hating that you focused on how your fingers briefly touched his, "and then I'll make you another. And I'm charging you for both."
"Whatever you say, babe" he spun around three or four times on the bar stool before sauntering off and finally assisting with moving the amps and drum kit. You rolled your eyes, not that he was watching you anymore, but more to keep yourself from checking out how his shirt clung to his torso. His black t-shirt was always a size too small, revealing his tattoo covered arms that you never allowed yourself to stare long enough at to make out what any of them were.
Eddie was nice. As much as you liked to push each other's buttons and joke around, he was a lot more respectful than most patrons that tried their hand at flirting with you. He never said anything gross or disrespectful, not something you could say about most men who've had more than a few beers.
But you didn't want to risk pushing any boundaries with him, because you work here, and his band plays here weekly, religiously. You didn't want things to get weird, and as much as you learned how to avoid certain patrons, there was only so much space between the 'stage' and your station behind the bar.
Despite this, you have his second drink made before he finishes putting his stuff away, and you haven't started a tab for either of them. A big smile stretches across his cheeks when he notices his already-made drink set by his stool as he walks over from the back door. You couldn't help but feel a tiny smile creep up on your face as well.
"Really made me work for this one, huh?" he takes the first sip while still standing before setting back into his seat, "truly amazing service, best I've ever had, really." You glare at him while cleaning some cups absentmindedly with a rag. "Not sure if you can tip on a drink ticket though..."
"Fuck off," you giggle and throw the wet towel at him, "you can't charm your way into TWO free drinks you ass."
"Aww you think I'm charming?" the flirtations between you were always edged with sarcasm, which you both found a lot easier than admitting 'hey you need to stop looking at me like that or else I'm going to keep thinking about pinning you against this countertop.'
"No, I don't, which is why you're PAYING for both those drinks," a lie followed by another lie, and you both knew it. "Where'd your band go?"
"Why? 'm I boring you?" he didn't mind taking up all your attention when the other bar patrons were either too drunk to stand or too old to even notice that a metal band had performed for the past hour. "No one's ever accused Gareth of being more interesting than yours truly. Plus he doesn't drink anyways, so your venture capitalist instincts wont work on him." He raised his drink to punctuate his joke before taking another long swig.
"Ha ha," you don't give him the satisfaction of a real laugh, "I just wanted to make sure you had a ride home in case you try and swindle me into making you a third drink."
"Oh no, I told them all to scram, that I had a hot date with you and my unsettled tab," he leaned over the bar, trying to eliminate as much space between himself and you, "plus I've got a friend coming by to pick me up in a bit. So if you wanted to make me that third drink in exchange for me keeping you company while you close up, I certainly don't have any reason to turn you down."
"Fine," you point at him with a stern finger, "but this one'll be more coke than whiskey."
"Deal," he pointed his finger back at you, moving carefully in so the tips of your pointers touched. This made you genuinely laugh, unable to keep up a wall for too long around him.
He finished his second drink while you ordered last call, and settled up with crumpled cash and mumbled thank you’s from the few remaining drunks. After closing up the cash register you make him that more-coke-than-whiskey drink as promised, and get to wiping down every sticky surface.
"What's your drink?" he asks.
"Hmm?" you glance over from your hunched over position, trying to get the wet rag across the underside of the bar where someone had clearly spilt what appeared to be an entire pint of light beer.
"You know my drink order, I wanna know yours." you stand up straight and look at him.
You consider pushing back and demanding why he wanted to know, but it was late and you only had so many quips left in you, "Gin and tonic with extra lime." You get back to soaking up the spilt mess.
"Woooooow," his drink was finished and he took it upon himself to grab the broom from behind the bar and start sweeping up the bottle caps and tracked in dirt, "and you had the nerve to call me unoriginal."
"I'm not some creative rock and roll guitar guy like you, I don't need to be original, I'm just a bartender," you let him keep sweeping and start checking off other tasks from your closing list.
"You aren't just a bartender, give yourself more credit than that babe," he held up the dustpan full of crap, silently asking where to put it and you hold open a mostly full garbage bag for him to dump it into before tying it off, "judging by your drink order I would also guess that you're, hmmmm, an 85 year old man."
"Oh my god," you slap him on the arm with another half dirty hand towel, "in that case, you're doing voluntary manual labor just to flirt with this 85 year old man, so maybe you need to reevaluate your priorities."
He takes a few steps forward, not quite caging you against the bar, but nearly there. "And how am I doing? Is it working?" He's the closest he's ever been to you, jokingly sliding the broom around your feet, pretending to sweep while maintaining searing eye contact.
As the which-one-of-us-is-going-to-learn-in-first question buzzes around you, an irritating light flickers through the big front window, indicating someone had pulled their car right up to the curb with their high beams on. Eddie scrunches his nose up, and your urge to kiss him somehow grows despite his annoyed expression. "That's my ride."
You give him a small nod, turning your head to try and squint to see who could possibly be picking him up at this hour, but not making out much through the foggy glass. "I suppose I can manage the rest without you," you grab the broom from him, fingers touching for the second time tonight, "see you next week, rockstar."
Eddie wants to do something smooth, a wink or a clever line, but instead nervously gives you a nod and is out the front door before he can give it a second thought. The minute the door closes behind him you let out all the air you had been holding in your chest, both frustrated and slightly relieved. Eddie on the other hand- was bursting with regret and frustration, immediately running his hands through his hair and pulling a cigarette out of his pocket.
"Absolutely not," Steve craned his neck out of his car that always looked like it had just gotten a fresh wax and detail, "at least five feet away from the beemer if you're going to light that."
Eddie rolled his eyes, considering putting the cigarette back into the carton and getting the fuck away from this bar, but ultimately gave in and pivoted on his heel storming back towards the brick exterior and slumping against it as he flicked his lighter and took an aggressively deep pull.
"What's your damage?" Steve moved out of the expensive car, keeping a bit of distance from Eddie but close enough that the two could talk, "That bartender you like wasn't on or something?"
"She's inside closing up now, so keep your fuckin' voice down" he gave Steve a glare and then immediately an apologetic look for being so prickly, "I'm just bad at this shit, man."
"You can't be that bad at it, Gareth and Jeff said the two of you eye fuck across the room every Friday night," Steve shrugs, understanding Eddie's drawback but knowing his friend rarely gives himself the benefit of the doubt.
"Yeah, well, that's not the hard part," Eddie rips his cigarette and presses his wild hair deeper into the brick behind him, exhaling upwards.
You had taken note that Eddie's ride hadn't left yet, so you busied yourself for a minute before deciding who cares if you had to give him an awkward wave on your way across the parking lot, so you locked up and grabbed the trash to take to the dumpster out back before leaving for the night.
You really didn't mean to eavesdrop, but as soon as the back door clicked you heard their muffled conversation from around the corner. Rather than give away your presence with the clanging of the trash you gently set it against the wall and moved forward silently, staying out of sight but well within earshot.
"Flirting is the easy part, she's fuckin' easy to talk to, man" Eddie's voice carried, and you felt guilty but continued to listen, "I don't want to just fuck her though, I want to like, date...her."
"Oh," Steve's voice dropped knowingly, "well that's... good, I guess, that you like her like that."
"Well even if I didn't like her like that and was only looking to fuck her," he sighs out, and you carefully listen while furrowing your eyebrows, trying to make sense of their conversation, "she's gorgeous, and no girl that hot- scratch that no girl at all want's to fuck some mutilated freak."
"Don't call yourself a freak," Steve's voice seems apprehensive.
"Yeah, sure, but you can't say I'm not mutilated." There was a beat of silence, and you didn't have time to think too much about his words before he went off again, voice laced with thick sarcasm, "Oh hey babe, so glad you were able to look past that I live in a trailer park and all my neighbors think I'm a satan worshiping murderer, but I hope you can be cool with my singular nipple and weird lumpy scar tissue, I know it's super hot, you're gonna have to get in line." His voice carried easily far past your hiding spot.
"You're not giving her much credit dude," Steve was still apprehensive to respond, knowing how Eddie got when he started to spiral, "Maybe she's not that shallow."
"It's not that," Eddie's voice started to calm, "I'd just rather take my twenty minutes of flirting after our Friday gigs than risk it and have her look at me like she's sorry for me or something."
With that he snubbed out his cigarette butt with the toe of his combat boots, let out a big sigh, and moved to get into the passenger side of Steve's car. You take a few slow, careful steps back towards the slumped garbage bag and wait until you hear the engine start and see the lights pull out onto the opposite side of the road.
Fuck. Part of you felt incredibly guilty for listening to what was obviously meant to be a private conversation, especially a private conversation about you. But your gears were turning far too fast to get hung up on guilt.
You always felt apprehensive about Eddie because you figured he was a flirt, a player, the kind of guy who talks to all bartenders like that, and you just happened to be the one he flirted with after his Corroded Coffin shows. You never wanted to get too invested in making him smile or waiting around for him to chat you up, because you know how most guys are, especially guys who carry themselves with that much confidence. And you were fucking wrong.
Now fully realizing that the ball is in your court, you need to plan your first move. You decided, Eddie was worth taking the risk.
It was truly a shot in the dark, but if your intuition ended up being a bust then no one would know about your wasted afternoon other than yourself. The following afternoon you drove aimlessly up and down the unpaved residential streets of the trailer park. There were two in town but you had a pretty good feeling that this was the one.
You only started to feel stupid when you got some confused and slightly angry looks from people going about their business, hanging laundry or smoking on their porches, scrunching their noses and trying to make out the unfamiliar car driving in circles around their neighborhood.
Aha! There it was. You knew that your gut could only fail you so many times when it came to Eddie. Exactly what you had been looking for, a big black and blue 1971 Chevrolet van strewn with dents, patches of rust, and, your telltale sign, a homemade Corroded Coffin sticker crookedly placed on the faded chrome of the bumper.
Step one, complete. Step two was contingent on Eddie even being home. The presence of his van had you feeling hopeful.
You attempt to rid yourself of lingering nerves with a deep breath and silent pep talk. You park adjacent to his van and hop out before your legs can convince you not to, and suddenly you've rung the doorbell and are standing with your hands clasped nervously in front of his door.
"Just a minute," you hear him yell from inside, step two, complete, "What're you here for? Cuz I only got weed right now so if you're..." his hollering voice trails off from inside as he catches a glimpse of you through the screen. "Y/n? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Jeez, hello to you too," you try to lace your voice with the same flirty edge that you always took with Eddie, but you didn't have the comfortable barrier of the bar or the security of being the person serving him his drinks.
"How the fuck do you know where I live?" His tone wasn't quite angry, but it was bordering on more pointed than just confused.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to drop by totally unexpected," you suddenly felt vulnerable, regretting this whole stupid plan, "I can go."
You start to scurry back to your car and hide your face forever, but he cuts you off with, "No, no, just, why are you here?" He softened his voice, and came down the stoop to hover over you on the last step.
"Well," here goes nothing, "last night I felt like we sort of got interrupted." You pause, trying to gauge his reaction, "And I couldn't stop thinking about it, and I didn’t want to wait a whole week to see you again."
"Oh," his face and reaction didn't give you much of a clue as to what he was thinking.
"And," you started filling the empty air with words, as you often did out of anxiety, "I know where you live because I've heard you sing 'fuck everyone in the trailer park, I'll play my music and curse your existance' probably a thousand times, it really wasn’t that hard to figure out where you live."
He let out a chuckle, despite being deep in the throws of processing your earlier statement of feeling cut off. Of course he wanted to see you outside the confines of the musty bar, he just hadn't expected it to be like this, so sudden. "Well that's fair. I’ll give you double points for perception."
"I didn't mean to interrupt your Saturday," you began to reel again, "just wanted to tell you I'd like to hang out with you sometime, preferably not at The Hideout."
"Can sometime be now?" he hopped down from the last step and gave you an inquisitive smile, nose slightly scrunched and giving you butterflies.
"Yeah, sometime can be now. You promise I'm not interrupting anything?" you felt a wave of relief, his energy had fully shifted from confusion to your comfortable flirty banter.
"Just a packed bong and have some laundry I probably wasn't going to do anyways," he suddenly realized he either had to invite you inside, which would be slightly embarrassing given the current state of his trailer, or suggest a secondary location, "you hungry? We can grab lunch or something?"
He offered to drive, and you suggested sandwiches and beer to go for a backseat van picnic. He was relieved that you were down with doing something so casual, no stuffy cafes or overpriced food. If you were more than happy to suggest eating deli counter sandwiches in the back of his clunky van then maybe he had less to worry about than he thought.
The passing moments between you had him realizing he truly didn't know much about you. Your job, how you had no problem snapping back at rude customers, and most recently your favorite drink. He wanted to know more, and quickly did as you had a 'regular' sandwich order and gave him directions to a side street that looked out onto a small lake, explaining that you'd eat lunch out here sometimes when the weather was nice. He parked the van in reverse, letting the back doors swing open, giving you the perfect bench looking out to the scenery to sit back and eat.
"All my years living 'round here, I've never been to this spot," he noted through bites of sandwich wrapped in white paper.
"Yeah, most people know the spot across the lake with the rope swing and all that," you gesture across to where there was a popular jumping rock littered with empty beer cans, "too crowded for me though, it's more peaceful over here."
"Sorry if I was a bit rude earlier," he started, but you quickly cut him off before he could finish his apology.
"No, no," you move your hand over to gently grab his mid gesture, "don't apologize, your reaction was incredibly reasonable."
"I just-' he started but you gave his hand a squeeze, "I really am happy you decided to come by, I didn't want you to think otherwise."
"I'm happy you chose lunch with me over a bong and laundry, that was some tough competition I had," he rolled his eyes at you.
"Don't make fun of me," he nudged your side, "I'm usually pretty wiped from Friday's show and trying to think of clever things to keep up with you, so my Saturday's are usually pretty lazy," your shoulders rubbed against each other, "being a washed up wannabe rockstar and flirting with a girl way out of my league can really do a number on me."
You share a soft giggle but reassure him that playing live music, even if it is only for you and a crowd of five drunks is still pretty cool. "Plus I like that you dress like this all the time, it's not just an act, this is just how you are," you gesture to his ripped jeans and ring clad fingers.
"What did you expect, babe? Surprise me at my trailer to find me in a polo and khakis?" the suggestion alone had the two of you laughing, brainstorming an alternate universe where Eddie was an accountant by day and only let his rocker side loose on Friday nights.
"If you aren't secretly an accountant, what do you do when you're not playing music, if I may ask," you realize this was really one of the first personal questions you'd exchanged, keeping things punchy and surface level until this point.
"Ah, well," he scratches the back of his head, "although I wish the drink tickets we make at The Hideout were enough to cover rent, I work down at the body shop, you know the one down the street from the grocery store? My uncle knew some guys there and hooked me up with a job fixing cars after high school, and it's not too bad, I'm not half bad at it either, so that's where I'm at."
"You just really keep getting better and better, huh?" at first he wonders if your comment is sarcastic, but you continue "So what I'm hearing is you'll look at my rattling engine for free? I know nothing about cars and am always worried the people at the body shop are going to overcharge me."
"I only charge in sandwich dates and drink tickets, so you're in luck," he responds quickly without giving it much of a thought.
You take a second, "What about dinner dates? Maybe movie dates too? Are those acceptable payments for your mechanic expertise?"
"Not usually, but I'll make an exception for you," he responds after a few beats, realizing you wanted to see him again, and not just at the bar.
You both are looking out at the lake, the buzzing energy around you making you nervous to look at each other. So you just tilt your head sideways to rest on his shoulder, "Phew, that's a relief, because I have a lot more of these planned."
"Oh yeah?" he shifts his body towards you, lifting your head from his shoulder and finally meeting his gaze, a stupid grin plastered across his face, he couldn't help it. "Which one of these dates do I finally get to kiss you?" You let out a breathy laugh, half amused by his corny line and half surprised he was being so forward.
"Hmmm, I'm not sure," you pretend to think it over, stringing this out was killing both of you, but you couldn't help but push his buttons a bit more, "I'd say I'm kind of a third date kind of gal."
"Three? As in three from now or three including this one?" He seemed genuinely concerned, causing a genuine laugh to slip through the act you were putting on.
You move your hand to his chest, faces closer than they had ever been. You had always been sucked into his big brown eyes, but now you saw flecks of honey and deep browns that bordered on black in them, faded freckles dotted across his cheeks, a chapped patch on his lower lip that had clearly been the victim of some anxious chewing. "I'll make an exception this time, for you."
He let you make the first move, leaning in and gently pressing your lips to his, soft and slow. You could feel his breath catch in his throat, prompting you to pull back and look at him through fluttered lashes, as your mouth parted slightly to ask him if that was okay, his big ring clad hands cupped the sides of your cheeks and pulled you right back into him, kissing you like he was afraid you'd evaporate if he ever stopped.
The wind was knocked out of you. You couldn't be bothered to breathe when your attention was solely focused on his lips, his tongue, the sharp intake air he sucked in between slotting your top lip down to your swollen bottom one, nipping with teeth and holding your face so close.
After a minute of soft whimpers and exploring the new intimacy you pull back to finally catch your breath, fully ready to ignore the need for oxygen and lean back in when you see his face, rosy and buzzing with excited energy.
"Sorry, if that was kind of a lot," he realized you had given the sweetest peck and he proceeded to practically shove his tongue down your throat.
You however, were already brushing his apology off and leaning in for more, missing the feeling of his big hands cradling your face, sending tingling shockwaves down your body. Before you could lunge back at him and take more of what you wanted, he takes your chin in between his fingers and tilts your head up to his.
"I don't know if you can tell, but I'm sort of crazy about you. And I really don't want to fuck this up, but I've wanted to do that for a really long time.”
He could tell by your pout that you were begging for another kiss, and he couldn't refuse you. You were completely lost in it. Learning that he let out a little gasp when you ran your fingers up into his hair, that he would catch your bottom lip in between his teeth when you started to pull away and he needed more, that you were already completely wrecked for him. You weren't even conscious of the fact that you were now fully seated in his lap, sandwich wrappers and empty cans long pushed aside.
Part of you wanted to wait, to let things build up organically over time and get physically intimate when the moment felt right. But fuck it, the moment felt right now.
Any apprehension or worry of scaring him off dissipated when his thumb ran across your cheekbone, his other strong arm holding you steadily against him, you don't think you could wiggle away if you tried. Swirling in your apprehension you also fought the urge to press your hips down into his and grind against him harder. You wanted to let him take things at his pace and not rush anything, but fuck you could feel his cock getting hard between your legs and it was driving you insane.
He dragged the knuckle of his middle finger up your neck along the curve of your jaw, speaking softly into your kiss, "can I kiss you here?" pressing his touch into the side of your neck.
"You can do anything you want to me," you pant back, slightly embarrassed at how desperately horny that came out.
"Fuck," he groaned out, cock noticeably twitching against his black jeans and into your thigh, "you can't say shit like that to me."
"Sorry, sorry," you try to gain your composure and lift off him slightly, “I-"
He took a hold of your waist and pulled your back down into his lap, diving into the side of your neck and nipping and sucking until he found the spot that made you squeeze your thighs slightly around him. "Anything I want requires a lot more time and space than we have right now, pretty girl." He mumbled into your neck in between kisses, his words making your back arch slightly more into him. "Plus I need to be a gentleman," you rolled your eyes at this.
"Since when have you ever worried about that," you tug his hair back to force him to look at you.
"You really want to know what I want, right now?" he quirked an eyebrow.
"Really, really," you let your weight sink down onto his lap a touch more, feeling the stiff length under his jeans slot between your thighs a bit deeper, making his breath hitch before he could respond.
"I want you to lay back on those blankets up there," he nodded towards the few crumpled up blankets he had shoved behind the driver's seat, "and let me eat your pretty pussy until you're screaming loud enough for the people across the lake to hear."
Whatever you were expecting, it wasn't that.
This unexpected burst of sexual confidence threw you for a loop, as you were fully prepared to be the one making all the big moves. Your mouth hung open slightly, struggling to form a response when all that was swarming through your mind was holy fuck, holy fuck, that was so hot, what the fuck do I say.
Rather than respond with words you just roll off his lap and start moving deeper into the back of his van, propping your torso up on bent arms and sending him back a suggestively raised eyebrow. He swung his legs up over the ledge and took one of the doors with him, sliding into the van and quickly shutting the other as well.
It took a second for your eyes to adjust, the previous sunlight coming in from across the lake was cut off, and the light source now was only coming from the front windows, making things darker but not invisible. You quickly had no trouble making out Eddie's slender form shuffling around and getting situated in between your bent knees, urging you to lay back a bit more and relax as much as your body would allow against the lumpy blanket pile.
"This is okay?" he asks while leaning down to pick up where you had left off a moment ago.
"Yes, fuck," you wiggle up into his form, wanting as much contact as he would allow, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into your lips.
It all had moved faster than you were used to but fuck if it didn't feel so right. Why did you feel more comfortable with this person you hardly knew than you had with your past few long term relationships? He just had this way of taking your nerves and throwing them out the nearest window.
After sucking on your lower lip until it was puffy and slick he dips his chin into the crook of your neck, dragging his perfect nose up your jugular and nestling into the junction of your neck and ear, licking a stripe all the way. You wanted to desperately buck your hips up into his, but only allowed yourself half the satisfaction of lifting your thigh slightly to give him more space to sink deeper into your slumped form.
When Eddie’s life flashed before his eyes, on more than one occasion- actually- he wasn’t particularly satisfied with what he saw. In the moments before what he assumed was death, his brain searched for the best moments to accumulate and reminisce on before his body succumbed to the untimely demise he was facing. It wasn’t much.
He wished he had more than smiling moments with his D&D club, a few killer performances at the Hideout, no killer audiences, some nights of revelry with his friends, and a few forgettable hookups in dingy bar bathrooms. That couldn’t be it, right?
In the wake of his life flashing, fading, and flashing again, he made more space for good things. After his shows now he let himself think about you, and how much he liked you, let himself try his hand at flirting. Because if he was going to come anywhere that close to death again, he needed more to show for it than a few trysts with nameless girls and an unnerving amount of scar tissue.
So he wasn’t about to fuck this up. If someone came at him with an axe tomorrow, at least he’d have the memory of you splayed out beneath him in the back of his van, lips shiny and cheeks rosy. If his life were to flash before his eyes again it wouldn’t be as bad.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about this?” he mumbled into your neck, his denim clad thigh pressing perfectly in between your legs. You could only hum back as if to say, “no, tell me.”
“I think you do know,” his teeth grazed upon your earlobe, sending a jolt through your hips and finding solace in the friction between your thighs with his.
“Yeah, I know,” you breathe out, arching your neck down to nudge the tip of his nose with yours, “do you?”
“I didn’t have a clue,” he mumbled into your lips before slipping his tongue against yours, sickly sweet and laced with all the regret of not asking you out sooner.
You let your ankles hook around one another, locking your hips together and earning a deep rumble of a moan from the man trapped. “I recall you mentioning something about the people across the lake hearing me…” you playfully trail off, equal parts confidently flirty and deeply desperate for him to act on his earlier promise.
He had nudged his way down into the neckline of your shirt, licking and nipping at as much of your breasts as he could find, fingertips grazing the waistline of your pants. Part of you wanted to just lay here and let him have his way with you, but the conscious part of your brain recognized the insecurities he expressed in that conversation you weren't supposed to hear, and signaled you to be as forward with him as you could be.
“Fuck,” you struggled to pry your hands between your pressed bodies to reach your jeans button, “Eddie can I take these off, I want to feel you.”
With your hands moved south, you managed to undo the clasps of your jeans while also running your hands upwards towards his shirt, wanting to feel the skin beneath.
It was subtle, but impossible for you to miss, when your fingertips grazed his lower stomach and trailed up his t-shirt his body shifted into a tense state for just a moment. You could have easily missed it. It took all of a millisecond for him to subtly jerk away from you and redirect the attention to your now unbuttoned pants. His hands were dragging the material down your thighs before you had a moment to register the way he averted your touch.
He playfully tossed your bunched up pants over his shoulder, as if they had anywhere else to go other than the three feet of van between him and the doors. After that flashed moment of shyness, you noticed nothing but a playful smirk on his face, smile crinkled at the corners of his cheeks and eyes full of wild mischief.
His hands spread against your thighs, digging his fingertips into as much skin as the width of his palms would allow.
“So fucking perfect,” he drank you in, hardly noticing the moment you pulled your shirt and bra over yourself, but dumbstruck as soon as his eyes caught sight of your reveal.
Knowing he had yet to put his money where his mouth was, he adjusted downwards and let his flushed cheek make contact with your thigh. In that moment he vowed to let the sight of the little damp patch in the center of your cotton panties stay forever in his mind.
He didn’t let a single thought register in his brain before he leaned forward and let his tongue lick a fat strip up the middle of your clothed center, adding dampness to the apparent arousal already there.
“Jesus,” you were slightly taken aback at his action, letting your head fall back, while still lowering your gaze down to where his hooded lids and pink tongue sat in between your thighs.
He reveled in the feeling of being between your thighs, letting his tongue play around the center of your panties for a few strokes before the twitching in your legs signaled that you had had enough of his teasing.
Taking a blissful moment to hook his finger through the crotch piece of your underwear and pull it to the side to reveal your slick center, he simply couldn’t help himself. He pulled back and drank the sight of you in, panties wet with your arousal and his spit pulled to the side and your perfect cunt finally in his sights.
The groan he let out only tripled your level of neediness for him. You let your chest puff up and hips gyrate forward at nothing to signal that you needed him, like, now.
Before you could even think of something snarky to say to get him to get on with it, his entire face was fully buried in you. An involuntary ahhh escaped you as he let his entire tongue press as far into you as space would allow.
“Ohmygod,” all coming out in one breath, “fuckeddie.”
He groaned deeply into you at the feeling of your pussy on his mouth, your taste, how your hips twitched slightly when his nose pressed against your clit. He didn’t even think about all those drunken chats with the boys or stupid cosmo articles he couldn't help but read, eating your pussy didn’t require any thought, he could only feel.
Your sighs were like a song to him, every sharp inhale and subtle whimper, he caught it all and it was the most beautiful music. He let his tongue swirl faster when he heard your breath hitch, gripped your thigh tighter when you let out that beautiful exhale.
“So fucking good for me,” he mumbled into your inner thigh in between licks, fully pussy drunk and ready to stay here forever, “fucking perfect.”
After some selfish exploration, he settled on a steady rhythm against your clit, making your back arch and whines jump an octave.
“Eddie, Eddie,” you groaned, feeling embarrassed how needy your voice already sounded, “can you use your fingers too, please.” Desperate. That’s how you felt, and you couldn't help but be self conscious for any more than a moment, as he immediately headed your request.
Guitar fingers. You fucking knew it. You always found him attractive and charming, but immediately scolded yourself the moment you started speculating about those damn fingers. If he could learn Metallica solos in private, what else could he do?
Curling upwards in that magically delicious motion that had you already seeing stars, he glanced up at you upon entering and was met with the glorious sight of your mouth hanging open and eyes fluttering shut.
You simply couldn’t be bothered by the rickety van floor beneath you, the sad lumpy pillow propped under your head, or the stagnant, vaguely cigarette scented air around you. Nope. No thoughts other than the tightening knot in your stomach and how those pretty brown eyes peered up through too-perfect lashes at you in between sinful strokes.
“Making me feel so fucking good,” you hardly recognized your voice as your own, “please don’t stop, Eddie, please…”
And there it was, euphoric bliss found in the back of a pot dealing metalhead’s van. Your thighs quivered and your brain lost all capacity for thought. All you could feel was the sudden wash of pleasure, the pulsing between your legs, and the tongue and fingers fucking into you as if it was the last thing he ever did.
Writhing, trying to keep your moans down despite his verbalized promise for them to be heard far and wide, you try to control the jerk of your hips and grip on his hair. You rode out your orgasm, far sooner than you would have liked. You wanted to revel in it.
After months of relentless flirting and suppressing your attraction to him, you wish you could have held your orgasm off a while longer. You simply couldn't allow yourself to bask in the velvet of his tongue or the tickle of his bangs on your thighs. You needed it too badly to hold off.
Coming down from your orgasm, a broken moan cracked from you and let him know to slow his roll. In between catching your breath you catch a view of him sucking your release off of his slick fingers, and almost throw yourself at him, beg him to jump your bones. But all you can do is let out a breathy laugh and find the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him.
“You come?” he asks, slight snark to his voice.
You muster up the energy to bop him upside the head and ruffle his hair along the way. “Fuck off,” you respond, still breathless, “you know I did.”
“I know,” he cocks his head, still admiring your form, your flushed face and rise and fall of every breath, “It’s polite to ask, though.”
“Ah yes, Eddie Munson, most polite man I know,” you flop back onto the mismatched pillows.
“Hey!” he pretends to sound offended but only manages to tug at your heartstrings, “I’ll have you know, that I am a delight.”
“Can’t argue with that,” you reach down to feel your dripping folds before hunching forward to search for your underwear, which haven't traveled too far from his knees on the van floor.
You wanted to return the favor, do more than return the favor, but something about his shift in demeanor and the way he angled his body away from yours slightly to adjust his hard cock in his pants and keep up the too-casual post-orgasm conversation had you thinking it was more than him being too polite to accept your advances.
“Shit, what time is it,” he begins to shuffle towards the front of the van to check the time while you awkwardly gathered your clothes and redressed, fully assessing that whatever fooling around in the back of this van you were doing was officially over.
“I, uh, have a few errands to run,” he sounded apologetic, not like he was making some excuse to get you out of his hair, “I can drop you off, or you can come along for the ride…”
There is was, your affirmation that he was just as desperate to hang onto this moment together as you were.
“I actually have a shift starting pretty soon,” you regrettably admit, “and as much as I’d love to ditch it and be your passenger princess, the Saturday tips are usually the bulk of my rent money so…”
He understood, he hated how much he understood.
“What time do you get off?” He didn’t even try to hide how eager he was to see you again, again in ten minutes, again later tonight, again tomorrow, again as many times as you’d let him.
“Get off? Pretty sure I did that like three minutes ago…” you joke and appreciate his huff of a laugh, “Um, I’m closing, so probably not until like two or three. Don’t worry though, I can give you my number and we can do this again when we’re both free.”
“I’m free later… at two,” his expression was dead serious, “or three, or four, or whenever.” He noticed your brows shoot up and words start to form in your mouth, before you could speak he cuts in, “If you won’t be too tired or anything. I can pick you up?”
“It’ll be pretty late Eds,” you were falling into the trap of his puppy dog eyes, “you don’t need to wait up for me like that, I promise we can see each other again, tomorrow even…”
“Tell me to fuck off if I’m being pushy,” he took your hand in his and mindlessly stroked circles into it with his thumb, “but I’m sort of a night owl, not big on the whole sleeping thing anyways, and I’d love to pick you up from work later.”
“Okay,” you agree, the soft earnestness of his voice snared you, and considered the magic he had just worked between your legs, who were you to say no. The glimmer in his eye and quirked smile at your response had you wishing you had said more than ‘okay,’ wondering what kind of look you would have gotten from a ‘yes, please,’ or ‘I’d love that.’
He drove you back to his trailer, not letting go of your hand during the ride, not even to turn up the music at his favorite parts. He offers to follow you back to your place, insisting that waiting for you to shower and change into work clothes and then drop you off at the Hideout was “on the way” to these supposed errands he had to run.
You roll your eyes but start to accept that this is the kind of guy Eddie is, insincerity undetectable when he makes these offers. You invite him in, but he opts to wait outside with a cigarette, pacing a bit and then forcing his legs and mind to still by waiting in the drivers seat.
“Hey hot stuff,” he wolf whistles as you exit your apartment, dressed in your usual black shirt and jeans for work, apron balled up in your bag to put on once you arrive.
He’s sweet, and sincere. As much as you liked the jab banter between the two of you at the bar, you think you might prefer his sarcastic jokes mixed with sweet compliments and longing gazes more. Not that you weren’t getting that from him at the bar before, there were plenty of longing gazes there too, but now the shared glances are heavy with the knowledge of what his tongue feels like on your cunt.
A sloppy, exaggerated kiss on the cheek and a ‘go get ‘em tiger’ sends you off into the bar, where your hands will be pouring cheap liquor for the next several hours but your mind will be solely occupied with what your post-work date with Eddie entails.
The drink special of the night was a mix of anxious anticipation and lustful yearning, shaken too aggressively and served with sunsteady hands. Luckily the Saturday rush kept you mostly focused on vodka sodas and Guinness pours, wiping down sticky surfaces and making change for impatient customers.
You had assistance behind the bar, and that also meant assistance closing up, finally allowing yourself to start peeking through the window to see if Eddie held up on his promise. Of course he had. He’d been waiting in the lot, scoring a few sales from exiting patrons who knew him previous deals, since long before the bar closed.
You wipe your sweaty palms onto your apron and ball it up into your bag before bounding across the parking lot towards Eddie, who always seems to have this effortless charisma buzzing around him, a cigarette dangled from his pretty lower lip and posture just slouched enough to still be sexy. Maybe you were biased at this point.
He pulls you in by your waist, angling his chin up to blow the smoke up into the sky rather in your direction.
“How was work?” Your cheeks were already starting to grow hot at the feeling of his pinky finger landing on the strip of skin between your shirt and jeans, “Miss me?”
“Bartending’s a lot easier when I don’t have your nosy ass pestering me for free drinks,” you cock your head at him, silently asking for a drag of his cigarette, which he immediately understands and complies, “wasn’t too bad though, happy it’s over,” you exhale.
“If you’e hungry there’s some fries and a milkshake by the passenger’s seat,” he let you slip from his grasp to spin around towards the van door.
“For me?” you peek through the window, realizing he didn’t just mean extras from his dinner earlier, he had gone out of his way to pick you up a post-work snack.
“Unless you aren’t hungry,” he moves to hop in the drivers side, “In which case you can practice tossing fries into my open mouth while I drive.”
You let a few fries fly across the car seat in his general direction, feeding him the occasional one directly, but inhaling most of them shortly after you peeled out of the parking lot.
“D’you want me to bring you home, or…” you knew where he was headed with this, a nervous edge to his voice.
“We can hang out back at your trailer if that’s okay,” you say mid-fry, “as long as I can take a quick shower I don’t mind chilling there.”
He grins like a giddy schoolgirl and grips the steering wheel just a touch tighter, and drives just a bit faster back to the trailer park. As anxious as you felt during your shift, you can’t be bothered to overthink with Eddie leaning towards you with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, making googly eyes at the shake you were downing as his way of asking you for a sip.
He put the van into park before the wheels had even come to a complete stop, hustling around the front to make sure he was the one to open your door. He had spent some of the time you were away straightening up his trailer for the first time in a good long while. Empty beer cans were cleared and he even changed the bed sheets. It still wasn’t the Ritz or anything, but at least he can say he tried.
He tried to busy himself with locking the door behind you after entering, not wanting to see if your eyes drifted over to the mess of records and smoking pariphenelia that cluttered the coffee table, or the chance that the mixture of heavy metal and nerdy posters strewn about would draw a judgmental reaction.
When he let his gaze drift back to you, you weren’t looking at any of that. You were looking right back at him, already leaning up on your toes and asking, “Can I kiss you again?”
A mumbled “of course” had you wrapping your arms around his neck and melting into his touch, finding his lips already on yours before you could go in for the kill.
The kiss started off French-fry-and-strawberry-shake flavored, smiling into his lips as the anticipation of seeing him again after only a few short hours slips away.
“Thank’s for spending so much time with me today,” you whisper in between sticky sweet kisses, “and for the fries and-“
He took your cheeks in his hands and smushed your lips into his mid-sentence, pulling back to see the puckered fish face he held between his hands.
“You’re welcome,” his big button eyes bore straight through you, as if he saw all of you and more, “but you don’t have to thank me, I like being with you, and I ended up eating most of the fries anyways,” he trails off, cheeks rosy and lips slick from your claim on them.
“You wanted to shower?” He cuts himself off, and feels stupid for it. He knew he could keep kissing you and kissing you and kissing you, and the only thing holding him back was his anxious brain and big mouth.
“Oh, yeah,” you were a little surprised that he remembered, and chose to bring it up now, “if you don’t mind. I always feel a little sticky after work, you know, with the Hideout’s C health rating and all.”
With a smile that nearly knocked the air out of you, he took a deep bow like some silly court jester and motioned down the trailer’s only hallway. You took your lead and followed his outstretched arm, figuring there were only so may doors that could possibly lead to a bathroom.
“Oh, shit, wait,” you hear him scramble behind you, shuffling past into the door you assume to he his bedroom, emerging milliseconds later with a crumpled towel in his balled up hand, “you’re gonna want this.”
“Thank you,” you’re slow with your movements, wondering how he was acting so squirrelly, like a middle school boy around the girl he wanted to take to the dance, even though he had you fully spread out begging for him in the back of his van only hours earlier, “is the shower big enough for two?”
You meant it equally suggestive and genuine, knowing full well that not all showers are built for partner bathing. However, the fear stricken look that washed across his face for a millisecond before scrunching up and setting to neutral had you thinking you had just asked if there was a built in hot tub or something like that. His mouth hung open and for a moment that conversation you weren’t supposed to hear replayed in your mind, maybe you had to take this slower than he was willing to let on.
“Just looking for someone to massage my scalp, that’s all,” you try to jokingly play it off, keeping your invitation open but concealing it with a joke to double back on just in case.
“Yeah, it’s- uhhh,” Eddie, who was always quick with a comeback was suddenly lost for words, “It’s the size of a normal shower, yeah.” It’s not like he could lie, all you had to do was turn around and size it up for yourself.
You take the towel from his white knuckled grip and pivoted towards the door that was close to having burn holes from where his laser focused eyes were shot. You give him a wink over your shoulder, figuring that was enough of an invitation and vague enough of an excuse for him to leave depending on what he wanted. You hated this line you were towing, knowing more than you should- yet still feeling so in the dark.
He was right, it was a normal sized shower. A bathtub with a sliding door and a detachable shower head with only one working setting. There was a rack with three-in-one and a bar of dove soap, which should have annoyed you but made you giggle instead. You let a quarter sized drop of the generic body wash slash shampoo slash conditioner lather into your hands when you heard the bathroom door creek open, purposefully left unlocked.
“Hey, is it okay I’m in here?” He sounded so genuine in his concern, unknowing you were on the verge of begging him to get in the shower with you.
“Yeah,” you borderline shout over the running water, “here to help massage my scalp?” You let your tone stay light and joking despite being deadly serious.
“Wow I didn’t realize your hands were really that delicate and incapable,” he tried to match your energy, but an anxious edge remained present.
“I mean,” you searched for your words, “I’ve seen you play Metallica, I know those fingers could surely get this pine scented crap deep into my roots.” You let the suggestive comment linger, nervous after a beat of silence passed.
“If you really need my help,” you heard him shuffling around , “who am I to turn a damsel in distress away?”
You felt your cheeks get rosy and shoulders wiggle with excitement as you caught the shower door jerk open. Your face was towards the shower head, and you only turned a quarter of the way around before Eddie stepped in behind you and those guitar-string-calloused-hands gripped your shoulders and twisted you back towards your view of the water stream.
“I’m gonna make you a deal,” his voice was coated with as much charisma as he could muster, his worries only poking through enough for you to notice, “I’ll give you the full treatment, but you can’t turn around.”
You were willing to play along with about any game he suggested. If he asked you to bend over backwards you’d extend your spine as far as it could go.
You stood with your front as straight towards the shower head as you could, only feeling his presence behind you and his gentle hands lay on your shoulders to assure you wouldn’t turn around.
“Just let me take care of you,” he edged closer, letting you feel his naked body enter your space, his face craning over your shoulder to gauge your reaction, “Just stay like this and let me feel you.”
It was less of a question and more of a plea, the only thing more pathetic sounding was the whimper that slipped out of you when you felt his body press against your back, warm and hesitant to press all the way into you, but close enough for you to feel his skin.
“Okay,” you let your head lull back onto the space between his collar bone and shoulder, keeping your eyes closed, not that you could see anything from this angle anyways, “I’ll stay just like this, promise.”
“I just-“ you could hear his walls come up, suddenly trying to find the words to explain himself to you, “I’m not-“
“Eddie,” you whisper, eyes fluttering open to glance up at him as much as you could, “it’s okay. I’ll stay just like this, I’m just happy to be here with you.”
You gently found his hands resting at your hips and guided them up to your soapy scalp, “We both know the real reason I called you in here anyways,” you joked, and angled your head straight forward so he could run the pads of his fingers all through your 3-in-1 coated hair.
He let out a light chuckle at your joke, nearly feeling it catch in his throat as all the passed time of insecurity and locking his feelings away welled up and shattered with the intimacy of washing your hair. What did he do to deserve having you like this? For you to understand and want him to stay anyways?
As much as his emotions clouded his vision and stunted his breathing, the rush of blood in between his legs broke his internal monologue. As overwhelmed as his mind was, his body couldn’t be convinced to focus on anything other than the sudsy girl pressed up against him, letting out little noises of satisfaction as he let his fingers absentmindedly massage away.
“This’s nice,” you lean back into him a bit, “it’s like masturbating, you know? Always feels better when someone else does it for you.” You didn’t feel too guilty about the sexually charged comment, considering the fat rod that was pushing into your lower back.
He let out a short chuckle, but his breathing was rapidly turning heavy as the air clouded with steam and your wet body rubbed against him, fully arching into his erection as if you wanted to get a better feel.
“Can I wash the rest of you?” his request is polite, but his voice is lust filled and bordering on begging.
You hum in agreement and lift your arms to let him slip his hands around you, one crossing your chest and the other reaching around to get more gel, “It technically is shampoo and body wash, and I was promised the full treatment here.”
As much as you wanted to keep joking with him, finding silly things to comment on to break the tension, your resolve was quickly going down the drain as his big hands lathered you up.
“You’re so beautiful,” his voice is just audible over the rushing of the shower water, “I’ve always thought so, but now I fucking know it.”
His warm breath against your ear manages to cut through the heat of the steam, making you shiver despite it all. “Eddie,” you whine, his hands running up and down your torso, spending more time on your chest than the rest, but surely showering you in as much attention as his hands could reach.
Knowing that tone from earlier, already committing to knowing your body as intimately as you’ll allow him to, he immediately gives in and touches you exactly where you want him most.
Most of the bubbles had dissipated, and he held you close to him, with one hand splayed across the center of your chest and the other dipping down to run two fingers through your now parting legs.
He could feel the slick of your folds, standing out from the water cascading down your body, so warm and wet in a different way.
“Fucking hell,” he groans out, letting his hips roll forwards slightly to find some friction against your backside, sliding his fingers from your hole up to your clit a few experimental times before letting his middle and ring fingers dip into you.
When he had gone to town on you earlier in his van, which somehow felt like a million light years ago, you had taken a keen interest to the way his metal rings brushed up against your inner thighs and lower lips when he slipped his digits into you. As much as you had reveled in that new sensation, he had taken all his jewelry off along with the rest of his clothes and reservations before joining you in the shower. And now you could grind down onto his hand until he was completely buried to the hilt of his knuckles, no demon heads or upside down crosses in your way.
You wanted to wiggle and writhe around, feeling a bit week in the knees and desperate to buck your hips down against his pumping fingers. He pressed your chest tighter against him, lips pressed up against your ear, “I thought you promised to be good and stay still for me.”
He could feel your pussy clench at that, letting out a satisfied chuckle and plunging his fingers right back into your cunt, letting the meat of his palm massage your clit in perfect time.
“S’ this what you wanted,” his voice had the full bodied confidence of a man who didn’t just ask you to not turnaround to see him without a shirt on, “for me to be all sweet and wash your hair, then make you cum on my fingers like the dirty girl I know you are?”
The smallest fraction of you wanted to be a brat and joke back at his silly use of shower innuendo, but your mind was almost entirely committed to the feeling of his hands on you and his dick rutting Into the meat of your ass.
“Eddie,” you could barely squeak his name out, “Eddie, can I touch you too, please? Please?” While his voice had been pleading before, you were literally begging to get your hands on him.
“Like this,” you manage to open your eyes, head still resting against his shoulder and your hand snaking back to where his cock pressed into you, not fully grabbing it but motioning towards it with your hand.
He snatches your wrist up with the hand not occupied with your tightening pussy, and for a second you fear that you had crossed a boundary.
As much as you were willing to comply with not looking, you were bursting at the seams to touch him, make him feel good, show him how much you wanted to be right here with him and nowhere else.
Before your mind could race any further, come to a screeching halt and apologize, he guides your hand up underneath your chin and demands “Spit.”
Your short circuiting brain dashes from his fingers, remaining crooked inside of you, his request, and the tone of voice he used to ask. You were fucked. Drool leaks from your lips before you even have the chance to process his words other than the immediate feeling of oh fuck yes.
He brings your spit coated hand back to reach around, allowing you to wiggle it in between your wet bodies and find his eager cock already arching into your touch.
He only faltered for a moment, the consistent dizzying pace of his fingers inside you stuttered the moment he felt your slick palm take an experimental stroke. The moan he let out was involuntary, along with a breathy “Oh, shit.”
Obviously you couldn’t size him up visually, but the weight of him in your palm was enough to have your mouth watering and thighs squeezing his wrist a bit tighter. Uncut? Maybe? With a pretty patch of curls to match his mop top?
“Just like that, please,” you whine out into the steamy air, the two of you finding a joint rhythm between your hands and subtly rolling hips.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good, so warm and tight for me,” every other word slurred into the curve of your neck.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” you try and match his increasing speed with your hand, “Eddie, please don’t stop, I’m-“
“Shhhh,” he was getting lost in it too, “I’ve got you.”
Your legs turn to jelly, but he keeps you steadily upright with his support on your chest, focusing entirely on you despite the welling orgasm of his own rapidly approaching.
It’s the crack in your voice that pushes him forward, the high pitched breathy moans crumbling and releasing the noises of pleasure from deep within your chest. His name mixed in with ahhhs and uhhhs as if his name is the only word you know in this moment.
“That’s right,” a sense of confidence welled in him as your limp body twitched against his and your cunt squeezed his relentless fingers, “cum all over my hand, doing so good for me.”
Despite your orgasm wracking your brain and body succumbing completely to whatever Eddie was willing to give you, the thought of collapsing into the shower floor never crossed your mind. He held you so close and steady against his chest, it crosses your mind that you may not be putting any weight onto your feet at all by this point.
Rather than catch your breath as you come down from your quaking orgasm, you slip deeper into the throws of pleasure, biting your lip and craning your neck backwards so he can see the fucked out expression on your face. A few more steady, enthusiastic pumps mixed with a desperate kiss, wet and at an awkward angle, breathless and needy, perfect and dizzying, sends Eddie over the edge with you.
The deep rumble of his chest against your back as he groans into your open mouth, encourages you to keep your pace as he gently fucks himself into your hand. He’s spilling into your hand and halting his wiggling fingers buried inside you, letting the momentum that the two of you had built up come to a pulsing end.
The two of you stay tangled in each other for a moment, hands sticky and brows dewy with sweat despite the running water, which had long lost its heat and now settled at a less than comfortable lukewarm. Neither one of you wanted to move. Eddie would have stayed there until his legs cramped and the shower turned ice cold.
His eyes were screwed shut, head tilted back, still holding you close until you wiggled from his iron grip to bring your cum covered fingers up to your lips to suck two of them clean.
“Jesus Christ,” he was thankful that he had opened eyes in enough time to witness that, “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, you know that?”
You let out a mischievous giggle with his cum coated fingers still in your mouth, glancing over your shoulder to catch the look on his face. Equal parts hungry to pick you up and fuck you against the shower wall right now, and melting down to nothing and slipping away down the drain, unable to even start comprehending what had just transpired between you two.
You let your fingers go with a pop and turn back around, “Don’t act like you weren’t going to do the same,” you let the chilling water hit your face, focusing on anything other than turning around and lunging at him, wrapping your body around his and letting your skin melt into his.
He gives into temptation and lets his pruny fingers meet his tongue. He knew what you tasted like from your escapade in his van eaierler, but he’d seize any change he got to take in as much of you as he could.
“That was,” he started, unsure how to sum how he felt, good, great, perfect, none of those words felt correct, “fuck, yeah- that,”
“Me too,” you press your back into his again, “Thank you Eddie.”
Before he can stumble over his words any more, you ask if he’s okay for you to shut the water off, and you ask if he’d be willing to spare some sleep clothes for you to borrow. You curiously stay in the shower while he takes your excuse for him to leave unseen.
After toweling off and slipping into the old t-shirt and boxers he left folded up on the counter for you, you found him already dressed and in bed, set criss cross and packing a bong.
“Post-shower-orgasm smoke, cuddle, then sleep?”
“I’d love nothing more,” you get cozy among the pillows and let the swirling smoke and easy conversation lull you into a comforting half sleep.
An easy energy settled between the two of you, a silent understanding that you weren’t going to ask him questions, and a building comfort that made him almost ready to show you.
You slept tucked into his side, and didn’t even mind his snoring or tossing in the night. Every time he rolled over, your sleeping form just found a new way to mold into him. It was the best he had slept in months.
A steady stream of sunlight blazing directly through the blinds and into your eyes pulled you from your slumber, gorging your groggy eyes to open and crunched up limbs to search for room to stretch. The involuntary fluttering of your eyes and long extension of your libs was far beyond your control.
“Oh!” You whisper out to yourself once your brain manages to catch up with your waking body, realizing the somewhat compromising position the night had thrown you into, your leg hiked up and clinging to Eddie’s waist, with both your arms scrunching up his t-shirt and leaving a strip of stomach exposed.
A negligible, unnoticeable few inches between where his sweatpants hung low on his hips and where your gripping arms had balled up his hole-ridden t-shirt stood before your gaze.
You didn’t mean to stare, and the moment you caught yourself doing so, you quickly and quietly removed your tangled limbs from his and repositioned yourself so that he was half spooning you, eyes facing far away from his unintentionally exposed scar tissue.
You knew it was probably going to be worse than you were expecting. You hadn’t dedicated much thought to what it could be, or what maybe had happened. You just knew it made him feel like he wasn’t worth your time, and you needed to make him feel seen and safe enough to know that that couldn’t be true.
Everyone has insecurities, sure. There are surely parts of yourself you weren’t eager to share with the world, let alone someone you’re romantically interested in. You had moved past being astonished that someone who wore gaudy costume jewelry and sang boisterous music for a bar of twelve patrons with the energy of someone who had sold out Madison Square Garden would ever shrink into their shell the way you had seen Eddie. Now, laying in his bed and knowing that whatever it was, the scars were more than what was on his skin.
“Mfffmmm,” he groans and shifts behind you, wiggling beneath the sheets and snaking his arms to wrap around your waist and pull you close into him, “This is nice.”
His morning voice was scratchy and barely above a whisper.
“I think you just like that my butt is all pressed up on you,” you joke, dodging admiring that you’d rather be here than anywhere in the world in this moment.
“Yeah, I’m not complaining,” he digs his nose into the side of your neck, “But you smell nice too, ’s nice to wake up to.”
“That 3-in-1’s really doing it for ya?”
“No, you do smell like that a little, but more just like yourself. Girl smell.”
“I’ll get started on that perfume line right away. Girl Smell. Might be a million dollar business venture.”
“I just woke up,” the sleep in his voice melted away and his hands running up and down your sides were more deliberate, “Don’t make fun of me. Plus I’ve got a pretty girl in my bed making me all nervous.”
“Anyone with magic fingers like you has nothing to be worried about,” you keep the conversation playful but allow the unspoken truth, that he truly has nothing to worry about with you, be spoken.
“You just like ‘em cuz I washed your hair so well,” he plays with a strand, letting his finger pads dig into your scalp and scratch away, massaging a bit harder after you let out a satisfied groan.
“You must have lots of practice,” you reach an arm back blindly and half smack the side of his shoulder before finding his messy bedhead, staying resolutely facing the poster-covered wall.
“You’ve got really pretty hair for a boy,” you let your finger wrap around a curl.
“For a boy?! Excuse me, I have pretty hair period.”
“Yeah, suppose that’s true” you giggle at his joking defensiveness, “It’s incredible that it’s this nice considering you use the same thing to condition your hair as you do to wash your balls.”
“If you show me what kind of shower products you like I’ll replace the three in one,” he nuzzles his face into the hand playing with your hair, “but maybe the three in one is what’s keeping it so luscious.”
“I wanna wash your hair next time,” you say absentmindedly, meaning it wholeheartedly, with little anxiety after that you had implied a next time.
“Yeah maybe next time,” his voice trailed off, still soft and flirty but edging on a tone that let you know this conversation was just about over.
“Eddie,” it came out as hardly more than a whisper. You wait for him to respond but the gravity of the silence between you quickly became unbearable and you needed to break whatever tension this was.
“I meant it yesterday when I said I wanted to go on more dates with you. You know that right?”
“Mhmm” he mumbles into your shoulder, still holding you against him.
“We have a lot of fun at the bar and stuff,” you search to find your words, “But I want you to know that I don’t just like you cuz you make me laugh and have magic guitar fingers. I like pretty much everything about you so far, and I want to know you more if you’ll let me.”
Your voice wavers, and your message is perhaps more vague than you would have liked, but the deep exhale he lets out conveys that he hears you loud and clear.
“I know I’ve been…” he starts, “It’s just that I…”
“It’s okay Eddie,” you flip around, rolling so that your chests are pressed together and noses are almost touching, “I don’t want to push it. You can tell me when you’re ready, I just want you to know that I like you a whole lot and I don’t think there’s much that could change that right now.”
His eyelashes flutter shut, forehead touching yours, “Thank you.”
“Unless you have a huge chest tattoo of something wildly offensive, or like a tramp stamp that says ‘I heart Ronald Regan.” He appreciates your natural ability to make him laugh even in situations like this.
“Nah,” he pulls back and gives you a serious look, “Fuck Ronald Regan.”
The two of you burst into a fit of giggles, rolling deeper into the sheets and settling into a comfortable cuddle again, with your head on his chest, face angled up to his and legs all tangled up.
Coming down from the beginnings of the conversation that had been lingering above both of your heads, you place a few reassuring kisses up his jaw and find your way up to his parted lips.
“Mmmm,” he hums into the deepening kiss to signal you to stop, “I probably have mega morning breath,” he huffs into a cupped hand which makes you laugh and flop your head back into his chest.
“It’s okay, if you do then I do too and didn’t notice,” you peek back up at him, “But if you want to brush teeth and get your day started I won’t stop you.”
“No, no,” he grabs your cheeks and pulls you back up for a smushed kiss, “I wanna stay here all day with you, if you’ll let me. Our second date, we can order a pizza and watch movies here, won’t even have to put pants on.”
“That sounds really nice, I don’t have work today so I’m all yours.”
“All mine,” his grin reaches the apples of his cheeks, “I will go brush my teeth though, cuz I think this second date involves a lot of kissing.”
“Got a spare I could use?” you shuffle out of bed before situating yourself on the edge of the bed, “Or do you brush with three in one too?”
“Oh my god,” he chuckles, “you with the three in one. After today I promise there will be three separate shower products stocked and ready for your use.”
He manages to find a spare toothbrush in the closet and keeps you wrapped in his arms while both of you take turns spitting into the sink. Looking at the two of you, eyes still crusty from sleep, in the scratched up bathroom mirror, a weird sense of domesticity washes over the two of you.
Eddie realizes that less than 48 hours ago he was too nervous to make a move to kiss you, and now he was already thinking about making room for your toiletries in his bathroom.
As comforting and easy it was to do normal everyday things with you at his side, he couldn’t help but notice your nipples poking through his oversized t-shirt you slept in and the way your toothpaste full mouth was framed by your perfect, spit slicked lips.
“You got a spit kink or something?” You half joke, pressing your ass into the growing rod you could feel nudging against your side.
“Sue me,” he spits and wipes the corners of his mouth, pulling you by the waist into a minty kiss. “Bed? All day?”
“Mhmm,” you agree and lean in to kiss him again, standing on your toes and letting out a shriek of surprise when he scoops you up bridal style and travels the short distance to his bedroom.
“Eddie!” You yelp out as he gently tosses you back into the pile of sheets.
“I know I’m no Hulk Hogan, but moving guitar amps is pretty good strength and conditioning.”
“Shut up, you never help your friends carry the equipment.” You think of all the times you watched his poor bandmates lug their equipment after a show while he seamlessly flirted with you.
“Not when you’re around, you’ve got me there.”
As promised the two of you laze around all morning, bowls of cereal in bed and a bowl of weed to accompany it, switching between fits of giggles and tangled in the sheets while a B horror movie plays on the little TV set propped up near the end of Eddie’s bed.
He tells you about how he used to live with his Uncle in a trailer down the street until he saved up enough to start renting his own, the three attempts to finish high school and the relief when the local mechanic shop hired him despite his reputation around town as a satan worshiper. He talks a bit about his friends, some who’ve stayed in town and others who’ve long moved away.
You listen attently, taking in every spared detail. In return he asks you about where you’re from, why the hell you had moved to a bumfuck town in Indiana to be a bartender. He assures you that you wouldn’t have liked him if you had known each other in high school and you laugh and tell him you were far from popular yourself.
After inhaling a large pizza and running out of VHS tapes you demand a “post pizza bloated cuddle” to which he happily obliges.
“Wish we could do this every day,” he pulls you into him.
“Then we’d need a much bigger movie selection, and maybe body doubles to go do our jobs,” you don’t disagree, although lazy and uneventful the day felt perfect.
“Don’t wanna go to work tomorrow,” he whines, holding you a little tighter.
“Me either, but we can’t be in this lazy cuddle bubble forever,” his hands came up to massage and scratch your scalp, which he now knew you loved, “but next time we’re both free maybe we can have that third date.”
“If I remember correctly, date three is when I finally get to kiss you,” he jokingly smooches behind your ear and down your neck.
“Only if you behave,” you reply sarcastically, “you’ve been such a gentleman lately, but you’ve been pushing it mister.”
“I’ve never been accused of being a gentleman before,” his voice trails off as he buries his nose into your neck, “Will you let me be a gentleman now, make you feel good?” His tone was suddenly dripping with lust, sending a rush of arousal through your already so-relaxed body.
“Mhmm,” you agree and let your body mold back into his a bit more, pressing yourself against him and letting his hands start to wander.
You arch your neck around from your spooning position and search for his lips, your kiss starting out gentle but not staying that way for very long.
“You’re just somethin’ else,” he breathes out in between heated kisses, his eyes big and round, earnest, making your heart swell.
“Can I make you feel good too?” you roll your hips into his erection, your breath catching in your throat when you feel it pulsing under his boxers and pressing into the space between your legs.
You flip around to straddle him, not hiding your intention to grind yourself down onto his covered cock, moans from both of you interrupting the hungry exchange of tongues and lips.
A shaky breath grabs your attention and he finds the air to exhale out, “Can I fuck you?”
You bring your hands to his cheeks to pull him into a deep kiss, continuing to rock your hips against him, giving him words as well you mumble a “Fuck yes, please, please Eddie.”
He finds the hem of your shirt and slips it over your shoulders, the momentary break in kissing makes you whine. He immediately makes it up to you by paying delightful attention to your exposed chest, leaving sloppy wet kisses on every inch of skin he had access to, “fuck”s and “so perfect” breaking them up.
You instinctively reach down in between the two of you to take his hard cock into your hand, still pressing your core against it, but taking the rest into your hand to stroke him over his boxers, the choked out moan that escapes him is the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard.
You’re losing yourself in the feeling of his weight in your palm, sitting up to see his gorgeous fucked out expression, pinched eyebrows and flushed cheeks.
He swore he’d died and gone to heaven, despite all his sins, with you above him, lip tucked in between your grinning teeth as you rubbed up on him. Fuck, there was no going back after this.
You lean down to resume making out for a moment, missing the feeling of his nose pressed into the side of yours and his too-perfect eyelashes brushing the tops of your cheeks.
“We can, um-“ you catch your breath, hips stuttering as you find your words, “I can turn around. Or we can make a blindfold or something.”
His heart swelled at the thought that amidst fucking yourself against his lap you still had the courtesy to think of his comfort, his obvious insecurity, the elephant in the room that he was so desperately trying to shoo away.
“I want you,” his voice strangely steady, “and I’ll let you have me, no stipulations.”
You nod with a “Please.”
“Only because, I plan on fucking you every chance I get,” his tone makes you clench your thighs, “So we might as well rip this bandaid off now, because if you’re going to be my girlfriend I don’t want you worrying that I’m hiding something from you.”
He flips you over so you’re now laying beneath him, eyes still glassy with lust and mind swirling with the words he’s just let out.
“I’m gonna take off my shirt now, and I don’t want you to pretend like everything is fine, or that you don’t notice anything, because that’ll be a thousand times worse, okay? I know it’s bad. It doesn’t hurt or anything, but I know it’s not easy to look at.”
With that he pull this black t-shirt off by the back neck collar, and bares his soul to you. You can tell he’s examining your face for a reaction, very carefully managing your facial expressions for his benefit.
He was right, it wasn’t easy to look at. Only because it made you wonder what horrible thing had happened to leave half of his torso, hip, thigh, and what you could only assume traveled onto his back as well, left entirely torn away and scarred.
“And-“ he cut off your wandering eyes with his words, “Don’t ask what happened. I’ll tell you eventually I just- We can’t have that discussion if we’re about to have sex.”
You nodded with understanding, you knew better than to ask.
You think that your snooping and seed of knowledge helped hide some of your shock, his comment about missing a nipple dampening your realization that he was telling the truth, the scar tissue running so deep that his entire pec was covered in a jagged pink , slightly mishapen scar tissue, and leaving his opposite nipple to stand alone on his chest.
The one thing that did leave you in a bit of shock was half of a tattoo on his hip that abruptly ended where the scar tissue started. Some sort of zombie head, the black ink lines all coming to a halt when’re his skin had been injured.
You let a tentative hand come up, fearing he’ll flinch away, but he doesn’t. You touch his chest, feeling the textural difference as you let your palm run across his chest and down to his hip.
“You know, I still think you’re super hot, right?” You try to assure him, but he only lets out a dry chuckle.
“I mean it,” you sit up a bit, pulling your hand from its exploration of his skin and bringing it to your own chest, using three fingers to cover your left nipple, “you’d still like me, right?”
The softness in his face almost made you jump up to wrap him into a hug, you wanted him to know that everything was okay and he was safe with you, whatever happened was in the past and he didn’t have to worry. Although the moment was emotionally charged, neither of you could ignore the fact that you were both ravenously horny for each other.
“I’m sorry you felt like you had to hide this from me,” you pull his face down to yours, “but I’m glad you showed me, because I’m so fucking ready for you to ruin me.”
He lurches forward and lets his body weight collapse down onto you, your legs widening to wrap around his hips, arm and legs locking him against you.
Feeling his bare chest pressed against yours, lips on your neck and hips rutting into your spread legs, has your head spinning.
“Please Eddie,” you whine, “let me feel you.”
Without missing a beat he shoves the waistband of his boxers down just enough to reach his thighs, hard dick springing free in the little space in between you, and he snatches your wrist and shoves it in between your bodies without unlatching his lips from your collar bone.
“Oh fuck,” you couldn’t see what you were grasping, just like in the shower, but you didn’t dare push him off of you to catch a glimpse. He was all over you, hands tangled in your hair, groans and whimpers hardly making their way out in between the wet sloppy kisses he spread across your neck and chest.
He slips a hand down your body, gracing your ribcage with his fingertips, a stark contrast to how they suddenly part your lips and rub the pool of slick from your hole up to your clit.
“So wet, this for me?” He quirks and eyebrow and sinks a digit into you, causing your mouth to open and hips to wiggle up to ask for more.
“Yes ’s for you,” you breathe out, wanting to give him some pushback, wipe the smug look off his face, but not finding an ounce of courage to do so. You just let your head lull back and eyelids flutter shut as he curls his fingers perfectly inside you. “All for you.”
You use your free hand to push your underwear as far down your hips as this position will allow, not wanting to shift your focus from the feeling of him on your lips, his pulsing cock in your hand.
“Need you,” you gasp out, partially at the feeling of his knuckle deep fingers buried inside of you, and equally the fucked out look on his face looming over yours, eyes blown wide and mouth parted on the verge of begging for more, “Eddie, need you to fuck me, please.”
He sits up and removes his fingers from you, earning a wince and a whine. He helps crunch your legs up to remove your panties, leaving your legs raised and crossed over one of his shoulders. He takes a moment to kiss your ankle and tenderly run his hands down the length of your leg. He took the moment to take off his own boxers, leaving you both bare in front of each other for the first time.
“You’ve got a pretty cock,” you complement him earnestly, it was pretty. He gave you a halfhearted scoff and an eyeball in return. “No Eds, I mean it. It’s big too, good thing you got me ready with your fingers. That and I’ve been soaking wet for you for like 48 hours now, so it shouldn’t be a problem,” you giggle. His shy smile tells you he’s willing to take the compliment.
You let your legs fall from their perch on his shoulder and fall to either side of his hips, opening yourself up to him. He’s staring, mouth half agape. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but to have you laid out like this before him, fully ready to give yourself over to him and wanting him wholly in return, how couldn’t he stare.
You let your hand stroke up his cock, bringing his attention back to where the two of you nearly met. You angle him closer to you, you’re slowly pumping fist brushing against your own center. He snaps out of his trance and nudges your hand away, using his own grip to tap his thick cock against your opening.
Tap, tap tap. His head meets your slick folds, hips jerking slightly with every tap.
“Don’t tease me Eds,” you push your hips forward and are only met with him rubbing his dick into the outside of your pussy, “want you inside, need it so bad.”
He want’s to be a bother and continue his teasing, watching your writhe and squirm, but he can’t find it in him to deny you, so he presses the tip in and gauges your face for a reaction, only finding babbling bliss and pleas for more.
He’s sinking into you at an agonizing pace, craning down from his kneeling position above you to frame your head with bent arms and his lips on yours as you moan into each other’s mouths, him filling you more and more.
Your hands are in his hair, keeping your foreheads anchored together, breathing in tandem. He finally sinks all the way down and you can feel it in your lungs. You wrap your ankles around his back and squeeze him into you tighter, not wanting him to move just yet, wanting to just feel how deep he filled you up for the first time.
He lets out a shaky exhale and squeezes his eyes shut, “You were fuckin’ made for me,” he punctuates this with a subtle roll forward of his hips, lips falling into yours as if they had nowhere else to go.
You let your legs fall back, unclasping his hips, and move your hands from his wild hair down to his thighs, pushing him to start fucking you.
“Feel’s so fucking good,” you whisper into his mouth, your hands hardly assisting him anymore as he pumps in and out of your slick cunt, almost knocking the air out of you each time.
He grabs your chin with the hand that’s not propping himself up, “look at me,” his pace doesn’t falter and your mind nearly turns to mush, “you’re mine now, yeah?”
“Yes Eddie,” it comes out as a broken sob, your eyes barely able to focus on him with how close he was, “all yours, only yours.” Your mind had barely made the decision to say the words before they had escaped your lips, a dumbfounded truth serum setting over you in your cock drunk state.
You knew it to be true though, there was no going back after this, and you were willing to give yourself over fully, and accept anything he would give you.
“Ahh, fuck” you let out after a particularly harsh thrust, fists now dripping the sheets beneath you.
“So fucking good for me,” his hands now found purchase on your hips, setting a rhythm between you that only a musician could.
Through glassy eyes you admire him. Curly bangs stuck to his forehead, frantically thrusting torso making his tattoos look like stop motion cartoons, and through it all the scars are hardly noticeable. If anything, they’re just another part of him, the person between your legs that you found incredibly sexy, insecurities and all.
His perfect hands slid from your hips to your shoulders, now using the weight of your torso as leverage to fuck into you harder. His eyes bore into yours, searching for eye contact and finding your reassuring gaze that told him this was everything you wanted and more.
“Yes, yes, oh fuck,” you babble out. His little grunts and whimpers send volts of electricity to your core and fog your mind with lust and desire.
He moves a hand down to meet your center, palm splaying across your abdomen and keeping you pinned to the bed, thumb methodically catching your clit with each thrust. He didn’t have to ask if it felt good, the rolling back of your eyes and mouth so wide he could see your molars were enough of an indication that he was headed in the right direction.
“Mhmmmm,” you could hardly form words, but smiled up through your fucked out gaze at him, wide beam and lust fulled eyes telling him that he couldn’t possibly be making you feel any better than you do right now.
He leans back a bit, balancing himself on his thighs keeping his pace, thumb on your clit and eyes locked into yours. Through a groan he brings his unoccupied hand up to his face, biting down on the knuckle of his pointer finger, trying not to blow his load at the feeling of you squeezing around him.
Of course, this only made him look hotter to you, and thus you flexed around his cock even tighter.
Unexpectedly, he pulls out of you completely and before you can muster up the breath to complain, he’s dipped his lapping tongue against you. He fully buries himself into your cunt, cutting off the rhythm, of his cock with the somehow perfectly timed pulsing of his hungry tongue.
You can’t help but cry out, arch your hips, and send a hand flying to his hair to ground yourself. Through frantic panting and wet slurping sounds you think you can make out a “just had to taste you.”
Completely breathless, you can hardly conjure a response before he’s plunging into you again, fucking into you deeply and capturing your parted lips into a passionate kiss.
Something takes over you, and you’re suddenly wrapping your legs around his hips and using some found momentum to flip the two of your over. Suddenly, you’re on top of him, his curls splayed around his pretty face and body laid flat beneath you.
Before you had a moment to question yourself, you anchor your hands onto his shoulders and try your best to pick up the pace he had set earlier. Hips rolling and wet slapping sounds coming from between you.
“Jesus- fuck,” he stuttered in his movements, unsure if he wanted his hands on your face or your tits or your hips or… they landed on your ass and he wouldn’t argue with his first instincts.
“Eddie, I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” your words were breathy and mixed with lustful gasps, “always wanted to have you like this.”
“We could have done this a long time ago, huh?” He tries not to think about all the time wasted, and instead fantasies about all the making up for lost time you’ll do in the near future.
“You were always giving me those eyes while you played with your band,” you looked angelic to him, face hovering above him, framed only be the poor overhead lighting and flickering VHS menu of the last film you’d finished, “I always wanted you, just wasn’t sure you wanted me like this too.”
Your statement was simple enough, but he knew what you meant. You wanted him more than a fuck, and that’s what he had been worried about all along. Now, to have you sunk down on his cock like this, telling him that you had been scared in the same way as he had, only made him roll his hops up into you and pull your cheeks down for a sloppy kiss to seal the deal. You were finally on the same page.
Switching from a bounce of your hips, you lean back slowly and shift to more of a roll, keeping his cock buried deep inside of you while you gyrate your hips. Your arm extends back in between his spread legs to keep you stable, your torso finding its own rhythm in the midst of pleasure and fucking yourself onto his cock.
“So fucking perfect,” he gasps out, hardly able to take in the sight of your body writhing and rolling above him. He manages to find bait of sense in his brain and brings his hand back to your lower stomach, thumb flicking over your clit with every thrust of your hips.
“Oh,eddieohmygosh,” it came out as one breathy syllable, “pleasedon’tstopthat.”
He gently fucks himself up into you, matching your movements and not throwing you off of the sinful rhythm you’ve set, just managing too punctuate each bounce with the raise of his hips into yours and the increased pressure of his thumb on your clit.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he loves the way each breathy word out of your lips is matched with the beautiful bounce of your tits, “Eddie, you’re gonna-“
He doesn’t change a thing, the pressure on your clit, the arch of his hips, he would sooner die than rob you of pleasure or ruin this moment. Every moment he get’s to look at you, he thinks it’s the most beautiful you’ve ever looked, but he knows for sure that this one takes the cake.
“Ahhh, I’m-“ you don’t have to finish your statement for him to know you’re cumming on his cock, the pulsing squeeze of your walls and intense concentration from him not to bust on the spot, and rather to focus on the parting of your lips and the twitching of your hips on his.
“That’s it,” he keeps his thumb on your clit, but lets up on the pressure as soon as he feels you jerk against him, “that’s my girl.”
You lurch down and wrangle him into a kiss, only wanting to feel his lips on yours as you come down from your orgasm. You’re still slowly rolling your hips against his, but focused more on the feeling of his cheeks under your palms and his lips on yours.
“You okay?” He asks in between tongue tied kisses.
“Yes, perfect, thank you,” you arch your back into him a bit, “ready for more.”
Although you were fully prepared to bounce on his cock until he came, you were pleasantly surprised when his large hands surrounded your waist and hoisted you up off the bed. He wanted to try and keep his cock inside you, but accepted defeat as he managed to situate on the edge of the bed.
He shifted around you and situated himself in between your legs. You laid out, everything below the knees hanging off the edge of his hand-me-down mattress. He stood above you and lowered himself to land a few wet kisses on your breasts, his hard cock pressing into your needy center.
He jerked you up by the underside of your knees, pressing your thighs into your chest and sinking down into your open pussy, causing a deep groan to emit from both of you.
Here he was, scars and all, standing above you and thrusting into you as if it was the last thing he would ever do, and he looked like an angel to you.
More thoughtful than you may have initially given him credit for, his thumb finds your clit again and he politely, yet breathlessly asks, “Can you come again for me, pretty girl?”
How could you say no to that. You dumbly nod and throw your head back against the sheets, your hands balled up at your sides as he thrusted into you, grunting and moaning your name.
“So fucking good Eddie,” you manage to squeak out, “You make me feel so fucking good.”
“Ah fuck, yeah, yes,” his voice nearly jumped an octive, signaling his release. “Where should I-“ he began to ask.
“Inside,” it came out as two syllables in-between breaths, “It’s okay you can come-“
“Fuuuuuck,” a strangled moan and a collapse of his arms, along with the delicious pulse of his cock inside you signaled his release.
Before you could eve catch your breath, regain consciousness of the situation, he was reeling back and replacing his softening cock with two fingers. He latched his lips to your clit and began to suck in time with his finger’s replication of his cock’s earlier movements.
“Oh my god,” you were truly taken aback, his face buried in your cunt and setting you back on track to your building orgasm.
It didn’t take more than a minute and a half of him slurping your mixed releases from your cunt and bullying your g-spot with those damn magic fingers to send you hurdling towards orgasm number two, shaking and crying out his name.
It wasn’t until your legs were truly shaking and your hand was searching for his forehead to push him away from overstimulation that he finally let up and let up of your pussy with a wet pop and a smug look.
“You come?” He asks again, just as he had in the back of his van.
You don’t have the energy to respond, only roll your eyes and flip him the bird as you flop back down onto his bedsheets.
He managed to get you a warm rag and a cold glass of water, stroking your har and asking if you felt alright.
“Feel perfect Eddie,” you say after a long gulp, “you took such good care of me, you always do.”
He stroked your hair and positioned the two of you back comfortably beneath his sheets. “Thank you,” he starts, but you cut him off with a kiss.
“No, thank you,” you kiss him again, “for trusting me.” The look in your eyes could nearly make him melt. “You’re really something special Eddie, I mean it.”
“Special enough for a fourth date?”
You smack his chest and bury your head into his neck. “I don’t think we have to count dates if I’m your girlfriend now…”
Those dimples you adore perk up on his cheeks, and he bear hugs you, scarred chest and all.
“What time should I set the alarm for tomorrow?” He asks with a sorrow in his voice.
“How about never,” you roll over to trample him with another kiss, smothering his body in yours, knowing you’d be luck enough to have many moments like this soon to come.
A/N: I'm sorry I have long lost the tracking of a taglist (crying emoji) don't want to bother anyone who asked to be added the last time I wrote a pic ten thousand years ago, so I hope this reaches everyone it needs to <3
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what: period cdrama // 40 eps, roughly 55 mins each
where: youku (you can also dl the app) // youtube // coming up soon on viki (usual disclaimer that i do not use eng subs so i don’t speak to the quality of subs)
why: do you love watching a poor little meow-meow get tortured in a variety of ways before he decides to go fuck it, i’ll be a demon lord and kill everyone who wronged me?? do you like enemies to fated to kill you lovers??? do you enjoy PAIN AND SUFFERING??? this is the show for you
meet tantai jin, the cdrama fandom’s newest obsession
cursed prince of the Jing kingdom who was sent as a hostage to a neighbouring kingdom. he’s been unloved and bullied all his life - think, discarded and left to die by his own father, kicked around by servants, begging for scraps of food, abandoned and slowly betrayed by everyone around him... it’s NOT GOOD buddies, you will watch his life unfold and you will become attached and want to let him do whatever the fuck he wants
surprise surprise this sad pathetic man will one day become
THE demon lord who destroys all of humanity etc etc. look at this wardrobe upgrade??? amazing. beautiful. bad for humanity but great for him. good job, bud, you did well.
ANYWAY this show opens with demon lord tantai jin (affectionate) going on his lil’ murder spree (understandable). the fate of humanity as we know it to be rests on the shoulders of one li susu
to defeat tantai jin, she will transmigrate to the past into the body of ye xiwu (tantai jin’s evil wife who whips him every night (not in the fun way sorry buds) and tortures/bullies him for because it pleases her) to try to kill him while he’s weak, before he turns evil and amasses power. this is for the good of humanity!!! but also he’s truly so pathetic in the past that she can’t quite seem to put her heart into it (there’s also this whole finding his evil bone and getting rid of that before she can kill him problem but HMMM) and decides that?? maybe if she shows him some care and love??? she’ll subvert his murdermurdermurder tendencies????
this is the gist of the show!! there are a few arcs that we go through like all good xianxia cdramas, so we get to see them live through a few different lives (think: ten miles of peach blossom, pillow book etc etc), and every single dynamic between them is SO GOOD!!!!! we have spicy enemies to lovers!! cutesy arranged marriage between strangers to lovers (who don’t communicate enough for them to be happy)!!! star-crossed lovers fated to kill one another!!!
the show is so goddamn pretty!! the aesthetics!!! the cgi!!!! the costumes ohmygod, i have never wanted to buy so many headdresses before
LOOK AT THIS!!! HOW PRETTY WAS THIS!!!!
he’s got this whole demon look LOCKED IN who else does it as well as my boy tantai jin
this show is very PRETTY but make no mistake there will be a lot of angst!!! that’s part of what makes it so good!! luo yunxi does Tortured, Feral and Deranged™ SO WELL i weep every time i see him on screen, i have truly not been Okay since this show started airing, buddies please join me in till the end of the moon hell, you will not regret it, promise 😇✨
⚠❗ few post-finale thoughts so y’all go into it with full disclosure (and can’t yell at me for inflicting pain on y’all, just know what i am also Suffering™) - stop reading from here if you want no spoilers for the show at all.
trigger warning: there is some dubcon in ep 14 (stretches between approx. the 25:00-27:25 min mark) between ming ye and sang jiu
we were all hoping for a happy ending, but this ends on a bad-open scale, depending on how you look at it. @minmoyu has helpfully directed me to a happy audio-epilogue which was apparently shot but didn’t make its way into the episode?? we still dk if the footage will be released as an extra?? we can all form a prayer circle and HOPE i guess
the plot is HMM the further to the end we get, probably because they had to cut the eps down, so it’s a little choppy, esp the last few scenes??? idk idk. it’s a bit exhausting to watch towards the end, because you root for ttj so so much and he tries so so hard and SIGH. i need another few working days to digest this, i’m still a bit :/ about the ending
would i still rec the show, post-watch? yes! this show starts off really solid, and luo yunxi carried the show throughout. like. y’all thought lyx was good in ashes of love?? watch him in this. every single micro-expression was flawless. bai lu’s acting is always so dependable, and it’s the same with this show!
this show has an a+++ ost (i mean it’s got the king and queen of cdrama osts liu yuning and zhang bichen, literally how could this be bad)!! and CERTAIN side characters are so so good (pian ran my baby girl, ye qingyu who grows on you, decidedly NOT bingchang/tian huan/mo nv although i will concede that chen duling’s acting in this show was Incredible).
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soft launch — mason mount insta!au
A/N: just tried to do something funny and cute whilst i’m still writing the next fic. i’ve never done this before 🫣 but im quite proud with the result. hope y’all enjoy it xx
pairing: mason x fem!reader | masterlist
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masonmount nice sunny day with… summer 😎
username my beautiful boy
⤷ username our* beautiful boy lol
benchilwell missing my favourite mount already… summ should visit uncle ben
username who took these?
⤷ username someone from his family?
⤷ username just what i thought but according to jazs stories he took summer on his own
⤷ username can we just appreciate the pics? god he was missing for days and you’re losing your mind over something so simple, it could’ve been anyone walking around the park
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yourusername my little aesthetic perfect day
username the life i wish i had
yourbestieuser girlll those are some flowers uh?
⤷ yourusername 🤫
benchilwell sushiii
⤷ username hello????
⤷ username ariana what are u doing here
⤷ yourusername rhymes with benjii
username why ben and mason just started following her?
⤷ username bc they want to?
⤷ liked by yourusername
username im so lost, she is ben’s gf?
⤷ username if’s not, he’s losing
⤷ username right??? i loved her account
masonmount
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masonmount thank you all for the birthday wishes 🤍
username happy birthday baby 🫶🏻
username the pink phone case? im not blind sir
⤷ username RIGHT? SHOW US HER RN!!!!
benchilwell bit sad you didn’t invited me to birthday breakfast but wish you a happy life anyways 🙄
⤷ masonmount yk i love you
⤷ benchilwell yea yea just teasing, i do respect others’ dates
⤷ username so he was on a date?
⤷ username tells us the name benjamin and ill k1ll her
⤷ username bitch show our future mother some respect
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yourusername happy birthday mase 🥳
⤷ username ohhh is she the ben’s girl y’all talking about?
⤷ username i don’t think so, they seem to be just friends
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⤷ masonmount 🥹 thank you
username what a fluffy cake 🥺 i wonder who made it
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yourusername nice week
yourbestieuser my breakfast presence was replaced lol
⤷ masonmount you and ben need to stop complaining
⤷ yourusername i think we should invite them to the next one and they can be distracted with each other
⤷ username and i think you should stop dropping things like this and give us a real confirmation
⤷ username they can’t bc they’re not together lol
yourbestieuser but i love to see you receiving what you deserve my baby 🫶🏻 flowers and coffee and attention that’s all i ever wanted for you
⤷ yourusername ily so much 😫
benchilwell oh i know that hand
⤷ username is it yours?
⤷ benchilwell idk, it is?
username IS THAT MASOJ HAND I KNOW HIS HAND OMG
⤷ username IS DEF MASON FCK
⤷ username feels like seeing my baby getting older 🫠
username shit mason is lucky
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benchilwell holidays with my favourite people
username bfr are you soft launching her?
⤷ benchilwell jesus can you guys relax she’s my friend you’re paying attention to the wrong guy
⤷ username BENJAMIN WHAT DO YOU MEAN
⤷ username OMG SO MASE IS SOFT LAUNCHING HER
⤷ username isn’t that obvs? but y’all are pretending you don’t see it so your boy is still single
masonmount take your hands off of her 😠
⤷ username WHOS HER
⤷ benchilwell jealous mate? 🥱
username anyone knows her @?
⤷ username it’s yourusername
⤷ username ohhh she’s so pretty, mason is a lucky guy
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masonmount revenge
⤷ benchilwell MASON MOUNT
yourusername cute
⤷ masonmount don’t play with me i’ll take revenge on you too
⤷ username wait i just- ?
⤷ username yeah girl they def something
declanrice lol what he did to you
⤷ masonmount he couldn’t find a girl to love him so he’s trying to take his friends’
⤷ benchilwell LIAR I WOULD NEVER
⤷ declanrice well that’s not what i’ve heard mase
⤷ benchilwell SHUT UP DECLAN
⤷ masonmount YOURE KEEPING SECRETS FROM ME????
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masonmount partying with the enemy
maxverstappen you’re so judas coded
⤷ masonmount you know i love you more
⤷ landonorris so you love him more?
⤷ masonmount idk go ask sainz
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benchilwell it’s funny tho she’s always pissed with the results and you wanting cuddles
⤷ masonmount BENJAMIN SHUT UP
⤷ benchilwell no? you posted my sleepy pics
username who’s the girl???
⤷ username i think it’s @/yourusername
username at least she has taste,, forza ferrari 😋
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yourusername sun, bae and his favourite ice cream or he would stay the entire trip with the biggest pout the world has ever seen
masonmount your words don’t match with the hot man in the last pic
⤷ benchilwell funny tho, i don’t see any pics of me
⤷ masonmount that’s bc you’re ugly
username WAIT SHE FINALLY POSTED HIM
username THE LAST PIC???!!!! oh jesus he’s so hot
⤷ masonmount thank you
⤷ yourusername right?! ik
yourbestieuser oh girl you’re so so pretty 🥺 my baby
⤷ masonmount and mine
⤷ yourbestieuser not sure about this tho
username damn girl you’re hot
⤷ yourusername thanksss ☺️
⤷ masonmount if you like ur balls delete it
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masonmount happy valentine’s day, baby girl
yourbestieuser FINALLY OMG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AGES
benchilwell thank god they’ll stop asking me if im dating
⤷ username so you’re single? 😏
benchilwell happy for you my cute pies
⤷ yourusername when you’ll get a gf tho?
⤷ masonmount well i heard something…
⤷ benchilwell keep your mouth shut
yourusername ily ☹️
⤷ username MOM
⤷ username you better give us boyfriend content
⤷ masonmount ilym ☹️
⤷ declanrice jesus you two make me sick of my stomach
declanrice my babiessss
⤷ yourusername we love you too
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YANDERENERD!MIGUEL
YANDERENERD!miguel headcanons: More about his character (I don’t fucking know 🤷♀️)
Warning: Fluffish??Yandere stuff,killing,Etc idk,cock mentioning?
Author note: I had this in my draft and decided to finish this and serve y’all some food for being so busy,and quite frankly liked making this.AND YEAAA omg but I’m just going to get off topic here but the tyler the creator concert LOOKED SO AMAZING,like i was so sad I couldn’t go to the concert,but I WATCH IT‼️‼️HE JUST SO talented 🔥🗣️ anyway I hope y’all enjoy this.
Yanderenerd!miguel-who’s act normal In front of you.He is really sweet towards you and get whatever that you like,even if you haven’t told him that you liked that or these sweet.
Yanderenerd!miguel-who loves hearing about your day,everything about you he loves,your his little obsession.And he won’t ever get old of it.He loves hearing more information about yourself as an person.He will keep it as a memory for you.
Yanderenerd!miguel- who can’t stop thinking about you,especially in the holidays when you can’t go hang out with him.So he just stalks you and wherever your heading,Not that he wants to make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe,he just has to make sure that you’re still single for him,So he could have you,to be the only one to see you,to be the only one that beautiful smile everyday,to be the only one who can see you when not wearing any clothes.He wants to that person,he needed to be your everything,even if he had to kill some people in order for it.
Yanderenerd!miguel-who knows how to lift you up whenever your feeling down,he would pull you into a warm embrace,and let you nuzzle his neck he enjoys the feeling of you doing that to him while he rubs your back in soft motions with his rough colossal hands.Telling you in sweet words that you can do this,praising you.He enjoys the feeling how your breathing feels against his tough chest.
Yanderenerd!miguel - who’s look like a lost puppy in your eyes and whenever he around you.but the moment it someone try’s to get your attention or interrupts his little conversation.He would physically try not to show an vein;Even when some fucking person grab your attention from you.He will stand still and wait for them to go away,he eyes would twitch from how annoyed he is that how some fuck interrupted their conversation.He would clench his fist so hard and tightly to the point it white.Glaring that the person,sending them cold murderous glares.But the second you turn back to him,he would switch sides so quick.Showing his calm and gentle demeanor towards you,smiling softly at how much an size differences between you and him.Completely ignoring the person who still there.
Yanderenerd!miguel- just because he’s slightly built,when I mean slightly built it means that he isn’t completely jacked with his muscles like his original character,but his definitely has his biceps and thighs and shoulders doesn’t mean that he can’t beat the crap out of someone else.He is more then capable to kill somebody and know how to handle the situation,and not getting caught.The thing he hates is having to share his favorite toys as an little boy,and even now he doesn’t like the idea of having to share or even worst give away his precious toy away.
Yanderenerd!miguel-wouldn’t hesitate to kill them on spot after school.of course when it the time is right with no mercy.and I fell like Miguel would love you to pat his head even if it was a joke,he practically craves for your touch.He loves when you surprise him with little physical affection to him;like hugs,kiss on the cheeks playfully punching his chest,shoulders,or even when you pat him in the back he remembers the way your hands touch his skin,body yanderenerd!miguel loves it.He too sweet and kind (only to you)sometimes an making sarcastic mock toward you.You got an bit more close to him.Letting him relax with you in your own apartment as an sleepover,or just an to have an nice time with him.Letting in your own cave;He couldn’t help but get hard by the way your apartment smelled just like your sent.
Sweet,Calming,Fun,Addictive,and just so delicious to drink up.The more he thought about it made his cock throb in his pants,tightening his pants more.He would definitely take it to remember for later when he alone.Just being there in your own apartment was like god testing him for how long can he keep his composure towards you.But he doesn’t do anything.And just enjoys his time with you.
Yanderenerd!miguel-would absolutely love to goes out with you even it meant bringing your whole girly group he loves it honestly,the way you smile at him for wearing some of your hello kitty clothes or even an bit of makeup..it make Miguel blush even redder.And You making a joke about why he’s so embarrassed by it.Hearing you laughing makes him playfully rolls his eyes,but none the less chuckles with you.
Yanderenerd!miguel-who’s doesn’t wear his own big glasses when he out tracking his the x marks,and wouldn’t even try to put his hair up.He very stealthy in the night,and knows to be very careful about his kills,it not like an 6,8 giant cant be hard to see from an far.But for an giant he was really good at it.
The reason he doesn’t use his glasses is so he doesn’t have to worry about them being damaged.He loves the look when his victims start screaming or just begging him to stop.He no sadtics no no but he just help but smile while torturing them.But he usually doesn’t show an ounce of emotion or empathy for them.He could let go of all his anger on to them,saying that their “making it hard for me to have *your name*”, “you were ruining my plans to have her”— “you honestly think your fucking funny trying to get her huh”—“It almost como si quisieras que te mataran ,how pathetic to think that you can have*your name*”—“IM going to enjoy every last seconds of my time hearing you screaming for mercy/help”.
When he done with it,He just walks with a smirk on his face like he didn’t just kill somebody.
Yanderenerd!miguel-and if you went out to a bar with your friends Miguel wouldn’t mind joining too….it because to protect you and to see more of you.it just this side of him that he need to see you,it like a drug?? but a drug that he need it to satisfy his needs.and I feel like Miguel wouldn’t mind if your friend was a little touchy when there drunk and tipsy.But you,it infuriates you. You don’t know if it’s because your drunk or it because that nerd helps
you out the most and was there for you more then your friends.whos know. but you slap there hands away from touching Miguel as you drunkly hold Miguel to stop you from falling on the floor.While slurring out of your pretty lips to your friends.He could feel your tits on his arm.. even through his glasses he was an blushing mess and the suddenly touch of your tit and head on his shoulders or arm.he honestly thought he was in heaven.
If you only let him love you,to have you.
He seriously Need to have you
THE END
I did not proread this,so sorry if there any grammar mistakes
Quote of the day by my friend:
“If I go low,I stay low”
I HOPE YALL LIKE IT
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cowboy readers and team run into his southern belle ex and maybe some jealous jj please 😍😍 love to see some jelly jj
Description: the BAU run into an old friend of cowboy reader while near his home town
Warning: jealousy, mentions past smoking addiction, that's about it
A/N: Hope you enjoy, this is after reader quits smoking
PART TWO (of this fic, this one is part one)
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It was a case close to home, now the case had been wrapped up, you planned on staying one more night (spend celebrating in the bar and then sleeping in the hotel) and then you were taking them to your house to meet your family. This case being close to home though, also meant that you could bring Buddy with you to see his grandparents (which is where he currently was whilst you had a night of freedom before staying at your parents house).
“Hey, (Y/N),” You looked up from the case file at Penelope, “Since we’re so close to where you grew up, do you think we can meet the family?”
You faltered for a moment, “I mean, I’d have to ask my Mama, but can’t see why not,” You said with a shrug, getting your phone out and texting her, ignoring the ‘aww’s from Penelope and Emily as you did so. “I’ve asked,”
It didn’t take long for her to respond (a whole three minutes). “She says of course,” You said, Derek and Penelope both cheering. "She says we can head down whenever. There's a good bar close by if you wanna celebrate first?"
"Let's get a move on then!" Garcia declared.
You drove them all to the bar, missing your truck as you did so. SUV's always hit different. Three drinks in (three drinks for everyone else, you were still making your way through your first pint - you weren't a big drinker), a woman approached you.
"(Y/N)? No way!" You turn at the familiar voice and meet face to face with your ex, Rose. She looks good, she's wearing shorts and a tank top, matched with cowboy boots and a hat. She's still pretty. 'She ain't got nothin' on JJ,' A small part of your brain chimes in, but you shrug it away. Nothing could happen anyway. A twinge of sadness swept through your stomach.
"Rose? Oh wow, it's been a while,"
Rose laughs, "I'll say! How ya been?" She brushes her hair off her face as she talks and you grin.
"Not too bad, just workin' mostly," You say with a nod.
"Hey, cowboy, you gonna introduce us?" Morgan smirks.
"Everyone this is Rose, Rose this is Morgan, JJ, Prentiss, Hotch, Rossi, Reid, and last but not least The Penelope Garcia."
"Hi, it's so nice to meet y’all," Rose grinned.
"How do you know (Y/N)?" Garcia asked.
"Oh we dated through high-school," Rose nodded, "Thought it was true love," And you laughed as you rolled your eyes slightly. "We were idiots back then," She added.
"Thanks," You muttered sarcastically.
"What? We were, you started smokin' and I was a mess." Rose explained. "Did you finally stop that smoking habit then?" Rose asks, folding her arms.
"Yes Ma'am," You said with a nod, "JJ here forced me after I jumped back on the wagon,"
"She must be a very special lady if she could make you of all people quit."
"She guilted me into it," You tease lightly, shooting JJ a smile. You force the smile to stay as you see the hesitant smile JJ sent you. Had you said something wrong?
You were too caught up in talking to Rose, you didn't see JJ walking off. Or Emily following her.
"Hey, JJ, you okay?"
"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," JJ said, fake smile in place.
Emily raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Yeah and your sudden fowl mood has nothing to do with the attractive woman (Y/N) is talking to?" JJ sighed as she felt herself blush. "Ah, so I'm onto something, am I?" She teased. "What's going on? What you thinking?"
"I've developed... feelings for him." JJ admits hesitantly. "And seeing her talk to him makes me feel..."
"Jealous?"
"No. Insecure."
"You? Insecure?" Emily asked, jaw dropping.
JJ groaned, "Please don't start singing one direction,"
"What? No! Gross." Emily paused, "Is this insecurity paired with... any other feelings?"
"A little bit of jealousy I guess," JJ mumbled.
"Are you going to talk to him about it?"
"God no!" JJ exclaims, blushing when she realises how loudly she protested. "I mean, not right now."
Emily gave a small chuckle. "You jealous about anything in particular?"
"That they were dating." JJ said with a shrug.
"Ooo does someone wanna date a cowboy?" JJ flushed bright red. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Okay, yeah, but he clearly doesn't feel the same so there's no point. I just need to get over him."
"Er, excuse, rewind-" Emily said, pointing her wine glass at her. "Are you both blind? You clearly both feel the same way about each other."
"Emily-"
"No. JJ, you both like each other so for God's sake get together!"
"You're just saying that." JJ said. Emily groaned, throwing her hand in the air. "Come on, let's just forget about it and get drunk."
Emily shrugged, that sounded like a good idea to her.
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spring fling - j.yh
pairing: yunho x black!fem!reader
genre: smut, fluff, angst, non-idol!au
word count: 3.8k
content warnings: two smut scenes, strangers to lovers, alcohol consumption, reader is a little bold (queen), oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), protected and unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, public sex, light hair pulling (m and f receiving), marking (m and f receiving), dangerous driving practices, creampie, dirty talk
synopsis: you find the love of your life on spring break
inspired by this video i saw on twitter
author’s note: i saw this video and immediately thought of yunho and i had to write something for my boo! i hope y’all enjoy it! 🥰
the cancún heat was beating down on you whilst you laid in the sand. your friends were busy doing other things on the beach, some of them wading around in the clear, blue water of the ocean. the rest of them joined a volleyball game with a group of guys who also decided cancún was the best place for spring break. you could hear all the laughs from them while you enjoyed your time soaking up the sun. that was until you felt the sun being blocked by someone. you popped open your eyes to get a good look at whoever was interrupting your time. he was fine, whoever he was.
“you don’t wanna play?” he asked you, gesturing to the volleyball game his friends and your friends were engaged in.
“not really into sports.” you replied to him with a shrug.
“c’mon just one game?” he pleaded with you, using his charm to get what he wanted. it worked because you were standing to your feet and making your way over to the volleyball net. yunho watched as you walked ahead of him, following the shape of your body and the way it seemed to glisten under the blistering sun.
“do you even know how to play?” one of your friends asked you and you shrugged at them. you knew the basics: bump, set, spike. what more did you need to know?
you looked across the net to see how big the other players were compared to you and your friends. there’s no way in hell this was fair, but you played anyway. you tried your best to get the ball over the net and each time you failed. your opponents laughed at your sad attempts. you sucked at this, to be quite honest. your opponents weren’t playing fair either, spiking the ball onto your side of the net whenever they had the chance.
“that’s not fair!” you complained to the men on the other side of the net. “you guys are bigger than us!”
“or maybe you just suck, mamí.” one of them teased you, making you roll your eyes behind your shades.
the game continued, you and your girls lost terribly. your opponents cheered happily on the other side of the net. you returned to your spot in the sand to lay back down this time under the umbrella. you were all sweaty now and you wanted nothing more than to cool down. the fine boy who invited you to play came back over and sat next to you under the umbrella. you looked at him like he had two heads and he offered you a smile in return.
“need something?” you asked, sitting up like he was to try to make this situation less awkward than it already was.
“your name.”
“why?”
“so i can ask you out properly.”
“what if i said i wasn’t interested?”
“then i’d leave you alone.”
you took your sunglasses off of your face so you could get a good look at him and his face. “i’m ____.” you introduced yourself
“yunho.”
“so, yunho do you flirt with every girl you see or am i special?” you asked and he shook his head with a frown.
“you’re special, that’s why i wanna take you out.”
“which one of my friends put you up to this?”
“got damn, girl. you’re difficult.” yunho said shaking his head again. “nobody put me up to it. i just think you’re hot and i wanna take you out. so let me?”
“fine.” you agreed. “you can pick me up at my airbnb at seven. it’s the one at the end of the beach.” you told him pointing in the direction of it.
“i’ll be there.”
you found that you were oddly excited to go out with yunho tonight. you didn’t want to go at first, afraid that your friends would be upset you’d bailed on them. they encouraged you to go though, helped you pick out an outfit, and gave you ideas on how to do your makeup. yunho told you to dress casually, so you decided to just wear what you’ve been wearing this entire vacation, a bathing suit and some sort of cover up.
“don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” your friend told you when you slung your bag over your shoulder and slid on your sandals.
“so everything basically?”
“not too much.” she defended herself
you giggled at her before blowing her a kiss, “see you later.”
at seven on the dot, yunho was knocking on the door of your airbnb. you opened the door and shut it behind you, standing in front of the tall man in front of you. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. you looked so good in what you were wearing.
“where are we going?” you asked him, pulling him from his thoughts just before they turned from innocent to dirty.
“how about a drink?” he asked, sticking his hand out for you to take. you looked at it and then at him. you accepted the gesture, putting your smaller hand in his much larger one.
hand in hand you walked down the beach taking in the sounds happening around you; the spanish music that was playing out of many of the places you walked passed, the sound of people laughing, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. you made it to the bar that was on the end of the beach over looking the ocean. yunho helped you onto the tall barstool and then sat next to you.
you spoke first, “what do you usually get?”
“a beer. let me guess, you get one of those girly drinks?” he teased you, playfully booping your nose with his long index finger.
“a pina colada is not a girly drink.”
“that’s the girliest of them all.” he retorted, waving the bartender over. he ordered in spanish, something you definitely weren’t expecting. that somehow made him that much sexier. “didn’t think i knew spanish, huh?”
“i’ll admit. i’m impressed. don’t get a big head or nothing though.” you told him
“mean.”
you and yunho talked for what felt like hours while you drank. he told you about himself, where he was from, you learned he was from korea. he learned you were from the states. you told him about yourself. it was so easy to talk to him, it felt like you knew him forever. it sucked that once you left cancún you would probably never see him again. you tried not to think about that right now though. you were tipsy now after two drinks. yunho looked even sexier now than he did when you were sober.
“can i ask you a question?” you inquired and yunho nodded, finishing off the rest of his beer. “why’d you wanna take me out?”
“because i think you’re very pretty and i wanted to get to know you.” his answer sounded truthful and sincere.
“so you didn’t have any ulterior motives?”
“like what?”
“like… sex?”
yunho cleared his throat and sat up straight in his seat. he didn’t know if it was the alcohol (even though he had one beer) or the way you were looking at him, but he felt himself chubbing up in his pants. of course he wanted to have sex with you. that’s not the only reason he invited you out though and he told you as such.
“that’s not all i want from you.” yunho told you truthfully.
“so you admit you want some pussy?” you asked and the dirty word slipping past your lips made his dick jump. alcohol made everything so much easier to say.
yunho was never one to back down from a challenge though, “are you gonna give me some?”
“yes.”
yunho paid for the drinks and pulled you out of the bar with him. his hand was wrapped around your hand while he pulled you down the sandy pathway to what you were guessing was the hotel he and his friends were staying in. the elevator ride up to his floor was unbearably slow it felt like. your hands were all over each other, his lips were on yours placing bruising kisses on them. the ding of the elevator indicated you’d made it to his floor, you got off and yunho led you to his room. the key didn’t even make it all way into the slot before you were making out again. his free hand was kneading the fatty flesh of your ass while his tongue was shoved down your throat. it was filthy. he pulled away for just one second to actually get into the room. the door unlocked and he slammed it shut the moment you got inside.
“come fuck me.” you told him, plucking off your pieces of clothing one by one until you were bare and laid out on his big king sized bed. your legs were spread so he could see exactly what awaited him between your legs. yunho pulled his clothes off too and decided he wanted to eat you out first before he even thought about splitting you open.
he spread your legs even further and laid flat on his stomach while he flicked his tongue on your clit. you tugged on his hair while he slurped up everything your pussy dribbled out. you were a moaning mess, bucking your hips up in his face whenever something felt just a little too good. yunho used one of his long fingers and pushed it inside of you, his tongue and lips still working mercilessly on your clit. you pinched your nipples with the hand that wasn’t pulling on yunho’s inky black locks.
“that feels so good, yunho.” you praised him. you gasped when he slipped another one of his long fingers into your tight hole, he was making sure your pussy was prepped enough to take him. he pulled away from your pussy his face covered in your juices. he kept his fingers in you though and peppered kisses on the insides of your thighs.
“your moans are so pretty.” he told you. he pulled his fingers out of you and bought them to your lips for you to suck on. you took them in your mouth and sucked your juices off of them, your big eyes staring up at yunho as you did. he felt his dick twitch again and he didn’t think he could wait anymore. he needed to be inside of you. he leaned over to grab a condom and made a point to look you in the eye while he ripped the gold packet open with his teeth and rolled the rubber on his dick.
“lay on your side.” he demanded
you did as told. yunho laid behind you, also on his side. he grabbed your leg and gently raised it so he could rub his dick through your wet folds. he pushed in and both of you gasped. when yunho felt you adjusted to his size he started to rock into you. it was slow at first, probably because he was scared to be rough with you.
“harder please, yunho. you’re not gonna break me.” you told the man behind you who only grunted in response when his pace started to pick up. he was slamming inside of you now, his dick hitting the very bottom of your pussy whenever he pushed into you. his hips were hitting your ass so roughly all that could be heard were the sounds of clapping.
not satisfied with the position you were in anymore he pulled out of you and positioned you how he wanted, face down ass up. he pushed into you again and this time you were screaming when he started drilling into you. your cries were muffled by the pillow you buried your face in but yunho wasn’t having it. he grabbed the back of your neck and turned your head so that he could hear every sound that came from your throat.
“let me hear you baby, c’mon.” yunho said, slapping your ass and watching as it rippled under his touch.
“yunho! please don’t stop! please don’t stop!” you cried out and he chuckled at your desperate cries and the way your pussy was squeezing around his dick.
yunho took it a step further, he grabbed your long ginger braids and pulled you up. he wrapped his hand around your throat ever so delicately while pounded into you. this new angle had tears gathering in your lash line because you were sure you could feel every inch of the man inside of you. he bowed his head to suck hickeys into your shoulders and collarbones while you whimpered and cried. you were so close to cumming but you didn’t want the moment to end. you wanted to be like this with him forever.
“oh, baby. i feel you squeezing me.” he said, his deep voice in your ear, his warm breath dusting the shell of your ear. “cum all over this dick i know you want to.”
“yunho…” you whined and the man behind you chuckled at how light and airy your voice sounded.
“cum for me, baby. please?” he pleaded, peppering kisses all over the side of your face. “cum all over me, make a fucking mess.”
“yunho!” you cried his name out when the band in your belly snapped. you were cumming so hard that your legs were shaking and you were panting. yunho held your body upright so that you wouldn’t fall in the heat of your orgasm. you could feel the way he was pulsing inside of you after you finally came down from your orgasm.
he thrusted into you one, two, three more times until he was pulling out of you, pulling off the condom and cumming all over the small of your smooth brown back. he calmed himself and laid you gently on the bed, he cleaned your back off with a towel and then laid next to you in bed.
“how do you feel?” he asked you
“like i just got fucked really good.” you told him a giggle following after.
“i’m glad i could be of service.” he told you and then placed a kiss on your cheek.
for the rest of the week, there wasn’t a day you weren’t seeing yunho and there wasn’t a day he wasn’t fucking you into his mattress. by the end of the week your skin was littered in hickeys and so was his. unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. it was your last day in cancún which meant you had to face the truth you’d been swallowing whenever you ended up in yunho’s bed; you were probably never going to see him again. it hurt you to think about. he was more than just a spring break fling. because it was your last day you and yunho decided to spend your final moments together. he rented a car and all day you went sightseeing, taking pictures at every place you stopped. you’d never forget him if you had pictures to remember him by.
“i am so happy i met you, ____.” yunho told you, kissing the back of your hand while he drove down the street in the all red convertible he rented for today. you felt a pang of sadness shoot through your heart however you brushed it off with a smile.
his hand was on your thigh now. he looked so beautiful underneath the sun, his tan skin and his soft features. you couldn’t keep your eyes or your hands for that matter off of him. you leaned over the console and began to pepper kisses on his jawline that already had a purple mark that you left there last night. yunho who was trying to stay focused on the road tried to wave you off but you weren’t budging. you were probably never gonna see him again you might as well enjoy the little bit of time you have left with him.
“what are you doing?”
“kissing you.” you said
you leaned over even more until you were almost completely sat on his lap. yunho decided to play along, his hand that was resting on your thigh now going to grip the fat of your ass through your jean shorts. you still kissed his neck, your soft lips and your teeth making him hard already. you looked to see if the road ahead of you was clear before you climbed all the way in his lap, blocking his view. yes it was dangerous and no you didn’t give a fuck. whenever he tried to peer behind you, you blocked his view.
“oooh we’re gonna crash, yunnie. what are you gonna do?” you asked him. you giggled and finally nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck and you stayed like that the whole time he drove.
you ended up at a secluded beach, he parked the car on a cliff that had the prettiest view of the ocean and the now setting sun. you were still sitting on his lap while he rubbed up and down your bare back.
“am i ever gonna see you again?” you asked him, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. he noticed the way your eyes glossed over and you were about to cry.
“baby…” yunho trailed and he wiped the tear that slid down your cheek with his thumb. “of course you will.”
“you promise?”
“did you think i was kidding when i said i liked you?”
you shook your head and dropped it to rest on his shoulder again, “so you wanna keep in touch?”
“yes and i’ll visit you and you’ll visit me. we’ll make it work, okay?”
“you promise?” you repeated, voice cracking and yunho hugged your body as tight as he could in his strong arms to offer you any comfort he could.
“i promise. now stop crying before you make me cry.” he told you, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “say ‘we’re gonna make it work.’”
“we’re gonna make it work.” you repeated after him
“that’s my girl. now i don’t want our last day together for awhile to be sad. so what do you wanna do?”
“i want you to fuck me goodbye.” you told him
yunho squeezed your hips in his large hands when he felt you grind down on his half hard dick. he’d been trying to keep his composure since you pulled your little stunt earlier while he was driving.
“anything for you, princess.”
you ended up on the hood of the red convertible, your jean shorts thrown somewhere on the ground and your skimpy little bikini top was pulled down while yunho sucked on your breasts. he gave you even more hickeys, something else to remember him by. he kissed and licked all over your body not letting a single inch go untouched. he pulled your bikini bottoms off as well and moaned when he saw how wet you were for him.
“are you on birth control?” yunho asked you when he eased one of his fingers into your soaked pussy. you bit your lip at the welcomed intrusion and nodded at his question.
“yes,” you answered verbally in case he didn’t see you nod your head the first time. “why?”
“i wanna cum inside you this time. if you don’t want to i still brought a condom but—.”
you cut him off, “do it. i wanna feel you.”
“you sure?” he asked you, ever so so slowly pushing another finger inside your hole and you nodded at him sucking in a breath when he curled his digits inside of you and started to massage your g-spot.
“yunho, i want you inside of me right now. please.” you begged him. you didn’t need to be prepped as wet and as eager you were right now.
yunho pulled his fingers from your cunt and licked the juices off, moaning at the taste of your pussy. he pulled his bottoms down and ran his mushroom tip through your folds to collect your arousal and pushed inside. feeling him inside of you raw was a whole different experience. you could feel every ridge and vein on his dick and simultaneously yunho could feel just how warm, wet, and tight you were. he started a steady pace, his hands keeping your body in place.
“you’re crazy if you think i’d leave you and this pussy.”
“yunho, please.” you begged him again not even sure what you were asking for but somehow he knew. he started fucking you harder, the car rocking back and forth underneath your body. “yes! right there!”
“this pussy is so good. you’re so fucking tight.” yunho said to you through gritted teeth. he pushed your legs up and watched as his dick disappeared inside of you and came back out with a white ring of cream around the base. “that’s so fucking hot. you’re creaming all over me baby.”
“you just feel so good, yunnie. so so so good.” you mumbled. he fucked you so good every time that you couldn’t even think straight.
yunho smiled down at you and brought his lips to yours to kiss you. it was so passionate and so messy and you loved it. you think you loved him. his lips were on yours while he kept bucking his hips into you. you were gasping and moaning into his mouth. he kissed down your neck and sucked hickeys into your neck while he fucked you. you moaned, bringing your hand up to card through his hair.
“i’m gonna cum in this pussy.” yunho growled in your ear. “and you’re gonna take all of it like a good girl.”
“cum in me, yunho. i wanna feel it.”
he came inside of you so deep that you could feel each hot spurt of his cum as it came out. the foreign feeling of having somebody finish inside of you had your orgasm coming closer. yunho kept rocking his hips into you, fucking his cum deeper and deeper until you were cumming too with a long moan. you caught your breaths and yunho kissed you again before pulling out of you.
“we can never have sex with a condom again.” yunho said, grabbing your arm to help you sit up on the hood of his car. his cum started to seep out of your hole and you both watched in awe as the creamy seed formed a small puddle on the hood of the car. “that’s so hot.”
“do you have anything to clean me up with?”
he kneeled between your legs and slurped up the mess he and you made much to your sensitive pussy’s dismay. you were whining and crying trying to push him away but he didn’t stop until everything was clean. he came back up to kiss you so you could taste both of your cum on his tongue.
“i love you.” he said when he pulled back
without skipping a beat, “i love you too.”
#ten writes 🧚🏾♀️#kpop x black reader#ateez x black reader#ateez smut#ateez x reader#jeong yunho smut#yunho smut#yunho x black reader#jeong yunho x black reader#yunho x reader#jeong yunho x reader#jyh smut
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When You Bias Someone Else [Reaction]
Pairing: all members x gender neutral reader
Genre: crack mostly and fluff
Word count: 3.0K
Summary: your boyfriend makes the discovery that he is not your bias, jealous fluff, pouting, and dramatics ensue
Warnings: slight angst, alcohol drinking in Jimin’s. Everyone else’s just jealousy? I guess but it’s brief and lighthearted
A/n: I’m sad about y’all know what and decided to post this silly little thing I’ve had in my drafts forever. It’s all fluff, all dumb, I hope y’all enjoy it :) and if you have requests please let me know, I’m so bad at ideas but I want to write, you know?
Seokjin
- Seokjin asks you after seeing a Weverse comment speculating on who your bias is. The post shows how you interact with all of the members and makes strong points for each one.
- Honestly Seokjin expects you to say it’s him, of course. So imagine his surprise when you say it’s none other than the maknae himself. Seokjin is outraged, offended even. Because how dare you bias Jungkook??? The boy he raised himself???
- Seokjin spends a passionate fifteen minutes pointing out every behavior and habit Jungkook has that was picked up from him.
- You listen, only growing fonder as Seokjin rants. You can’t help it. Jungkook is adorable. You’re completely uninterested in him as a romantic partner but as your bias? Your attitude leans more toward “Sign me the fuck up ✅🔥💯💯😩💯💯😩🔥✅😩💯🔥✅😩✅🔥🔥✅💯✅”
- When Seokjin finishes, he turns back to you, wanting to hear what you have to say for yourself.
- His entire argument crumbles when you turn your phone toward him and say, “But Jinnie, he’s so cute!”
- On your screen is a compilation of clips from Jungkook’s most recent vlive. In the video, Jungkook jokes with the fans, throws out some English phrases and generally makes eating a salad with no dressing feel like a prime time broadcast.
- And maybe, perhaps, Seokjin can see why you’re so fond of Jungkook. After all, that is the boy he grew up alongside and despite their relatively small age difference, he feels like a sort of parental figure for him sometimes. So, yes, a compilation of his dongsaeng’s cute antics makes any jealousy (real or exaggerated) fade away instantly.
- “I’m still more handsome,” Seokjin blurts out.
- You snort. “I meannnnnn…”
- Seokjin lets out a noise of pure indignation, his neck and face turning rosy. “Take it back! I’m more handsome!”
- You never miss a chance to tease your boyfriend, so you can hardly be blamed for the slightly patronizing tone in your voice. “Yes, Jinnie. You’re way more handsome than Jungkook.”
- Seokjin narrows his eyes. “I don’t believe you.”
- You laugh and Seokjin turns away, ignoring you completely as you try to talk to him, to your never ending amusement.
- Seokjin only stops sulking when you promise that you only love him and that Jungkook is way too young for you anyway.
Yoongi
- As the calm, cool, rational man he is, Yoongi isn’t bothered. Really, he isn’t.
- Was he surprised when you told him that Taehyung was your bias? Maybe. Is he bothered? Nope! Not one bit!
- He isn’t bothered when you and Taehyung become thick as thieves, laughing and joking with each other whenever you’re in the same room.
- He isn’t even bothered when you buy little matching Taehyung and Yoongi decals for your army bomb, because at least they’re even.
- Yoongi is a little bothered by Taehyung taking your confession, if you can call it that, as permission to be more affectionate toward him. It’s not that Yoongi necessarily minds Taehyung’s constant barrage of hugs or touches, it’s just a lot sometimes.
- But even that pales in comparison to when Yoongi overhears Taehyung say that Yoongi and him are “sister-wives”
- “WE’RE WHAT?” Yoongi bursts into the room where Jimin is doubled over in laughter.
- Taehyung turns, completely unruffled and says matter-of-factly. “You know, since you’re her boyfriend but I’m her bias. Sister-wives.” He nods to himself, an expression that you’ve only referred to as the “TaTa mic face”—whatever that means—on his face.
- Yoongi drags you into the room, demanding that you tell Taehyung that he and Yoongi are not sister-wives.
- You're laughing so hard that tears are streaming down your face, one hand clutching Yoongi’s shoulder to keep you steady. Taehyung has a shit-eating grin on his face. Yoongi rolls his eyes and storms out because he can’t believe the two of you are this annoying.
- You eventually find Yoongi in his studio, pretending to work on music.
- He tries to ignore you but one pout and he’s sighing, opening his arms so you can cuddle him. You don’t hesitate, snuggling up to your boyfriend and humming in contentment.
- “Sister-wives,” he snorts. “I’m done letting you show Taehyung English reality tv shows.”
- “I didn’t think he’d use it like that!”
- Yoongi wrinkles his nose cutely. “And wouldn’t we be brother-husbands?”
- “Oh my god, do not call yourself that!“ you giggle wildly while a self-satisfied grin grows on Yoongi’s face.
- “And besides,” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to Yoongi’s lips, “You’re the only husband I’d ever want.”
- The words are honest but lighthearted. You’ve both made jokes here and there about getting married before but only in passing.
- Your sentence gone from your mind quickly, but it sticks in Yoongi’s, staying at the forefront along with the knowledge of the small, velvet box sitting in the desk right behind him, inches away from your unsuspecting figure.
- And suddenly, it doesn’t matter who your bias is, or what Taehyung calls himself (although Yoongi would prefer to never hear the term sister-wives again) because at the end of the day, Yoongi knows you’ll say yes to becoming his forever.
Hoseok
- You should have known to never confess.
- Or at least to lie and choose someone else.
- Because if there’s one thing Seokjin is not, it’s subtle.
- After one-too-many drinks at Hoseok’s birthday party, you found yourself admitting that Seokjin was your bias.
- It would have been fine were Seokjin not in ear-shot.
- Since then, you’ve never known peace.
- The terror known as Kim Seokjin never misses an opportunity to flaunt his status as your “favorite one.” Something that Hoseok finds absolutely hysterical.
- You’re happy Hoseok isn’t bothered but at the same time you kind of wish he was????
- Maybe not steaming mad, but maybe just a little jealous.
- Because the reality is so much worse.
Instead of being upset about your bias, Hoseok has joined forces with Jin to tease you endlessly about it.
- Jokes day in and day out.
- “Oh listening to Moon? I didn’t know you loved Seokjin so much.”
- “Arson on repeat? No love for your bias I see.”
- During concert practices, Seokjin will blow kisses directly at you, and point at you whenever a song has particularly romantic lyrics. Hoseok will pretend to “defend your honor” before they both dissolve into laughs. Your scowls and glares do nothing except invite further antics.
- Truthfully, Hoseok can hardly find it in himself to be jealous when you act like you’ll die if you aren’t giving him affection at least 23 hours of the day (not that he minds).
- You’re also quick to soothe any worries he may have about your relationship and your feelings toward him.
- Overall, more than finding it funny, Hoseok is just glad that you feel comfortable enough around the other band members to have a running gag like this and vice versa. It’s tough to be the partner of an idol and little things like this make it more bearable and help you feel like you belong.
- And it’s moments like these, when Hoseok finds you sleeping on the couch, your lock screen lighting up with a picture of him as he pauses your music, that all of his worries slip away.
- It doesn’t matter that on the stage you swoon at Jin, the idol, because here, in private, at home, it’s just him, Jung Hoseok, and you, the love of his life.
Namjoon
- As the member who has talked a lot about the split between RM the performer and Kim Namjoon the human, Namjoon wouldn’t be bothered if you biased someone else.
- He’d understand that you can love the idol persona of someone without necessarily being in love with them as a person.
- It also doesn’t hurt that you bias Hobi, the other 94 liner and another rapper. Namjoon thinks it’s neat that his bestie and his partner get along so well.
- That is until you see J-hope perform a solo stage.
- Suddenly, you’ve disappeared from Namjoon’s side and he finds you gushing over the performance to none other than Hoseok himself.
- Which wouldn’t bother him except that now he has no one to ask for a good luck kiss before his own stage :(
- (and no he will not take Taehyung up on his offer 🙄)
- If Namjoon felt that you were fawning a little too much he’d get a little possessive.
- Walking over to where you are, hugging you from the back. “It’s almost my turn, my love. Won’t you wish me good luck?”
- Of course, Hobi would see right through him and laugh his ass off. He wouldn’t be bothered at all, only finding it a little funny because while you may gush over his own performance, even that is dim in comparison to the way you get when you talk about Namjoon.
- You would let Namjoon drag you away, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and wishing him good luck before he ran out onto the stage.
- When Namjoon walked off, he’d see the pride and awe in your face, the way your face split into the one of widest smiles he’d ever seen from you and he’d realize he didn’t care who your bias was because the love in your eyes as you look at him means so much more.
Jimin
- You were hesitant to tell Jimin the truth. Not because he was the jealous type, but because you knew he was a little more sensitive than some of the other members might be about this type of thing.
- His self image and perceived worth were heavily influenced by how much other people—especially you—liked him. A side effect of being the last trainee to join BTS, and having to fight tooth and nail to debut at all, Jimin spent his formative years striving to prove that it was the right choice.
- Being liked meant a lot to him because it felt like vindication. You knew that it was something he’d worked on getting over but sometimes those feelings decided to rear their ugly heads and you’d be devastated if you were the cause.
- So, yeah, you were a little hesitant to tell him that he wasn't your bias.
- But one night, after a few drinks, Jimin asked you. In your tipsy state, you didn’t hesitate to say, “Suuuuga! Min Yoongi!”
- Jimin’s pretty mouth fell open in shock. “Yoongi-hyung?!”
- “You and Yoongi. MiniMini.” You said with a giggle. You conjured up an image of the man in your mind. You’d seen him just the week before, practicing some new choreography. You pouted. “I think he’s cute :(“
- “I think you’re cute,” Jimin said, words slightly slurred. He pouted too, eyes looking down at you in faux-sadness. “But you think Yoongi-hyung is cuter.”
- “Minie, no!” You practically lunged at him, grabbing his round cheeks with both hands and pressing quick, soft kisses to his lips.
- Jimin—who had been perfectly fine this entire time—grinned so wide that his eyes were crescents in his face.
- “You’re the cutest! Yoongi who? Suga what? The only Minie I know is Park Jimin.”
- Jimin wrapped his thin, muscular arms around you with a laugh, his drunken little giggles so endearing that you felt like your heart might burst. He gifts you with a soft kiss, the sugary taste of his mixed drinks lingering on his lips.
- “It’s okay, my love. I think Yoongi-hyung is cute too.”
Taehyung
- Confessing was your first mistake. Confirming was the final nail in your coffin.
- “Oh?” Taehyung’s voice rang out. “Did you say Kim Taehyung? I think I misheard you.”
- You should have backpedaled there, maybe agreed that it was the wrong name. Instead, you replied “Nope.” Popping the “p” for extra emphasis. “I said Kim Namjoon. You know, your leader. RM. #1 rapper in my heart.”
- Taehyung’s gaze darkened the more you said about Namjoon.
- You couldn’t help it. Taehyung looks so adorable when he pouts.
- “Is one Kim not enough for you?” He snaps, gesturing to himself. “You need our leader too? Why don’t you just take Seokjin while you’re at it.”
- You pretend to think about it. “Hmmmm…the leader AND the visual? I just might have to.”
- “Do not dare!”
- Safe to say, Taehyung was jealous. Not in any real, substantial way but sometimes when he was in the mood to be smothered with affection and didn’t want to ask for it, he’d slip in a comment about how you must wish you were with Namjoon.
- It never failed to make you laugh and reach for him instead, kissing and cuddling and doing whatever it took until a smile broke out on Taehyung’s face.
- It all comes to a head when you attend their practice for their online Map of the Soul concert.
- Despite the less than ideal circumstances, all of the members were excited to perform some of their songs for the first time.
- Taehyung had narrowed his eyes at you and said he’d be listening closely for your cheers during Inner Child. The accusatory note in his voice pulled a laugh out of you.
- During their group performance of Ddaeng a few years back, you were in the crowd. To this day, Taehyung swears that your cheers were louder for Namjoon’s part than his. It didn’t matter that you were one of thousands, Taehyung has continued to stay firm in his idea that he can “pick out” your cheers and that he found them lacking.
- Bemused, you crossed your fingers across your heart and swore up and down that your cheers for his solo stage would be deafening.
- Now, you’re watching happily as the rappers practice Ugh!
- When it ends you cheer quietly with everyone else as you all mind the cameras and mics that are still recording.
- A blur of blue runs past and before you know it, Taehyung is rushing up to the stage, practically vibrating with excitement.
- Your mouth falls open as Taehyung presses a kiss to Namjoon’s cheek before rushing away, leaving his hyung blushing and bashful.
- “And I’m the traitor,” you tease as Taehyung comes back.
- Taehyung waves you away, a faint blush on his cheeks at having been caught fanboying so clearly. “I’m just congratulating my hyung on a great job.”
- You laugh, knowing that while he may deny it, Taehyung is just as Namjoon biased as you are 🙄
A/n: Everyone gets a silly gif except these two because what am I looking at?? These two have never let me know peace. Like can y’all just kiss already 🙄
Jungkook
- It all started with an album.
- A plain, unassuming BE album that Jungkook had brought you one day. It wasn’t even out in stores yet but he’d managed to snag a promotional one from the BigHit offices for you.
- You both knew Jungkook was able to provide you with any BTS photocard with a simple phone call, but he also knew that you, like most other armys, enjoyed the small thrill of opening the album for the first time and seeing who you pulled.
- He handed you the thin, white box (not even the deluxe edition!) and all hell broke loose.
- Grinning happily, you tore the plastic and immediately looked for the small, square card.
- Jungkook saw your eyes light up.
- “Oh my god!!! I got my bias!”
- Jungkook leaned over to see—
- “Jimin?!”
- You froze, eyes darting over to his outraged face.
- “I’m not your bias?!?!?!?!?”
“Well, uh, you see…”
- “I can’t believe it,” Jungkook said in mock hurt.
- “Bam!” He turns to the dog that is lying peacefully on the sofa, completely unbothered. The large Doberman doesn’t even turn his head at his name, used to Jungkook’s and your antics. “Tell her she can’t do that to me.”
- Bam pays Jungkook absolutely no mind as he yawns and relaxes further into the cushions.
- You scoff, adding fuel to the fire just for fun. “Bam’s bias is Jimin too.”
- Jungkook narrows those big doe eyes at you in accusation. “What does Jimin have that I don’t?”
- “Jungkook! Have you heard Filter?”
- Jungkook scoffs. “Have you heard Euphoria?”
- “Serendipity?”
- “Begin!”
“Promise??? Jimin really wrote that just for the fans 🥺”
- “Still with you?????? I literally wrote that for you!”
- You huff, setting down the album and, to Jungkook’s eternal frustration, very gently placing the photocard next to it.
- “Jungkook,” you try again, knowing that he’s so easy to rile up. “Jimin’s got abs.”
- “I have abs too!” Jungkook says indignantly, pulling his shirt up. “People love my abs! The fans want us to perform Fake Love because they get to see them!”
- You will admit that seeing his chiseled muscles made you feel a certain way, but you weren’t going to back down. Jungkook was not going to make you feel bad about having a bias 😤 and maybe you love to work him up since it’s so damn easy
- “Jiminie has tattoos across his abs,” you fawn, voice dripping with adoration. You nearly swoon as you say it, watching the way Jungkook’s jaw clenches.
- “I have them down my arm! The whole arm! Not just one or two!” Jungkook argues, growing progressively agitated. He points to the ink, as if that would make you understand.
- You sigh, rolling your eyes. “Yeah I guess. But they aren’t down your washboard abs.”
- “If you say abs one more time—“
- “You brought me the album!”
- “I didn’t think you were in love with Jimin, hoping for Jimin, trading all of your Jungkook photocards for Jimin!” Jungkook moves his hands passionately as he speaks, throwing them outward and punctuating each sentence with a sharp, jerky movement. Effectively working himself into a tizzy.
- It’s the last point that pushes you over the edge. You can’t believe Jungkook is being this bratty about such a small, insignificant thing. Yes, Jimin is your bias but Jungkook is literally your boyfriend. In the grand scheme of things, he shouldn’t be too upset.
- “Oh my—“ you tackle him where he sits, pressing kisses to his lips as you giggle. “Are you done being dramatic, bun?”
- Despite his theatrics, Jungkook didn’t mind that Jimin was your bias. He knew how much you loved ballet and modern dancing so it only made sense that Jimin would be the member that you found the most appealing.
- And sure, maybe Jimin’s flirty nature never failed to make the veins in Jungkook’s forehead bulge (maybe he can get a little jealous 🙄 sue him) whenever he saw you talking to Jimin. But Jungkook could never deny you such a small happiness.
- Jungkook huffs, a smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. “I guess. As long as you aren’t kissing Jimin like that.”
- “Of course not,” you laugh. “I only kiss his photocards goodnight.”
- “Hey!”
#bts#Bts x reader#Seokjin x reader#Yoongi x reader#Hoseok x reader#namjoon x reader#Jimin x reader#Taehyung x reader#Jungkook x reader#bts drabble#bts one shot#bts imagines#bts reactions#mine#my fic
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❣︎ ⎯⎯ your smile is so cute, i could kiss it .
PAIRING ! yang jungwon x fem!reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.6k // reader is insecure of her smile
PROMPT(S) ! 16. taking a photo of them smiling or in their element ;; 27. randomly face-timing just to hear their voice/see their face // requested by @woonie-muffin <3 // 2k followers event
A/N. ! slowly getting through all of my jungwon requests for this event. i’ll get there eventually 😭 anyways i hope y’all enjoy cuz i had a lot of fun writing this one <3
“hi,” jungwon greeted you through the screen with a very happy smile on his face at the sight of you, the tone of his voice soft and loving.
“hi,” you replied with just as much joy to the boy displayed live on your phone. “everything okay? why the sudden call?”—not that you were complaining though.
“yeah, everything’s fine. i just needed to see your beautiful face,” he told you with his still wide smile.
“well, sorry to break it to you, but i don’t look too beautiful, especially right now-“
“are you kidding?!” your boyfriend interrupted. “you’re kidding, right?”
you sat there on the opposite end of the line, taken aback, “what do you mean?”
“you’re one of the most beautiful girls on this entire planet, how could you say you’re not beautiful?” jungwon asked, genuinely sad that you were down on yourself about your appearance, especially of all people; he was speaking the truth.
“one of the most beautiful?” you questioned with a jokingly offended tone. “who else is on that level to you?”
“obviously my mom,” he answered effortlessly to which you nodded in approval and understanding.
“but what about your sister?” you asked.
“what?! ew—no, are you kidding?” jungwon replied without hesitation, causing you to laugh.
but those joyful sounds that left your lips faded just as quickly as they came when you got alerted on your phone that jungwon had just taken a screenshot.
“hey! what was that for?” you questioned, confused, with a slight smile still on your face.
“as i said, i think you look beautiful,” your boyfriend answered proudly.
“wonie,” you pouted. “i don’t look good right now.”
“stop, who are you trying to fool? you literally look incredible right now. i don’t understand how you could think otherwise,” he said, frowning with his last statement.
“and i don’t like my smile,” you added softly, half-hoping he wouldn’t hear you.
“y/n,” he looked at you sadly, “why would you ever say that? i love your smile. that’s one of my favourite features of yours. i love how it shows how happy you are at a certain moment. i think your smile is adorable and seeing it always makes me so happy.”
“won—“
“it’s true,” he told you as he began to navigate his way through his apps and to his photos where he then found the screenshot he took of you.
a smile instantly grew on his lips. he looked so happy.
“your smile is contagious, i love it,” he said, giggly.
your heart quickly grew soft and warm, and you felt a giddy feeling within your stomach.
“i wish i could kiss you right now,” you told him. “if you were here right now, i would totally kiss you—wait. wonie, are you—no. no, you’re not. you’re kidding. are you here right now?”
“heck, yeah, baby. now open the door,” he said, and you watched with amazement that the background on his end was of the view just outside your front door.
“how-“ you attempted to get out. “how did you even-?”
“surprise, you’re just not very observant,” he teased, causing you to roll your eyes. “hurry, don’t just sit there. come open the door for me! i miss seeing that pretty smile in real life.”
“you saw me earlier today at school,” you said.
“yeah, and? doesn’t mean i can’t miss it,” he continued. “and not only do i wanna see that smile. i also wanna kiss it.”
“wonie!” you said, trying to hold back your giddy laughter, but it was to no use.
“okay, hurry up! open the door!”
with both of you laughing, you hung up the call, walked to your door and opened it to reveal a very happy wonie.
A/N. i want a wonie 🥺💗 feedback and reblogs are appreciated ! thanks for reading <3
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Louk’s Bad Batch rewatch pt 5 (pt 2 hehe)
The first ep of tbb is so long so here’s part 2 of episode oneeee
Bad Batch 1x01 (part 2)
TINY BABY CLONES
Hunter playing with his knife 💕
Wrecker and Crosshair crying at the new armoury 😭
Hunter!! Listen to your little/big sister/daughter!!
“Change takes getting used to” ~ Hunter but it reminds me of Tech in the cave, I keep jumping ahead Louk SLOW DOWN
Omega with her lil nervous hands 🥹🤲
Crosshair listen here you little shit (said with love)
Nala Se and her helicopter parenting sheesh
Hunter: *gives orders* Wrecker: *runs off* Hunter: 🖐️ “covertly”
“Easy Wrecker, your programmings kicking in” ~ Tech the comedian
Hunter: “children???? civilians????” Crosshair: ‘so anyway I started blasting’
Crosshair’s dramatic sigh beats all of Echo’s so far actually
nvm I’m jumping ahead now idc SAW GERRERA IM COMING FOR YOU PERSONALLY 👀
“Adapt and survive or die with the past” ~ Saw, still love that line tho
Crosshair does not flinch when Hunter fires his blaster right next to his head, the complete trust even in the middle of an argument
Tech just casually dropping the biggest plot point of the episode and literally said ‘bro it’s so obvious’ while they’re all like 🤯
like: ‘Omega is an enhanced clone’ ‘haha funny’ ‘I literally dna tested her ???’
“What is all this stuff Azi?” illegal
Hunter’s box with name on it with his spare bandanas and the picture !!! who took it vote pls
Omega holding Azi’s hand 🥹
the boys in their blacks 💕💕💕
every time I hear “good soldiers follow orders” another piece of my heart shatters I swear
“It’s not your fault, you can’t help it” ~ OMEGA MADE CROSSHAIR SMILE 😭😭😭😭😭 HIS FACE SOFTENED AND HE SMILED IM SCREAMING CRYING THROWING MYSELF INTO ORBIT
when the shock trooper hits Hunter, Echo bends down to check him 🥹
LEAVE CROSSHAIR ALONE
the last thing Crosshair heard before they fried his brain was Hunter saying “we stay together” what if I cried forever ???
Omega copying Hunter 🥹💕
Tech covers his own mouth when Wrecker talks too loud 🥹
“Where’s the girl” Hunter: “girl? Idk what you’re talking about” Echo: I will literally murder you all
pull the lever kronk
I love how they show they don’t always kill people.. like the regs groan a little lmao
Omega knows Crosshair is coming before Hunter does !! she turns and looks at the door and says they don’t have to go far to find him…..y’all tell me how she knew he was there before Hunter …..
Crosshair calls Hunter “sergeant” 😭😭
Crosshair shoots Wrecker in the same spot he got short earlier 😠bro give my mans a break!!
Nala Se! thanks for the override girlie
Omega has perfect aim !!! It’s all about tuning out distractions
I don’t even want to think about how Crosshair feels watching them fly away without him 🥲 he looks more sad that angry to me idk
Omega distracting Wrecker while he’s being treated 💕💕
Wrecker: “it’ll take more than a blaster shot to take me down!” Echo: bruh 😑
“We know a guy” YAYAYAYAY
Omega in the front seat like 🤩
and that’s part 2 of ep 1 done my friends!!!
I hope you enjoyed it !! Episode 2 up next 💕
#louk’s bad batch rewatch#star wars#omega bad batch#omega tbb#tbb omega#the bad batch hunter#tbb hunter#hunter tbb#hunter the bad batch#bad batch hunter#wrecker tbb#tbb wrecker#wrecker bad batch#bad batch crosshair#crosshair tbb#tbb crosshair#crosshair the bad batch#tech bad batch#bad batch tech#tbb tech#tech the bad batch#bad batch echo#echo tbb#tbb echo#clone trooper echo#arc trooper echo#sergeant hunter#crosshair bad batch#hunter bad batch#the bad batch
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Quali Shenanigans: Japan Edition…. (Sleep deprived and alcohol don’t mix here. P.S im not drunk or anything I’m just tired)
Logan crashing in Q1😭😭😭 I feel like that could have happened to anyone but okay, lowkey sad for Logan.
Okay Liam making top 4, in Q1….🫢🫢🫢
I forgot Max will get revealed rather or not he won the world champion in Qatar next week😂 I thought we been knew that Maxi Taxi was gonna win the WDC this year…..
Also Kevin, making Q2, okay king….😂😂
Not the Mercedes and Ferrari drivers trying to prove who’s the number 1 driver 😂🤦🏽♀️. Man y’all Second drivers to each other calm down.
Oscar having a problem in the pit lane in Q2 before he went out…. Man seriously… he was P2 so it’s okay. Wait never mind they told him to stay in the pits okay never mind. Scratch that one…
Charles getting P1 in Q2… gurl excuse me…🤦🏽♀️🫣🫣
Not Liam getting out of Q2… the fuck.. okay then😮😳 lowkey shocked that Yuki knocked his ass out…😂😂
Also Alex getting out of Q2… why???😭🥲
I didn’t know that Alonso has been in every Q3 this year… Damn king still got game… in a way🫢🙊😂
Of course Max setting the fastest lap as we go🤦🏽♀️🙄 asshole😂😂 just kidding we love max here😍
Not Lando getting behind Oscar… damn right boy, let the start Rookie have a chance..😂😂 we still have 7 minutes to go….
Not Perez getting a rookie ahead of him… boy bffr….. 4 minutes to go… (I just want to go to sleep it’s 2 am here… Save me)
If max breaks another track record here I swear….
Of course max get 1:28 in the end….🤦🏽♀️💀
OSCAR GOT P2……. WHAT THE FUCK IM GONNA CRY😭😭🥺🥺🩵🩵
Also Both McLaren’s in the top 3… pop off boys😍😍🩵
Oscar finished ahead of Lando as well, Lando I think you need to start getting ready to constantly be battling Oscar..😂😂
They where sevenths tenths of a seconds between the front of the field… damn (I hope that’s right.
The fact that They congratulated Oscar for that P2🥺🥺🥺 im sensitive now…
Also I didn’t know that Oscar was the 5th Australian to finish that high in quali…🥺🥺
Also Maxi Taxi pop off with yet again another P1 start for the race.
All the fans cheering for Oscar, damn right! He deserves it🥺👉🏼👈🏼🥺
Why is Oscar so Humble about the P2 start for tomorrow damn..🥺🩵
Also Lando being happy for Oscar… Im so soft for the McLaren Boys fuck me.
I’m hoping Oscar and Lando can end up on the podium tomorrow😭😭
Anyways Hope you all enjoyed this, whatever it is:) I’m gonna go cry cause Oscar did amazing in todays quali.
#formula 1#f1#lando norris#max verstappen#carlos sainz jr#charles leclerc#george russell#lewis hamilton#oscar piastri#yuki tsunoda#liam lawson#suzuka gp 2023#fernando alonso
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5 Nicknames Wayne Has for Eddie, and 1 He Has for Steve
Fandom: Stranger Things
WC: 2.2k
A/N: Okay, this kind of took on a life of its own, and it definitely isn't what I pictured when I first started writing this - sue me I love Steve and Eddie getting the parental love they deserve. Sorry if this is OOC, but I don't really care. Also, sorry there isn't a ton of tickling - I actually got carried away with the plot lol. Hope you enjoy!
TW: Mentions of parental neglect/abuse, brief mention of self harm, sad!Steve - if these things aren't going to be good for you, please don't read! Take care of yourself first. I love you.
To his parents, Steve Harrington had always been Steven, or boy, if he was in big trouble. For the longest time, through most of high school, that’s just how Steve thought everyone’s parents were. Distant. Chilly. Busy. Then, he met Dustin, and by extension, Dustin’s mother. He noticed that she never seemed to call Dustin by his full name, always Dusty, or Dust, or (on one memorable occasion that Steve would never let him live down) Dusty-bun. Still, Steve thought that the Hendersons must be a special case. Maybe that’s why it took him by surprise when he heard Wayne call his nephew all manner of affectionate nicknames.
The first one he took note of (and later teased Eddie for), he witnessed at a movie night with Rob and Nancy at Eddie’s trailer. They were all just settling in; Robin was throwing popcorn at Eddie who failed to catch it in his mouth each time, and Nancy was trying not to show her amusement. Steve was spreading out the Munson’s worn cotton quilt over all of them when Wayne appeared, ready to set out for a night shift at the plant.
“Y’all have fun tonight,” Wayne says.
“Thank you, sir,” Steve says after a beat. “Have a good night.”
“Jesus Christ, Harrington, call me Wayne,” the older man said.
Steve blushed when Eddie snickered at him. “Sorry sir - I mean, sorry,” he said, something deep in his soul preventing him from calling adults by their first names.
Wayne sighed, but his eyes were twinkling. “Well, maybe some a’ your manners’ll rub off on this one,” he said, reaching over the couch and ruffling Eddie’s hair. Eddie shook Wayne off with a yelp.
“I have impeccable manners, I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about, you old geezer,” Eddie said indignantly.
Wayne just snorted before bending down to press a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “G’night, kiddo. I’ll be back around 8.”
Steve suddenly felt the need to look anywhere else. He swallowed past a lump in his throat and pointedly does not try to remember the last time a parental figure did anything more than give him a firm handshake.
***
The second time he noticed Wayne call Eddie something other than his name actually worked pretty well as blackmail material. It was the week before finals and Steve had offered his services as a study buddy. Eddie was pacing back and forth while Steve sat on the couch and held up flashcards.
It was around eight in the evening, and Eddie had just finished what Steve had counted to be his third cup of coffee since they started studying that afternoon. The caffeine manifested itself quite obviously in Eddie’s stimming, one hand flapping at his side while the other twirled through his hair, and he bounced on his toes whenever he had to pause his pacing to read the flashcards.
“Why don’t we take a break?” Steve suggested, standing up and stretching his arms above his head.
Eddie grinned, poking the strip of skin where Steve’s shirt had ridden up and making him shoot his arms down with a yelp. “Perfect, I need more coffee anyway.”
“Um, how many cups does that make now?” Steve asked.
“Exactly enough, now quiet down about my caffeine habits. Oh, hey Wayne,” Eddie said as Wayne came through the front door.
Wayne eyed the way Eddie’s hand shook as he poured himself another cup of coffee. “You sure that’s the best idea there, squirt?”
Eddie squawked indignantly and Steve hid a smile behind his hand. “You can’t call me that, I’m at least two inches taller than you.”
Wayne rolled his eyes, “I’ll call you a squirt when you’re actin’ like a squirt, and from what I can see you’re actin’ exactly like the hyperactive eight-year-old you were when you first got here. Evenin’, Steve.”
Eddie put a hand over his heart and threw his head back dramatically, “Oh, woe is me, even my own uncle is against me now! Also, I was absolutely not that bad.”
Wayne cocked an eyebrow and looked at Steve, “I used to have him run circles around the trailer before bedtime.”
Steve threw his head back in a (frankly embarrassing) guffaw. “That is one of the least surprising things I’ve ever heard.”
Eddie pouted, but Steve could tell he was holding back a smile.
***
The third nickname Steve hears, he’s pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to.
He was on the Munsons’ couch, dozing underneath that old cotton quilt that now feels more like home than Steve’s own house ever had. It was the middle of the night, so when a shout jerked Steve awake, he reached blindly for his nail bat before realizing he wasn’t in his bed. Steve took a moment to reorient himself before stumbling to his feet when he heard a sob that was unmistakably Eddie.
Before he could make his way into Eddie’s room, however, he heard a low, crooning voice, and Steve realized with an aching drop in his stomach that Eddie wasn’t alone (Steve tried to think of a time when he himself woke from a nightmare and wasn’t alone). Despite every polite instinct in his body, Steve pressed his ear against the door and listened.
“Shhhhh, darlin’ it’s okay. You’re okay,” Wayne said between Eddie’s hiccups, softer than Steve had ever heard from the man before.
“Wayne,” Eddie gasped in such a broken way that made Steve feel like a piece of shit for being jealous.
“I know. I know, darlin’. I’ve got you.”
“Cross your heart?” Eddie asked, sounding years younger.
“Cross my heart,” Wayne answered. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
Steve suddenly came back to himself and remembered that he was eavesdropping on a very personal moment. Quietly as he could, Steve padded back to the couch and slipped under the quilt.
A few minutes or a few hours later, Steve was on the edge of sleep. Vaguely, the part of his brain that was still awake heard the squeak of a door hinge and the footfalls of a man who was trying his hardest to avoid the creaky spots in the floor.
Steve decided he must be dreaming. That was the only explanation for the oh-so-soft brush of a weathered hand through his hair, with a tenderness that Steve had never experienced, gentle in a way that made Steve feel like someone precious.
Definitely a dream, Steve thought to himself as he succumbed to sleep.
***
The fourth time Steve noticed a nickname, he was distracted by what followed immediately after.
Eddie had been running his mouth (as usual), but today he seemed to catch Wayne in a particularly mischievous mood. Steve wasn’t really even paying attention - all he knew was he suddenly shot out of his chair when Wayne strode across the room to tower over Eddie, who shrunk into the couch.
“Sounds to me that you need a bit of an attitude adjustment, wiseass,” Wayne said, and Steve steeled himself to step between the two of them before - wait. Was Eddie smiling?
Eddie wrapped his arms protectively around his torso, shaking his head back and forth, face lacking any of the fear that Steve expected to find, and actually quite giddy, what the hell, “No, no Wayne I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I promise - wahahahahait!”
And Steve sat down, all the adrenaline draining out of his body when he realized that Wayne wasn’t going to hurt Eddie - he was going to tickle him.
“Should have thought of that before you poked fun a’ my mug collection,” Wayne scolded playfully, one hand squeezing Eddie’s thigh while the other dug into his ribs with vigor. Eddie howled, a laugh Steve had never heard from him before this, and, he realized, he wouldn’t mind hearing it again.
“Ihihihihi’m sohohorry,” Eddie giggled out, twisting back and forth but ultimately doing very little to dislodge his uncle’s hands.
Until, that is, Wayne used both of his hands to scribble at Eddie’s hips, and the guy actually screamed. Steve couldn’t help but laugh at the sound, and Wayne shot him a fond look.
“My nephew ever push your buttons a little too much, Harrington, this is an excellent way to get him back in line,” Wayne said with one final tickle to Eddie’s belly that made him squeak and curl up. Then he seemed to register Wayne’s words, and shot an alarmed look at Steve, ears turning bright red. Steve had the distinct impression that he had forgotten Steve was in the room.
“Oh, I assure you, Mr. Munson, I will definitely be putting that information to good use,” Steve said, grinning and wiggling his fingers at Eddie, who hid his face in his hair.
Wayne just chuckled and pressed a kiss to the crown of Eddie’s head.
And Steve was getting better at not comparing his situation with Eddie’s, so he felt proud when he only felt a brief tug of longing in his heart at the gesture.
***
The graduating class of 1986 threw their caps into the air, and Steve got to his feet to whoop and holler with the rest of the Party. Eddie had lived up to his word and had flipped Principal Higgens off with gusto upon receiving his diploma, much to the Party’s amusement (and Wayne’s, though he tried to keep a straight face).
And maybe it was the heat of the July day. Maybe it was the fact that Steve was going on 36 hours with no sleep. Maybe it was the echo of his father’s phone call from the day before, his distant voice reminding him to make sure the house was spotless for their visit next week (their first visit since Vecna), not even deigning to ask how Steve was.
Regardless, whatever the reason, when Steve watched as Wayne threw his arms around Eddie, and gruffly but loudly proclaimed, “Edward James, I am so goddamn proud of you,” a sentiment Steve knew he would never hear from his own parents, well, something in Steve broke.
Before he even knew what was happening, Steve found himself running, running, running away, throwing himself roughly into his car and reversing out of his parking spot so fast that his tires squealed. The tears clouded his eyes as he drove, and he wiped his eyes, furious at himself. For making Eddie’s day about his own issues, for wanting something he knew he would never have.
He pulled into the quarry and he threw himself out of the car and onto the ground, some sick part of himself relishing the sting of the gravel on his shins. He screamed, as loud as he possibly could, and the sound of his pain echoed across the water. He screamed until his throat felt like it was bleeding, until the sound wouldn’t come out right, and then he just cried.
The tears came even faster when he felt strong arms encircle him and squeeze, and he fought to turn and look at the person. Panic shot through him like lightning when he was met with a deeply concerned Wayne Munson.
“N-no, no, you can’t be here, you can’t, you should be with Eddie, celebrating, I’m s-so sorry -”
“Easy, easy son, take a breath,” Wayne said, and it was that tone, the same way he spoke to Eddie after his nightmare, that sucked all the fight out of Steve. “Eddie’s gone to the party at the Wheelers, he won’t miss me for ten minutes. He’s gonna miss you, though, if you don’t show.”
He slumped in Wayne’s arms, and for the first time in his nineteen years, let himself be held. Wayne murmured soft things into his hair while he cried himself out.
When he found he had no more tears, Wayne pulled back to look at Steve. He wiped the rough pad of his thumb underneath his eyes, and if Steve wasn’t so tired that would have made him tear up again. As it was, he just watched Wayne, waiting for the man to pass judgment.
“You’re a good kid, Steve,” Wayne said quietly. “And I don’t know what’s got you so worked up, but I can guess.”
Steve turned his eyes to the ground in shame, feeling caught out, but Wayne just tilted his chin up so their eyes met again.
“It took a long time before Eddie trusted me enough to let me love him. I won’t tell you if he hasn’t, but his father was a piece of work. When he’d come to stay with me, he had himself convinced that love just weren’t in the cards for him. We both had to do a lot of work to prove him wrong.”
Steve swallowed.
“I’m gonna tell you what I’ve been telling him for years. You always have a place to stay under my roof. You will never be a bother. I want you to know that you got people in this world that cares about you. You hear me?”
It took Steve a minute before he found his voice. Hoarsely, he said, “Yes, sir.”
Wayne snorted and pulled Steve back into his chest. “One of these days, son, I’m going to get you to call me Wayne.”
Steve laughed wetly. “Good luck with that, sir.”
After a few minutes or a few hours, they got to their feet, Wayne with a few noises of protest at the strain on his knees. “Meet you at the Wheelers’, kiddo?”
Steve smiled shyly. “Okay.”
And as he drove back towards his friends (his family, his brain supplied), Steve felt something settle softly behind his ribs. He rolled down the windows and let the summer breeze ruffle his hair. He smiled. He was going to be okay.
#tickle fic#kind of#in that there is tickling in the fic#stranger things#steddie#it's implied in this one#tickling#tfb community#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson#wayne munson#might be my favorite character
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“Savour the warmth of the sun, you are reborn”
Imagine being kept in darkness for 200 years, then one day finally feeling the sun on your skin again. It would be euphoric, bliss, it would be all encompassing. Astarion doesn’t let himself express feelings very often and keeps his real emotions pretty tight to his chest but god I just know feeling that sunshine for the first time shattered him and put him back together a bit. The mix of anger and sadness that he’s been kept away for so long while also being in pure bliss that he’s STANDING IN THE SUN AGAIN. I have so many feelings about him but anyways here I hope y’all enjoy this pretty boy crying drawing
This was referenced from a video of Michael Sheen crying and looking absolutely gorgeous while doing so.
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omg hi babes its the anon that previously talked abt demon chuuya!!! (boy u sure do reply fast LMAO) ur art makes me want to run a marathon to hell and back BECAUSE OMG??? DEMON CHUUYA IS SO *drools and throws head bacj* I AM OBSESSED u ahve fed my demon chuuya brainrot niw time to cry abuot the fact that he isnr reak while imagingf havong rough sex (okay hesr me out on tyat one) with hin!!! p.s u should ttoalujy open nakahara-verse requests i think that'd be very fun to see u do :3
i'll probably come back to chit chat w u again but anyway FAREWELL FOR NOW AND HAVE A GRAND DAY!1!!! (you'll know who i am because of my horrble spekkinf i loev chuuya so mucg pls tell mw u can undertsnad everything i just said)
Omg, the long texts get me every time (fastest way to my writer heart fr).
I’m glad you enjoy my Chuuya art cause every time I show them to my irl friends they pretty much go “here we go again 🧍♀️🧍🧍♂️” BECAUSE THEY DON’T GET IT, THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SO DOWN BAD FOR THE BEST BF MATERIAL 😟 It’s so sad to see others have bad taste in fictional men 😔
And as for a Nakahara-Verse smut week, I’ll be sure to put Demon Chuuya on the list. I just need to figure out the other six tbh cause I’m not as creative as some of y’all are when it comes to that stuff 😭
Also, I hope you have a great day as well, make sure to stay hydrated and have a nice little snack for yourself :)
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I WAITED ALL THIS TIME FOR CUTTER’S TRAGIC BACKSTORY AND IT’S THAT HE GOT HIS TELESCOPE STOLEN AS A TEENAGER AND DECLARED REVENGE?
Oh, well then, forget Hilbert’s family dying of radiation, Jacobi’s guilt over his failures, and Maxwell’s alienation from her family, THIS was the sad villain backstory the show was building up to. And Cutter is so serious about it too, y’all I can’t. 🤣
(Or my reaction to Wolf359’s Special Episode: Volte Face)
Hi Dear Readers. Gonna be doing some work during this one, but I hope you like the reaction regardless because I've put off enough, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Here we go!
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Special Episode: Volte Face
Huh. A few years before the start of the show. This should be interesting.
Oh ew Rachel.
Wait is this her origin story?
Enlil (yes I looked up the spelling this time, yes I was careful, and yes I did this after the reaction) is so cheery. Like Cutter if he was actually nice.
Wait. Why are they calling her “Miss. Nash”?
Oh. They tried to kill her at the hotel. And she seems to know they’d try to do this, is totally okay with it, and willingly getting on a plan with them? Okay?
Don’t like this David Clark fellow.
Nash is not nice Enlil. She’s not nice at all.
Does Cutter kill or hire all the reporters that come to his door? If so, I hope Minkowski’s husband is okay.
The safety video is on mute? That’s symbolic.
The AI is the only character I like.
Andrea Nash? Am I hearing this wrong, I swear that’s Rachel Young.
So Enlil got the job Hera wanted. Flying a fancy jet all day. Hera did say that’s what happens when you’re happy and do as you’re told.
Huh. Did not expect Cutter to be a Harry Potter fan.
Ew not Cutter doing the “welcome to Wolf359” I hate it.
Was Goddard the OG Marcus? Wright-Goddard? Interesting… let’s see… 40s, 50s, 60s… AI.
Renamed in 1974… so that’s significant. Also when Cutter says “things no monkey could do” why do I think he means humans?
1976. So that’s when he took control.
People? I don’t like the sound of that.
Change the world for the better? …no. I respectfully disagree.
Oh she’s not asking about certain things. Restraining bolt?
“where were we” “how you were gonna change the world for the better” 🤣 yeah. Right after he removes everyone’s free will, sure.
Are all these people that are being listed Cutter? That’s a lot of new people.
Right they all disappeared.
Do the names of the stars have a similar pattern that the fake names have?
What does she mean by “I have EVERYTHING”? What is everything? Like… everything everything?
Oh they got that restraining bolt.
David. I think Cutter might decide to give you the restraining bolt instead.
“The same reason you don’t hold this job for more than a decade” DANG!
Matthew Newman?
Oh that’s him isn’t it? The real him?
IS THAT A GUN?
This escalated so quick.
Oh she got him. And Cutter took this so personally.
Come on Cutter. Drop the backstory. Oh Andrea Nash isn’t her name either.
Yep. Matthew Newman. Here he is.
Ah. A little high school student poking his nose where it didn’t belong. Oh so Cutter has been infatuated with aliens since he was a boy.
Wait. That’s it? The government took his telescope when he was 15 and he declared revenge? That’s his sad backstory? That’s the best he could do?
Oh and then he got fired when someone had to take the fall at the company. That too. But he still said he declared revenge when he was in high school? This is ridiculous. And further proof that science nerds who are also over dramatic theater kids cannot be trusted (expect for me because I’m special 🥰).
Oh so when Matthew left he gave the restructure order. I see… but then how did he get the new bodies?
He found Miranda Pryce. But how did she have the tech?
Maybe he used plastic surgery the first time around.
Oh. He was Miranda’s first test subject. And she wanted to manipulate the human body probably because of her blindness.
“Revenge is fun” “you can just steal one” “space exploration is only part of the bigger picture: progress. I want a better future” put those three statements together and tell me if you sound like a good guy, Cutter.
I see. So rather than stop him, Nash wants in so that she can have a hand in it. She’s just as gross as he is.
“No” *cuts to Andrea as Rachel head of special projects*
Cutter has seen Monsters Inc?
“More productive use” “Volte Face” okay this is the part where you should have brought a gun… oh the wave radiation. Good thing she’s knows that. I guess that’s enough to give Cutter the job.
Rough day for you David.
Oh she has to reinvent herself. Rachel. Yep. So this is how she got here. I don’t like her. She knows what Cutter’s about, and her response is she wants in? Absolute worst.
“Goodbye Miss. Nash”
Well that was sort of a dark ending. You either willingly give up your humanity to join Pryce and Cutter or they take it. One way or another.
Anyway, now we know more about Rachel and Cutter. Gotta say, his sad backstory is funnier and lamer than I could have ever imagined. I was, bear minimum, expecting something like the board members who pushed him out of the company were close personal friends, or maybe his parents yelled at him and forced him to give up his space dreams or even a line about the kids at school laughing at him for being a high schooler who believed in aliens. But nope. He stumbled upon something, got his telescope stolen by the government and was like “you know what? I’m gonna spend the rest of my life and several more lifetimes getting revenge for this specifically.” The people who took the dang telescope aren’t even alive anymore! Look, I get they also ransacked his house and yelled at him, which is a lot for a teenager, but to respond by declaring revenge then and there and plotting world domination, I just…
I mean, I guess the moral of the story is don’t inconvenience a young science genius if they’re also a dramatic theater kid. Because they will immediately jump to world domination and change their name as part of that process and befriend(?) an evil woman who gives them next level tech. It’s happened too many times in too many of my fandoms (well two so far, show Curtain and Cutter. At least show Curtain’s sad thing was that his family left him. Still not an excuse considering his brother was also a kid at the time, but it’s better than a telescope).
I can see why you all hyped this up. It’s hilarious, but also shows how being affiliated with Cutter makes people slowly lose their humanity (again, one way or another) despite Cutter calling himself a “people person”.
Also if Rachel knows about the modified bodies, does that mean she has one? Or maybe she’s not old enough yet.
On a more serious note: Rachel’s character makes me sad. She could use her powers for good and expose so many bad people. And it sounds like she did for a while. But then she decided to sell out. Disappointing. What a waste. And since Rachel and Andrea were both fake names… we might never learn who she really is. Or maybe that doesn’t matter, since that person, who ever she was, no longer exists. Again, Cutter and Pryce do specialize in taking away other people’s humanity.
Well. Only 2 hours left. Not tonight, but later. When I have time to really sit and give a good listen. We’re in the endgame now dear readers. I hope y’all are ready!
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And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God
Summary: The afterlife means many different things, for many different people. Religions, faiths and beliefs all wonder what happens when you pass on. For Eddie, it’s finally going home.
Pairing: Eddie Munson
Word count: 2,080
Warnings: V ANGSTY NEAR CRIED WHEN I WROTE THIS YOU’VE BEEN WARNED, angst to fluff, heavy themes of death, heavy themes of pain and sadness, has a bittersweet ending to it, mentions of bad fathers, themes of bullying, themes of depression, themes of bereavement. just a real bad time all ‘round but it’s good at the same time? idk read at your own risk okay
AN: Had a breakdown, started working on it, bon appetite. I’m fully on the camp of ‘Eddie’s still alive and the Duffer Brothers are being very fucking mean arseholes by making us wait for two years’ but I like to think what Eddie’s version of Heaven is. And I think it would be this. Because for me, it would be seeing my Dad again. Aight I’m gonna start crying again. Anyway, enjoy. Love y’all, make sure to give yourselves aftercare if you need it. Also, before I leave, the inspo for this bit of writing is Placebo’s ‘cover of Running Up that Hill because it makes me sob.
Eddie always figured that dying would hurt. And he was right.
He could remember sharp teeth tearing into flesh, the sickening sounds of ripping and chewing barely audible over the sound of his screams. It was as if he had been dipped in hellfire; bathed in the flames and forced to stay conscious for it all.
He remembered the tenderness that fuelled Dustin’s careful movements as he was pulled into the young boy’s lap. Looking up and thinking Thank God. Thank God I’m not going to die alone. The small part of him that was still aflame felt guilt. Here he was, after seeing so many horrors, now having to watch someone die in his arms. Dustin was too young for all this. A child in a veteran’s uniform, battle scars where medals should have adorned him. He wanted to say so much to him. Tell him he was proud, and that he was so sorry for bowing out so soon, and there wouldn’t be an encore. But all he could manage to force from his lungs, choking on his own blood, were the most important things that he could think of through the haze.
“I didn't run away this time, right?”
I’m sorry that it had to end this way. But I would do it again, if it meant you were safe. Please, just tell me I did the right thing this time. Tell me that I didn’t die in vain. That Chrissy didn’t die in vain. Please tell me that I did the right thing for once in my life, please.
“You're gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”
From the moment I first saw you in that Weird Al shirt, I knew I had to protect you from the worst this world had to offer. You were so scared, and I knew that feeling well. I didn’t want you bringing home bloody noses and crying yourself to sleep from the cruel words running through your mind on a loop, just like I did. But you’re going to have to do the same for others, okay? I know you can do it, Dustin. You’re so strong, and so kind. I just hope I helped you, that I did a good job protecting you.
“I think it’s my year, Henderson. I think it’s finally my year.”
For once in my life, I’m not a burnout that sells pot to make ends meet and can’t graduate. I saved people. I’m nothing like my old man, who would have turned tail the second shit went sideways. I did the right thing, for once in my fucking life. I can rest, knowing that. It’ll be okay.
“I love you, man.”
I love you. Thank you for staying with me, so I wasn’t alone in the last moments. That’s all anyone asks for, right? To not leave this world without someone watching over them? Soon, the pain’s gonna stop. After all, to die would be an awfully big adventure, wouldn’t it? I love you, man.
I love you.
The last words on his lips stained with cruor was a declaration of the warmth, care and adoration for one of his best friends. Before he was pulled into the blackness, a numbness, nothingness, seeping into his very soul that couldn’t be explained with the human language. Something that could only be experienced during the last moments of someone’s life. The smoke that rises from the candle of the soul when it’s snuffed out. The black sands of time, the last few grains meeting the bottom of the hourglass. His last words weren’t a complaint, or a curse, or a cry of anguish.
It was love.
It was love, as pure as the bright light that surrounded him, bathing him in a peaceful warmth. It was as if he had blinked, but more instant than that. It was as if he was always in this room. It took him a few seconds to recognise it.
He recognised the pale yellow walls first. He remembered his Mother singing along to Here Comes the Sun as she painted them, covering up the disgusting beige that was underneath it. Dressed in old overalls spattered with paint and a rag as a bandanna to keep her wild brown curls out of her face. Could remember being six years old, watching with curiosity from the covered up couch, and thinking she was the prettiest woman this side of the Wabash river. The way that she looked back and smiled at him, the corners of her eyes crinkling and her giggle sounding like silver bells.
She had dome everything to make this place a home, no matter how little money they had. She’d scrimped and saved for paint, and had traipsed around countless yard sales and flea markets for good furniture. Sure, the couch was a little lumpy, and the coffee table had a deep gouge running down the middle. But that didn’t matter when the home was filled with such earnest warmth and comfort. His old man had left by this time; had walked out in the middle of the night and never came home. And at so young an age, he knew he was truly relieved to see the back of him. Just him and his Mom, in this run down home that still had cracks, but was more than enough.
So what was he doing back here?
Looking down at himself, he could see he was wearing his favourite shirt, one that he had lost long ago. The faded Anthrax shirt that Wayne had bought him for Christmas, now without the tears of being flung around the Hawkins High parking lot during a brawl. Now, it was as pristine and soft as he had remembered. His most comfortable ripped jeans and sneakers, and his prized possessions of the leather jacket and battle vest fitting like a second skin. No blood, no bite wounds, no pain. He felt the best that he had ever felt. He even smelt of his favourite cologne.
The sounds of humming made his head snap towards the source; the kitchen. He knew the humming well. The melodies that had stopped the day she died, and no song had never sounded the same since. He thought he would feel fear, or confusion. But all he could feel was content. Like this was the place he was meant to be all this time, and the living world was only temporary. The confidence of that knowledge fuelled him to take the steps towards the archway, rounding the corner to be met with the figure he wanted to see so badly.
Wayne had always said that Eddie took after his Mom. And that was true. Who could deny the matching halo of curls, and the deep umber eyes? He had his father’s nose, but that was it. Everything else was purely her. And here she was. Harmonising her favourite song as she chopped up vegetables, the pale pink apron that he’d clung to so often as a child still tied around her waist. He took in her profile; the slight upturned nose and slightly parted glossy lips. His heart fluttered like a trapped bird in his ribcage, lips breaking into a grin.
“Mama?”
She turned her head to him, a slight look of confusion on her face for only a second before it became one of joy. The same little crinkle around her eyes that he remembered so vividly as she put down the knife and opened her arms, an offering for an embrace. “Hey baby,” she whispered, voice so soft and gentle that he could cry.
It was near automatic, closing the gap between them and throwing his arms around her. He was taller than her now, no longer having to wrap his arms around her thighs. Now, he practically towered over her, and he could bury his face into the crown of her head. She still smelled the same. Like lavender and roses, a scent that had long faded from his lungs now filling them. He held her so tightly that he was surprised he didn’t crush her, but he couldn’t stop. What if she was going to go again, leave him all on his own like she did ass those years ago? But if she had any complaints, she wasn’t voicing them. Tears welled in his eyes, and he squeezed them shut to stop them from falling. “Mama, I… I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too sweetheart,” she mumbled into his chest, slightly pulling away to look up at him. Her eyes flickered over all his features, a grin spreading across her face as her hands came up to cup his jaw. He leaned into it, savouring the warmth of her palms. “God, I- look at you,” she chuckled, the pad of her thumb coming up to carefully caress the skin just under his eye. “You’ve got so big, huh? Still the same handsome face, though.”
He couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled from his chest, too scared to even blink in case she was going to vanish. “It’s been twelve years, Mom. And I missed you. Every single day.”
“I missed you too baby,” she whispered. “But… You’re here so much earlier than I thought. What happened?”
He shook his head, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. She was still there. This was all real, and she wasn’t a figment of his imagination. He thought reality was the last life, but this… All his senses seemed to work so much better. He could smell the comforting scent of his Mother, could smell his favourite meal – one that he hadn’t had in thirteen years – being cooked on the stove that only she could work just right. He could feel her soft hands on his face, the sensation grounding him. Could see her beautiful features that mirrored his own, looking up at him like he hung the moon. That past life all felt like a horrible nightmare, one that he was just waking up from. One that he didn’t want to tell her about just yet.
He shook his head slowly, a shy smile flitting across his lips as he rubbed his fingers over the small of her back, enjoying the feeling of her soft cotton dress against his skin. “I’ll tell you later.” Later, he figured, could mean any time in the future. And he had the feeling that he would be here for a joyful eternity. “Is this Heaven?”
“I think so,” she nodded, her hand coming up to brush errant hairs away from his face. “And my Heaven just got better, now you’re here with me.”
His chest tightened, and he couldn’t stop the heaving sob as he hugged her again, holding her so close as if he was trying to pull her into himself. Burying his face into her neck, inhaling her perfume as if he would never smell it again for the second time around. It wasn’t sadness, though, that fuelled his cries. It was happiness. Pure, unfiltered joy, that he finally had what he always wanted. What he wished for every single night, especially when the day had been hard.
He had his Mama back.
“Ssh, none of that,” she cooed, a gentle chide as she rubbed his back soothingly. “I’m here, baby. I’m here for you, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
“Pinky swear?” he mumbled, causing the woman to softly laugh. To the two of them, a pinky swear had been stronger than any laws. It meant that the one promising would move mountains, just to make it happen. He hadn’t made a pinky swear for so long. Not ever since it didn’t feel the same, when her delicate little finger encircled his.
“Pinky swear,” she echoed, pressing a kiss to his temple.
If this was Heaven, this was the perfect final act. He had the only person that he truly wanted more than anything in this world, back in the home where he knew love without a price tag. No more bruises and broken bones, or cruel words with such abundance that he could drown in them. No more knowing cold, or hunger, or hardship. No more loss and anguish, no more mourning.
He knew it, deep in his gut. Now he was here, all that negativity would be washed away. It was all worth it, to finally be here.
It was finally worth it to be home.
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