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msmarvelouswinchester · 5 months

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If We Love Again

Summary: Whatever problems we had back then don’t exist anymore. It’s why we have this second chance, and we can’t throw it away. -Michelle Maddow

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N (Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

WC: 1942

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Post-canon where DEAN IS ALIVE, kinda sappy, body-shaming (not by the boys), hugs and kisses

Square Filled: Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong ( @taylorswiftbingo )

A/N: Alright. Alright. Hello you people! Jfc, how long has it been? A lot of things happened (personal matters and fandom problems too) so I took a break. Kind of gave up writing for a bit. Then two boys - Alex and Henry (RWRB fandom, I'm looking at you) got me back to writing! And of course I had to write for my baby, Dean Winchester!

And I've also lost my taglist. So sorry for not tagging anyone in this.

Completely unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

“What’re you doing here?” The usual routine of the bunker had been thrown off-kilter when Y/N had appeared, looking…frazzled. Maybe a tad smile but her eyes shone with unshed tears. And she was drenched to the bones and panting like she had run a mile to get to the bunker. The man welcomed her inside, saying, “Come in first, you are fucking wet.”

The words slipped and the man’s eyes widened, expecting a snobbish remark from her about the word and its placement in the sentence but soon enough, he frowned because Y/N didn't comment on the…apparent opportunity of turning the entire conversation inappropriate. Like she always did. But today, she wordlessly accepted the man’s gratuitous welcome and headed inside the old establishment.

Once at the end of the stairs, she said, rather whispered, “Hey Dean. Can you do me a favour? I need a hug.” If Dean didn't know what heaven looked like, he would have guessed he had ascended to heaven at Y/N’s request.

Dean, who had sprinted down the steps, looked at her and nodded, opening his arms. Y/N stepped into the hug and wrapped her arms around his torso, hands finding the nape of his neck. Dean’s hands had also instantly found their shelter around her body. They stayed in the position for a while. Y/N inhaled deeply quite a few times. The unforgettable scent of cinnamon and gunpowder hitting her and she let the tears fall as she let her guard down for the first time that night and Dean’s hold around her tightened. The sobs that left her, wrecked his heart. Each wail was like a dagger to his chest. He hated seeing her sad. He rested his chin on the top of her head, the familiar smell of her shampoo gave him whiplash as the memories of…everything queued up inside his head. But he still didn't know what had prompted her to show up at her place. “Y/N, sweetheart, can you look at me? I need you to look at me,” Dean murmured, “please.”

His voice washed over her and the sobbing turned into sniffles. She sniffled against the now wet, snot-covered spot on Dean’s tshirt before her red-rimmed, puffy eyes found his worried green ones. “‘M sorry,” she whimpered.

“Hey, shh, what're you sorry for? For ruining my shirt? Oh, I'll just bribe Sammy to do the laundry,” Dean grinned but the worry never left his eyes.

“I just—Dean, I'm sorry for…s-showing up tonight unannounced…I shouldn't have…what was I even thinkin’? Dean, I’ll—uh…see myself out.” Y/N said, and fidgeted in Dean’s grip but he was reluctant to let go. Not when she had just shown up a few minutes ago and broke down in his arms.

Dean said, “Stop, Y/N. Stop. It's alright. That's what best friends are for.” Nope, not letting you go this time.

“But…” Did you forget the part where we dated and broke up and vowed to never see each other again because it would break our hearts even more?

“No buts,” Dean said, as if he could read the thoughts in her head, “Whatever happened…happened. You were my best friend and you still are. If you need me, in a heartbeat, I'll be there for you. Do you understand that?” He glanced up, Jack if this is your doin’ because I pretty much dreamed about second chances last night then thanks, buddy.

Y/N nodded.

“Now let's go sit down. I'm gonna go find Sam and let him know you're here. And then we can go and kick some asses.” Dean gently guided her to his room in the bunker and sat her down on his bed, asking if she needed anything to drink, water or beer or anything to eat, knowing all they had was pie and a greasy two-days old burger in the freezer. They really needed to stock up their fridge more now they have started to live normal lives.

Y/N, though just asked for water.

Dean winked and said he would be back in a minute. And he was, with Sam in tow who had scooped her up in a giant hug. Oh, she had missed them.

“Hi, Sam. You look…different.” Y/N giggled at Sam in his formal clothes instead of the layers of plaid she was used to seeing on him. She had heard that the Winchesters had retired from hunting but seeing them bask in their post-retirement glory was astonishing.

“Yeah, had a makeover sorta, got myself a job and everything—”

“And a girlfriend,” Dean wiggled his brows and his brother blushed furiously. In between the conversation, Dean had handed Y/N a glass of water and sat down beside her on the bed.

She sipped on the water and hummed thoughtfully, “Who would have thought? Our little Sammy, all grown up!”

And for the first since her alarmingly sudden visit to the bunker, Y/N smiled.

“Oh shut up. Enough about me. Dean said something to me about kicking someone's asses. Do we have to bring out our hunting gear?” Y/N’s eyes widened at the question.

“No! Jesus, no guns. And no violence.” She warned the Winchesters.

“Can’t promise on the violence part, sweetheart!” Dean smirked. “So what happened?”

“Honestly. I think I'm good. It was a moment of…sadness but I'm oka—”

Dean cut her off, saying, “Y/N you were wailing. That was not nothing. Come on, tell us, we swear we'll be good.”

Y/N hesitated and Sam decided to put her out of her misery, “Whatever Dean says, if you don't feel comfortable in telling us. Don't tell.”

“Oh…” Dean sighed, “Yeah, I…I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. You seriously don't have to tell us, if you're not up for it.”

“It's just not that,” she swallowed hard. It should be easy to tell them, right? They were her best friends. She took a deep breath and said, “The guy, I am…or rather was dating—” She felt Dean tense up beside her and Sam side-eyed his brother but she continued “-well, he was an asshole. A dickhead. A fucking son of a bitch.”

Sam chuckled. “That's quite a description.”

“Yeah. So I applied for this job in NYC and well…I got it—” her heart soared in her chest as she watched the brothers’ faces split into a huge grin “-but this moron of my ex-boyfriend decided to throw my insecurities to my face because he didn't want me to go to NYC.”

Now looking back, Y/N didn't know why she was sad. She was angry. No, she was pissed because how dare a pathetic little man order her around about whether or not she should work in New York. “He was worried that I wasn't too pretty for the NYC girls, that I was too soft to survive in a big city like New York—”

This time Dean chuckled. Because Y/N wasn't soft, she was a hunter. Born into a hunter family only to give it all up because she wanted a quieter life. But she knew how to fight, how to wield a gun. And she was pretty. Too pretty and even after four years of breaking up, Dean’s heart still skipped a beat when she called his name, looked at his face and he was still enamoured by her very existence.

“So I told him that I would leave his sorry ass,” Y/N’s lips trembled, “and he said it was going to be the best thing because I wasn't worth enough for him to fight for because I…I am ‘too much’ and I…I don't put an effort into being the woman a man wants, no…needs. And in that moment, I got so sad, I needed to see you. Because I missed you guys so much. I missed this where no one judged me or at least didn't use to until…well, I…yeah. So, this is how I showed up here.”

“You're always welcome here, Y/N. And I'm sorry, things haven't been…good for a few years but don't think for a second we will judge you or not let you back into our lives,” Dean’s hands had snaked back around her waist, pulling her closer while she continued, “Well, he was kinda right. Don't you think? I talk too much. Sometimes I go on a ramble. I don't watch my diet—”

“That son of a bitch body-shamed you?” Dean was seething.

“Yeah. And he said, I was too much of a work to stay with. I have always been told that I'm too much of a work but it still hurts—”

Dean said, “Well the guy is an idiot. You aren't too much of a work, sweetheart.”

Y/N, this ain't gonna work. You want me. I want you but you don't want this hunting life while THIS hunting is my life. This relationship is going to be so much of a work and with Cain on the loose, I don't think I can put that much effort in this. Y/N gave Dean a soft smile, “I don't want to bring up old memories but you also said that, pretty much four years back.”

Sam’s mouth fell open. “What the hell, Dean?”

“W-I? I was under the influence of the mark, Y/N and you knew it. I pushed away so many people. Letting you go was my biggest mistake. And I regret it because I still fucking love yo—” Dean’s mouth snapped shut.

And for the second time, Sam exclaimed, “What the hell, Dean?”

“Yo–love…what?” Y/N whispered.

Dean turned towards his brother, “Sammy.”

“Yeah.” Sam quickly stepped out of the room.

“Y/N. Letting you go was my biggest mistake and never calling you up was my biggest regret. I should have called because I still need you. And now I have this life. You know I start a new job next week? It's a construction but yeah. And it got me thinkin’ about you. Yeah. I was thinking how I fucked us over and never got to tell you the truth. I never got over us, you. I…I never wanted you to go—”

“I remember very clearly you throwing me out of the bunker and telling me never to contact you again. You know what, showing up tonight was my bigges—”

“Son of a bitch, I can't believe I'm fucking doin’ this,” Dean murmured.

“Wha–” The rest of the question turned into a squeak and Dean’s lips crashed into her. And then the thoughts crashed into him. Fuck.

Dean immediately jumped back from her. “I'm so sor—”

“If you dare to say sorry for this, I am telling Sammy to shoot you in your dick, asshole,” Y/N panted, “Fucking come, kiss me, you moron!”

“You sure? You just had a breakup and…”

Y/N looked at Dean, “I know. But Dean, I had kept loving you all along and maybe by some, heaven’s grace—”

“Jack’s grace.”

“Who’s Jack?”

“God. Well, new God. Jack had been living with us…its a long story for another time.”

“Yeah so, by Jack’s grace, maybe it's my second chance at being with you. Loving you.” Dean’s breath hitched at her words, “Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong.”

So he walked up to her, and pulled her into a loving kiss. It was soft, eager and…just like old times.

They separated but their foreheads touched as they panted for air. “Second chance?” Dean asked

Y/N nodded, “Second chance.”

He smiled, “This time I'll leave no stones unturned to make this work. Because Y/N, sweetheart, you are worth everything.”

Oh boy, I'm kinda rusty XD

Let me know your thoughts! Comments are highly appreciated!

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x y/n #dean x y/n #sam winchester

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for telling my two friends that they might be “soulmates”?

okay for privacy sake i will use abbreviations… so i (27NB) have two coworkers-turned-friends named T (28M) and B (27M)… they had known eachother before i ever met them and were both to my knowledge straight and cis

the three of us game a lot and have hung out every week over the past 8 months since i met them. T and B feel like they could have been my brothers separated at birth; we get along great and have the same humor. they treat me like “one of the guys” and it gives me a lot of euphoria as a transmasc enby

some nights we spend listening to eachother talk about specific interests that each of us has. B is a DM and is obsessed with D&D, T loves politics and history so he rants about it a lot, and i’m into psychology and personality typing. we each like talking about these things but are casual-enjoyers compared to the respective person who has more of a die-hard obsession. it’s a good way to unwind; getting drunk or high and listening to somebody else go off the rails about a topic you enjoy

i just recently got a new book about personality typing. to sum up, it deals a lot with how others interact with eachother and what each person values (it’s a socionics book). tbh it’s all just fun for me, i love reading theories about behavior. both T and B have had me “type” them and they’re entertained by it so when i got this new book and we hung out two nights ago i was excited to have some drinks and rant about the book i’m reading…

they were excited, too. i was tipsy while ranting but i remember a lot of laughing and me pacing around while i talked. i may or may not have accidentally knocked over one of B’s lamps when i walked past it. but it was all just positive reactions to what i was talking about. i talked a lot their own personalities, but neither of them seemed bothered. they’ve said before that they kinda like it when i “psychoanalyze” them…

here’s where i maybe am an asshole.

after i got too drunk to keep ranting, we started playing mario kart. playing mario kart while drunk is hilarious tbh and we aren’t competitive people much. T and B are always pretty nice to eachother about it. so, in the last round we were playing B knocked T out of first place at the last second and other than a playful slap on the arm/joking insult T didn’t really seem to mind. he even complimented B on managing to do it while drunk. i’ve definitely had friends play mario kart and attack me for doing a lot less than what B did

so, stupid and drunk, i made the connection in my brain what two types they might be from the book i’m reading. i told them as much and they both seemed interested but want to know why i thought that. i pointed out that they are both a little soft around eachother and tend to have similar values. i explained the two types i thought they each fit and they seemed to agree up until i explained… that those two types are considered “soulmates” (the book also calls it “duality”) which might be why they are so close

immediately T got kinda defensive. he asked me what i meant by that and i stupidly told him more about it rather than noticing his tone. he was a little too quiet after i finished talking so i tried to make it better him by telling him it was “just pseudoscience” because honestly it is. when T didn’t speak for a minute or two after that, B got up to go to the bathroom.

i don’t have a super clear memory of what B’s reaction was since i was focused on T, but i vaguely remember him looking happy about it before T spoke and until i saw his face when he got up i figured he hadn’t been bothered. B is a bubbly kinda guy, always smiling, but when he left he looked hurt, sad…

i was pretty confused. i’m not great at social cues and even worse if nobody tells me how they feel. jfc add drunk on top of it and i’m lost. T and B are usually patient about that and talk it out with me but we only ended up hanging out for maybe 20-30 mins afterward and when T and i left to go home nothing had really been resolved.

i had kinda forgotten about it when i went to bed that night but the next day i woke up to a text from T that essentially said “can you not talk about B and i like that we’ve had this issue before and we’re not gay”

as a queer person, both trans and bisexual, this is always a weird situation for me to be in. i’m not sure how to explain to a straight cis guy that “soulmates” can be platonic. i just texted back saying okay and kinda left it at that and B hasn’t mentioned it not even when i saw him at work yesterday. he seemed kinda quiet once or twice but not much different.

but tonight i have a shift at the same time as T and i’m worried i was already an asshole but that i’ll be an even bigger asshole if i push this topic any further. idk it feels unresolved

tl;dr i implied two of my straight cis guy friends were “soulmates” and one of them got very awkward/defensive about it but the other got kinda sad. i want to ask them more about it and talk about it with them. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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tf2yall · 1 year

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Mercs react to being picked up

Scout

Kinda like a really fussy cat

Makes a big deal of it the first few times and tries to wriggle free.

"What da hell do you think you're doing? Put me down!"

Really doesn't like it in public because he wants to be the big strong man in the relationship >:(

Keep doing it and he'll get used to it. Still doesn't like it in public but won't mind being picked up in private. Still complains tho

Likes to be held but will never ever EVER admit it

Soldier

Doesn't even bat an eye tbh

Oh we're doing this now? Cool.

Soldier's a very touchy person, especially with people he likes so he's very okay with being picked up and carried. Very snuggly and probably wraps his arms around your neck

Don't expect him not to pick you up too tho! Scoops you up bridal style if he's in a playful mood or just straight up tosses you over his shoulder if there's something cool he wants you to go see

Pyro

Heart eyes mf

Pyro's pretty similar to Soldier in that they like both being held and holding their partner.

Loves to be picked up and will probably never stop bugging you to do it again if you do it once

Barely even needs to be supported because they cling like a cuddly little limpet

They're stronger than they look and will have no problem picking you up too

Extremely cuddly. Pyro takes this as an invitation to be in your personal space all the time now. Sorry, they're your best friend now. It's non-negotiable

Heavy

I'm sorry what

Kind of bluescreens because he's honestly impressed that you managed to pick him up

Thinks it's impressive that you're that strong but would really rather prefer you put him down. He just prefers to have his feet on the ground thanks

Would prefer to be the one picking you up altho he'd really prefer nobody get picked up tbh. Unless he's excited or really happy about something. Then he won't think twice about scooping you up and spinning you around!

Engineer

Another one of the mercs who just bluescreens

Definitely freezes for a second as his brain works to catch up with what just happened

Probably starts blushing really hard and gets exceedingly flustered.

"Aww shucks... I didn't know you were that strong, partner."

Again tho, please put him down. He would like to walk thank you very much

Probably won't pick you up either unless a) you ask or b) you're bleeding out and he has to move you to safety

Demo

Like Soldier, doesn't bat an eye

This is just par for the course with Demo. Honestly you'll have a hard time picking him up before he picks you up.

Likes to initiate a lot of playful touch. Wrestling, throwing each other around, ruffling your hair, etc.

Just kinda melts when you pick him up. Lol enjoy holding a Demo puddle.

May or may not fall asleep if you hold him for any length of time

Medic

Oh hello

Medic starts blushing the instant you pick him up. Kicking his legs and giggling

Starts joking about you being his knight in shining armor.

Probably has a crush on you now if he didn't already. Look, he's just into people who could easily squish him alright???

An overdramatic bitch if he's in the mood to be picked up

"No, I am afraid my injury is too bad! You will have to carry me!"

He stubbed his toe. Jfc medic

Spy

No. No. A million times no.

The first time you do it, he blushes fiercely and runs away and you don't see him for a week.

It is undignified and humiliating and you're going to ruin his reputation and how dare you

More inclined to like it in a romantic relationship but still makes a fuss about it.

That is, until he gets used to it and then he's demanding you carry him everywhere like a spoiled brat

Sniper

Kinda hard to pick up because he's a lanky fuck and he's got so much goddamn legs. It's like picking up a spider

Really really nervous that you're going to drop him. Has a death grip on your shirt

Sniper's pretty confident right up until something happens that he doesn't know how to deal with. Being picked up is one of those things. Probably hiding his face with his hat and blushing really hard and making a big fuss

Can't decide whether or not he likes it

Probably isn't going to stop complaining but he's also not squirming so idk make what you will out of that

#tf2 #mercs x reader #could also be platonic tho #scout #soldier #pyro #heavy #engineer #demo #medic #spy #sniper

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justallihere · 1 month

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re-reading in anticipation of the next chapter!

Honestly wished Vi was able to stab Brennan at least one more time before Xaden stopped her, but alas, we can't have everything. TBH Brennan probably wouldve died if Xaden didnt stop her

I am in love with the fact that X can gauge V's energy levels by her hair. It's such a small detail but mans is just so entranced, I LOVE IT

Will chocolate cake become a ritual between X and V? It seems like X uses it as a peace offering/olive branch to V, like during the coronation and the after the Brennan reveal.

Different question, but is everyone (iron squad, aretia peps) in sitq morally grey? including jesnia? I love how you've characterized everyone, it gives a very realistic tone imo!!!!

Will there be a moment that X holds V while she cries? It might never happen, but re-reading V crying on the rooftop just made me want to slap X across the head and tell him to go hold his crying wife lol, these two are too touch starved jfc

Every time you tell me you’re re-reading I die, it makes me so happy 🥹🥹

Yeahhhh if Xaden had waited another second he might no longer have a general! And Brennan is sort of important to his cause and also to Violet so it’s probably good he intervened

Xaden is canonically very observant and it just fits with his character that he notices all the little things Violet doesn’t say or want to admit and just does something about it without waiting for her to ask (because he knows she never would)

More chocolate cake moments to come!!! It is definitely an olive branch—Xaden’s way of saying “I’m trying to understand you so please let me and let’s talk like rational people” when Violet is overwhelmed. We’ll do that the other way around too :)

Everyone is very loosey goosey with their morals in this story for sure. I can’t imagine writing a character in this world who has a strict sense of morals, they’ve all been through so much shit and been lied to so many times, they’re just doing what they can to survive

I may or may not have a moment planned of Xaden holding Violet and wiping her tears

#storm in the quiet

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spopsalt · 1 month

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I found all of these on Pinterest TODAY. And I’m only gonna be able to unpack SOME of them.

“Better than the rest of the female population”? Jfc, did whoever make that one hate women or something? Because Catra is the lowest bar for a person. Not even a bar, that chick is the fucking floor.

I don’t even understand what the Jesus one is trying to say. But I don’t think I want to. Im pretty sure whoever made that is susceptible to falling into a cult. Which is fair, since this fandom essentially is one.

“We wants S4 Catra.” First off, I feel like they’re specifically saying S4 bc thats the season most people agree she’s legal. Second, that’s literally Catra ar her worse. Look, I understand liking villains. Im a simp for villain characters. But something tells me the type of person who made that meme doesn’t understand liking a villain and acknowledging they’re a villain. They probably think S4 is the best because she’s ‘Mommy’ or whatever, and would probably defend everything she did in that season and pretend she wasn’t a villain, without realizing S4 Catra (Every Catra really) would literally let someone die for being an inconvenience, try to murder suicide someone to prove a point, send someone to a death prison for saying no, and would essentially rip out someone’s pacemaker for a laugh. Yes, the perfect partner. 😒

“Why can’t Catra be real?” Well… Catra specifically doesn’t. But people like her do. Most of them are war criminals, dictators, politicians, mass murderers, abusers, ableists, rapists, people in positions of power, in jail, the type of person to hit someone for talking back, single for a reason, you get the idea. So, in short whoever is out here simping for Catra hopefully realizes the difference between reality and fiction when having a crush. And if they don’t, they need help. I’m not even getting into the fact about half of these are her as a minor (if not all of them.)

Btw, I’m not saying anyone who relates to Catra is a bad person like what I listed. You can relate to her and not actually be like her. But I think most if the toxic stans who ‘want someone like Catra’ are in it for the wrong reasons. I. E. ‘Mommy-dom Cat-girl UWU Catra’ which is literally just an abuser who has probably murdered a lot of people.

Exactly thank you! There's a disturbing amount of Catra simps and as a pansexual I can confirm I never simped for Catra (Or any fictional character if I'm honest) I mean I guess I could see why someone would due to some people simping for villain characters (For example I know a LARGE amount of the Rick and Morty Fandom want to smash Rick, there's literally an account dedicated to it) but I still don't get it. Whatever.

Also they should be happy that Catra isn't real because Catra would be in prison. Also who wants to be the Catra to my Adora...you mean who wants to be the abuser to my victim? I'm so incredibly distributed by Catra fans

#spop critical #spop salt #anti spop #spop crit #anti catra #spop discourse #spop criticism #anti catradora #antic//a #anti c//a

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poetry-protest-pornography · 6 months

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This is so, so funny to me.

Tew knows that Wahl hates him, and he knows that it'll piss him off to see him there. So he texts Guy twelve seconds after they say goodbye to ask him to let him know when he's arrived safely at home. Which he would've done anyway, because he cares a lot, and because it would make Guy happy to be reminded that he cares. But this has the bonus of annoying Wahl.

Look at that cute little wave! Big bad mafia man is in love, and Wahl is Big Mad that Guy is into it (even if our boy is super oblivious about it, he likes it).

And Tew's smug little face kills me! He's like "that's right, you use your phone and it makes Guy sad, I use my phone and he smiles at me, so there", and a clear "I see you, bitch".

(and good grief, Meen is so hot, jfc)

And Wahl is annoyed at the idea that Guy invited Tew over when it's meant to be their time. And even when Guy tells him that Tew just showed up, he can't help but try to turn Tew's interest in Guy into something negative, something dangerous, by implying that he's stalking Guy.

I do love that Guy is consistently standing up for Tew, and not letting Wahl get away with babyifying him, or making it seem like no one else could be interested in him. He's starting to assert himself and I'm so proud of him.

#my dear gangster oppa

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waynedunlaptheorgandonor · 1 month

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absolutely no hate toward the richonne fandom, i am très happy for you and hope you remain well-fed, but jfc, seeing those gifs on my dash makes the sleeper agent that lives in my internal organs start to roll around and threaten to wake from its slumber bc i Cannot think about anything but how badly i want to be well-fed as a caryl shipper, and i am so resentful at how much this show/ship still has a hold on me. 99% of the time i can suppress it, but the second something reminds me of caryl i start to become unhinged. this ship has permanently rewired the circuits in my brain and i will never be truly free 💀

(if caryl ever gets a sex scene or a proposal i think i will be fundamentally changed as a person 💀)

(i don't even watch towl!! i've just seen the gifs 💀)

(i miss caryl 😔)

#twd towl spoilers #but only super vague ones #this isn't actually about towl #i just don't want to spoil anyone about anything on accident #common courtesy and all that #anyway kill me #caryl #twd #dunlap tp

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vole-mon-amour · 11 months

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3x12, Jamie edition, part 3.

You fucking idiots, both of you. "He's fine." I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS, ROY KENT.

Coffee scene <3 Just make out already! Jfc!

Keeley is so sweet & deserves someone new who will take out all the drama of her life and bring only joy and no jealousy. Drop both Roy and Jamie, find yourself some Boss Ass Bitch for your happily ever after.

But hey, at least they're gonna talk! Hopefully. It was due, like, a couple of weeks ago. (Me who actually ships them) DROP THEIR ASSES, KEELEY.

Both? Neither?

LMAOO. She's the exact savage that we need. "Oh, for real? Me? I actually get to choose???" It's like I said, they sat down bickering without considering what KEELEY actually wants. Drag their asses.

TRY-ANGLES. Jamie is so cute, ugh.

The entire episode I'm thinking about Phil's "People might think they're having a wild affair" so I'm more than happy about this outcome. I'm actually ready to accept OT3 or all single, it's all good. Go spend the night together again, just like Amsterdam, but get lost in each other's arms for real this time.

When everybody started barking after Roy asking if he can be a Diamond dog, the door closed, and Jamie got really curious. hehe.

"A care package from Zava"

Heh. Who is that guy constantly next to Jamie? What's his name? They're obviously friends.

Both laughing and crying. Stop it. ;_;

Colin crying, but we know it was emotional for the actors too. The dude in the back is full on wailing.

"Richmond appear to be crying. Interesting strategy." That strategy is called "I love you all very much" ;_____;

Hands off, asshole. Honestly, the rules of football... Barely touching, apparently, doesn't count.

I love watching Jamie play. I love knowing that Phil really loves football and enjoys filming this.

It's the second (or the third?) time this happens this season. When is Ted going to adopt Jamie? ;_; I mean, he already has a stepdad, but he can have two wonderful ones as a treat.

JAMIE STILL HAS THE BOOK AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE READ IT MANY TIMES. Or at least carried around with him everywhere. Weeping.

"And Tartt finally puts it away" I literally started sheering with tears streaming down my cheeks. I feel like only this show can do it.

Henry is me. Henry is all of us Jamie lovers. God, he could've moved to England and have a constant access to Jamie. Jamie would've loved spending time with him.

Not Jamie's leg AGAIN, but that expression <3 Jamie is THE best. And that smile. That tongue. Having thoughts. :')

Jamie giving up the ball, giving it to Dani to score? TEAM PLAYER. My heart is so full of love for Jamie.

Stay mad about it. x)

#natiswatching #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy x jamie x keeley #roy x jamie

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stevengrant-my-beloved · 2 years

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(booty so big) lord have mercy [18+]

Steven Grant x f!Reader x Marc Spector

Rating: Explicit

(gif is my own, idk this was the best one i could find that shows off the goods, like look at the curve jfc)

summary: steven and marc have a great ass and you’re obsessed with it. y’all have a bunch of fun, sexy times. that’s it (this fic is post ep 6 but i did take some creative liberties)

warnings: just detailed descriptions of various sexual scenarios, but also, it’s wholesome? fingering (both vaginal and anal), oral (f receiving, maybe also m idk if it counts), sex (vaginal and anal), pegging (obviously), body worship (that’s like the main one), semi public sex, unprotected sex

word count: 3.7k

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“Mornin’ babe…” you mumble into the sheets, arm reaching out to drape over the body lying next to you.

You’re greeted with a rough American accent, grumbling about it being too early to wake up, before you’re pulled close and two thick arms wrap around you, effectively crushing you against Marc’s chest.

You wiggle around in his hold just enough to free your arms and bring them to his back, rubbing at the tense muscles there. Marc relaxes a bit, moving to rest his head in the nook of your shoulder. You continue kneading the muscles on his back, his shoulders, slowly moving lower until your fingers are pressing into his lower back.

You trace idle patterns on the skin there, ever so slightly dipping your fingers into the waistband of his black boxers before-

“Fucking hell [Y/N]-“ Marc groans, scraping his teeth against your shoulder as you grab his ass under his boxers, squeezing his cheeks and humming at how round and full they feel in your hands.

What a lovely start to the morning.

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Steven drops a pinch of fish food into the fish tank, talking to the little goldfish (Gus 2.0 and their new addition, Goldie) and occasionally Marc. It seemed like he had more control of the body today, and he’d decided to go about sorting through his books and cleaning up the place a little.

You were working on one of your projects, putting together some documents, looking up every once in a while, to watch Steven go about his day, mumbling under his breath as he marked sections in different books. It brought a smile to your face, seeing them happy, seeing Steven and Marc at ease now that they were free from being Khonshu’s avatar.

Steven moved around the apartment, crossing over to the kitchen to grab a snack and as he made his way back to his desk, your hand shot out and smacked his ass, the resounding clap drowning out Steven’s cute little gasp.

“W-what was that for?” he exclaimed, turning to face you with wide eyes. His cheeks were flaming red and he squirmed as your hand groped his ass cheek before you moved it up to grab his hip and pull him close to you. You looked up from your laptop screen with a mischievous smile, chuckling as Steven rolled his eyes. You tilt you head up a little more, puckering your lips in a silent request, and Steven smiles as he leans down and pecks you softly. You try to deepen the kiss but he pulls aways and fixes you with a look.

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“Ugh, yeah, but it’s boring!” you groan. “I’d much rather be doing you,” you say, waggling your eyebrows.

Steven blinks, before erupting into laughter. He’s leaning against you now, and his voice quiets down a little. He mumbles under his breath and you hold him as you watch his head droop a little. A few seconds pass before his head shoots back up and you’re now faced with Marc, who’s staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

“That was so fucking bad [Y/N].”

“Yeah well, it’s the truth,” you say, before you both laugh, holding each other’s hands and squeezing them slightly.

You really love working at home.

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“Oh, hiya love!” Steven greets you as you walk into your apartment, waving excitedly from his spot on the bed, where he’d been reading.

“Hey…” you groan out, feeling the energy seep out of your bones the second you cross the threshold and drop your bag onto the couch.

It had been quite a tiring day at work, what with a new client dropping a project out of nowhere, leaving your department scrambling to make up for the loss. You’d already spent a sizeable amount of the assigned budget for this new project and to have them come out of nowhere and say they didn’t want to continue the project anymore was frustrating as hell.

Steven peered at you with concerned eyes as you slowly peeled off your coat and stripped down to your underwear before walking into the shower, shoulders slumped and head hanging low.

“She looks tired…”

Yeah, we gotta do something.

The two make their way into the bathroom, which was filled with steam. You were in the shower, hands braced against the wall as you let the hot water from the showerhead fall over you, the heat soothing your aching muscles a bit. At the sound of the bathroom door closing shut, you look up to see Steven undress, before squeezing himself into the shower and standing behind you, his hands settling on your hips to steady himself.

“Hi sweetheart…” he sighs, kissing the back of your neck and lightly massaging your hips. “Bad day at work?”

You scoff. “Yeah, just an all-round mess.” You turn around to face Steven before dropping your head down against his chest. The hot water rained down over the both of you, and you felt Steven move a little to grab the body wash, before lathering it up in his hands and scrubbing your back.

While his hands worked on cleaning you up, yours slowly crept down his back and over his ass, your fingers digging into the round cheeks. You lifted your head up and onto his shoulder, looking down at your own hands as they squeezed.

You could hear Steven panting, his warm breath washing over the skin of your shoulder. One of your fingers dips into the space between his ass cheeks, sliding over his puckered rim, which clenched slightly.

“Can I fuck you?” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. “In here? Don’t wanna move to-“

“Gods yes, please-“ Steven groans, moving to kiss you, while you blindly reach over to grab the lube that Marc had decided to stash in the bathroom when he’d gotten a little too impatient that one time.

Neither of you was in any mood to draw this out. You were tired from your long day at work and Steven and Marc had already had their own little fun time when you’d been at work, so neither of you was going to last long.

You had Steven leaning against the shower wall, his back pressed against the wet tile and one of his feet resting against the little ledge on the side as you fingered him. One of his hands was moving furiously over his cock, while the other was situated between your legs. His fingers rubbed at your clit, the water and lube making everything so slippery but feel oh-so-good.

You curled the fingers inside him, trying to find that spot inside him that made him sing, and it didn’t take long until your fingers were pressing right over that bundle of nerves, over and over, meanwhile, Steven’s fingers continued laving attention on your pussy, switching between rubbing circles around your clit and dipping into you, feeling how wet you were.

You were vaguely aware of just how depraved it all sounded, your moans echoing in the shower, the slick sounds of your fingers in Steven, his fingers inside you, his hand moving over his cock, the occasional sound of skin slapping together, all made louder due to the water that dripped down on them.

It didn’t take long for Steven to spill onto his own hand, cum dribbling down, some of it getting washed down the drain. You weren’t that far behind, tensing as you felt your orgasm wash over you. You come around Steven’s fingers, clenching rhythmically around them, and even after you come down from your high, his fingers continue to move inside you, feeling the wetness, before bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean.

You moan, slipping your fingers out of him and kneeling in front of him, licking at the remnants of his spend that dripped down his cock and his thighs, before reaching back to squeeze his ass again.

“Your ass just made my day less sucky.”

Steven shook his head and laughed, before helping you back up on your feet. He spent the next few minutes cleaning the two of you up, relaying messages to and from Marc, while you vented about your day.

Eventually, you moved to the bed, where you snuggled close to Marc, who’d fronted at some point between your walk to the bedroom. He wrapped himself around you, letting his weight press you down against the bed just the way you liked it, and pretty soon, you were fast asleep, one arm spread out beside you, while the other stayed wrapped around Marc as your hand stayed on his ass.

You really loved that ass.

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“Oh fuck, Marc, please- oh my god-“

You craned your neck down to see Marc resurface from his spot between your legs, his lips and chin glistening. He smirked as one of his hands reached up to intertwine your fingers together, before dropping his head back down to lick at you core, his tongue moving all over you.

Your free hand moved towards his head, your fingers grabbing his curls in what must have been a painful grip, as Marc ate you out. The sounds that filled the air were absolutely obscene as he swirled his tongue around your clit before sucking your pussy lips into his mouth, making your back arch off the desk that he’d pushed you on top of earlier.

You were in one of the empty conference rooms in your office. It was after work hours, so the only people in the building were the night guards and a few people that worked for the other companies that shared the building. When you’d told Marc that you had to stay back at work to finish up some stuff, and that everyone else had left, he’d wasted no time in showing up under the pretense of accompanying you back home so you wouldn’t have to be alone so late at night.

That had been an hour ago. He’d watched you work for a bit, sorting through some files and what not, and when you’d announced that you were done and ready to leave, he’d stalked over to you with that smirk of his and pulled you into the closest conference room, before pushing you down onto the table and pulling off your slacks and your panties along with them.

“Marc…” you whimper, the grip you have on his hair tightening as he smiles against your core. You want to tell him you want him, that you need him to fuck you, but it’s getting harder to form words in your mouth and all you can do is moan and squeeze your thighs around his head.

After what seemed like hours but could only have been a few minutes, Marc stands back up on his feet, his hands dragging up over your legs and thighs, squeezing them lightly as he moves to stand between your hips. You can see the clear outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans, and before you can focus on anything else, he’s unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to free that giant cock.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Marc looked like a mess, his hair standing up from the way you’d grabbed it earlier, and his face was flushed red and wet from the nose down. He looked so fucking sexy it made you want to scream. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, before licking his fingers and rubbing your pussy, making sure you were still wet enough to take him.

You hooked your legs around his hips as he slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out and filling you up, making you quiver and moan out loud. Marc licked his lips, before grabbing your hips and thrusting deep into you, smiling with satisfaction as he watched you grip the edge of the table.

Everything was a blur after that. Marc set a punishing pace as he fucked you hard and deep, making you clench around his cock. At some point he’d pushed your shirt and bra up to expose your breasts, and he’d taken the time to leave hickies all over them, biting and sucking at the skin harshly before soothing it with gentle licks.

You mouthed at his neck, biting at the thick vein as he continued fucking into you, when you felt his head drop against your shoulder. His hips continued thrusting back and forth, stuttering every now and then when you clenched around him.

“Bloody hell, I can’t believe we’re doing this at your work, this is insane,” Steven whispered right against your ear, before standing up straight, pulling you up with him. Your hands instantly moved into his pants and grabbed his ass, urging him to thrust deeper into you, licking up his neck and sucking on the spot behind his ear that you know will get him to move faster.

“Steven, fuck- oh, right there, baby, please- where’s- where’s Marc?”

“I’m here, we’re here-“

“We’re both here.”

They sounded drowsy and you feel their hips falter against yours, slowing down and speeding up at random. Steven and Marc were both trying to chase down their orgasm, and you were holding on for dear life, your nails digging into the skin of his ass cheeks. You were so fucking close, but it still wasn’t enough, so you keep grinding your hips against theirs until-

“I’m cumming- oh my fucking god- fuck-“ you scream, feet digging into Steven and Marc’s lower back, holding them in place as you gush around their cock. You slumped against the body holding you close, arms wrapped tight around you as the cock inside you pulsed, and suddenly you were being filled with thick, hot cum.

“Fuck that was good…” Marc whispered as his hips stuttered, and you both feel the cum inside you leaking out from where you’re still joined.

You stay like that for a bit, foreheads pressed together as you come down from the high of your shared orgasm. A quick look to the left has you gasping because good lord, it was so late and you still had work tomorrow.

“Okay we need to leave-“

“Not without cleaning up!” Steven exclaimed, pointing at the mess on the table and down on the tiled floor.

You make quick work of cleaning yourselves (and the office, which you make sure to lock up) before quietly leaving, your hand in Steven’s back pocket, and his arm slung around your shoulder as you walk out the front door, avoiding the gaze of the nightguards.

“We…we actually shagged in your office-“ Steven whispered excitedly. “That was-“

“Fucking awesome, I know,” you say with a toothy smile as you pat his ass. “Next time, bring a condom so we can avoid the mess.”

“Oh hell yeah,” Marc whispered, leaning over to kiss you, biting your lip lightly, like a promise.

“Next time?” Steven looked scandalized, like he hadn’t just had semi-public sex a few minutes ago.

“You know what? Maybe next time we should hit the museum. Steven, you know any good spots in there where we could fuck?”

You giggle as Marc and Steven bicker back and forth, Steven appalled at the possibility of being caught and being fired again and Marc having fun teasing their shy, adorable boyfriend.

These boys were going to be the death of you.

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You loved the weekends. Two whole days where you and your boyfriends got to just kick back and relax, catch up on some TV shows, lounge around in your underwear, and just enjoy each other’s’ company.

You find every opportunity you can to smack that delicious round ass of theirs, watching it jiggle, delighting in the way Steven gasps and blushes, or the way Marc leans in to the touch, grunting softly before pulling you towards him and kissing you.

Sometimes you’ll sidle up behind them and grind your hips against their ass, and Marc or Steven will whisper ever so softly if you could fuck them, and you pretty much live for those moments.

So here you are now, kneeling on the bed facing Steven, who’s laying face down on the bed with his ass high in the air while you finger him open, watching the way his hole stretches around your fingers. You’re already strapped up, the harness digging ever-so-slightly into your hips and the big, veiny dildo hanging from the front, which you grind against Steven, watching his skin erupt in goosebumps.

You continue fingering him, listening to him groan against the sheets as he fists them. From time-to-time, you hear Marc’s moans mixed in there too, telling you to hurry up and just put it in already.

You opt to ignore his urges, because the dildo is a little big and even though they’d used it before, you don’t want to risk hurting them, so you take your time stretching them out.

“[Y/N], please…” Steven whispered so sweetly, turning his head slightly to look at you with those pleading eyes and who were you to deny him anything?

Your pull your fingers out of his hole, before quickly applying a generous amount of lube over the dildo. You lean closer towards Steven, rubbing the lubed-up dildo against his hole, watching it clench around nothing.

“Hey babe? I wanna try something…” you hum, pushing the head of the dildo into his hole slowly and watching it stretch around the formidable girth.

“What- fuck, what did you have in mind?”

“Wanna see if you can come with just this. You think you can do that?”

“[Y/N]…” Steven groaned, feeling the head of the dildo push into him fully, waiting for the rest of it to fill his insides.

You lick your lips, feeling the temperature around you rise a little. “You didn’t answer the question baby.”

“I’ll try, please- please just fuck me.”

“Alright darling, I got you.”

You slowly thrust into him, watching the rest of the dildo disappear into him, and you both groan as you bottom out, your hips pressed flush against his ass.

“Remember, you can’t touch your cock yeah? Want to make you cum just using your ass.”

“Good lord [Y/N], please-“

And without much warning, you pull almost all the way back before thrusting back into him. Your thrusts are pretty hard and deep and you relish in the way Steven’s ass jiggles when your hips smack against him at every thrust.

You really, really, love that ass.

Seemingly on autopilot, you bring a palm up to your mouth, licking it, before raising it up over Steven’s ass, and smacking it down onto his right ass cheek, hard, watching the skin redden.

You still for a moment, keeping an eye out for Steven’s reaction, but it turns out you don’t have much to worry about because he moans really loud, his back dipping even lower down onto the bed.

“Oh gods, do that again, please-“

“Fuck, you like that baby?” you ask, fucking him with shallow thrusts as you grope his ass. You watch him nod against the sheets, and so you decide to give him what he wants.

With every few thrusts of your strap-on pressed into him, you’d raise you arm and smack him on his ass, alternating between hitting his right and left ass cheek. You switch from deep, hard thrusts to fast, shallow ones, hoping to find his prostate, and when you did, Steven cried out, thrusting his hips back against you and sobbing as he urged you to go faster.

You could tell he was close, and a quick look down at the sheets between his legs confirmed it. His cock had leaked profusely down onto the sheets, leaving a giant stain of precum. And all without touching his cock.

“You close?” you mumbled, biting your lip as you tried to keep up a consistent pace, but watching Steven fall apart, all because of you had you feeling light-headed.

Marc was the one who answered. “Yeah- fuck, we are, keep going, please- [Y/N], please-“

His words were a little slurred, and you hear Steven chiming in, adding his own set of pleas, so you fuck into them, sweat dripping from your forehead at the exertion. It’s like you’ve got tunnel vision, the only thing that mattered in that moment was giving your boyfriends what they wanted, you wanted to make them feel good, you loved that you could make them come undone, and one a particularly hard thrust, you raise both your palms, licking them to make them wet and cool, before smacking their ass cheeks in succession, left, right, left, watching the skin flush red, and before you know it, they’re coming, groaning out profanities, still pushing back against the strap-on as they chase their orgasm.

You watch them with amusement, wiping the sweat from your forehead and pushing back the hair that had fallen over your eyes. Steven had slumped down onto the bed, wincing when he felt his precum smear against his stomach. The dildo had slipped out from him, making a squelching noise from all the lube.

You straddle the back of his legs and spread his ass cheeks, watching his gaping hole try and clench around the air, and because you were a little tease, you dipped two fingers in, thrusting in and out slowly just to watch him squirm from the overstimulation.

And just for good measure, you smack his ass again, before bending down to press a few quick kisses to the red skin, feeling the warmth, and you snicker as a weak moan reaches your ear.

“I get it, you love my arse,” Steven grumbles, drowsiness evident in his voice.

“Hell yeah I do.”

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i tried to be a little more accurate with the DID representation, consulted videos from systems online to best portray co-consciousness and switching, but please let me know if there's anything that feels wrong in my writing. i want to be as respectful about this as possible, but know that if i did something inaccurately it was not my intention. i am open to constructive criticism and i hope you enjoyed the fic :]

#m writes #moon knight fic #marc spector x steven grant #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector fic #steven grant fic #marc spector smut #steven grant smut

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spookyspecterino · 2 years

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I'm With You Till the End

Eddie Munson x !Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+NSFW/MDNI

SMUT (P in V, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Blowjob), Language, Some angst and arguing (happy ending (very happy ending lol)), Small mentions of blood.

Word Count: 6.8K

When Eddie's trailer shows up on the morning news and cops come to your door asking if you've seen him, you panic and go looking for him.

A/N: Someone needs to tell my brain that it's ok to just write a smut piece, there doesn't need to be a entire crafted storyline to it, JFC.

The spokes of your bike made an awful scraping noise as you let them hit the pavement in your speedy dismount; you hardly noticed, focused entirely on the mission at hand. Running over to the open garage where three teenage boys were rehearsing metal songs, you waved your hands to get their attention through all the noise. You had known their faces once, they were familiar, but you had forgotten their names some time ago.

One boy, playing a guitar, looked up and a flurry of emotions flickered across his face. Confusion, which was replaced by a look of recognition—changed to surprise, and then settled back into confusion again; all of it happening within a few moments as you closed the distance, standing just at the edge to their garage.

Shoving your hands into the pockets of your light jacket, you gave them a tight-lipped smile and tried not to fidget as all three sets of eyes turned to you, “Hey fellas, have you seen Eddie around?”

The boy on the drums, his name might have been Gareth, frowned, “Uhh, aren’t you what’s-her-face?” he looked to the third boy on his right who held a guitar, “The one that—”

Gareth was interrupted by the boy who first saw you coming, if you had to take a guess his name was Jeff, “—What he meant to say, was no.”

Chewing your lip, you asked, “Ok, when’s the last time you saw him?”

Jeff shrugged, thinking back, “I’d say…last night at Hellfire Club.”

Your brows furrowed together as you mentally cursed, you gave Jeff a nod. “Alright, thanks.”

Gareth, from his spot on the drums, stared you down with an odd look. “Why are you looking for him? You don’t even—”

Jeff whirled around and shushed Gareth harshly, cutting him off for the second time; Jeff looked like he was trying to communicate something to the drummer while his back was turned to you.

Squaring your shoulders, you jutted your chin out at Gareth, “I don’t even what?” When the boy shrank in his chair, not expecting you to stand up to him, you pressed further, “Go on, what were you gonna say?”

He glanced at the others who were trying to look anywhere but you two. “Uh—well, you and Eddie don’t even talk anymore…so, why would you care where he is?”

“Is that what he said?” you asked, trying to keep your voice level.

Gareth shrugged, “Yeah, and a few other things—”

Jeff cut in with a sheepish smile, “Listen, Eddie usually doesn’t talk about it—hasn’t brought it up in a long time. Whatever happened, happened. He’s over it,” he gave Gareth a pointed look, “and it’s none of our business.”

Well, that fucking stung.

You gave a curt nod to Jeff. “Right, well…ok, thanks anyway.” Spinning around without waiting for a response, you marched back over to your bike, yanking it off the ground and speeding away, peddling furiously.

What the fuck ever. That stupid shit from the past doesn’t matter anymore, the only thing that matters now is finding Eddie.

For the millionth time since you got on your bike that afternoon, your thoughts returned to the memory from this morning; answering your door to find two policemen on your front porch.

“We’d just like to ask you a few questions about Eddie Munson…”

You had the television on and news about the murder in Eddie’s trailer had sent you into full panic mode. Almost pulling the receiver from its place on the wall, you started ringing up everyone you knew to see where Eddie was, but with no luck. That’s when the police knocked.

“Have you talked to him recently?”

You shook your head in a nonverbal ‘no’, holding your arms close to your chest as you stood in your doorway. You refused, several times, to let them into your tiny, two-bedroom home. If they wanted to ask you questions, they could do it from the porch. If they wanted to look around your house, they’d have to come back with a warrant.

“You and Eddie used to be close, right?”

Swallowing hard, trying to get the lump out of your throat, you asked hoarsely, “What’s this about, is Eddie alright?”

Just like you had avoided their question, they avoided yours. Fuck, you hated cops.

“Did he ever talk about a girl named Chrissy Cunningham?”

You shrugged, “I don’t remember ever hearing that name before.”

They had asked you several more questions as they stood on your porch, seeing fit to waste precious time that could be spent finding Eddie. When they were finally satisfied they turned to leave.

“Let us know if you see him.”

You gave them an unfriendly smile and lied through your teeth, “Of course, officers.”

At least you had learned one thing from those cops, Eddie wasn’t the one that was killed in his trailer. They wouldn’t be asking where he was or if you’d seen him if he was dead. Your stomach tightened as your wheels skidded around a street corner, if the cops were already looking for him about a murder in his trailer, that means he’d be suspect number one. Something burned in your chest, you didn’t know what it was, but you would swear, in front of all of Hawkins with your hand on a fucking bible, that Eddie didn’t do it—that Eddie would never do something so awful.

Trees flew by and wind pulled at your jacket as you kicked your bike into high gear, the last place on your list to check was Reefer Rick’s. In the past, you had been there a few times with Eddie, you had mixed feelings about Rick, but if your suspicion was right—he’d still be in jail, leaving his place by the lake a perfect, undisturbed, hiding spot. You really weren’t the religious type, but as you neared Rick’s, you sent a silent prayer to God that Eddie was there; it was a better alternative than trying to imagine what you’d do if he wasn’t.

. . .

As Reefer Rick’s house came into sight, you hopped off your bike—letting it crash into the nearby bushes; you really weren’t treating it kindly today, but it would have to manage. The idea behind taking your bike and not your car, was that a bike would be easier to hide, no license plates, and you could ride it into to the woods to avoid taking roads.

Rick’s house looked quiet and undisturbed as you cautiously approached. There were no signs of anyone around or having been here recently. Behind it, the lake gleamed a golden hue as it reflected the late evening sun. Walking up to the front door, you tried to peek inside through the tightly shut curtains. You knocked loudly once, waited, then knocked again as your stomach twisted itself into frantic knots. When there was still no answer, you decided to look around the property.

Circling around the house, you took notice that the yard hadn’t been maintained in a long time, yet some leaves and patches of ground were disturbed. Particularly in areas leading up to the back door and down through the yard. Your first thought was maybe an animal, but the trash bins, and the areas around them, were undisturbed.

Hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up as you crept down through the yard and toward the boat house. As you got closer, you noticed the door was slightly ajar, giving you a small opening to look through into the dark area. There wasn’t much you could see from your position outside, and ice crept through your veins at the idea of going in.

With a step back, you looked around the messy yard and found a large, sturdy branch. Holding it firmly with both hands, you felt slightly better. At least this would give you some protection if there was anything nasty inside. Using your hip, you pushed open the boat house door an inch at a time, just wide enough to slip through. It was empty, yet your nerves didn’t relax—something still felt off.

Very quietly, you called out into the silence, “…Eddie…are you there?”

Beer bottles in the corner caught your eye and you froze, someone was staying here.

Your voice shook a little as you felt your nerves wrack up, “Eddie, it’s me—”

A loud commotion from the covered boat to your left made you cry out and stumble backward, falling into discarded boat equipment and fishing gear. The branch went flying out of your hand as something sharp sliced through it, sending white hot pain shooting up your arm, but you hardly noticed. Eddie was standing in the boat, breathing hard and staring down at you with wide, unbelieving eyes. His dark brown curls were longer than you remembered them being, wild and untamed now; his Hellfire Club shirt was stained and dirty.

He blinked a few times, as if he was looking at a mirage. You stared back up at him in much the same way, caught by those wonderful, brown eyes.

Eddie’s voice broke the silence and it betrayed how in shock he still was, coming out shaking and uneven, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

You scowled at him, the spell he had over you broken the second he opened his mouth. “Obviously looking for you… Dumbass.”

Jumping out of the boat, he took a tentative step closer. He still looked utterly confused. “Why?”

You waved a hand in the air and propped yourself up. “I saw your trailer on the news this morning. I thought you might have gotten hurt, and then two policemen came by—I was worried sick over you—and nobody knew where you were—”

He interrupted your rambling, coming over to kneel next to you and help get you untangled from various fishing wires, his eyes stared at you hard. “What did you tell the police?”

Pushing him away with a disgusted noise, you growled angrily, “Eddie Munson, have you ever known me to be a fucking snitch?”

Despite the anger in your voice, Eddie’s mouth curled into a tiny smile as he looked down to fiddle with a wire. “No. No, I haven’t.”

You sat the rest of the way up, hissing at the state of your hand. Dark red blood trickled from a deep gash along your palm, trailing down your wrist and onto the ground in a steady stream—you probably needed stitches.

After a moment, Eddie saw it and cursed, “Shit. Hang on, there might be something…” he scrambled to his feet and frantically searched through the boathouse for anything to stop the bleeding.

Grumbling, “It’s fine.” you took off your light jacket and wrapped it around your hand, gritting your teeth when it stung like hell. Eddie took notice and came back to kneel beside you.

“Here, let me.” He said gently, as he took over tying the sleeves together to secure it in place around your hand. It was bulky, but at least it would help stop the bleeding. As Eddie made sure it was tight enough, your eyes trailed over him. He was dirty and cobwebs stuck to his disheveled hair, but he wasn’t hurt, and you felt relief for the first time in hours.

His soft voice brought you out of your thoughts, his eyes never leaving where his fingers pulled and tucked at your makeshift bandage. “What are you looking at?” It wasn’t accusatory, just curious.

You gave him a gentle smile, “Your hair’s gotten longer.”

Eddie smiled, still not meeting your eyes, and fiddling with your hand even though it seemed like it didn’t need any more adjustments. “Yeah, I like it this way.”

“It looks good,” you leaned in a little with a wry look, “very metal of you.”

That tiny smile widened into something beaming. “Thanks…” He paused, as if he wanted to say more, but thought better of it. In the silence, something lingered.

“Eddie…,” you gently coaxed, and his eyes slowly lifted to meet yours, “tell me what happened…”

As his breathing quickly became erratic, and his eyes shifted, flickering from place to place, he stumbled over his words, “I—I didn’t do it, I swear! I didn’t do anything!” He looked into your eyes, and you saw how scared he was.

His voice cracked a few times as he tried to get out sentences that quickly derailed, and you put your good hand on his shoulder to calm him. “Eddie…!” At the sound of his voice he stopped, breathing hard and looking at you with wild eyes. You continued very gently, as if trying to soothe an animal, “I know you’re innocent. I just want to understand what happened—I’m here to help you, in whatever way I can.”

You left your hand on his shoulder in reassurance as he rushed through the series of events from the previous night. Listening carefully, you kept your questions to a minimum to let him get it all out. When he was done, he was panting and fighting for air, looking at you closely to gauge your reaction. You let out a slow breath, trying to digest everything.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Meeting his eyes, in a very serious tone you assured him, “With all the shit that’s happened in Hawkins?” You gave him a smile, “Of course, I believe you, Eddie.”

Your eyes held his for a moment before he pulled you to his chest, wrapping you tightly into a hug. His face tucked into the curve of your neck and his shuddering breaths tickled your skin. A few heartbeats passed before you brought your arms up to wrap back around him.

It had been a long time since you two had talked, and even longer since he had hugged you like this, or even touched you at all. Feeling him pressed against you, an incredible weight lifted from your shoulders, and you were oddly light in his arms.

For a second, you thought you could feel him trembling, and it made your heart ache. “Oh, Eddie…I’m so sorry.” You pressed your face to his hair, inhaling the old, familiar smell of him.

He pulled back a little, sniffling, “No, don’t apologize—this isn’t your fault.”

Giving him a sad smile, you gently brushed some hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. “I am sorry you’ve found yourself wrapped up in this awful thing, but I wasn’t apologizing for that.”

Brown eyes met yours with a soft, “Oh.”

You were referring to the last time you had seen Eddie Munson, when it had been pouring outside and he had shown up on your doorstep drenched, tired, and upset.

He threw up his hands. “I haven’t heard from you in almost two weeks—it took showing up at your house to get you to see me.”

Shaking your head at him, you felt like a broken record. “I don’t have time to lay around and smoke weed anymore! I have work, Eddie. I have bills to pay—I can’t just pull my rent out of a tree!”

“Right, for your fancy new place,” he waved a hand around, motioning to your tiny home, and you saw the dismay in his expression, “you could at least try to stay in contact… after you graduated, it felt like you just disappeared…”

Sometimes, like right then, you hated the way Eddie never got angry. It would be a lot easier if he yelled back or put up some kind of a fight.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, already feeling guilty about your next words. “Maybe if you weren’t held back, you would understand...”

He scoffed, giving you an oblivious look. “So this is my fault?”

You groaned and spun around, turning your back to him. “No, it’s not your fault—you just don’t get it!”

“What is there to get?”

Moving back around to face him, you gave him a hard stare. “Things change, Eddie.”

Your words stung him; you could see it. The look of absolute hurt in his eyes haunted you for weeks after.

He nodded, holding back whatever he had left or wanted to say—choosing instead to take a few slow steps toward the door with a final, shaky, “Yeah, I guess they do.”

You avoided looking at him as his back pressed open your front door and he turned to leave.

Even though that was over a year ago, you still felt the residual feeling of hurt. Your voice was raspy, “I’m sorry for the things I said, I wasn’t being a good friend.”

Eddie’s eyes stayed locked onto yours as he slowly shook his head. “No, I should be sorry. I was stubborn, if I had just come out and said what I was really feeling…,” he trailed off, tearing his eyes away from yours.

Cupping his cheek in your hand, you blinked away the gathering tears in your eyes. “It hardly matters anymore. I just had to get it off my chest, it’s been weighing on me since then. But, from now on, I’m sticking with you. I’m here for you, Eddie.”

The shining look of gratitude in his eyes was enough to make your heart melt and you pulled him into another hug. This felt right. And even though Eddie was in a world of shit right now, at least you were by his side to help him face whatever came next. Hell, after making up with him, you felt as if you could fight off the entire damn Hawkins Police Force.

You were just about to ask him if he needed anything, like food or water, when you heard car doors slam outside. Eddie’s arms tightened reflexively around you as his head shot up in the direction of the sound. With wide eyes, you motioned toward the boat and the two of you scrambled to get inside, pulling the tarp over you.

Under the tarp you laid next to Eddie, gripping onto his jean jacket tightly, your face squished in his chest as he held you close. You felt him press his face into your hair, his breath coming out unevenly in short exhales. As the door to the boathouse creaked open, voices filled the small room. You counted four, at least one sounded like a younger kid. They called Eddie’s name a few more times. Someone called out that they found blood in the corner and you cursed internally, gripping Eddie tighter.

When something started to poke at the tarp toward your feet you flinched. The source continued to jab up the length of the boat, nearing you. Strong hands gripped your arms and you looked up to see Eddie mouthing silently, ‘Stay down’. You shook your head violently, no, but his hand came up to brush your cheek ‘You’re hurt. Stay. Down’. There was nothing you could do but plead silently with him, as he moved into a low crouch. He gave you a soft, loving smile and then launched himself out of the boat.

Eddie Munson was your hero.

You held your breath, if you heard Eddie yell or if anything sounded like it was going wrong, you were fully prepared to jump out after him. There were yells of surprise and a loud crash, followed by silence and the sound of lowered voices. Your heart sank, preparing for the worst. Looking around the tiny boat, you reached for an old oar and gripped it tightly in between your good hand and the wrapped one.

After what seemed like an eternity, the edge of the tarp lifted a little and Eddie’s gentle voice drifted in, “It’s ok to come out, we’re safe. They’re here to help.”

Very slowly, you crept out from under the tarp, holding the oar defensively at the people in front of you. It was Steve Harrington, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, and Robin Buckley. You looked to Eddie and he nodded at you reassuringly, gently taking the oar from your hands with a tiny smile.

Steve recognized you instantly, glancing to Robin. “Hey, Y/N…,” he stumbled over a few words, “I didn’t realize you… I mean,” he laughed dryly, “when you stood me up I didn't think it was ‘cause you had a thing with—"

Kicking some debris at him, you growl, “Really? That’s what you’re thinking of right now, Harrington?” You felt Eddie’s eyes on you, but avoided looking at him in favor of scolding Steve. “Get your head out of your ass and focus.”

Robin made a face like she agrees with you, giving Steve a look, and he rolls his eyes—falling silent.

Dustin steps forward. “Eddie, tell us what happened in your trailer.”

Eddie groans, taking a seat on a crate, rubbing his face tiredly with his hands. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

Walking over to kneel next to him, you gently coax, “I believed you. Give them a chance.”

He looked up from his hands and gave you a long look. Sighing, he finally nods. “Ok.”

That commences the re-telling of Eddie’s nightmare. He goes slower this time, adding a few details he had left out when he had first rushed to tell you. This showed he was improving; he wasn’t hyperventilating or about to break down by the end. When his eyes met yours, you gave him an encouraging smile. Luckily, the others believed him without a doubt, moving directly onto how they might be able to stop whoever or whatever was causing it.

Another hour passed as the odd assembly you found yourself a part of now, discussed ideas and options moving forward. The idea behind interdimensional monsters and villains terrorizing your town was hard to grasp, at first, but the more they explained, the more it all started to make sense. Occasionally, Steve shot you and Eddie looks, as if he was trying to assess something, thoroughly annoying you.

As Robin paced the length of the small room, she spoke quickly, “For now, Eddie you should stay put. The rest of us are going to figure out why Vecna is targeting these people and how.”

“Right.” Eddie croaked, sounding exhausted. His eyes fell to the ground.

Dustin attempted to cheer his friend up. “Hey, don’t worry about it. We’ll be back soon. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Eddie only gave him a nod, sinking back down to rest his chin on his crossed arms.

You stood up from your place against the boat. “I’ll stay. I’d feel better if there was someone here with him.”

There was a grumble from Steve, which prompted Robin to swat at him before agreeing with you, “That’s a good idea. Call us on the walkie if you need anything.”

Shortly after that, the small group went to return to their homes, leaving you and Eddie alone again. Eddie continued to sit in his spot, still staring at the ground. He looked hopeless, and you felt terrible for him. He was forced to hide in an old boathouse, traumatized, while the police blamed him for a death he had nothing to do with.

“Do you…sleep in here?” You asked him, trying to fill the deafening silence.

Without taking his eyes away from the spot on the ground, he shook his head, mumbling, “No, I sleep in the house at night.”

“Ok. Why don’t we head up there, then?” You asked gently, trying to break him out of this hopeless mindset he had sunk into.

His eyes looked at you for a moment, glancing at your injured hand, before he slowly stood to his feet. “Yeah, let’s get your hand wrapped in something better than a jacket.”

You gave him a warm smile and took his hand in yours, squeezing gently, then turned to lead him out of the boathouse.

. . .

Eddie shuffled through the cabinets in the tiny bathroom as you sat on the couch out in the living room. The inside of Rick’s house was eerily quiet and dark, lights were kept off for obvious reasons. You couldn’t shake that odd sensation of being in someone’s house without their knowledge. It would be unsettling being there if it weren’t for Eddie.

“Ah, here. Found it!” He came out holding a small first-aid kit, shaking it in his hand triumphantly, coming over to sit next to you on the old couch. Very carefully he began to unwrap the jacket around your hand, revealing the inside to be matted with blood.

You inhaled sharply through your teeth as the fabric pulled at the gash.

“Sorry, sorry.” Eddie whispered; his face pinched in sympathetic pain.

He poured a little disinfectant on it and you flinched away, but his sturdy hand held your shoulder. His expression looked tortured as your body tensed in pain.

Pouring the last of the bottle out and trying to get your mind off the pain, he lightly teased you. "So, you stood up the legendary Steve 'The Hair' Harrington?"

You scoffed, nodding your head a little and trying not to groan at the memory. "Yep..."

With the corners of his mouth curling ever so slightly, he rummaged through the first-aid kit. "Why? I thought it was every girl's dream to go out with Harrington."

This time you did groan, fighting to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your skull. "Not mine."

When Eddie waited patiently, glancing at you with expectant eyes, you shrugged. "He's not my type."

He pulled out some gauze. "Did you tell him that?"

"Yes, I did—as I stood him up."

There were a few short, rueful laughs from Eddie as he pulled your hand closer to him so he could wrap it. "No wonder he seemed cross about it—can't blame him though, I would be too."

You gave him a confused look. Oddly, you didn’t feel as much pain as you had earlier. "I was just being honest. Wouldn't you want to know if someone wasn't interested?"

His expression turned sheepish as his fingers skimmed your hand. "That’s not…—what I meant was, I'd get upset if it was you who stood me up."

You flashed a grin, nudging him with your knee. "You're a big flatterer tonight, Munson."

He laughed once, resting your hand on his knee as he began to tie the ends of the gauze. "I'm serious. Imagine getting the courage to ask someone like you, who's a goddess, to go out—and then, by some miracle, you say yes; only to be told later that you were never really interested."

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. "A 'goddess' huh?"

He shrugged with a boyish smile. Your hand was fully wrapped now, but he still gently held it as it rested on his knee.

Hiding your pleased expression was harder to do than you thought, so you turned your head away. "That sounds a bit harsh, but I'm sure he got over it very quickly,” you waved your good hand in the air, “I mean, that guy goes on so many dates. It's a wonder that he even remembered my name."

"How could anyone forget you? The most beautiful person in Hawkins."

You turned to look up at Eddie slowly, obviously beaming. "So much flattery, Munson," you leaned in a little, teasing him, "what is it you want?"

Eddie’s expression suddenly grew soft as his eyes held yours. “You.”

You blinked, not sure that you heard him correctly.

Eddie, looked suddenly shy, but continued regardless. “I figure that in the next couple of days I’m either gonna get arrested or some otherworldly, villain kills me... So, I need to tell you…,” he took a shaky breath. “I want you. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. I want to wake up next to you every day and hold you every night as we fall asleep. The past year was the hardest I’ve ever gone through—not having you beside me has been awful. I don’t even want to start to describe how lonely I’ve been—”

He was interrupted by you softly pressing your lips to his, sliding a hand through his long hair and to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He sighed against your mouth, a great breath of relief that made you smile.

Breaking the kiss and pulling away to rest your forehead against his, you whispered, “You won’t have to worry about that anymore, Eddie Munson,” his hands came up to cup the side of your face and you brought your lips back to his, speaking against them lightly, “I’m yours—and I’m staying with until this mess is sorted out.”

He presses a small kiss to your lips with a whine, “And after?”

You smiled, nudging your nose against his. “And after, we can get the hell out of this town, together.”

Eddie’s other hand came up to hold your face as he crashed his lips to yours desperately. Teeth bumped together as you both smiled in the quickly escalating kiss. Never in your life had you thought that a supernatural monster would bring you and Eddie together, but you certainly weren’t complaining at the moment.

Greedy tongues twisted and grazed against one another as you opened your mouth to him, earning you a very soft moan from Eddie. Swallowing the sound, you nibbled on his lower lip as your hands explored his chest. It was toned and defined, every curve of muscle you felt sent jolts of electricity through you.

Feeling a dull ache start to build, you did your best to peel off Eddie’s two layers, leaving him in his Hellfire Club shirt. Hands still tugging at his clothing, you could feel him smiling as he panted between deep kisses, “You want to?”

“Please, Eddie.”

He groans hearing you beg with his name. “How is it—,” he says, helping you pull his shirt over his head, “—that the worst thing and the best thing to ever happen to me, are both within two days of each other?”

You laugh, despite the circumstances, and trail your fingers over his searing skin. His fingers climb their way up to your breasts and grip each one, pulling on them through the fabric of your shirt and bra.

Shifting your hips, you move to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, letting his tongue dance around yours. He’s eager as his hands moved down your torso to grab at your waist. As his hands squeeze, you experimentally buck your hips, grinding down on to him.

“Holy shit.” He moans breathlessly into your mouth.

You grin and do it again, grinding a little harder, causing him to grip your ass and squeeze as he practically whines. As you continue to grind down on him with a slow and steady pace, you start to feel the hard length of his cock press against you through his pants.

Eddie leans up and presses open-mouthed kisses along your neck, biting at your skin and leaving marks as he makes his way down to the collar of your shirt. Both thinking the exact same thing, you unhook your arms from his neck and help him pull your shirt and bra off, tossing them off into a corner.

He sits back against the couch for a moment, gazing at your bare chest in awe. Seeing his expression, you can’t help but lovingly brush his hair back from his face before leaning down and kissing him slowly and passionately.

Shaking fingers run up your stomach to play with your nipples, giving them small tugs. You moaned quietly into Eddie’s mouth as the sensation caused heat to pool between your legs. His hips involuntarily move up and into you at the sound, and you flush a deep red feeling the entirety of his hard length run against you.

Eddie breaks the kiss and moves his lips down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it while pinching the other between his thumb and index finger. You choke out a moan, pressing your hips into his and holding onto his shoulders. He moves to give your other breast some attention, squeezing them together in his hands.

As he’s busy doing that, your hand trails down to grip him tightly through his jeans. He lets out a breathy moan, the hot air fanning out against your breast and making you shiver. Running your thumb up and down his length, you watch as his movements stall. A deep satisfaction warms your chest as you speed up and he moans again, louder this time, leaning his head into your chest while he’s completely and utterly distracted.

You want—need to hear him more, and you move off of his lap to kneel down on the floor between his legs. His eyes open a fraction to see what you’re doing before widening as you clumsily under his belt and pants. Chest heaving, he stares down at you as his cock is freed from his jeans, then his boxers, and you take it in your good hand.

With one slow pump Eddie’s head hits the back of the couch. You smile and pump him again, gripping his cock tight, watching as his hips jut up with the stroke of your hand. He’s putty in your grasp and you love it. Beads of arousal gather at the tip of his cock and your mouth waters at the sight.

With one swift movement, earning a choked gasp from Eddie, you flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock and lick up to the tip, collecting the precum with your tongue as you drag it along his slit.

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned, picking his head up to look down at you in wonder and raising his hips, desperate for more.

You grinned watching his cock twitch in your hand and brought your lips to his tip. Keeping your eyes locked with his, you wrapped your lips around him, tongue flattening under his tip, and moved down. The noises he made were heavenly as his face twisted in pure pleasure. Your eyes watered as you felt his cock hit the back of your throat and your lips touched the skin of his hips. Eddie’s hands fisted themselves into the couch as he threw his head back, moaning out your name.

Slowly at first, then gaining speed, you bobbed your head up and down his length, reveling in the moans and breathy calls of your name from Eddie. One of his hands came up to brush a tear out of the corner of your eye, his thumb lingering on your cheek. His hips moved up to match your rhythm, ensuring his cock went deep into your throat every time.

After a few more thrusts, his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you off of him with a ‘pop’. Your wide eyes met his, hooded and dazed. “Baby, if you keep doing that, I won’t last long.”

You grinned devilishly as he quickly brought you to a stand and ripped your jeans off, revealing your soaked panties. Eddie kissed your stomach and ran his hands up your thighs until they met the soaked fabric, you felt him curse against your skin as he ran a finger through your legs.

Without waiting another second, he yanked your panties down your legs, moving his lips to suck and bite around your hips. You gasped, feeling his fingers run through your folds.

“Jesus, you’re wet.” He moaned against your skin.

You ran fingers through his hair. “All for you.”

Two of his fingers rubbed against your entrance while his thumb flicked at your clit. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Giving him a gentle laugh, you tugged his hair back so that he looked up at you. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth was open and panting.

You leaned in, putting your hands on his shoulders, and whispered against his mouth, “We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

He grinned against you, lips ghosting over yours as two fingers slipped inside of your pussy. Your hands squeezed his shoulders as you choked on an inhale. Sensing that he had control now, Eddie moved his thumb to circle your clit in tight, concise patterns while his fingers curled in you.

You moaned his name loudly and felt him shiver under you at the sound. He pumped again, as if rewarding you, going deeper and hitting that spot that made you clench around him.

He groaned in your ear as your head fell forward onto his shoulder. “Wow.”

You panted, fighting for air as his pace sped up. That tightening in your abdomen was threatening to undo you as your toes curled reflexively. Your body sought release as you moved your hips against Eddie’s hand eagerly. He hummed at the motion, pressing his face into your hair with a smile.

Feeling dangerously close, you grabbed his hand and withdrew his fingers, pushing his hand back into the couch as you swung a leg over his lap and straddled him. You could see the anticipation vibrating through him as your hand gripped his length and lined him up to your entrance.

You dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, and Eddie drew in a sharp breath, hands coming up to grip the meat of your thighs. Giving him a radiant smile, you watched as his eyes fluttered closed as you sunk down just enough that his head slipped inside of you. His hips raised, seeking to bury himself in your warmth but you gave him a ‘tut’, moving so that only his head stayed in.

His eyes opened and you could see the plea in them. He was close to begging and it made you clench. You shifted, sinking down a little further, gasping at the delicious stretch of him inside of you. Eddie was clawing at your legs now, no doubt leaving nice bruises for you to find in the morning, as he whined.

Giving him a devilish grin, you sunk the rest of the way down on him, your hips flush against his. A shudder passed through his body as his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth hung open, head tilting back. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you tried to control your own trembling.

“Please, baby, move.” He whined again, facing the ceiling.

You giggled, “I’m sorry, what was that?” lifting your hips a little, you saw him tense and a noise died in his throat.

He lowered his head to look at you through hooded eyes. “I need you to move, sweetheart.”

You gave him an innocent smile. “Ok.” Then sat down on him quickly, burying him to the hilt.

He moaned your name loudly, pushing his hips up into yours as you began to bounce up and down on his cock, sliding him in and out of you smoothly.

He spoke with stilted words as he fought to stay focused. “Fuck, you feel so perfect.”

Quickly you both found a rhythm as you lowered yourself down into him, and his hips rose up to meet yours, pushing him as deep as he could go.

You were chanting his name like a prayer as his cock hit you in just the right spot, tightening that coil.

“Come for me, baby.” He begged in between moans, as you slammed down into his hips, working your legs to the point that they burned.

You bit your lip, his words sending you over the edge as that coil snapped and your vision went white. Faintly you felt him lean up, his hands wrapping around your lower back and pulling you tight against him. Eddie’s lips were on yours, shoving his tongue inside your mouth as you moaned out, his thrusts up into you becoming erratic as he felt you squeeze around him.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck.” He moaned into your mouth as his hips stalled. His cock pulsed hard as he emptied himself into your pussy with a groan.

You leaned your head into the crook of his neck, long curls sticking to the beads of sweat on your face as you gasped for air. Eddie leaned back into the couch, still holding him against you, chest heaving. You could hear his heartbeat pounding, matching yours.

“Goddamn.” He breathed against your neck; you could feel him smiling as he said it. “We have to do that again.”

You leaned up a little, dizzy but smiling. “Let’s say in…30 minutes?”

His smile was dazzling as he cupped your face. “I love you so much.”

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