#now I have to spend like a whole fucking hour cleaning my room and putting everyhting back together and etc. etc. and it's like a negative
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Oh shit the vibe is not cute 🤪
#just got home from dog sitting I’ve been gone since Christmas and the house is a fucking disaster#and I cleaned it top to bottom when I left it was literally spotless except the most recent meal I ate#got home and j literally sat in my car in the parking lot for an HOUR because I already KNEW it was gonna be bad. I knew it was.#and I didn’t want to bring my bad vibes in with me just assuming it would be shit#but I literally had groceries I had to put in the freezer and fridge like I didn’t have a choice I had to go in eventually#and true to FUCKING form.#my roommates shit is all over the kitchen table all over the coffee table. all over the whole couch and the living room chair.#random stuff on BOTH dining chairs. dishes covering every visible square inch of the counter the sink the dish rack and the stove#trash and recycle all over the floor complete with a toilet paper roll on the ground RIGHT next to the trash can#nowhere to even put my shoes on the fucking shoe rack#I am not gonna blow up I am not gonna blow up I am not gonna blow up#OOOOOHHHHH I REALLY DIDNT WANT TO BE STEAMED#BUT THERES FUCKING NOWHERE TO *EXIST* IN THIS WHOLE APARTMENT WITHOJT CLEANING UP AFTER HER FIRST#so I’m sitting in my bedroom and it fucking stinks like it always does when i leave so I have a window cracked and a candle burning#it is too fucking cold for this#I spent all week just wanting to go home after sleeping on a fucking couch for 7 days spending Christmas and new years alone#and now I finally am home and it is as un-homey as it could conceivably be#not a single horizontal surface that isn’t monopolized by homework clothes dishes food or garbage#and it isn’t even MY mess#angie.txt
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Dinner Reservation | Lando Norris⁴
Pairings: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader
Summary: you had plans to go out, Lando had other. Watch what happens when you tell him no
Warnings: barely any plot just smut, light dom Lando, kinda bratty both Lando and the reader, and assholes too (idk what came over me, I thought I was being funny) some cringe bits for the sake of the 'plot' but we move, kinda long that's why I included word count, hint of exhibitionism, unprotected sex
Word count: 5389
A/N: Okay, I really need to learn how to write summaries, if anyone wants to be my editor you can hit me up. Perks are you get to see the original copy before I rewrite it for tumblr
Credits to @twinkodium for prompting this idea and brainstorming it with me ♥
You stepped out of the shower with nothing, but a towel wrapped around your body. Not bringing any clothes with you, you proceeded out of the bathroom to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. He was sprawled out on the bed, obviously dissatisfied about something–still in his hoodie and black sweats–but the moment you opened the door, his whole demeanor changed, his hungry eyes following you as you strolled across the room to your still unpacked suitcase. Bending down to get your underwear, you felt two arms wrap around your waist, stopping you mid motion.
You smirked, popping your behind and pressing it harder against his pelvis as you fished a pair of panties from the case. He lowly grunted, removing your hair from one shoulder to another, which gave him a clean access for planting a kiss on your neck.
"Plans canceled, why don't you get on the bed for me, gorgeous?" he murmured against your skin.
You tried to sustain your smile, finding the whole situation amusing. Getting a hold of yourself, you turned around to face him.
"We can't cancel plans just because you suddenly got horny." you playfully rolled your eyes. "They're waiting for us."
The plan was to go out and grab dinner with Oscar and Lily. Something like a double date and get together outside business hours.
"They can wait." he still had that stupid grin on his face, brushing his fingertips over the side of yours, his eyes roaming all over your features.
"No, they can't. You're acting like a spoiled child, you know that?" you teased, giving him a playful shove. "Now go get ready, we're already late as it is. They're probably wondering where we are." you urged and knowing there was no point further arguing with you, he scoffed and walked over to the dresser.
"You're acting like we don't spend three weekends a month with them," he protested, buttoning his shirt only a halfway up. "But fine. If you won't listen to me now, I'll bend you over that goddamn dinner table and fuck you in front of everyone. Maybe that will be more appealing to you-"
"Don't be ridiculous." you snorted a laugh.
"Say I won't do it." he stood tall and incredibly close in front of you, his eyes boring into yours making you feel smaller than you were. And you could swear, you didn't know if your wetness was from the shower or somethin else entirely different.
"Please, dress up, sweetheart." he finished, his voice somewhat mocking, leaving you to clutch your panties to your chest standing in the middle of the room.
This whole ordeal may or may have not resulted in you changing the outfit you had in mind from the top. Instead of an orange sundress, you slipped into a white linen bodycon dress that perfectly hugged your curves, cut out sides exposing your toned waist and highlighting your hip bones. Deep v neck brought exposure to your cleavage as well.
Studying yourself in the mirror, the material was so thin it was almost see through. Lando absolutely hated loved this dress. You completed the look with some white sandals. You were in the process of putting on your gold earrings when Lando walked in.
"Are you anywhere near do-" he choked out, eyes turning a darker shade of green as they scanned you from head to toe. He cleared his throat before speaking "You look amazing, darling." he complimented, with a little bitter taste to the pet name he just called you, obviously not approving of the attire. Jackpot.
"Thank you, darling." you grinned as you walked up to him and pecked his cheek, completely ignoring the fact he was fuming.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Lead the way." you responded, your lips still curved into a smile, and laced your hands together.
On the drive to the restaurant, his knuckles turned completely white from how strong his grip on the steering wheel was. His eyes never darted from the road, not even once. No hand holding nor even one kiss at the red light. But instead, you drove in silence, only soft music playing from the radio making any noise as you tried to hide your satisfaction, which you will probably come to regret later, looking out the window.
As expected, Oscar and Lily arrived before you. You apologized for keeping them waiting, but they said they only just got there a few minutes ago due to traffic. A waiter immediately approached you and had your orders right under way in a few moments.
During dinner, Lando wasn't completely ignoring you, but he wasn't really paying attention or engaging with you either. Which didn't come off as strange or like something was wrong between you. You girls had your girl talk and boys had their boy talk. Lily couldn't always attend a race weekend and it's been a while since you last saw her. But there was a mischievous spark in his eyes, only someone who had known him for years could notice, telling you he was planning something.
First, he'd casually drop his hand on your thigh under the table and just rest it there, and then remove it without a second thought, continuing his conversation with Oscar like nothing happened. After a while, he'd put it back on, only higher this time and gently grasp the skin, his thumb drawing circles. Your muscles tensed and made you jump in your seat. He noticed, of course, without sparing you a second glance and dragged his palm up and down your inner thigh like that was going to soothe you. He stopped and left you alone once more when your main course arrived.
While waiting for dessert, his fingers brushed the fabric of your panties without previous warning that made you gasp audibly and place your elbows on the table to support your forehead with your hands, making all cutlery clank. That finally drove some confused looks from Oscar and Lily.
"Are you alright?" Lily asked, curiosity getting the best of her cause this wasn't the first time you jumped in your seat during the conversation.
"I'm fine." you breathed, faking a smile. You turned towards Lando and hissed, covering your mouth "What are you doing?"
He leaned closer into your side, his lips brushing your earlobe as he whispered "I'm thinking about having my dessert now." his fingers still feathered over you. You gave him a wide eyed look. "Say I won't do it." he repeated his words from earlier that instantly made you blush.
"You... you're crazy." you whispered back, glancing sideways at the confused faces around you, most likely thinking you were talking about the weather. God, you hoped they were thinking you were talking about the weather.
"Say it." he insisted, his palm coming to a stop on your pussy.
You bit your lip, getting a clear image of him bending you over the table while Lily, Oscar and the waiter looked on as Lando fucked you right in front of them. It made you wet and you hated yourself for it.
"I... I'm saying it." you mumbled.
"What?" he took a sip of his drink.
"I'm saying it." you leaned closer as the people around you were now completely involved in their own conversations, acting like they didn't hear you the first time. "I'm saying you won't do it." maybe one thing Lando often forgets is how stubbornly bratty you can get.
Lando started, but was interrupted by the waiter coming to pick up your dessert orders. He only quickly added that you will settle this later. The Great Dessert Debate concluded after you were done with your meals. Lily was lobbying for ice cream, Oscar insisting on sorbet, Lando not really giving a damn as long as he wasn't going to have cake and you, of course, wanted something naughty. Oscar finally convinced Lily that sorbet would taste better than ice cream and they decided to get it to-go to bring home. You sighed and ordered cheesecake eventually.
"I changed my mind." Lando started. "I won't be having any dessert here." he smirked and glanced at you.
Idle as he was, he didn't waste an opportunity to dip his hand between your thighs once more and stroke you up and down as soon as you dipped your spoon in your cheesecake. You could've made a scene, but how you were practically purring in your seat, you decided not to.
"Don't move and finish your little treat," he murmured and brought his lips to your cheek and kissed it. "I'm sure sugar will give you enough energy for what's about to come later." you could almost choke as you swallowed.
He squeezed your thigh again under the table, giving you a once over and letting his eyes settle on your mouth. You knew what he was trying to do. He was attempting to turn you on in public while everyone else was almost done with their desserts and it worked, damn it. He didn't stop touching you until dessert was over and the bill was paid, but this time he slid his palm all the way up to your slit and stroked you through the fabric while you were busy–struggling–saying goodbye to Lily and Oscar.
You almost didn't want to get in the car with him, but to drag him to the nearest restroom and have him there. You were just on the verge of exploding, burning and dying a death of a thousand orgasms that needed to be let out, and let out now.
He put the car in drive, with you sitting right next to him, still wet and hard and throbbing. You didn't bother to keep your voice low this time. You huffed and fumed, wanting nothing more than to choke his pretty little neck.
"What is wrong with you?" you hissed.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, looking at you out of the corner of his eye to avoid a car accident with a grin on his face. He really is fucking crazy, you thought.
"You're so damn frustrating. Why haven't you touched me yet?"
"I'm touching you now." he smirked.
"You asshole! You're not touching me-Ah!" you yelped as he dug his thumb into your wetness and began rubbing you, his left hand steadily steering. You spread your legs as far as the car allowed and pulled your knee up, giving him as much access as you could.
"Oh god..." you relaxed and succumbed to your pleasure, making his thumb work at its full potential.
His other fingers were busy playing with your pussy, tracing the fabric to your entrance, but never actually going inside. You were breathing heavily as his fingers grazed closer to your clit each time he would repeat his movements. His thumb found your clit and started massaging it while his pointer and middle finger pulled your panties to the side and slipped in, parting your walls. You shuddered and moaned, but kept your eyes on the road ahead of you.
The way he was touching you was incredible, you were so wet that you could already feel the heat radiating from your skin. And he was doing all that while driving. One hand on the steering wheel, the other one down your panties.
He looked really hot, you had to admit to yourself, as you bit your lip glancing over at him. His eyes fixed on the road, concentration evident on his face as he drilled into you with his right hand. You wanted to lean over and kiss him.
His fingers curled inside of you, hitting that spot. Pumping in and out, you were getting more and more jerky in the passenger seat, only the seat belt restraining you from bucking your hips forward. It was getting so good, so painfully good when he pulled his fingers out of you.
"Don't do that." you whined, as he noticed your hips jerking and tried to move his hand to make you come.
"What?"
"That," you breathed, "Pull your fingers out of me."
He chuckled and put his palm over your pussy again, stroking you from the top. You started getting wetter and your breaths got faster and louder.
"Lando... Please! Don't." you muttered, knowing that in a matter of minutes you'd achieve sweet release.
He continued nonetheless, his nails scratching your skin every time the pad of his thumb would meet with your clitoris. You groaned and spread your legs wider, moaning Lando's name as you came.
"Seriously?" he chuckled again, stopping at the red light.
"Shut up." you glared at him and puffed your disheveled hair out of your face. He was still smiling. "That was not funny." you hissed, removing his hand from you.
"I agree." he said, undeterred by your actions. He brought the hand that was on your pussy up to his mouth and licked his fingers clean. "Mm, now this is what I call dessert." he moaned, licking his lips and savoring the taste. "And that was your first orgasm of the night, babe."
"You're an asshole." you pouted.
"So you've told me." he drove off, his hand coming back to rub your thigh.
"Lando, I'm serious," you grabbed his fingers and pushed them away. "Stop."
"Babe, you should really learn to finish what you start." he said, his cottage cheese fingers now replaced by the dripping wetness of his mouth. "Did you forget?"
"I hate you."
"You love me."
"I'm marrying you for your money."
"And your body." he added, letting his fingers lick your inner thigh.
"You bastard."
"We still have business to run when we get home." he announced, glancing quickly over at you. But your eyes were already half-lidded and there was a pleasant ache between your legs.
"Just drive." you muttered.
"I'm serious." he lightly chuckled, putting his right hand on your leg and rubbing you solidly through your skirt.
"We'll see." you adjusted yourself in the seat. You closed your eyes as you made yourself comfortable, enjoying the rest of the ride home.
Like he knew you needed a bit more rest, he took a longer route home. Pulling into your driveway, you smirked as the lights illuminated your face. You cleared your throat and fixed your skirt before exiting the car and sauntering over to the front of the house without giving a second glance to Lando. You made sure to sway your hips a little extra to grab his attention which worked, considering you were already unlocking the front door when you heard a soft click of his car door, meaning he stayed behind. Your feet were killing you and you only got to kick off one shoe when a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.
"Back where we started," he whispered.
"Something like that." you smiled, your hand grabbing the nape of his neck as you kicked the other shoe off. You stood flat on your bare feet, significantly shorter than him now.
He traced your shoulder with kisses up to your neck, his palms riding up your waist to cup your breasts. A low moan escaped you as he thumbed your nipple. You let your head fall back on his shoulder as your hips began to grind against him.
"I want you." you breathed into his ear.
He was hard against you and you could already feel yourself dripping wet for him. He turned you around, smashing your lips together as he picked you up and carried you to the living room couch. He sat down with you straddling him, your kissing already turned into a heavy make out session, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth and vice versa.
One hand on your hip helping you rock back and forth, the other one on your jaw and throat, choking lightly and keeping your head in place. His hips buckled up as you sped your movements, making him hiss into your mouth and bite harder on your lower lip. You let out a soft cry, but didn't let that stop you.
Now both of his hands roamed the open back of your dress, his face pressed flat in your cleavage until he brought one of his hands and tugged harshly down at the top of your dress, afraid you heard something snap.
"Oh, did I rip it? Did I rip it for good this time?" he got a bit too overly excited for your liking.
"Yeah, I think one of my straps snapped." you breathed, flustered.
"Thank god!" he exclaimed, rubbing his nose in your cleavage. "I've been waiting for this day."
"I didn't realize you were such a fan of this dress." you sarcastically remarked, rolling your eyes, knowing damn well how he felt about it. You glanced down and saw he had torn the top of the dress almost to your belly button.
"Sorry." he grinned.
"No, you're not." you couldn't help but laugh. "You're going to make me buy a new one." you said, trying to push his face back into your cleavage.
"I'll pay for it." he nodded. You shook your head dismissively, deciding to let the subject go.
Coming up to your breasts, he pressed his palms over them before rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. You moaned as he did, his breath hot on your skin. He moved his mouth to suck on your left breast, closing his eyes and taking in your scent. You let your hand fall to his waist, pulling at his belt. He glanced up, his eyes meeting yours, but only for a moment, before his tongue swirled around your right nipple. Your breath hitched when he grazed you with his teeth, your right hand tugging on his curls. He let your nipple pop out of his mouth before dragging his teeth over your skin, the sensation sending electric currents through you.
"I have an idea-"
"Oh no-"
"Can you stand up for me, please, love?" he innocently grinned up at you.
Just out of pure curiosity you listened to him. He turned you around so that your back was facing him.
"You're going to rip the rest off me, aren't you?"
"Guilty." he pulled the remaining strap down. Your hands were on the couch now, bracing yourself and waiting for his next move.
"You're so dirty." you said, unable to resist sounding disappointed.
"And you're so wet." he said, his fingers pressed up against your drenched panties.
"Shut up." you shuddered, his breath warming the back of your neck.
The fire in you was burning now. You felt his hands snake around your neck and his hot breath on your ear.
"Just because I don't like this dress doesn't mean I don't love you. I love you so much." he whispered.
"I love you more." you replied, relaxed.
He leaned in and kissed your back, all the way down your spine, making you shudder at the feeling of his soft lips against your skin. His hands gently grabbed the remaining fabric of the dress on your hips and in one swift motion, tore it off your body.
"Whoops," he said, dropping the shreds that once made up a dress on the floor.
"You tease." you smirked over your shoulder.
"You love it."
You nodded. You felt his hands gently grab your hips as he pushed you forward a bit and stood up behind you. One of his hands spread across your lower back and the other reached down to grasp on your thigh. He pulled you back against him and you could feel his hardness in between your ass cheeks as he kissed your shoulder. You felt his hand wander up your inner thigh and lightly graze your clit. You moaned in approval and he took that as a cue to keep going. He slipped a finger or two inside you and it was almost instant that he was tapping your g-spot.
"Lando." you breathed, fully leaning on him for support.
"Yes, love?" his voice was deep and low.
"I want you." you whined for the second time that evening.
"And you'll have me." he said, without providing much information on when that will be.
He laid you back on the couch, opening your legs to slide his arms in between your thighs. He lifted your butt off the couch and you wrapped your arms tight around his neck, anticipating the moment where he'd have his face between your legs.
He descended on top of you, his lips kissing your neck before moving over to your ear. His teeth grazed your earlobe and you shuddered as he sucked.
"More." you panted, your fingers clawing at his shirt.
He smirked, giving your ear one last lick before moving his attention to your lips. His rough hands maneuvered over your skin, finally gripping your breasts and pinching your nipples. Your hands cupped his face as he roughly bit down on your lower lip, then moving to your jaw and then your neck.
You pulled off his dress shirt as he attacked your neck with his mouth and his teeth. Your eyes fluttered close as his teeth sank into your shoulder. He pulled away, leaving a series of hickeys on your skin. He climbed back on top of you, his hands snaking down to grab your ass. He looked into your eyes, biting down on his lip as he pushed his hardness into your thigh. You wiggled your hips, getting impatient for him to be inside of you.
"So impatient," he remarked. "Can't you see I'm trying to take my time with you?"
"This is torture." you said instead.
"Now, baby," he said, kissing his way down from in between your chest to your stomach. "No need for dramatics."
Positioning his face just above your pussy, he gently removed your panties as he pushed your legs a bit more forward, angling you just the way he wanted you. Without previous warning, he ran his hot tongue all over you. Oh, god, real torture begins now, you thought.
A moan chocked in your throat as your mouth hung agape. It didn't take long for him to start lapping around your folds, suck on your clit and fuck into your entrance with his pointy tongue. You were a squirmy and moany mess, one hand pulling on his hair, the othe one gripping the couch, but he didn't cease. In fact, it only encouraged him to flick his tongue over your sensitivity and keep tasting you up.
Thighs shaking and repeatedly panting his name, your climax arrived sooner that you anticipated. He licked you clean one last time before getting on top of you once more and kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips. You sank your teeth into his bottom lip as you sucked on it, receiving a moan into your mouth from him. He gave you a few more pecks before pulling you up by your arms into his embrace.
"What do you say we take this to the bedroom?" he questioned.
You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as he carried you like a child in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist.
He dropped you on the bed and fumbled with his pants. That gave you an opportunity to quickly get on your knees and take his belt off and unbutton his pants. He got the hint, taking them down. You rested your head on his thigh, looking up at him–pouting–as you stroked the bulge in his boxers. You probably couldn't count how many times he actually got a boner this evening and had to fight it. His lips parted, shaky breaths escaping him.
"Please..." he begged, fingers raking through your hair.
He didn't have to tell you twice to take his boxers off. After all, you could no longer deny him his pleasure after everything you've put him through this evening. He deserved his little treat. His length sprung forward and you rested it on your tongue. He shuddered, holding your head as you bobbed on him. You started going faster and it wasn't long before you could feel him twitching in your mouth.
You usually didn't do this, but you wanted to tease him as much as you could. When you felt him starting to lose his grip, you stopped and smiled as you looked up at him. Strands of saliva connected your mouth to his cock. He looked at you with a desperate look, his hands holding your head still.
"Why did you stop?" he asked, his voice husky.
"Because you wanted to," you said, beaming.
He shook his head dismissively, returning a smile. You wrapped your lips around his tip again, sucking on him as hard as you could. His head fell back onto his shoulder, his eyes closed in ecstasy. You gripped him in your hands, stroking him as you bobbed your head up and down.
You stopped when it felt like his cock was about to burst. You let go and looked up at him and he caught you before you could say anything. He pulled you up and his lips crashed onto yours. The taste of him was still on your tongue, but you didn't mind. He kissed you tighter, his hands wrapped around your body, his fingers clawing at your lower back.
"Please, stop fucking teasing me." he groaned.
"I'm sorry." I pouted. "I'm so, so sorry."
"Want to show me just how sorry you are? Huh?" he grabbed your jaw, fixing your eyes on him. You nodded in response, this play only turning you on. "I'm going to fuck you right here." he muttered, his voice husky with lust. "Right on this bed, where I have fucked you numerous times before." he took your arms and pinned them to your sides. "Don't. Fight. Me." he warned, making sure not to repeat previous mistakes.
You shook your head and let out a nervous giggle.
"That's my girl." he leaned forward to kiss you again.
You moaned into it, pressing your body against him. His palm rubbed up your leg, parting it wider as he went to your thigh. He held your leg as he slipped it over his shoulder, his fingers brushing faintly over you, your hips bucking against him, urging him to go. He obliged by slipping two fingers. Your back arched up, your head falling back as you groaned.
"So wet for me." he grinned.
"You just don't know what you do to me." you explained, rocking your hips, enjoying the feeling of his fingers filling you up.
"I'll show you what I'm going to do to you." he claimed, gripping your hand and intertwining your fingers. His other hand was working its way further up your thigh and stopping above your knee.
"Do it, Lando." you pleaded.
He hoisted your other leg over his shoulder as well, changing the angle of your body and pushed himself into you. You twisted your head to look at him, your mouth hanging open as you let out a loud cry.
"Oh, fuck me, Lando..." you said breathily.
"Say my name." he rocked his hips faster.
"Lando," you gasped, your thighs beginning to shake.
"Louder." he commanded, squeezing your ass in his hands. "You're louder when you come."
"Lan... Lando!" you moaned, throwing your head back again.
The feeling was so overwhelming that you could feel yourself on the brink of climax. Your thighs started to shake violently and your stomach felt like it was being tickled on the inside. You moaned his name, trying to stifle a scream as you felt the most intense orgasm wash over you. You felt like you were going to pass out. It really had to be the most incredible feeling you ever experienced. You could feel him still hunched over you, filling you up.
"Lay down," he ordered.
"I can't even move," you gasped. "I'm numb."
"Good." he chuckled. "It means you enjoyed yourself."
"What about you?" you asked him.
"I'm covered in you." he kissed you. "That's more than enough."
"I want to make you feel good." you said, trying to catch your breath.
"That's something I'll have to work for." he smirked at you, rolling his cock inside you.
You bit your lip to keep you from moaning as you twisted your hips and dug your nails into his skin. He started kissing and sucking on your neck and your hands fell to his shoulders.
"I think you've had enough fun." he said, nibbling on your ear.
"Too much is never enough." you giggled. "Just stay inside me." you whispered as you put your arms back around his neck.
"I can do that." he smiled before kissing you.
He started thrusting in and out of you slowly, changing the angle again. You moaned into the kiss, your arms tightening around him. You started rocking your hips in sync with his thrusts, filling you up even more. He let go of your arms and cupped your face, still kissing you. You moved your hands to his neck and tangled your fingers into his hair.
"Oh, my god," you moaned into his mouth. "This feels so good."
"Tell me what you feel," he said between kisses.
"I feel full." you said breathily. "Like your cock is stretching me out." this dirty talk made you giggle.
"Tell me how it feels filling you up." he encouraged.
"I feel like I'm ready to burst," you said, shuddering. "I love it."
He pushed into you deeper and his lips found your collar bone.
"Good," he groaned. "I want you to feel good."
"I do." you breathed. "Oh, my god, I do." your eyes rolled back.
"Are you going to come again?" he asked, changing the speed of his thrusts.
"I don't know." you said. "Don't stop." you hugged him closer.
You felt the muscles in your body tightening and you knew you were about to climax again. He pulled back and looked down at you.
"Stay with me." he said, thrusting harder.
"I can't." you moaned.
He lifted you up, changing the position again. He slid out of you slightly then pushed in hard, hitting you in the right spot.
"Oh, fuck," you moaned, arms falling back to your side. "Fuck!" you screamed.
"Good girl," he pulled your face up and kissed you.
You came so hard that your vision went blurry and you felt like passing out again. You could feel him still thrusting into you, trying to keep pace. You bucked against him, your hips constricting as he came inside of you, groaning your name. He put you back down on the bed, his hands still on your body, gently rubbing your skin. You felt like you were on top of the world.
"I love you." you said, turning your head to face him. "So much."
"I love you." he replied, kissing your forehead.
"I'm sorry if I was a bit bratty today." you snuggled closer to him.
"Nah, I deserved it." he played with your fingers on his stomach. "And if I didn't, I know why you do it anyway." he shot you a quick glance.
"Oh, really?" you challenged.
"Uh huh. Don't get me wrong, it's hot and all, but babe, if you want me to fuck you hard all you have to do is ask."
"You're unbelievable." you shoved his shoulder and turned around, getting further away from him as possible. "Let's see the next time I behave like that and you don't get anything." you tucked yourself in with a duvet.
"Babe," he called and rolled his body closer to yours, hugging you from behind. "It was a joke. With some truth in it, but you know-"
You turned around just to hit his chest."
"Asshole."
"Princess."
You snuggled into the crook of his neck as he rested his chin on top of your head, your limbs tangled together.
"Prick."
"Babygirl."
"Wanker."
"If you want round three just say that." even though you both laughed, you still hit him with your fist.
"Fucking idiot."
"Love of my life."
You're not sure when exactly did he stop whispering names of endearment in your ear for you fell asleep in his arms to the sound of his voice with a hint of a smile plastered on your face.
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never grow up part two
summary: chris and sunny's friendship is put to the test as they navigate new changes between them, following them having sex
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part 3
Every morning at the Sturniolo’s house starts the same. Chris and I are always the last out of bed even though we wake up before everyone else. We spend hours talking and laughing and avoiding interaction with anyone else. Even when we were just friends, we just wanted to be alone together.
Now, things are slightly different.
I woke up with Chris’ arms enclosed around my body. He never was the type to cuddle, but maybe it’s because he’s going back to LA in a few days that he feels like he should hold onto me until that time comes.
I had forgotten about that. The whole fact that he’d have to leave soon.
He shifts a bit beneath me, stirring awake. His eyes search for mine, looking for a sign that I’m awake too. I close my eyes quickly, but with a laugh beneath me, I know I wasn’t fast enough.
“I saw that,” he says. “What are you pretending you’re sleeping for?”
“You looked so cute, I didn’t want to wake you up. I thought if I pretended to sleep then you’d go back to sleep and I could admire you longer.”
He smiles softly, pulling me closer. “You’re adorable.” My heart races a little. “You liked that, huh?” he asks, feeling my heart against his chest.
I push myself off of him, rolling my eyes. “Shut up.”
Flashbacks from last night come rushing in like a storm cloud, preparing to strike me with every mistake we may have made. I don’t want to think that sex with Chris was a mistake, but I can’t let myself feel these things for him if he’s going back to LA, which is of course going to happen.
From the kiss, to the sex, to us cuddling after, every touch of our bodies felt like a rush of electricity until we were destined to burn out.
“You hungry?” he snaps me out of my daze where my thoughts started consuming me. “Mom’s making french toast. Your favorite.”
Mom. Because she was never just his mom. She was always a second mother to me.
“And yours,” I remind him.
He smiles, nodding in agreement. “That’s why we work so well together.”
Then, he kisses me.
It’s so natural like he hasn’t even thought about it. Like he didn’t have to. Like it’s everything he’s been wanting to do.
“I need to change. I’ll be down in a minute though,” I give him a half smile, realizing that I’m in nothing more than my underwear and Chris’ old t-shirt.
He kisses my forehead, then leaves the room.
I pull on a pair of Chris’ sweatpants and a hoodie, covering myself head to toe in his wardrobe. When I walk downstairs, no one says anything about me wearing his clothes. No one cares. This is how it’s always been, even before he was burying himself inside of me last night.
“Morning, Sunny,” Matt says through a mouthful of his breakfast. He washes it down with a swig of orange juice, barely looking up at me as he eats and tries to talk at the same time.
I sit next to him as Chris’ mom makes me a plate of food, sliding it down in front of me. Chris stands by the fridge, pouring himself some water from the dispenser in the fridge. I look up, catching his eye.
He starts to smile at me, the smallest smile that sends a zoo of butterflies scattering through my body.
“What the fuck are you doing!” Nick exclaims, tossing his arms up towards Chris as he looks down at the puddle of water on the floor he just stepped into.
Chris’ eyes go wide at the glass of water overflowing in his hand, dripping into a small pond on the floor.
“Sorry,” he mumbles.
“Dude, clean it up!” Matt adds, this time without his mouth full.
“I am dipshit!” he calls back, dropping a towel on the floor and swiping it on the tile with his foot.
Chris sits to the left of me at the island, eating his breakfast silently.
With some small talk being made as everyone eats, the only thing I’m focused on is Chris’ taps onto my foot with his own.
“Something funny?” Matt asks, noticing my smile and quiet giggles as I play footsie with his brother.
“Sorry, it’s nothing.”
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“You’re lying!” I yell at him.
“I’m not!” he shouts back, inches from my face.
“You’re a fucking liar!”
“And you’re overdramatic!”
“You do remember, you’re just embarrassed.”
He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Why would I want to remember me throwing up after I had my first kiss.”
I erupt into laughter as he finally gives into his embarrassing memory. He punches my arm forcefully.
“HEY!”
“I was 12 and scared! And I chugged like three sodas beforehand so yeah, I thought I was gonna burp, and then I threw up. Laugh it up.”
“Oh, I will,” I tease him further, watching him shake his head at me.
“Mmm,” he hums, nodding his head at me as he brings his face closer to mine, brushing our noses as our lips find each other.
I give him a quick kiss, making him whine as I pull away.
“More,” he says, his eyes closed as he smiles.
I peck his lips again, just for him to ask for more.
“Chris!” I scold him, laughing.
“What!” he shouts back defensively. “I’m making up for lost time here.”
I find myself giving in, just like I always do. I give into everything that screams his name. I give into anything that gives me some of him, even though now I have all of him.
Our lips press together like it’s everything that we’re supposed to be. His hand holds my face, and as the kiss grows from soft pecks to a heavier makeout, I’m eternally grateful that we came to my house. Two nights at his place would be too suspicious. We would always alternate houses as kids.
He sits on my couch in my new apartment that I share with my college roommate. Luckily, she’s at work. With him in Boston for now, we don’t have to worry about alternating houses. If he wants to stay here and sleep in my bed and hold me and kiss me while we sleep, we don’t need anyone’s permission anymore. That’s what I remind myself as I climb into his lap.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers against my lips.
Baby.
Not Sunny.
Not even my real name.
He calls me baby.
I can’t even kiss him for a second because of the way my lips curl into a smile.
He pulls back and looks at me, analyzing my expression. “What’s that for?”
“You called me baby.”
I feel his body release a casual shrug. “It’s nothing,” he says.
But to me it’s everything.
I smile into another kiss, holding him close. His hands grip my hips, shifting me slightly on his crotch. A gasp escapes my lips, just enough noise for him to break our mouths apart and lock his eyes on mine, watching the satisfaction rise through my body.
“I love learning what you like,” he nods, flicking his eyes all over my face. “I never remember ever having to learn something new about you. This is so refreshing. I love having more of you.”
My hips dip forward, searching for some sort of release of the ache as I feel my clit begging for attention. As I rock my hips on him, I find the strength between my staggered breathing to say, “I’m yours.”
He raises his thumb to my bottom lip, pulling it downward. His eyes are full of lust as he sucks his own lip in between his teeth, biting down on it hard like he’s holding himself back.
“You always have been.”
I just about melt into him, the kiss pulling us together like the strongest magnets. Even on opposite sides of the country, we’re destined to be drawn together.
He wraps his arms around my lower back, holding me tight as he pulls me into his body, picking me up slightly and laying me down on the length of the couch, all without letting his mouth leave mine.
“I don’t want to know a world where I’m not your number one girl,” I confess to him, the words slipping out of me as I know our events of last night could have changed everything between us.
“Well,” he starts to say, making me freeze. “Apart from my mom and maybe my future daughter, you’re definitely number one.”
Good answer.
His mouth dips to my neck, pushing his own sweatshirt on my body aside as he searches for the spot with the easiest access, but can also double as a sweet spot that will have me begging him for more.
As he places sloppy kisses on my neck and his hands push against my stomach, I have a random rush on panic in my body, like I need answers before I need him inside of me again.
“Chris?”
“Hmm,” he lets out a hum, trying not to break contact between us.
“We need to talk.”
He groans, but not the kind filled with pleasure. He sounds pissed off. “Right now?”
I nod. “Yes, right now.”
He sits up on his knees. “Can you give me like… ten minutes?”
I shake my head.
He lets out a gentle sigh, not one of annoyance, but rather an exhale after the rush of our bodies that we had been looking for until I stopped it.
He runs his hand through his hair, correcting the placement of his curls after I threw them off as we kissed and started touching each other. “What’s up?”
I struggle to find the right words to tell him what is going on inside my brain. How do I make him understand that I’m terrified of losing our friendship because of us having sex, or that I’m scared to ruin our friendship through a relationship, but all I’ve thought of growing up is what it would be like to know he was my boyfriend, and no one else's?
“I just – I think– Last night,” I struggle, but the words start to form. “I had a lot of fun last night. It was really good. And right now, I want to do that again… I just–”
Chris’ expression changes numerous times as I take him on a mental journey with me. He looks worried, then smiles, then looks worried again.
“We don’t have to have sex again right now,” he reminds me. “I just thought you wanted to because you got in my lap but I should have asked–”
“No,” I interrupt him, almost too passionate about the topic of sex with him, but hey, that’s years of pent up frustration coming out. “It’s not about the sex.”
“You sure?” he pushes a bit further, raising an eyebrow at me.
I nod. “It has nothing to do with the sex… entirely…” I’m ruining this by speaking. “I’ve liked you for so long, Chris.”
I watch him swallow. It’s like he’s nervous. He doesn’t say anything.
So I continue and hope that he interrupts me at some point.
“I’ve always liked you and I always wanted something more in our friendship but if that never happened, I was okay with that, because we were Sunny and Chris, and that was always enough. But after last night, and the way things have been going all day… I guess I’ve just been thinking about how things might be if we… you know… tried.”
“Tried what?” he asks me blankly.
I blink at him a few times, waiting for it to register, but it never does.
“A relationship,” I say simply.
His face contorts.
My heart just about fucking stops functioning.
“Why would we do that?”
I don’t bother hiding the fact that my face fell in front of him. I scoot back a bit, feeling uncomfortable with being so brave and outspoken. I shouldn’t have said anything at all, but as I juggle that idea, I remember that he started this. I have no reason to doubt what I thought he felt. He gave me this.
“We had sex last night,” I remind him, as if he could possibly forget.
“I know that. I’m saying… why would we start a relationship just because we had sex?”
He waits for me to say something back, but I’m at a loss for words. I’m treading water in the deepest of oceans, and all I want right now is to fucking drown and never come back up after this.
“It was just sex,” he adds.
That sucks me underwater, and I’m struggling to breathe.
Except in real life, it pushes me to stand up in front of him, taking control. “Just sex?!”
The scariest part of this is that he doesn’t even look like he feels that he’s said anything wrong.
“Sun–”
“I don’t just have sex, Chris,” I cut him off, the fear, anger, sadness, and sudden regret pour out of me. “And I would never just have sex with you. I had sex with you because I thought things were different. I thought you wanted me differently. And now that we’ve had sex, you’re just gonna go back to LA and we’re gonna what? Go back to not speaking on the phone and only communicating through meaningless Snapchats?”
He stares at the floor, not a thought leaving his head and entering his mouth, clearly, because he says nothing back.
“If you can’t figure this out on your own with that college brain, then I have nothing else to say to you,” he finally says. He grabs his phone and adjusts his clothing before he stands up and places himself inches from my face. “Figure it out and then call me.”
“What does me being in college have to do with this?” I ask.
“You know exactly what it means!” he says, his volume much louder than before, catching me off guard. “You act like you’re so much higher than me-”
“I’m gonna stop you there,” I interject quickly. “I was always the person supporting you and telling you to chase your dreams. I was always the one telling everyone that you were gonna make it big.”
“Right, but you don’t want me to go to LA.”
He starts walking away, and without hesitating, I run after him.
“This isn’t about LA!” I shout. “This is about you and me!”
He spins around on his feet, his face inches from mine as he yells back, “I know that!”
“It’s about you and if you’re ready to be in a relationship, and if you’re willing to do distance for us-”
“Are you serious? If I’m willing?” he argues, stepping closer to me. I step back. It’s like I don’t know him anymore. “I’ve been following you around like an abandoned puppy since the day we met and you’re still asking yourself what I want?”
I let my voice drop to a much lower volume, practically a mumble. “What do you want?”
“YOU! I WANT YOU!”
I fall silent. My eyes fill with tears, but I refuse to let them fall. He’s here. I haven’t lost him. We just have to get through this new part of us.
“Do you want me?” he asks, noticing my silence as I tried to gather my thoughts.
Of course I want you. I’ve always wanted you, and I always will.
I want to be your biggest fan, on the sidelines watching you succeed and achieve every dream I remember you telling me about as we colored with sidewalk chalk as kids until we skinned our fingers from rubbing the chalk into the pavement too hard.
I don’t know how long we’ve been in silence. I don’t know how long I’ve been having a mental battle with myself.
I want to be with Chris, but I don’t think we want each other the same way.
I want to have a relationship with him. I want to call him mine and know that he’s no one else’s. I want to look at pictures of us as kids and laugh, thinking about how things have changed.
He wants freedom, and he wants to have fun. I was there, and we didn’t give ourselves to each other. I gave myself to him, and he gave me the Chris that he gives every girl in LA. He made me think I was more than that to him. I should be more than that, and that’s what makes me hesitant above all.
When he goes back to LA, everything falls back to the way it was, and that’s the last thing I want. Yet, I can’t bring myself to beg for change, because I know it won’t happen unless he wants this too.
“Cool,” nods. He tucks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie and slips his shoes on. He heads to the door and says, “I’ve spent my entire life chasing after someone who couldn’t give a fuck about me.”
Then, he leaves.
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hi! are you taking requests rn?
if so, i would love to read about rafe x reader with ocd like cleaning, checking windows & doors. how would he handle it? like pls soft!rafe calming her down when she’s having a meltdown after the hopper etc step inside with dirty shoes
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Dirty Floors And Wrinkly Hands
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x OCD!Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.8K
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It’s a constant voice in her head. Telling her that it needs to be clean. That any possible germ could enter a family member’s or her body and get them sick. She spends so much of her day obsessing over everything being clean and then the other half just making sure she did something right. She knows the way she obsesses over things is unhealthy, but she does it to keep herself safe. To keep her loved ones safe. The compulsions are just as bad because they make her feel like she is in a constant state of déjà vu. She gets home and locks the door. As she steps away from it, she doubts that she did it properly. She locks the door again. But what if by relocking it, she did it incorrectly? She has to try again. After all, the third time’s the charm. She relocks it one more time before stepping off of the doormat. Shit. She forgot to take her shoes off before she did it. Now, the floors are dirty. The germs from her shoes are slowly infecting the whole front entry room. She takes her shoes off and heads to the laundry room. She thinks about taking the mop out, except if she uses a sponge, she can really put elbow grease into getting the floor clean.
That’s how Rafe finds her when he gets home an hour later. She is on her knees, hunching over the tile floor. Her fingers are shrivelled up and ache from the pressure she is putting into digging the sponge into the floor. Rafe locks the door as hard as he can to reassure Y/N that he did it. He wipes his shoes on the front mat and then takes them off. Before he greets his girlfriend, he washes his hand like a surgeon. Even if she can’t see how he washes his hands, he will know he didn’t do it correctly.
He pads back to the front room and carefully walks over the drying floor. He squats down to be closer to Y/N, cringing at the sight of her hands. He slowly reaches out to place his hands on hers. Her movement stops as she flicks her eyes over to him. “I stepped on the floor with my shoes,” she cries, trying to get back to cleaning. The corner of his lip curves a little, “And it’s okay that you did, Sweetheart. Remember what Dr. Palmer said. You only need to clean things once. The germs can’t hurt you if you do that.” “Yes, but I cleaned it and then I accidentally touched it before I washed my hands. So it made it dirty again,” she explains, wiggling her hurting fingers. Rafe shakes his head, “I understand, Sweetheart. I just saw you clean it now, so it means it is clean. Right?” She nods her head. “Then how about we go wash our hands now? It would mean your hands and the floors are clean.” He stands to his full height and offers his hand. She takes it so that she can stand as well. He leads her into the bathroom and steps back while she washes her hands. When he sees she goes to wash it again, he gently pulls her away from the sink under the guise of needing to wash his own hands.
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The next day, Y/N is watching TV in her living room when a knock comes at the door. Rafe calls out that he is going to get it and he lets Topper in. The boys are stuck in a conversation, so Topper forgets to take his shoes off before stepping off of the floor mat. The boys don’t notice it, yet Y/N does. They turn at the sound of her running to the laundry room. Topper looks down and notices his shoes are still on. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Man,” he apologizes as he takes his shoes off immediately. Rafe claps his hand on the other boy’s shoulder, “It’s okay. Do you mind just going into the other room while I help her out?” Topper’s head moves from side to side as he makes his way into the living room after putting his shoes away.
She comes running back into the room with a bucket of soapy water and a sponge. Rafe’s hands drop on her shoulders. “Hey, why don’t you let me clean it? You know I know how you like to get it clean and you can watch to make sure I do it right,” he offers, taking the clean tools into her hand. She quietly agrees and steps back. Her eyes observe as he follows every single step she has talked about when it comes to cleaning. He goes over every square of tile twice and puts as much pressure onto the sponge as he can. Once he is done, the nagging voice in her head has died down. He looks at her for approval and she gives him a tiny nod. He gets up, putting everything away for her. He washes his hands under her surveillance before giving her a kiss. They make their way hand and hand to the living room so they can watch TV. Y/N can’t help but thank the universe for giving her a boyfriend, who is so understanding and doesn’t mock her for her OCD.
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Slashers reaction to S/o singing WAP and dancing
I love requests like this!! You just made my day<3
╰┈➤𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎
𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆.ೃ࿐
{𝘎𝘕 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, + 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦}
*ೃ༄ 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬
Michael was cleaning his knife when he heard music. He looked around the whole house before spotting you dancing in the room you shared. That's when the lyrics hit him- “wet what now?” he thought.
Michael is very old so a song that says wet ass pussy a lot will be very new to him. Don't think he doesn't find your dancing sexy as hell though. It's just, who the fuck made the song?
It takes you a while before noticing he's behind you. Good thing you aren't a victim, your ass would've been dead. Now, two things could happen. He'll either walk away like he didn't see anything or he'll put them hips to work;)
*ೃ༄ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐲
Baby will be dancing with you no matter where it's at. She didn't know WAP previously, however, it's now her favorite song. Mother Firefly will even encourage you guys on dancing and having fun together. Granted, she doesn't know the song but go for it kiddos!!
You definitely have danced together in the shower before. With and without clothes on. Tiny had to mop up the water you dripped getting out (he still hasn't gotten over it, like how do clothes hold that much water?!)
Baby also spends most of her money on dancing outfits for you and her. There is a stage baby usually has her special performance on. Now, it's for the two of you and whatever unique thing you come up with as a couple.
*ೃ༄ 𝐎𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝
When he hears the song it causes him to laugh harder than ever. People make songs about anything nowadays huh?
Otis watches you dance for hours on end. Just know you'll be having to show him your moves in the bedroom as well. If it helps he'll turn on music for you to get the rhythm and courage going again.
Whenever Baby or you play WAP now he forever thinks of messing up your insides. Yes, Baby knows all the lyrics to that song now. The Firefly house has many rooms but thin walls.
*ೃ༄ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠
Spaulding can be pissed at times but other times he's a really fun guy. It's not your fault though, he just hates his job. If you catch him in a good mood he'll watch you dance for a bit. Soon enough he'll try to copy some of the moves to make you giggle.
If you catch him at a bad time though he'll make fun of you for personal gain.
Later that night when he's had time to cool off just ask him about it. It'll mean a lot to him to have someone interested about his feelings and his day.
*ೃ༄ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞
Brahms has no idea about what WAP means. Honestly, it's better if you don't tell him anyways. He still likes the way you dance and match the beat. It makes him feel funny... which basically means he wants that ass.
Brahms will get shy and try to hide his face from you. You caught him staring and now he's embarrassed. Give him a kiss though and everything will be A-okay.
*ೃ༄ 𝐓𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞
Tiffany loves when you participate in the little things she does. You guys steal together, kill together, sleep together, all the fun makings of every good couple. Seeing you smiling and dancing, she knew she must join in.
You'll have to teach Tiff the moves and some of the lyrics first. She loves to learn new things from you and is a hands-on learner.
Once you finish the song and are done with choreography she'll confess something. “I found dancing together kinda hot actually” she's now thought of a great new foreplay.
*ೃ༄ 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞
Dollface will support you 100% when you dance to any song. She'll even throw dollar bills at you. It's one thing when she does it, but if someone else chimes in she'll cut their throat open. No fucks with her S/o.
When the funhouse opens up you can have your own room to dance in if you wish. Anyone that touches or makes crude remarks just let Doll know!!
*ೃ༄ 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧
When art saw you dancing he pushed you aside. He's been waiting for so long to bust these moves and teach you how to truly dance. Don't make fun of him trying to twerk though he'll give the silent treatment. Not like he can talk anyways... but still.
If you don't mind Art popping his clownussy then go ahead and start dancing with him. I promise, he won't push you aside this time. Just don't steal his spotlight or he'll pout.
*ೃ༄ 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝
Just like Otis, he'll watch you dance for hours. Doomhead finds you very beautiful and your body is something he desires all the time. Seeing you dancing, shit, he couldn't control himself.
From now on doom will have you dance/strip for him before having sex. Night, day, outside, inside, he'll fuck you senseless.
Doom also carries a photo of your body in his wallet. He doesn't show anyone the picture since your his and it's not their business.
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Pedri- Messy
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I thought moving in with Pedri would be great we spent so much time together that it just made sense to officially move in together. I was always at his during the day and barely even slept at my place so it felt stupid paying the rent to only be there for a few hours a week. I thought it would be a simple transition as I thought I knew pretty much everything there is to know about Pedri but I was wrong. Turns out Pedri has been hiding the fact that he's actually a complete mess most of the time. He must have actually bothered to put things away or tidy when I was just visiting but now I've moved in he's stopped that and the place is a constant mess.
Everyday I come home from work and spend at least an hour washing dishes or picking up Pedri's training kit that he's just leaves all over the place. Today is my day off and usually I would do things I like to do such as go to the gym, read a book or catch up on my favourite shows but today I had to clean. I've been doing loads of overtime this week as I had a big deadline so I haven't been able to do the tidying I would do each day and now the whole house is a mess to the point that I can't stand to look at it any longer. It was hard to know where to even begin but after walking around to get ready I decided the best way forward was to start with all of my things and then work through each room.
Over the course of the day I went round and tidied then deep cleaned each room as the place was very much in need of it. It took me all day I was at it from when Pedri left for training to when he came back after meetings and other filming he had to do. By the time I was done my back and arms were hurting from the constant bending down and scrubbing. As much as it was hard work it felt so good to have it done and see all my hard work pay off as the house was truly spotless for probably the first time since Pedri moved in.
Just as I finished putting away all my cleaning supplies the door opened and Pedri came in and put his bag on the floor to come and give me a hug and a few kisses which were much appreciated. After greeting me he headed upstairs to change taking his bag with him but leaving his shoes and his boots in the middle of the entrance which any other day might not bother me but today annoyed me a bit. I put them where they are supposed to be and then headed upstairs myself to go and change as I had got a bit sweaty from cleaning. When I got to our bedroom I almost had a heart attack as yet again Pedri's stuff was everywhere and he had messed up everything I had organised neatly on his side of the room. Although it really wasn't that big of a deal it physically hurt to see everything that I had done all day be ruined in a matter of minutes. I could feel anger bubbling up inside of me as not only did Pedri not acknowledge that I had even cleaned the place he just went and made it a mess again expecting me to clean it up at some point like I'm some sort of maid and not his girlfriend.
"Baby can you put this stuff away please?" I asked him as nicely as I could as I entered the room
He completely ignored me and kept looking through his draws for something specific. The longer he ignored me the angrier I got but I didn't want to start an argument so I turned away to try and calm myself down until he actually spoke.
"Why do you always do this where the fuck have you put everything" he yelled
"Woah don't yell at me what are you looking for?" I asked angrily
"It doesn't even matter why are you so obsessed with putting everything in a certain place I hate it just leave my stuff where it is" he continued to yell
"But the place is a constant mess Pedri I can't live like that I cleaned this entire place today and all you do is come home and mess it up" I argued
"Well if you didn't hide all my stuff then the place wouldn't be such a mess" he retorted
"But it would be I'm the only one who ever picks anything up don't tell me you haven't noticed the state of the place this week when I've been too busy to clean I have turned into your maid Pedri not your girlfriend" I said
"I never asked you to do it so don't complain to me about it" he said
We were only going to keep fighting and getting angrier until we both said things we would regret so I decided to just walk out. On my way out I grabbed my phone and keys before just sitting in my car trying to decide where to go while thinking about everything that just happened. In the end I decided to go to Gavi's place as the two of us are really close plus he should be home. Along the way I calmed down so I wasn't so angry anymore instead my anger turned into sadness as I felt tears brimming in my eyes. Pedri and I never argue so when we do it always feels awful and now we have moved in together I worry about us drifting apart and eventually splitting up.
By the time I actually made it to Gavi's the tears had started falling even though it's only a short journey. Before actually going to the door I tried to wipe the ears from my face and hide the redness as I know Gavi will worry if I turn up crying but it didn't really work. When I actually knocked on the door I started to hope Gavi wasn't in. I mean why did I choose to to go to Pedri's best friends place after an argument we might be close but there's no way he'd take my side and even if he did I don't want to ruin their friendship. Before I could turn around and get back in my car the door opened and Gavi looked at me for a second before pulling me straight into a hug. When he pulled away he led me inside and sat down next to me on the sofa in silence for a few moments before starting to speak.
"What did he do?" Gavi asked
"Nothing we just had an argument and I needed to go somewhere before it went too far" I lied
"Now I know that's a lie you wouldn't be so upset if it was just an argument" he said
"Fine since we moved in together I noticed that Pedri never cleans up anything and usually I do it but this week I've been so busy with work that it all built up so today I deep cleaned everything and then when Pedri came home he just made a complete mess of everything I just feel like he doesn't appreciate me making an effort to keep the place clean" I ranted
"So he's being an asshole just like I expected" Gavi joked
"Yeah I guess so" I replied
"Look Pedri can be annoying but trust me he loves and appreciates you he is just very set in his ways and clearly having the place be a mess is one of them over time he will change I promise but in the meantime you have to get used to messy Pedri" he explained
"Thanks Gavi hearing that makes me feel better" I said
Pedri's POV
I was arguing with y/n when it just went quiet so I stopped what I was doing to find her as she never usually just walks away without saying anything. Just as I was about to head downstairs to see if she was down there I heard the front door shut which meant she had really just left in the middle of a fight. It made me more angry that she would just leave and not try and work through this as we never fight but when we do she always makes sure we don't stay angry at each other. As I thought about it more instead of staying angry I felt really bad especially when I went back into the bedroom and saw how much of a mess it was.
Y/n has spent her day off cleaning instead of doing what she wants and I can't even keep it tidy for more than 5 minutes. I know I'm not the tidiest person in the world and I always just leave things places but I always know where everything is but y/n has always been very neat and likes things to have their place. Before we moved in together I used to actually clean a bit more as I wanted to make her feel comfortable staying with me but since she has officially moved in I stopped trying and went back to my old ways. I have noticed that each day when I come home the place is cleaner than when I left which doesn't happen magically so y/n spends her free time doing that even though I know cleaning isn't her favourite thing to do.
Of course I had to go and start an argument just because I was in a bad mood and couldn't find what I wanted. I just feel awful that I shouted at her for something that's really my own fault after she put in all that work all day. All I wanted was to tell her how sorry I was but she left for a reason so I know I need to give her some time to calm down before I either wait for her to come home or go and find her. To really show her how sorry I am instead of just saying it I decided that I would actually tidy my things and organise them so that I can put them away and still know where they are to make the both of us happy.
It took a while but eventually everything was put away so I ran downstairs to head out and find y/n to apologise. I would wait for her to come home but I can't wait any longer before I apologise and make things better. It didn't take long for me to work out where she had gone as out of everywhere she could go when she's upset she would go to a friends and one of her closest friends is Gavi. Just to be sure I text Gavi to ask him if y/n was there before I headed there to see her.
Your POV
Gavi and I played video games together as that was he was doing before I arrived until someone knocked on his door so he got up to answer it. I didn't look over until I heard a familiar voice and I knew exactly who it was but I still turned around to check and of course it was Pedri. He looked at me before coming over and sitting next to me; he tried to put his arm around me but I moved away not wanting him to touch me until we talked things through. There was silence for a few minutes as we sat alone after Gavi left us to talk.
"I'm really sorry love" Pedri said breaking the silence
"Do you understand why I was even mad in the first place?" I asked
"I do and I'm really sorry I shouldn't leave you to clean everything and I should've appreciated everything you have done today on your day off" he said
"I'm just really used to living on my own and being able to leave things where I want that I didn't think about changing that when you moved in and I'm sorry from now on I promise I will try and be tidier and we will share out the chores so it's not just you doing them" he added
"Thank you babe I appreciate that I just wanted you to understand that I don't want to do everything only for it to be a mess the next day" I explained
"I understand that now as soon as you left I felt awful and I cleaned everything up and organised my things so I know where they all are so the place will be tidier from now on" he said
We made up and decided to move on from the argument and just both do better at communicating from now on. He went to pull me in and this time I allowed it so he hugged me tightly and gave me a few kisses before picking me up so we could go back home. I tried to tell him that I took my car but he just said that we would worry about it tomorrow so I gave up trying to tell him and just let him bring me home. We both said goodbye to Gavi before Pedri drove us home where Pedri made dinner and we watched my favourite show which usually Pedri hates for the rest of the evening. He also made an effort to keep things tidy throughout the evening which made me happy that he finally understood that the place isn't just his anymore.
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Genre: smut; angst; supernatural; horror
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Bang Chan x fem reader
Word count: 2,8k
Warnings: adult language, smut, blood and gore, raw meat, masturbation
Summary: Tired of being exploited, two low-wage workers bond over their desire to eat the rich. Quite literally.
A/N: I don't know, lads. Happy late Halloween? This is pretty disturbing by SKZ fanfic standards, you have been warned. Dead dove, do not eat. It is chaptered, but it's gonna be short and I promise I'll update Off The Deep End soon.
Chapter 1 of ?
The rat race. I am not caught up in it. What I am caught up on is the need to afford basic necessities. I have no desire to climb the ladder, I simply desire to exist comfortably. But comfort does not desire to exist in me, as is proven by the excruciating torsion in my spine, as I pick up yet another wet rag off the floor. It's been a particularly difficult day between bags full of dirty linen, wet towels and toilet brushes. It aches, it canes, it's hot and sticky and uncomfortable and I have no choice but to endure it, even though I'm tired and hungry.
"Excuse me," it's faint, the voice. Like its owner can sense the sleeping bear within me and does not wish to disturb it. I don't spare it any mind as I lazily shift to the side to allow him to pass, glancing at the dress-pants-clad round buttocks as the man pushes his little mini-bar trolley through the corridor. Nice, I catch myself muttering, the glance turned into a gaze. The encounter is quickly forgotten, however, as a ping on my phone snaps me back to reality - oop, there goes gravity. Sadly, there is no mum's spaghetti this time. Can you please bring down the linen bag from the 5th floor? The sigh that leaves my throat is more like a pterodactyl screech as I saunter away into the storage room.
It's hard not to sulk into the barely comfortable chair, staring at the plate full of dried-out croissants - guest breakfast leftovers, pondering whether or not I should just wrap one of them in a napkin and take it home, like a bottom feeder who can't afford fresh croissants from the bakery. Which is true. Still, having to acknowledge it so blatantly makes my head hurt. Fuck it, I'll put it into the toaster for dinner.
"Rough day?"
"As rough as all other days," I shrug, not sparing the man even a look. But he demands to be looked at when he loudly places a mug on the table in front of me and sits across from me. It's the mini-bar boy, still wearing his pristine white button-up shirt, yet his clip-on bowtie has gotten lost somewhere and the two top buttons are undone, his milky skin peaking through. "You?"
"Yep."
I can't help but stare at his neck, skin supple and pale, prominent veins adorning it so purely. I get horny when I'm tired and angry, maybe that's why this random co-worker I hardly ever talk to, who doesn't even look particularly appetising to me most of the time suddenly seems like one hell of a snack. The whole damn meal, even.
The steam from the hot drink he's placed in front of me fogs up my glasses as I inhale the scent of lemon herbal tea, the fancy stuff we have for guests that we're not supposed to drink ourselves. "Cheers," I simply say, looking at the man.
Perhaps it's awfully cliché, but it does feel like time has come to a halt now that I've sat down for a minute and put down the mop. I haven't dared to look in a mirror yet, but I can imagine my hair completely out of place and dishevelled, my face red from the heat and exertion, eyes dead behind my thick glasses. In front of me, however, Chris - I'm pretty sure his name is Chris - looks nearly immaculate with his carefully combed hair, perfectly rosy cheeks and a slight glint in his eyes. He must have a good home life, I think to myself, or he doesn't watch the news.
"I spend 8 hours a day cleaning beautiful bathtubs, yet I go home and take a 5-minute shower in nearly cold water because my water heater has been fucked for God knows how long and these cunts don't pay me enough to pay rent and bills, get groceries and get shit fixed."
Chris seems caught off-guard by my sudden statement and I'd feel awkward if I wasn't too exhausted to fully care about a co-worker's opinion. He takes a sip of his tea and I do the same, both hands holding onto the warm mug in an attempt to keep them busy. "These shoes are so fucking uncomfortable," he confesses, his eyes on mine, a certain mischief glistening on them. "I spend 8 hours a day pushing around a trolley full of expensive alcohol, yet I go home to shitty supermarket beer."
"Touché, friend!"
He glances at his wristwatch before leisurely getting up, walking to the sink and washing his mug, then grabbing his jacket and backpack off a shelving unit full of other employees' personal belongings. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, friend. I have some shitty beer to drink."
I look at my watch too and let out a beastly yawn. The bus is a few minutes away and it's way too cold to wait at the bus stop, so I sip my tea slowly while mindlessly scrolling on my phone, desperate for some kind of stimulation or excitement, but all I see are photos of babies, cats, dogs and food.
It's dark by the time I get home to my overpriced, tiny and desperately needs TLC studio apartment and my stomach is growling, I haven't eaten in Lord knows how many hours, save for the dried croissant, and even the uncooked mince in my fridge is starting to seem appetising. Cooking is exhausting, ordering in is expensive, the grocery store is a bit too far away to justify walking just for a frozen pizza, and the dairy is closed by now. What else do I have? Stale bread, half a pot of vegemite, no butter… Why is that raw meat actually feeling like it would go down? No cooking time, no clean-up. Is raw pork really that bad for you? That's crazy, maybe what I need is a shower, a four-finger self-loving session and to just fucking sleep. Sleep for dinner, a poverty classic.
Porn is useless these days, ever since I read that article about how porn stars are mistreated and the websites are full of non-consensual bulshit, I can't even watch it anymore, let alone get off. My fucking hunger for knowledge always ruins my life… I could go read some smut, but I always end up criticising the poor grammar and spelling and unrealistic scenes instead of getting wet. I haven't fucked in a while, so I don't even remember what that feels like, what a cock looks like, the warmth of someone's fingers pushing inside of me, stretching me out… Chris. The hot mini-bar boy from work. He has nice fingers, right? Despite being short and kind of average, he's generally easy to look at. Just some guy, but he has dimples when he smiles and there is definitely a glint of mischief in those brown eyes of his, not to mention his arse looks phenomenal in those black dress pants he always wears. Yeah, Chris will do. The awkwardness of thinking about a co-worker while masturbating doesn't last long, it eventually fades when my finger easily finds the exact spot in my clit that makes it feel good. Normally, I'd half-heartedly rub on it for a while until it makes my walls clench around nothing and call it a day, but today I'm in the mood to prolong it a bit, make it a bit of a show. Where did I put my dildo? I haven't used that one in a while and it was far too pricey to be collecting dust.
My stomach growling is slightly distracting, even with my arsehole full and my clit being fustigated by the calloused pads of my fingers, hips rotating as I desperately try to swallow the dildo whole, my pussy throbs around nothing, empty and wet. Why I chose today to try shoving something up my ass is a mystery, but I couldn't help it, it's like I've been possessed by some kind of hungry monster who won't be satisfied with a 5-minute session of clit rubbing accompanied by some run-of-the-mill vaginal insertion. No, today I crave more, insatiable, for whatever goddamn reason. I have to cover my mouth with my free hand, lest my desperate groans alert the neighbours, and the second I imagine Chris lying on top of me, cock where the dildo currently is, biting my neck, I crumble. It travels up my body like lightning, I've never come this hard in my entire life and I can't even process how I feel about it as I see those white dots behind my shut lids.
Fuck!
Everything feels fuzzy when the alarm inevitably pulls me from the sweet embrace of unconsciousness. I forget about my weird dream almost immediately, but not before noting that I should probably never go to bed that hungry again, because it definitely fucked me up. At least it's the last day at work before my regularly scheduled time to do chores around the house, also known as days off. There's a weird smell floating around the apartment, but I chalk it up to mould or some kind of plumbing issue that will never get solved before hopping in the shower, my arsehole is still sore from last night's treatment. What got into me, I will never understand. I'd rather forget about it, but the ache won't let me. There's blood circling the drain, I'm not sure where it could be coming from. Did I cut myself? Is it my period? Did I tear something inside me when I stretched my sphincter with a dildo? What the-
Along with the blood, I see blurry chunks of… something. Meat? Am I peeling away? Panic starts to set in as I search every inch of naked skin for a deep cut or something, is it my ass? Is my ass actually that badly bruised it's somehow peeling away? The smell gets more intense the more chunks fall into the drain, causing it to clog, water pooling on the floor. I bend down, my body squeezed against the too-narrow shower walls, I can't see very well without my glasses but I hesitantly reach my hand towards the drain and it feels absolutely abhorrent, the texture is so nasty I nearly add vomit to the mixture. I bring it to my nose, the stench is beyond agonising. Is this- is this mince pork? Why is there minced pork on my drain? I can't handle it anymore, and I feel my insides spill on the shower tile, unable to flow anywhere, I can barely breathe and my head is spinning.
By the time I come to my senses, I'm lying on a bed that isn't mine, and I know this because the mattress feels way too thin and the air doesn't feel stuffy and mould-ridden. I hear voices around me that I don't recognise and opening my eyes is futile since I have no idea where my glasses are. I try reaching out for them, surely they'd be on some sort of bedsible table, but I immediately feel a sting on my hand and something attached to it.
"Oh you're up," a female voice says, but all I can make out of the woman is her small stature and the fact that she's wearing something teal-coloured. "Here," she said finally handing me my glasses so that I could see my depressing surroundings - a hospital room, sterile and blunt as they tend to be. "You fainted in the shower, so we got you on IV and just let you sleep it off, we'll need to run some tests just to make sure there's no underlying condition, which doesn't seem to be the case according to your history. You should be released hopefully tomorrow morning."
Although I can definitely see more clearly, I still have no idea what is happening. The last thing I remember is vomiting in the shower, and then I woke up here. I'm not sure I have the energy to piece together the little clues I have, or even think about any clues whatsoever, but I find myself hungry again. My head pangs as I painstakingly get up from the cold hard hospital bed and I drag around the IV in search of a vending machine or a canteen or anything I can eat, my legs weak as the room slowly spins around me. The only thing I can smell is blood and it makes my stomach hurt even more. I get back to my room having found a couple of cardboard-flavoured protein bars, a can of coke and some crackers, but my hunger remains unquenchable and I can't figure out why my stomach won't stop hurting, and I surely don't even wish to think about how I ended up in the hospital to begin with, how would someone even find me in the shower passed out in a pool of my own vomit, and how mortifying the thought of being found in such condition by an actual human being even feels.
By the time the nurse brings me lunch, I am starving like a wolf. It all looks and smells unappetising, nevertheless, I swallow without chewing, inhaling the flavourless rice and meat, using my bare hands to shovel it into my mouth, barely able to take a breath in between. Thankfully, the nurse left and the curtains that separate my section of the room from my neighbour's are drawn shut, or they would think me an animal. I consume the meal within seconds, something I've never been able to muster even at the top of my hunger, yet I crave more. I'm nowhere near satiated and I wonder if I can ask for another portion, but the lack of seasoning does throw me off. My stomach grumbles again, and the last time I tried sleeping it off I ended up in this predicament, plus I'm missing work which means my pay will be even more nauseating than that soggy broccoli I just wolfed down. Speaking of work, when the nurse comes back to retrieve my empty tray, she brings news of a visitor. There he stands, not tall yet somehow mighty, painfully average looking yet the reason I shoved a dildo up my ass last night - I think it was last night, at least.
"How are you feeling," he asks, still standing there like a looming demon, hands in his pockets. This is the first time I see him wearing street clothes as opposed to the penguin uniform. I want to ask why he's visiting me at the hospital, given that we're merely co-workers and have barely exchanged any meaningful conversation in the past few months.
"I'm- I'm alright, I guess. Why are you here?"
He chuckles for some reason, dark eyes piercing as always and those pretty dimples of his making an appearance. What he says next leaves me in a state of disarray I've never felt before, humiliated to the bones.
"Well, I did find you naked face down in your own spew, so I thought I'd check on you and make sure you're alive."
And he laughs. He laughs like he knows I'm utterly degraded, IV stuck in my hand, weak and trembling as he confesses to having found me in that state and somehow taken me to the hospital.
"Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone about the raw meat. That's our dirty little secret." And he winks, a shit-eating grin I wouldn't have imagined on such a wet towel of a man.
I'm blinking, fully panicking but afraid to make it a spectacle, I can feel sweat running down my back and my pussy tightens in discomfort. Raw meat? I don't remember any- What exactly happened? The weird dream comes back to me, where I crouched by my open fridge and gobbled down that leftover raw minced pork like a goblin. Then my shower drain clogged in whatever weird bloody substance… No no no no, this can't be real…!
Chris seems amused by my panic as he approaches me, sitting on the fragile hospital bed beside me and leaning in so close I can feel his breath caress my skin and smell his breath when he whispers right in my face. "The cravings. I have them too. You'll get used to it."
He leaves at once like he didn't just shift my entire world upside down and make me feel the most humiliated I've ever felt in my entire life. Next, he's gonna tell me he also found me with the dildo up my ass and whimpering his name? But the cravings… What cravings? And he has them too? I feel dizzy and I keep thinking this too is part of that weird, never-ending dream. Come on now, where's my alarm? I'll gladly go to work just this once.
To be continued
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We Live for Love - Part 3
We Live for Love – Part 3
Fic Summary: Eddie is recovering in the hospital where you’re volunteering. The whole town may have shunned him but you refuse to do the same. Masterpost.
Fic Rating: 18+
Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader
Warnings: Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Language, Season Finale Spoilers
Fic Song: We Live for Love by Pat Benatar. Full fic playlist on Spotify.
A/N: You guys are amazing! I wasn’t expecting such a positive response to this fic in such a short time. Of course, I also wasn’t anticipating writing this at all but the hyper fixation must be fed! I swear, these two. I had a whole idea in my head that there was going to be angst and seriousness and then Eddie went, “HAHA, nah!” and here we are. Hope you enjoy this part! ;)
Your apartment isn’t exactly “guest ready” so even though you want to spend the entire morning with Eddie, once it’s decided he’s going to stay with you, you take the hour to run home to clean up a bit.
Of course, he’s a sweetheart and insists that you don’t have to go through the trouble, all while clinging to your hand and refusing to let go. You tell him it’s no trouble at all but secretly you just want to make sure you don’t have underwear or anything lying around which you’re pretty sure you do.
It’s like you’re training for a marathon. After booking it back to your place, you clean faster than you’ve ever cleaned in your life. And by cleaning, you mean shoving all your dirty laundry under the bed, throwing all the dishes in the sink to soak, and making sure the bathroom isn’t super gross. Once you’re sure everything is as good as it’s going to get, you throw open the windows to let the cool breeze in. Unfortunately, there isn’t much of one. The air is filled with smoke and ash. On the horizon, dark ominous clouds threaten to dampen your mood.
It's enough for you to close the window again.
Nope. Not going to let it get to you. Not going to go down that dark route. Not right now. Determined to keep your spirits up, you go out to start your car.
You haven’t driven in weeks but thankfully before the shit hit the fan you had filled up the gas tank. It takes one or two tries to get your beat-up Subaru to start but it does. Good. There’s no way you’re making Eddie walk to your place in his condition. You put in your favorite cassette tape, crank up the volume, and drive back to the hospital.
Again you let yourself into Eddie’s room but he doesn’t see you at first. He’s standing with his back to the door, carefully reaching for the folded clothes on the windowsill. His hospital gown is gone and he’s wearing jeans. But he’s shirtless and your eyes are met with the same horrible scratches and bruises on his back that he has on his arms. The whole bottom half of his torso is still bandaged, however.
He must sense you there because he looks over his shoulder and smiles. “Watching me get dressed? Naughty girl.” His smile fades however when he sees your serious expression. Quickly, well as quickly as he can move, he puts the shirt on. It’s disgusting. Half of it is soaked in blood and the other half is ripped to shit. So are his jeans now that you look closer. Surprisingly, his leather jacket isn’t so bad. “It looks worse than it is.”
“Fucking hell, Eddie.”
You cross the room, unable to stop staring at the mess of clothing. Eddie takes your hand and presses it to his chest, where you feel the steady beating of his heart. “Hey, I’m here, okay. I’m alive,” he says, cupping your cheek.
You throw your arms around his neck and hug him tight. His arms slip around your waist and he holds you just as close. Tears sting your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. You don’t want to make a big scene, don’t want to cry. Yes, he’s here. But that doesn’t make you any less scared for the future. Also, you’re not an idiot. There is no way his injuries are just from an earthquake. If he doesn’t want to tell you, you’re not going to force him. Maybe one day he’ll trust you enough to share.
Footsteps are coming toward Eddie’s room and when you two pull away from each other, Mr. Munson is standing in the doorway. “Signed the paperwork,” he says. “You’re good to go.”
“Thanks,” Eddie says. He keeps one arm around your waist, holding you against his side. “I’m going to stay with her for a bit.”
Mr. Munson looks relieved. “That’s probably for the best considering…” He leaves the statement hanging but he doesn’t have to finish it. You both know what he means. “I’ll walk you out.”
It’s a slow process. Eddie leans on you for support. While he doesn’t seem to be in too much pain, he’s clearly still weak. He makes sure to stop by Max’s room to see her, something he hasn’t been able to do. Her mother is fast asleep in the chair by her side, her hand clutching her daughter’s bandaged one. Still holding you close, he reaches out to stroke Max’s hair. Emotion swirls in his eyes but he doesn’t say anything. You let him have his moment and when he’s ready to go, he rubs your arm and turns away.
Once you get downstairs, his uncle waits with him so you can pull the car up. When you do, you can see they are deep in conversation. You can only imagine what it’s about. Both are wearing serious expressions and as you slowly pump the brakes, his uncle gives him a tight hug. You know Eddie didn’t have the best time growing up, still, you’re glad that his uncle is on his side when so many others aren’t.
Eddie eases into the passenger seat and closes the door. Mr. Munson leans on the car. “You take care of him, young lady,” he says to you through the open window.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Eddie leans back in his seat. “I’ll be at the bookstore if you need me,” he tells his uncle.
The older man nods and pats the roof of the car before he steps back onto the curb and lets you drive away. Eddie’s hand finds your knee and he breathes a sigh of relief. “Glad to be out of there.”
“That doctor was an asshole.”
“Everyone there was an asshole.” He grabs your hand and kisses it. “Not you. You’re the best.” He suddenly looks at the radio as if he’s just realized what’s playing. “Are you listening to Heart?”
“Yes! I love those bitches, they’re my favorite. And if you even think of touching the dial I will throat punch you, injuries or not.”
He laughs, reclining his seat. “Wouldn’t dream of it. They fucking rock. I mean, not quite my taste but still.” He turns the volume up.
“I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you. I'm pretending and that's all I can do. The love I'm sending ain't making it through to your heart.”
Eddie rests his arm on the window, patting the car in rhythm with the music, at first, you don’t realize he’s humming along. Mostly because you’re too busy singing to yourself.
“You've been hiding, never letting it show, always trying to keep it under control. You got it down and you're well on the way to the top, but there's something that you forgot.”
Out of nowhere, Eddie joins in at the top of his lungs, using his hand to pretend like he’s singing into a microphone. “WHAT ABOUT LOVE? Don't you want someone to care about you?! WHAT ABOUT LOVE?! Don't let it slip away!”
He holds the pretend mic out to you and you join in just as loud. “WHAT ABOUT LOVE?! I only want to share it with you! You might need it someday!”
Dissolving into laughter, you try to catch your breath as Eddie keeps going, singing literally every word of the song at the top of his lungs. Not his taste?? Then how does he know all the words?! You call shenanigans.
It takes you a little longer to get home than usual because of all the detours you have to make. With so many roads broken and fucked up, it’s hell to navigate. You don’t care. Eddie seems happy enough to sing loudly and play air guitar. You still can’t believe that he’s there. He’s with you and he’s going to be staying at your place until who knows how long. Deep down, something tells you he’s not going to leave your side from now on. And you’re perfectly okay with that.
When you pull the car into your space behind the store, you give him a bright smile. “Welcome home.”
“I like the sound of that.”
You help him out of the car and into the building. He’s walking a little better now and doesn’t even have difficulty going up the stairs to your apartment. “It’s not much,” you say, opening the door and letting him go in first. “Also if you’re expecting hot water, you are going to be sorely disappointed.”
“I don’t care.” He pulls you close. “All I care about is that I’m here with you.”
“And I’m not going anywhere.” You look down at his clothes. “We really need to get you something else to wear.”
“Everything I own fell into a crack in the earth so if you have a suggestion, I’m all ears.”
“My landlord’s place is next door. It’s…he isn’t here anymore. Has no family. I’ve actually been meaning to go through his stuff. I’m sure there are clothes.”
“Well, let’s go loot it together.”
Back down the stairs and out the back door you go. The building next door isn’t in good shape at all. The only thing that seems to have survived is the apartment area but even that isn’t great. The roof has caved in and you have to carefully step through the mess. It’s full of stuff that you’ve been meaning to package and send to the shelter, even though you feel weird going through someone else’s belongings.
Eddie has no problem. He goes straight for the guy’s closet, tossing clothes left and right. “Nope. No. Definitely not. These might fit…oh, HELL yeah.” He reaches deep into the back and pulls out a leather jacket that is definitely cleaner than the one he’s wearing. “This is mine now.”
You laugh, shoving the clothes he approves of into a trash bag so it’s easier to drag back. “Hand me what you want. We’ll donate the rest.”
It’s about an hour or so later that the two of you trek back to your place. Between several bags and boxes, it takes a couple of trips. And now it definitely looks like Eddie is moving in. Once everything is piled in the middle of your living room, he collapses onto the couch.
“Ugh, I did too much,” he says with a wince.
“Well, you just lay there and rest. I’ll start some laundry. Good thing the washer and dryer are working,” you say, opening the pantry in your small kitchen to reveal a beat-up washer and dryer set that’s been shoved in. “Should probably wash everything before wearing it. Who knows where it’s been?”
“Where’s the hot water heater?”
“In the basement. Why?”
He kicks the toolbox he found. “Might as well take a look. Just give me five minutes.”
“Since when did you learn how to fix stuff?”
“Since always. When you live in a trailer, you learn to fix shit for yourself. Cheaper that way.”
“Well, that’s sweet that you want to take a look but you are still healing. Shouldn’t you rest?”
Eddie forces himself up. He crosses the room and slides his arms around you from behind as you throw clothes into the washing machine. “And miss the chance to be all domestic with my woman? Never. Plus I really want to take a hot shower with you.” He kisses your temple.
“Oh, so I’m your woman now?”
“You were always my woman.” A brief slap on the ass and then he’s gone. “I’ll be back.”
You can’t help the stupid grin on your face. He grabs the toolbox and disappears down the stairs again. While he does need to rest, you get the sense that, just like you, he needs to do something. He’s been in that bed for days and you’re sure he’s antsy. People want to feel like they’re useful. You know you do. So if he wants to play Mr. Handyman, he’s more than welcome to. So long as he takes a proper rest after.
While he handles things in the basement, you start the wash and then scrounge around for something to pull together for lunch. By pure luck, there were tons of canned food and non-perishables at your landlord’s place which should last you and Eddie for some time.
You and Eddie.
One day. One fucking day together and you’re inseparable. Whatever happened really must have scared him. But, if you’re honest with yourself, he wasn’t the only one whose life flashed before their eyes. Granted, you were clearly in nowhere near as much danger as he had been, but it was still scary not knowing what was happening as the world shook around you. Mentally, you thank whatever god there may be that Eddie was spared and you were able to find each other.
You’re making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when you hear Eddie bounding back up the stairs. There’s a lot of shuffling and swearing before the door bangs open.
“What are you doing?” you ask with a laugh.
Eddie steps backward into the apartment, a guitar strapped to his back as he pulls an amp up the remaining steps. “Babe! Look what I found in the basement! They’re in good condition too. Barely even used.”
“That’s great but what about the hot water?”
“Oh, that’s fixed. Just a few loose pipes. Should be good.”
“Are you kidding?! It only took you a few minutes to fix and here I have been without hot water for months!”
“Babe, you’re missing the point.” Eddie spreads his arms wide, a goofy grin on his face. “I have a guitar and amp again! My pretty lady got lost in the quake along with all my other shit.”
“Well, I’m very happy for you two.” You kiss him on the cheek. “Wash your hands, I made lunch.”
“Thank god. I’m fucking starving.” He carefully rests the guitar against the couch before washing his hands in the sink, grinning when the water comes out hot. “See? I’m cute and useful.”
“And completely covered in dust and grime.”
With a shrug, he takes off his jacket and t-shirt. The jacket gets tossed on floor while he chucks the shirt in the trash, before stepping out of his pants. That leaves him in his underwear and socks. Not that you’re complaining. Eddie grabs the plate you hand him, laying several loud kisses on your cheek and making you laugh.
“Hey,” he says when you draw away. His eyes are hooded and he staring at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. “I love you.”
Your heart stops and you stare at Eddie with wide eyes. Did he just…? There is no possible way you misheard him. His words were as clear as day. “It’s just a sandwich, Eddie.”
He smirks. “You know I’m not talking about the sandwich.”
“I know.” You take a deep breath, sliding your arms around his neck. “I love you too.”
His smile widens and he bites his lip. “Fuck yeah.”
A quick kiss and then he’s pulling away, walking over to the sofa like he didn’t just destroy and rebuild your whole world with three little words. “Can you get me one of those beers?”
Your landlord had plenty of alcohol, all of which Eddie grabbed without hesitation. Once he puts his plate down, you toss him a beer before grabbing your own plate to join him. Eddie eats half the sandwich in a couple of bites before grabbing the guitar. As he plucks the strings and adjusts them, you eat your food.
Looking at the clock, you see that you have plenty of time before the others are supposed to show up for D&D. Hopefully it’ll be enough for Eddie to get some much-needed sleep. Though, judging by the way he’s looking at that guitar, he’s not going to want to. He strums it a few times, seemingly satisfied that it’s in tune. He only puts it down so he can finish his sandwich. He seems better now that he’s eaten and there’s a sereness about him that you can’t help but admire.
Slinging an arm around your shoulders, he leans back against the couch. “Alright, so, we love each other and you’re my girl. I think we covered all the things we needed to talk about right?”
You laugh, putting your plate on the coffee table. “I guess so. Definitely doesn’t leave any doubts about where we stand.”
“Good.”
He cups your cheek and kisses you right after you take a bite of your sandwich. Laughing, you push him away. “Contain yourself, man. I need to eat.”
“But I want to kiss you.”
“Give me, like, five minutes.”
Exactly five minutes later, you’re done with your food, and Eddie’s all over you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he yanks you into a deep kiss. It takes your breath away and you kiss him back just as hungrily. The temperature of the room suddenly skyrockets. There are too many layers separating you, which is funny since Eddie is half-naked and you’re the one who’s fully clothed.
Eddie pushes you so that you’re laying on the couch, allowing him to hover over you. Your hands are careful as they run up his back, avoiding as many of his wounds as you can. If he’s in any pain or discomfort, he doesn’t show it. Eddie is all about your mouth, his tongue repeatedly stroking yours as he deepens the kiss.
You can’t help but moan, shocks of electricity shooting straight between your clenched thighs. Your jeans are suddenly the most uncomfortable things in the world. Eddie’s hand grabs your thigh and the heat of his palm goes straight through the fabric, practically searing your flesh underneath. His kisses trail down your cheek to your neck, where he playfully nips and sucks until you’re sure you have a hickey. The thought makes you moan again.
“Fuck I love that noise,” Eddie mumbles against your throat. His hand reaches up to finger the button of your jeans. “I already took my clothes off. Seems only fair you do the same.”
“I have a better idea.” You push on his shoulders, forcing him to pull back so he can look down at you. “We both get naked and take a hot, long shower. Then after, we can take a nap. How does that sound?”
Eddie pouts. “Sort of like you’re trying to get me to relax.”
“You are correct.”
“Fine. But only if we can still grope each other.”
“Obviously. I’m insulted you think I wouldn’t still be groping you.”
“You’re the fucking best.”
It was one thing to tease and flirt with Eddie, it was another entirely to actually get naked in front of him. Your nervousness comes as no surprise. All these years you’ve had this idea of Eddie, of what it would be like if you ever got to be with him. Your imagination has built him up so much that part of you is scared. Not of him, fuck no. You’ll never be scared of him. What’s scaring you is how you think he will react to seeing you, all of you, for the first time. What if it’s nothing like you imagined? What if you’re not what he imagined?
Then again, what if it’s better?
You buy yourself some time by letting him get in the shower first. If he senses your hesitation, he doesn’t draw attention to it. He goes into the bathroom and leaves the door wide open. A second later, two socks and a pair of underwear are thrown out into the hall and then you hear the shower turn on.
Your heart races. Like, really fucking races.
After a few shuddering breaths, you remind yourself that Eddie already full-on confessed his love for you without seeing an inch of your body. He’s definitely not going to take it back once you join him. You remind yourself to leave any expectations at the door. This isn’t a fantasy, this isn’t your mind conjuring up romantic scenarios to pass the time. This is real.
Eddie is real.
Slowly, you strip off your jeans and t-shirt, letting them fall on the living room floor. The bra comes next and your panties are last.
In the shower, you can hear Eddie humming to himself. “If you don’t get your fine ass in here I’m going to use up all the hot water!” he calls.
The teasing in his voice is enough to make you break through your anxiety. The bathroom is filled with steam and though his visage is warped, you can see Eddie through the fogged-up shower doors. After one more deep breath for courage, you slide one of the doors open and step inside.
Eddie’s back it to you with soapy water running between his shoulder blades, drawing your eyes down, down, down, to a very adorable ass that is begging for a smack. But that will have to wait. To shower properly, he had taken off the rest of the gauze that had been around his torso. When he turns around to face you, you can see the true extent of his injuries. Deep, stitched-up gashes line his stomach, followed by more scratches and bites on his pecs.
“Eddie, baby…”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
You purse your lips before nodding. “Okay. But, when you feel like you might want to, I’m here.”
He smiles, but then that smile turns into something else as his eyes take in your naked body. You hear his breath catch in his throat. “Fuck,” he says, a hungry expression taking over as he licks his lips. “Come here.”
His arm hooks around your waist and he all but crushes you to his chest, giving you a searing kiss under the hot spray of the shower. He’s slick with water and within seconds you are too, your bodies slipping against the other’s as you make out. Against your thigh, you can feel his cock twitch with interest, swelling until the hardness is unmistakable.
Eddie draws back, water running down his face. “Alright, full disclosure, it’s been a while so whatever we do is not going to last very long.”
Any remaining tension you might be feeling is immediately swept away and you laugh. “It’s been a while for me too.”
Eddie looks down, his hands coming up to run along the length of your arms. He slots his fingers with yours and pushes until your back is pressed against the shower wall. “I just need to look at you. Can’t fucking believe you’re really here. Sometimes I think it’s a trick.”
“Why would think I’d trick you?”
“Not you.”
Again, no elaboration, and again you feel like you’re missing something. “No tricks, Eddie. I’m real.” You take his hand and place it over your heart just like he had done in the hospital. “Just me and you.”
It’s like something snaps inside of him. The next thing you know, he’s kissing the breath out of you, his hands running over every bit of flesh he can reach. His mouth finds your neck again and all you can do is cling to his arms and let him touch you. All you want to do is let him touch you. Your back starts to slide down the tiled wall and you and Eddie sink onto the floor of the tub. Your legs automatically fall open so he can rest between them. There isn’t much room and the two of you are pretty cramped but at the same time, Eddie’s pressed right against you and that’s all you want.
His kisses trail along your collarbone and start to move lower, and lower, until he’s at your breasts, dragging his tongue down between them before latching onto one of your nipples.
You gasp at the sudden sensation, sliding your hands into his wet hair to take two large fistfuls. There’s nothing you can grab onto for support other than Eddie. He’s the only thing grounding you, keeping you in this reality. His tongue lavishes your nipple with attention, swiping over the bud again and again until it’s so stiff it almost hurts. He hums in satisfaction, his hand cupping your other breast and giving it a playful squeeze.
Liquid heat spreads through your veins before settling low in your belly.
Eddie releases your nipple with a wet plop, admiring it with hooded eyes before leaning up give you a harsh kiss. “God, your tits are amazing.”
Before you can respond, he’s latching onto the other one, playfully tugging on it with his lips. Your body is covered in goosebumps and your core throbs for the same attention he’s giving your breasts. You’re not above begging and you open your mouth to do just that, but then he’s moving again, working back up your chest and back to your lips.
“Don’t have much space here,” he says, his hand sliding down between you. Fuck it’s like he can read your mind. “I want to get my mouth on you but this will have to do.”
Two fingers swipe between your aching folds and you inhale sharply, drawn in by Eddie’s big brown eyes. His pupils are blown wide with desire, making his eyes look black. Two obsidian gems glinting in the terrible bathroom light. His nose bumps against yours and while you tilt your head up to try to steal a kiss, he hovers his lips just out of reach. One finger pushes into you and you arch your back, breasts pressed flush against his chest.
Only then does Eddie kiss you, nibbling and biting at your lips while working his finger in and out of your greedy body. You keep your hands buried in his hair, your nails scraping his scalp as you tug on the dark strands. Your body is flush with heat, your hips desperate to move along with his hand but lacking the room to do so.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet,” he hums between kisses. “Can’t wait to feel you around my dick.”
He slides a second finger in, and when he crooks them just the right way, your body spasms with desire as he hits just the right spot. Your thighs are quivering and your body is starting to ache from being on the uncomfortable floor of the tub but fuck if you care. Not when Eddie’s touching you like that and kissing you like this. You want to touch him too, want to feel the weight of him against your palm but there’s no space so all you can do is keep your tight grip on his hair and chant his name.
His fingers are way better than your own. And as far as fantasies go, none of yours ever prepared you for the carnal lust that takes over. Nothing in the world matters anymore. Everything fades to black and the only thing that draws your focus are the two fingers working your body into a frenzy.
You come quicker than you’ve ever come in your life.
It builds so fast that your brain doesn’t even register what’s happening until your body locks into place and waves of desire cascade over you. Eddie draws back to grin down at you, clearly pleased with himself as he works you through your orgasm. He doesn’t move his fingers in and out, just keeps them buried and rubs that sensitive spot over and over again until you’re too overstimulated to handle it.
You grab his arm, forcing him to stop. “Fuck, Eddie.”
“That’s the idea.”
Soon. But not now. Not here. You want your first time with him to be a little more special than that. But that doesn’t mean you’re done fooling around. Fuck no. Pushing on his shoulders, you force him back and under the spray of the shower. The movement causes his fingers to slide out and your core clenches at the sudden loss, desperate to keep him where you want him most. You’ll get there. There’s something else on your mind at the moment.
“You should stand up,” you tell him.
Eddie does without hesitation, stumbling a little in the process. His back hits the wall and you take the opportunity to rise on your knees. With the angle, it’s unavoidable anymore and you find yourself face to face with his thick length. He’s so hard his cock is sticking straight out, begging for your attention. A bead of precum gathers at the tip and you immediately swipe your tongue to catch it.
Eddie swears and runs both hands through his wet hair to push it back from his face. “Fuck, babe! You don’t have to—"
There is no way you’re letting him finish that sentence. Because now that you’re there, you absolutely fucking have to suck him off. You wrap your lips around him, sucking gently, teasing his slit with the tip of your tongue. One of Eddie’s hands reaches out to press against the shower doors while the other falls to your shoulder. You want to tease him, to draw this out and work him up into a frenzy of needy desire. But you don’t have the patience. Not now at least. Relaxing your throat, you take him in as far as you can, trying not to gag when he bumps the back of your throat.
“Shit, shit, shit…” he swears.
Your eyes flicker up to meet his, giving him one hell of a visual. You, with your mouth stretched wide around his impressive girth. He’s looking at you again like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And then, you start to move, working your mouth up and down his length clumsily at first, but then quicker, smoother when you get the right rhythm. He’s too big to fit all the way (which is fucking exciting and something you can’t wait to experience later) so you use your hand to stroke the rest of him, moving in tandem with your mouth. Within seconds, it’s no longer the water making him slick. The heady taste and scent of him are intoxicating. Hawkins could explode again and you wouldn’t even notice.
Eddie is a fucking mess.
He hasn’t stopped talking since you put your mouth on him. “Fuck, fucking hell, you’re so good. God, your mouth is fucking heaven!”
His hips are jerking along with your movements and the hand that was on your shoulder now grips the back of your head. Eddie barely has any self-control to begin with and now, in the heat of passion, he has zero. He’s fucking himself in and out of your mouth and it’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever experienced.
“Not going to last! Not going to last!” he warns you, trying to give you time to pull off if you want.
You don’t.
It’s not long before he grows impossibly hard against your tongue and then he’s coming with a surprisingly high-pitched whine. You swallow around him, still sucking and stroking, milking him until the very last drop slides down your throat. He slumps against the wall, spent as you let his softening cock slip from your mouth. Your knees are aching and the water is cold now. Before you can stand on your own, Eddie is grabbing you by your upper arms, tugging you up and yanking you into a painful kiss. He doesn’t seem to care that he can taste himself on you. If his groan is any indication, he likes it. He likes it a lot.
“I’ve wanted to do that for way longer than I’ll ever admit,” you say between kisses, your arms wrapped around Eddie’s neck.
“You’re a fucking goddess.”
You feel his body shake and suddenly he almost falls. You manage to catch him before he does, swearing. “Shit!”
Eddie gives you that lopsided grin of his, still blissed out from his orgasm. “You make my knees weak, babe.”
You roll your eyes affectionately. “Let’s get you out of here. You need to lay down.”
“Yeah, probably.”
After quickly washing up, you turn off the now freezing water and jump out of the shower. You wrap your towel around yourself and get a fresh one for Eddie. He’s looking a little pale and moving slower than he was before. Thankfully, his stitches seem okay.
“Dry up and go lay down in bed. I’ll be there in a second,” you tell him.
“I love it when you boss me around.” He leans in for a quick kiss, which you happily return, before finally getting a chance to slap his ass as he walks by. He jumps in surprise and blows you a kiss as he goes.
Before joining him, you throw the load of laundry into the dryer so he’ll have something to wear after. You also take a second to do a giddy happy dance because fuck was that amazing. In the bedroom, Eddie is busy drying off when you join him. With no clothes or underwear, once he’s done he tosses the towel onto the floor before collapsing naked onto your bed. You don’t bother to get dressed either. Copying him, you dry off and join him under the covers.
“I could sleep for a thousand years,” Eddie mumbles into the pillow as you pull the comforter up around you both.
“Well, we have D&D later so maybe just a few hours for now. Tomorrow you can sleep all day.”
Eddie hums in agreement, tossing his wet hair out of his face. Turning on his side, he pulls you towards him. “C’mere. Snuggle me.”
He drags you across the bed until your back is flush against his chest, which is like a furnace. You scootch back until his thighs hit the back of yours and you’re as close as you can possibly be, warm and secure. His arm slides around your waist and he places a few lazy kisses on the back of your neck before he’s still.
“Who know the rebellious Eddie Munson was such a snuggler.”
“Don’t tell anyone.” He’s still mumbling like he’s on the brink of sleep and barely hanging on. “You’ll ruin my reputation.”
“Then I shouldn’t say anything about that very loud noise you made when you came?”
You can feel his grin against your shoulder blade where he’s resting his cheek. “Hey, I only made that noise because my girlfriend gave me a fucking amazing bj.”
Girlfriend. He says it so casually like it’s the simplest thing in the world. Like you two have been together forever and not a few short hours.
“She might give you another once we take a nap,” you tease.
“Oh no, once we get up, I’m returning the favor.”
“Mmmm, I like the sound of that.”
Eddie chuckles and presses a few kisses here and there before he grows still and silent. Minutes later, you hear the steadiness of his breathing and feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back. He’s fast asleep and even though you’re exhausted, you’re not quite ready to close your eyes just yet.
You want to lay here and enjoy the feeling of his arms around you, want to bask in the afterglow of your shower festivities. The words you keep telling yourself are still on repeat in your mind.
Eddie’s here. He’s safe. And he’s yours.
Not only that, he loves you. He really, truly loves you and clearly has no qualms about saying it. Eventually, exhaustion takes over. Your eyes drift close and you fall asleep, wrapped in Eddie’s tight embrace.
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We can ask for Lady Loki content? 👀 Then for sure I will!
How about some soft!domme Lady Loki + aftercare, maybe after returning home from a very long travel... I would be all over it if it's something that inspire you!
No pressure toh! Much love 💕
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), reader is asleep during some of it but since they have an established relationship Loki knows she is not crossing a line, restraints
Long flight
You had to stifle a yawn, when putting the dishes away. The last week you attended a congress for your work in Africa. There was a six-hour time difference, you just ate dinner but to you it felt like 1 o’clock in the night.
‘What do you think you are doing?’ you heard Loki ask you from behind. Two hands grabbed your waist, and you were pushed towards her chest.
‘Just putting away the dishes’ you mumbled.
‘What have I told you?’ she asked.
‘I’m not that tired’ you whined a little, not wanting to be asleep already. You had missed your girlfriend over the last week, meaning every moment you got to spend with her was worth it. Even though you were fighting your eyelids to stay open.
‘Don’t lie to me’ she answered. You were spun around to meet her face. The emerald eyes pierced through your soul, actually making you feel bad about not being honest.
‘I didn’t want to go to bed already, I wanted to spend the first night home with you’ you admitted.
Her hard gaze softened upon hearing your words. She grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer. You felt her soft lips graze yours in a loving kiss.
‘Now, go to bed. I’ll be there shortly’ she said to you. You opened your mouth to argue, but she beat you to it. ‘If you are not in bed when I enter the room, you will regret it. And you know what that means’ a sly smile forming on her face. Your mind wandered back to the time she had punished you, by tying you up and edging until you were crying and begging for release. Which she eventually granted.
Instead, you nodded and walked towards the bedroom. You undressed yourself, not bothering to put any clothes on, and laid in the bed. You didn’t know if it took minutes or mere seconds, but your eyelids closed, and the world became dark.
The sudden wave of pleasure made your eyes fly open. You heard a loud moan, realizing you were the one making moaning.
‘Finally, she wakes’ you heard you girlfriend chuckle.
Her fingers were toying with your clit, which was slowly starting to get sensitive. You were gasping for air, and it took you a moment to realize what was happening. You felt Loki’s tongue circle your hardened nipples, stimulating you a little bit more.
‘Fucking hell…’ you mumbled, while her two fingers made their way inside of you, hitting just to right spot to make you buck your hips.
Loki’s kissing trailed upwards to your earlobe, she pressed her breasts against you. You wanted to touch her, but your hands were tied above your head. You tugged on the restraints, but they wouldn’t give.
‘You can’t make me miss you for a whole week, go to sleep naked and expect me to do nothing’ she fake pouted.
She reached your earlobe and grazed her teeth against it. Goosebumps were forming on your body, making you shiver a little. Her fingers were moving fast, but deliberate. You knew that you weren’t going to last long, and you knew that she knew it as well.
‘I missed my favourite plaything’ she whispered in your ear.
‘Loki, please’ was all you moaned. Begging for another release. Loki seemed to pounder over your request. Without warning she crashed her lips on yours. He fingers hitting a little deeper, hitting the spot that made your toes curl. Gasping in shock, her tongue slid in your mouth. She curled her fingers inside of you, making you come that you moaned into her mouth. She worked you through your high, slowly letting you down.
She retracted her fingers, and you felt a little empty. To your surprise she untied the restraints around your wrists. ‘What about you?’ you asked.
‘You, are going to clean yourself up, and then come back to bed. I can wait a little longer’ she smiled at you. ‘If you even think to argue those restraints won’t come loose until the next morning’ she threatened.
You did as you were told. You cleaned yourself up in the bathroom. When you were met with your reflection, you could see the bags underneath your eyes. Realizing that you were far more exhausted than you pretended to be. When you came back to the room, Loki had already laid a large t-shirt and a pair of shorts for you to wear. She was lying in the bed, enamoured in her latest book.
Climbing into the bed, she wrapped her arm around you to pull her close. You laid your head on her breast, feeling like a soft pillow, it felt like coming home. You wrapped another hand around he waist and pushed yourself closer against her. ‘Are you sure?’ you asked.
‘I’m quite sure. You are absolutely exhausted and quite stress from all the long days you had to work. Go to sleep, I’ll be fine. Besides, I have quite a fun day in bed planned for us tomorrow’ she winked at you.
It made you blush and hide your face, she just laughed a little at your antics. Without asking her, she started to read out loud. You were focusing on her voice and the way her chest moved up and down slowly, from her breathing. When you were almost asleep you felt her lips on your head.
‘Sleep thigh, love’ she whispered to you.
A/N: quite new to writing lady Loki, so sorry if it isn't what you had in mind. I do hope you still like it!
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OKAY SO FOR MY RAMBLE REQUEST i wanna know the losers’ love language
YES YES YES
this one got SO long & sappy im so so sorry gfjgnfjkgnjfkn
first i think growing up in a situation of neglect and abuse would have made it difficult for sirius to understand what it meant to intentionally give and receive love, and he'd genuinely have no idea what to do with overly affectionate people (like james!!!) for a long time. but once he got out of that home situation and had some time to process and start heal from it, i think he'd be extremely affectionate with the people he loves.
physical touch would be the biggest one--once he was able to understand that touch could be something gentle and precious, it became the easiest way to show people that he loved them. he was hesitant with it for a while because he was afraid that other people might be uncomfortable with it like he had been, but that turned into him having a super sharp eye when it came to understanding peoples' comfort levels with different kinds of affection without them needing to say it.
so by the time he & remus get together he understands himself a lot better in that regard. if you would have asked before, he would have said his only real love language was physical touch because it was his first instinct & what he had experience with, but he didn't really need things like gifts or acts of service to feel loved. like, he got quite enough of that growing up between all the extravagant birthday gifts he never wanted and the home staff waiting on him hand and foot his whole childhood & thinks he could probably go his entire life without experiencing either of those things ever again.
but then he starts seeing remus and everything turns upside down. on their third date remus brings him a tiny green glass bird trinket that he'd found at the thrift store they stopped by during their second date. sirius hadn't bought it then, but remus went back and got it the next day just because he said he'd liked it. so sirius gets home from their third date and puts it on his windowsill and stares at it for like.....fifteen entire minutes and decides it's his most cherished possession and if he could save one single thing from his entire room in a fire, it would be the bird. and then he gives remus a key to his apartment the week after that in retaliation because fuck it he's literally in love with that stupid sweet idiot & it was either that or ask him to fucking move in on their fourth date
and then it's their six month anniversary and remus is coming over for dinner and sirius is gonna whip up a nice little fancy pasta situation, but he gets held up because some moron decided to knock over an entire shelf of CDs on the back wall of the music store where he's been working the last couple of months. so he calls remus on the verge of tears & tells him he's going to be really late and maybe they should reschedule and he's so so so sorry, and remus is nice about it because he's always nice but sirius feels like absolute shit because he'd made all these plans and now he has to spend two fucking hours putting the shelf back together and reorganizing the CDs.
so he trudges home in a mood and he's so so sad and it's been the literal worst day ever, but then he gets home and remus is already there. he's lit candles and cleaned the kitchen and set the table, and he's done a really good job at attempting the fancy pasta situation sirius had planned even though he's a shit cook, and sirius' favorite cheap wine from the grocery store is on the counter next to a pretty little bouquet of flowers. and remus goes 'happy six month anniversary!!' and he's so fucking sweet that sirius just....,,.bursts into tears in the doorway. and remus is like "uhh!!! 😧 i'm sorry!! hey wait hold on I'm sorry!! are you okay!!" and sirius literally wants to tackle him to the ground because !!!! no one has ever worked this hard to make him happy !!!! no one has gone out of their way like this just because they loved him !!!! and that's a really fucking emotional discovery to make when he's just spent two hours alphabetizing five hundred CDs.
physical touch is still his number one love language because it's comforting and calming and he likes feeling desired, but the times that remus picks up his favorite chocolate on the way home just because he wanted to or does all the laundry on the weekends sirius has a hard time at work are just as meaningful as the times that remus hugs him from behind while he makes their coffee in the morning or walks with a hand in his back pocket when they're out together. he's not picky about the way that remus loves him, but sirius knows he tries really hard to do it in the most meaningful ways and that alone is enough to make him feel more secure and more cherished than he's ever felt with anyone else.
now switching gears, remus is an introvert. like, imagine the biggest introvert you've ever met and then multiply that by a hundred. he has an ongoing problem with tuning out in the middle of conversations because his social filter hit E out of nowhere, or staying holed up at home for three days trying to get energy back after a night out. his time and energy are rare and fleeting gifts, so quality time has always been the biggest way he shows people he loves them. but he's never desired someone else's time until sirius.
sirius is energetic and bright and and magnetic and he doesn't even have to do anything special to have entire rooms of people gravitating towards him. he could do anything he wanted, talk with anyone he wanted, be anywhere he wanted, but the fact that he chooses to give his time and attention to remus means more than any words or gifts or acts of service ever could.
he's really fucking surprised that sirius even agrees to go out with him in the first place, and even more surprised that he's completely present and engrossed in every moment when they are out together. he doesn't get distracted with his phone, doesn't stop and make conversation with every person that waves at him when they're at his regular coffee shop, doesn't try to fill every silence with thoughts or words that don't matter. he's entirely content to just be together, which is more than remus could have ever hoped to find in another person.
so one evening in the summer they're at remus' place watching reruns of a show they'd already finished, and remus is thinking he's never been happier in his life than he is in that moment--just sitting together quietly, sirius tucked into his side with his head on his shoulder, tracing little patterns onto his palm and giving a little laugh at the tv every once in a while. and then sirius' phone rings on the other side of the couch and he answers it on speakerphone, and it's marlene saying she got him a last minute ticket to that concert in the park downtown they'd been trying to get into for weeks. sirius perks up and remus deflates--of course sirius is going to go, and he absolutely should, he's been talking about this concert all summer, remus is just sad he'll have to leave--but then sirius goes 'ugh i'm sorry, i had something come up and i can't go tonight, you should take dorcas!!!' and he hangs up and just settles back in and remus is like '....hello?? why aren't you going??' and sirius just shrugs and squeezes him a little tighter and goes 'i'd rather be here with you' and remus loves him so so so bad he thinks he might explode with it
and sirius is also really, really good at knowing when remus needs A Moment. he's always been able to read remus like a book, even back when things were new, like he has some kind of sixth sense that lets him know when remus is Done and needs to go home and recharge. recharging also sometimes means being alone, and after a very brief period of misunderstanding in their early days, sirius gets it, and he understands like no one else ever has and gives remus that precious space when he needs it. remus knows that's difficult for him some days, so he works really, really hard to pay attention and make sure he's doing everything he can to let sirius know how much he loves him, even when he needs to be alone sometimes. if that means leaving work early to meet him for the walk home or getting up at the crack of dawn on mondays to grab coffees before sirius wakes up then so fucking be it, he'll go out of his way every single day for the rest of his life if it means sirius feels even half of remus' love for him
he also never would have thought physical touch would become so important to him until sirius. remus wasn't ever one to reach out first, and sirius had always been touchy--casual their first few dates and then leaning further into it; holding remus' hand as they walked from his work to the coffee place down the street, playing with his hair absently while they watched a movie or before falling asleep, trailing an delicate hand up his shirt in public and blinking at him innocently when remus sent him a warning look, giving a sweet little 'i have no idea what you're talking about' while dragging his nails down remus' spine, all evil and smug about it, pushing his buttons expertly until remus pulls him from the room & tugs him in the direction of home. but remus loves those moments now, cherishes them just like he cherishes everything else, and feels more wanted than he ever has before
sirius taught him a lot about how to love other people, how to study and learn them well enough to understand what they need, and ask for help when he got it wrong. he learned a lot about self-worth, about feeling deserving of the abundance of love that had suddenly crash-landed into his life, how to sit with it and accept it and give it in return, just because he wants to
#u ask tortoise answers#anon#tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason#fuck this is so fucking long#I am so sorry#oh my god#it really got away from me#im sor ry fgfjkgfjkgf#this is literally all projecting#like i have a tiny BLUE glass bird trinket
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keeping secrets...pt 2
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: After talking with Eddie in secret, you have your first date with him. After the date goes awry, a nervous Eddie decided to try and salvage it. 1.6k words
Warnings: None!
//hi! so sorry this took so long. I had a lot going on this week! I start college the 22nd so I might not be able to publish something for a couple weeks after! I'll put out some updates!
This is part 2! Part 1:
"Steve, I'm really sorry. I have to leave early tonight," you finished serving the tweens that showed up demanding samples. You fought back a grin as you remembered your conversation with Eddie last week. You had always thought that Dustin's friends were irritating at times, especially during those loud D&D campaigns he would sometimes have in his room. But now that you met Eddie, your opinion changed.
"Are you serious? I covered for you last week!" Steve whined from the backroom, eating his third banana of the day. You put down your scooper and walk to the back room, nodding at Robin as she takes your place at the register. "Haven't you had enough bananas? We have other fruits." You laugh when he rolls his eyes. "If you cover my shift tonight, I'll clean for you for a month." Steve liked to say he hated his coworkers, but you and Robin knew that wasn't true.
He put his finger on his chin, pretending to think about your proposition. "Fine, but no more shift covering for the next two weeks, please." He sits down and continues eating. You didn't have time to be worried about your shift. You had a date to get ready for. "Why are you leaving anyway? Got a date?" Steve asked, making you stop in your tracks. Lying never was your strong suit. "No! I have a dentist appointment!" you cringed at your sudden, loud response. Both Robin and Steve flinched. "Damn, someone's mad today. Good luck with your dentist." Steve smirked, knowing exactly what you were up to.
You brushed him off quickly before leaving work. Thinking about this date for the whole week, you felt butterflies in your stomach just thinking about spending time with him. Little did you know, Eddie felt the exact same way.
Eddie was in his trailer finding something to wear, his hair soaking wet from the shower he had just taken. "Fuck, nothing looks right!" he threw one of his band shirts onto the floor and sighed. Eddie knew his anger was dramatic. But he truly wanted to look his best for his first date with you. He had kept his promise to you. He hadn't told anyone, even Dustin. A part of him was scared of Dustin's wrath if he ever found out.
After spending another 10 minutes on his outfit, he fixed his long hair and attempted to stay calm. It wasn't like Eddie to be panicked, yet here he was, worrying about his first date with a girl. Not just any girl, Y/n Henderson. He grabs his guitar and gently places it in the case before slinging it over his shoulder. He was beyond excited, and some of the Hellfire members had picked up on it during the campaign. He had ended it several hours early, it was unusual for him.
"Why are you so happy today? What's going on?" Mike's confusion brought Eddie out of his trance. Eddie had just lost the campaign, yet he was smiling like an idiot. Just 2 hours until his date with you. He just shrugged. "Just got something going on later. Don't worry about it." He smiled and continued packing up his D&D figurines and dice. He glanced over at Dustin, who was still oblivious. He laughed to himself before walking out with him.
He watched your car pull up in the school parking lot. You roll down your window and give him a little wave as he walks to his van, making him wink in return. Nobody suspected a thing, and even though it was difficult to keep it a secret around nosy teenagers, you both enjoyed your limited time together.
You drove to the park you were meeting him at. You walked to a picnic table that was pretty secluded. Hawkins was a small town, if anyone saw, the whole town would know in 2 hours. You brought some ice cream from your work and some snacks. Eddie was in charge of bringing the meal. Normally you'd let him bring the snacks, but you just got off of work. It was obvious from the corny sailor outfit you were wearing.
"Ahoy sailor.." you heard someone say behind you. "Shut up, I just got off of work." you chuckle as Eddie sits on the other side of the table. He put his head in his hand and watched you intently. "I'm just kidding. You look adorable, a little sailor." Despite his teasing, he was telling the truth. He really did think you looked adorable in your work uniform. You handed him the ice cream and he set down a box of pizza. "You know I can't cook. I tried cooking some pasta the other night and practically burned my trailer down." You laughed as you imagined a panicked Eddie trying to clear the smoke out of his trailer from his poor cooking skills.
"Relax, the date is about being with you, I don't care about the food." Eddie tried to contain his smile. At first, he was a little intimidated by your attention. He'd never experienced anything like it. He chose to throw out some jokes to try and play off how absolutely smitten he was by you. "That was really sappy." you laughed and took a slice of pizza. "I opened my heart and this is how you treat me? I should take the pizza and leave." the loud sound of Eddie's laughter became a comfort for you.
"Don't leave! You'll miss the gift I got for you.." your smile falls. "Hey! I didn't know we were giving gifts! That's not fair.." you were cut off by Eddie shushing you. "Shh! I wanted to surprise you. This date was set up by you AND you left work early for this. You deserve it!" Eddie never understood how you could be so insecure sometimes. He thought you were smart and caring, everything he wasn't.
After spending about 15 minutes eating and talking about whatever came to mind, you felt cool drops of water land on you. "Shit, it's about to rain." you watched Eddie laugh. "Perfect. I'll help you get all of our stuff into the van. We'll have our date in the back if you want to?" Eddie didn't want to do anything you weren't comfortable with. He didn't get an answer from you because it suddenly started to pour rain. He followed you as you grabbed your snacks and everything else and ran to his van.
You jumped into the back and sat down, pushing aside the dirty clothes and trash. Eddie's face turned bright pink as he frantically shoved the clothing and trash away from you. "Sorry, I wasn't really expecting a pretty girl in my van." you rolled your eyes at his flirting. "Eh, I've seen worse messes in Dustin's room." Eddie had grown to love your smile. Almost every time he talked to you, his main goal was to make you smile. So when he saw you look out the window with a frown, he felt like he had failed.
"Y/n, I'm really sorry. I didn't know it would rain today. I know my van is old and dirty, it's not an ideal spot for our first date. I understand if you want to leave. We can always just reschedule or something? I just really don't want to fuck this up, you're just so amazing and I don't know.." he was talking really fast, clearly upset and panicking. "I'm rambling but I just really hope I didn't fuck this up for us-" you couldn't understand why he felt like he messed up, but you had to stop his ranting.
So you grabbed his face and kissed him. He tensed up briefly out of surprise but you could physically feel him relax before you pulled away. "You didn't fuck everything up! I'm having a great time! Your van is dirty but I don't care!" Eddie searched your face for pity, but he found none. He couldn't even focus on what you were saying because he was still thinking about your soft hands that were still holding his face. "Are you sure?" you chuckle and press a soft kiss to his lips again.
"Eddie, I'm 100% sure that I don't want to leave." you pull your hands away from him and you grab another slice of pizza. "Now, I'd like to continue our date if you don't mind." Eddie didn't mind. He was just stunned by your actions a few moments ago. "Y-Yeah, yeah let's continue."
Eddie walked you back to your car. The sun was setting over the oak trees surrounding the parking lot. "This was amazing, Eddie. I really had a great time." Eddie put his hands in his pocket and felt something. He never gave you the gift. "Oh! Before you leave, here." He handed you a small box, which you opened quickly. It was a guitar pick necklace matching his. "Are you serious?" you couldn't find the words to show your appreciation.
"What, you don't like it?" you sighed and rolled your eyes. "I love it, Eddie. I fucking love it." You put it on. Eddie chuckles and shoves his hands into his pockets. "So, did I earn a second date?" you shrug. "Maybe. If you want a second date, you'll have to tell Dustin that we're actually dating now." Eddie felt a chill go up his spine.
"No, he'll kill me!" this made you laugh. "No, but he might not talk to you for a week." Eddie listened to your laugh, it never failed to make him feel butterflies in his stomach.
"Same time next week?" Eddie brushes his hair out of his face. You nod, "Yeah, next time you should clean your van so we can hang out there."
"Can I have another kiss?" Eddie decided to be brave and ask. You chuckle and kiss his cheek. "Save it for our second date."
God, he was in love with you.
//ahh! my first 2 part fic! Thank you for reading!
#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#eddie stranger things#stranger things#steve harrington#robin buckley#reader insert#x y/n
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Bumble’s older sibling adulting advice for the day is to learn how to clean your room on a regular basis, yes I fucking mean it
(I recommend weekly)
For me, cleaning my room is a weekly event that I do one one weekend day, and it involves at the bare minimum, picking up trash, emptying my trash can, taking all my dishes to the kitchen, vacuuming my floor. Additionally, I also aim to clean up my desk, clean the bunny cage, and scoop the litter box. If I have to, I also clean my fish tank, dust, and reorganize things that have gotten put back in the wrong places.
That’s step one of learning to clean your room: identify the tasks that NEED to be done VS tasks that should be done at some point.
Tasks that need to be done are tasks that keep the whole space more useful: cleaning the floor, putting away clothes, clearing away clutter mean you don’t have to feel gross, be anxious, or kick shit out of your way to walk across your room.
Tasks that should be done at some point can be put off without changing the overall usefulness of the space, but will eventually cause a detriment. (Eventually, the bunny cage will stink.)
Next: figure out how to make the tasks that NEED to be done as easy as possible. Stuff like getting a laundry basket to put dirty clothes in, labeled bins, cube organizers, a trash can, keeping trash bags in your room, whatever it is.
For example, I have a system with my clothes that if a shirt or pants or sweatshirt has been worn but isn’t dirty, and I would like to wear it again before I wash it, I have a cube organizer I use as a dresser and I put it back in an empty cube designated for that. If I don’t want to wear it again, it goes in the laundry basket or on the floor. Any clothes on the floor are automatically washed at the end of the week. It ensures that I never have to sort through whether my clothes are dirty or clean. They’re either in the dresser or on the floor. I also have a trash can right next to my desk where I spend the most time. It makes it so most of my trash is in certain areas, so I can go straight from one task to another without anything stopping me.
Last: either Make It Fun (play music, listen to a show, play a points based game with yourself, have a friend choose what you clean next, etc) or Give Yourself An Actual Reward when you are done.
I have severe ADHD so cleaning my room today took me about 4 hours, but has in the past taken me multiple DAYS. The best way I have managed to limit the amount of time I have to spend on this is by both making it fun for myself with music and also by giving myself a reward at the end. My reward is I can go play Minecraft now.
The last bit of advice: IF cleaning your room is taking you All Day on a regular basis, you need to either break up your tasks into two days, go easier on yourself when it comes to your task list, or find new systems to make your tasks easier. If something isn’t working and having to do it stresses you out, you need to find a new way to do it.
I promise you the mental relief of having a room that’s cleaned to your needs is a game changer.
#also try switching your sheets every week or two. it helps with acne#and it feels really nice#neurodivergent#adulting
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Thigh riding - PEG/TRAP, PEG/TRAP, PEG/TRAP
Kink Writing Prompts
(AAAAAAAA THEM)
(Trappeg, my favorite pokemon name. Set against the background of BJ/Peg/Hawk and Peg/Hawk/Trap, because BJ is........the way he is. For now.)
Honestly, if Hunnicutt's gonna be spending all his time whisking Hawk away to God knows where every time John puts a hickey on his neck, he really can't blame John for filling the empty hours by spending time with Peg. John's got no clue how long Hunnicutt's gonna circle him like a fucking shark either, but one day the guy has to learn how to use his words instead of just staring John down like he's trying to shoot lasers through him.
There's a few things that are true. One, Hawkeye lives here in California. Two, it's because Hunnicutt had the balls to go after Hawk when he had the chance. Three, John still saw him first, so Hunnicutt's gonna have to learn how to share eventually. Four, Peg's the only reason Hunnicutt's behaving himself in the first place.
And five...it's honestly really fucking funny to watch Hunnicutt spin in circles like a dog on a leash and try to figure out how he can reclaim Hawk and Peg from John's affections at the same time without also leaving the door open to be scolded for being such a possessive little shit.
He's sure Hunnicutt wouldn't say it, but with Peg, John's been gentle as hell this whole time. It's fascinating to see this electric woman who runs a household, gets her hands dirty, mothers a child with the confidence she could only gain from having to raise her without a lick of help, and takes her fellows to task when they're being unfair get so flustered when she ends up alone with John.
It's not even like he's been chasing her skirt since he got here or anything either. If Hawk treated John with uncertainty from the moment he hit the doorstep and Hunnicutt offered him barely concealed hostility, Peg's been the only one who welcomed him in with unabashed kindness. He still has no idea why. Maybe she understood the nerves right behind his gaze when he walked through their door with nothing more than a suitcase, a desire to make amends with Hawk, and an uncertain timeframe. Maybe she saw the pale band of skin on his left ring finger and drew her own conclusions. Maybe she's just good without any expectations.
Whatever it is, she gave him a soft place to land. And the trouble with that is she made him feel safe enough to start to wonder what went on behind those pretty eyes of hers.
Lucky for him, she seems curious too. Even if she does turn red at the drop of a hat nowadays.
Tonight, the little tyke's off at her aunt's down the street—a monthly gift she apparently started up once Hunnicutt got drafted to give Peggy a night to herself once and a while. Dinner's done. The dishes have been cleaned and dried. And from upstairs, if John turns his head just so, he can catch the edge of Hawkeye's particularly overwhelmed moans, probably from a bedroom door left open intentionally. John's still getting used to what act brings what sounds out of his lover, but if he had to guess...
He leans into the doorframe that divides the dining room from the living room, watching Peg watch the stairs with her hands tucked against the small of her back. His lips quirk. "Whaddya think?" he asks, going on even as Peg spins around to look at him with wide eyes. "On his hands and knees? Hair pulled back from behind?"
There it is, the flush. It tickles over her pale skin, starts making its way down her neck. She hesitates before a slow smile blooms. "If I had to guess, I'd say BJ's not letting him let go."
"Oof." John winces as he saunters further in. "That's a tough one. He begs so pretty."
"He does," Peg agrees with a chuckle. "The magic number with BJ's three. He'll get him right there to the edge, back him off again, really make him fight for it. He'll act like he's going to make him wait longer, but...no. Three times."
It took him a while to let himself reach for her. It's a hell of a lot easier now. He shapes his hand around her hip. "How long do you make Hunnicutt wait for it?"
"As long as I want," she murmurs.
John laughs. He coaxes her to turn and face him, then leans far down to steal a kiss from her pretty mouth. "Come sit with me," he whispers.
Peg nods, biting her bottom lip. "All right."
It's been a lovely dance, seeing what Peg's ready to let him have, what she's still shy about giving. He wishes he could break open her layers and really brush his fingers over each one, understand what makes her tick like this. He's watched her kiss her husband. She isn't afraid to attack his mouth with all the hunger of the sea, like there's been waves churning in her for years while he was gone that she's still catching up to. And with how happily and easily Hawkeye bends for just about anyone, it's not surprising to John that Peg'll take him with just as much confidence.
But he also knows the nervousness in her touch. The way she'd pull back from those first few kisses with John with a murmured apology. How when he finally worked her confession out of her—that Hunnicutt had been her first, her one, and her only for years, that even Hawk still makes her feel unsteady from how badly she wants him sometimes—she couldn't look him in the eye.
She and John, they've done so little. Cuddling. Kissing. The careful brush of hands over legs, backs, arms. Not for the first time, he wonders if she needs a little nudge to get over her last vestige of shyness, or if the only reason she crossed it with Hawk was from her husband being right there in the same room, reminding her that it was okay to shake apart into her most base urges.
He's not particularly confident in Hunnicutt standing watch while John makes his wife melt, not without either pulling her away in a hungry rush or pushing John down into the sheets with a handful of curls. And while he's not...entirely opposed to the latter, he also can't guarantee it, so...
A nudge it is.
As John sinks down onto the couch, he tugs Peggy right along with him, and she lands beside him with a quiet sound of surprise just before he slips his fingers in her loose blonde hair and pulls her in for a deeper kiss. He keeps the contact intent but gentle, searching and inviting, and as she grabs hold of his shoulders and squeezes them hard enough to ache, he grins against her.
There she is. They both know this part. They've been here often enough together now that he anticipates her sweet whimper, the way she licks at his lips in question so he'll let her in.
Honestly, he half expected her to need a little more warming up, but maybe there's something about the echo of Hawk's pleasure through the hall—tinged for just a moment with a ruddy groan that must belong to Hunnicutt—that makes Peg push in closer so he can wrap his arms around her.
John strokes a slow pattern over the bare part of her neck right above her first buttons, feeling the goosebumps rise to meet his fingertips as she shivers. It'd be easy to push now. But he waits just a little longer. He plays with her tongue so she goes weaker in his arms, finds his pleasure in the taste and heat of her mouth alone.
Only when she shifts into a more comfortable position—her skirt and petticoat rising a little higher as she puts one of her knees between his legs for a better angle—does John tip slightly backward on the couch and slide his knee toward the sky.
The moment his thigh makes contact with the crux between her own does Peg startle, pulling back and catching herself with her hands on his chest. "John," she breathes.
"This okay, honey?" He's so caught by her that his tongue feels thick in his mouth, making the words come out a little slurred even though he hasn't had a drop of booze.
Peg seems stunned to find the position they're in—John almost flat on his back, Peggy straddling his leg. She drags her eyes along his body with a soft, shaky sigh, her fingertips ghosting down his ribs and to his waist.
He'd stirred just from kissing her, but the growing confidence in her touch has him hard enough to ache in seconds. "Fuck, that feels good," he whispers.
"Does it?" She barely gives volume to the words.
He tries it, the nudge. John gently grinds his thigh against her heat, but even with the barrier of her nylons and panties, she makes a stifled sound and curls in on herself.
"How's that?" It's suddenly vitally important that she talk to him, tell him exactly what she needs, even if it's for him to stop. "S'that good too?"
"Mm-hmm..." Peg nods wildly, her hair falling a little more in her face.
That won't do. He needs to see her. He comes up on one elbow so he can push the silky strands out of the way. "You wanna keep going?" John thumbs over her cheek, keeps his voice low. "How 'bout it? We keep kissing. You take what you need. We don't gotta touch nothing you're not ready for. We just have a little fun."
Peg relaxes a little more, starting to pet one hand up and down his waist, her fingers searing him through his thin shirt. "It won't be much fun for you, though, will it?" She peeks down at him through her long lashes, dark from mascara. "If we just...did this?"
John grins so wide, his cheeks hurt. "Sweetheart, if you think I'm not gonna have a fucking blast getting you off like this, you don't know a thing about me. You think this isn't hot as hell? I'm happy to prove it is."
The longer he talks, the more her pupils dilate, thick black orbs overtaking the blue. When John lifts a hand between them and crooks two fingers of invitation, she dives like a bird and kisses him hungrily.
There it is, there it fucking is, he knew this was in her. He lets a little more of his fire meet her in the middle, two tendrils of flame twisting from each of them and feeding each other sharply into the sky. She's still holding back, but there's a whisper in the back of his head that they just jumped twenty steps ahead, far closer to Peggy realizing for once and for all that it's safe to let herself feel like this—to let all those perfect, settled, middle-class, amiable, delicate trappings fall away just like she does with her other fellas.
John takes her firmly by the hips and coaxes her to move, and the moment Peg feels that first long grind against his leg, she whimpers into his mouth. His moan is a ragged reply, wordless and succinct, and she takes the reins and works herself against him intently.
It frees his hands, letting him cup the back of her head in that certain way he's always seen Hawk do. He slips just a little bit under her skirt with the other and strokes his thumb up and down her thigh.
Once she's found her rhythm, the broken sound of pleasure she makes vibrates through him. "Oh, Jesus," she whispers, burying her face in his chest.
The words come pouring out of John, piling on top of each other so she doesn't have time to think. "That's it, that's it, that's my good girl. Can feel how hot you are through all our clothes. I bet you're wet as hell, aren't you?"
Peggy digs up fistfuls of his shirt with a shudder, barely giving voice to what slips out of her. "So good, it's so good..."
"Yeah, c'mon, honey, just like that." He kisses her temple, noses into her hair, fights against everything inside of him to keep his hands right where they are. He lets her chase her pleasure, just serves as the vessel for her to take it from. "Don't you stop. Fuck my thigh good and hard, huh? Wanna feel every inch of that pussy getting some love."
When Peg lifts her head, her swollen lips are parted, her cheeks are flushed, and her brow is drawn up as though she's overwhelmed. "John, please..."
He moves on instinct, hands snapping to grab her hips one more time. "You want me to get you there?"
Peggy nods. "I'm so close, John, I-I—"
"I'm right here." It's been, fuck, probably a decade since he got a girl off like this, all dry humping and sweating in their clothes, and he takes it gently for a second as he shifts his weight to get better leverage—the last thing she needs is to come this far, then have a bad combination of fabric and pressure take her right back down to square one. But he keeps his eyes tight on hers, reading every nuance of her expression and her gasps and the unfathomable depths behind her stare, and as he pulls her back into a focused rhythm, her eyelashes begin to flutter.
It all comes back to him, the utter ease he has with driving a woman out of her mind, and the almost religious reverence that overtakes him in response.
As John smirks, he can feel her starting to shake apart, and he leans in to steal a quick kiss. "That's it, sweetheart, come for me, just like that..."
The sound that breaks from her—a raw moan—is one he'll admit he's jerked off to more than once in the guest bedroom, hearing how Hunnicutt or Hawk will draw it out of her just across the hall. Maybe it's a little weird, thinking of all things in this moment about how trusted he feels right now, that she'll let it erupt from her without a hint of shame because she knows she's safe with him. As she trembles through her release, he pushes her just that bit further, gets instantly inundated with a keening cry as she buries her face in his chest again.
He doesn't take her past that. As Peg shivers like a kitten, he pulls her close and makes sure she feels held, comforted. "Fuck, Peggy," he whispers in between soft kisses on the top of her head. "You know how beautiful you are?"
The sound she makes has no words attached to it—sounds almost pouty that he's making her think at all—and he grins from just how goddamn cute it is.
There's a hint of movement then. He cocks his head to the side until he can see the flash of pale skin and navy blue near the top of the stairs in the other room. It's Hawk in just a cozy pair of boxers, his chin resting on his forearms which are pillowed on the railing, and he's grinning absolutely unrepentantly. For a moment, it feels kind of like old times—one of them catching the other with a girl, giving him a wink at his good fortune.
But there's no war here. There's no fear about blowing Hawkeye a kiss, and Hawk's not shy about catching it in his palm and putting it on his cheek. When Hawkeye holds up his thumb and finger in a circle—the universal okay—John rolls his eyes affectionately and waves him off. Hawk takes the hint, gives Peggy one long fond look of his own before he wanders back up the stairs.
John figures they've only got a few minutes before Hunnicutt comes down, probably freshly showered. Maybe he'll tense up when he sees Peg here sprawled on his chest. Maybe he'll come straight in, pluck her up, and carry her to bed for some snuggles of his own.
Or maybe for fucking once, he'll see that John's not here to steal anybody away. Just looking for his soft place to land. Just finding a reason to keep pushing forward into whatever life looks like now.
"You wanna go somewhere else?" John finally whispers.
"Mm-mm." Peg wiggles her hands around his back until she can finally slide them between him and the couch and cling to him.
John chuckles. "Okay." One more kiss. "You take as long as you need. I'm not going anywhere 'til I have to."
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You get called into the office on what was supposed to be your day off with Harry. While normally you would just call in sick, your boss threatened your job so you had to go in. You were missing Harry like crazy and decided to just send him a quick "I miss you..be home as soon as I can" text before continuing on with the project in front of you.
2 hours pass and you're finally finished. As you are cleaning up, you check your phone: 20 missed texts. You had silenced your notifications so you could focus on your work and finish quickly. You unlock your phone, smiling when you see all the messages were under Harry's name. You tap to open his messages and your eyes go wide. It's a slew of filth: dirty photos and texts and a single video. Glancing around to make sure you're alone, you put your Bluetooth earbuds in and click play.
~Video~
His breathing is ragged. He keeps whining, whimpering your name... Telling you how much he misses you. How he can't wait for you to come home so he can have you. But, ohhh, you're taking so damn long. Harry can't stop talking about the things he wants to do to you... that's when the camera moves and it seems to be propped now. Fist moving furiously fast, his hips bucking, and a sheen of sweat you can now see all over his unclothed body. "Babygirl, please hurry home... I can't last much longer... need to cum for you, baby... please. Please, baby, I wanna cum for you.." The video cuts just as a delicious growl leaves his lips.
You drop your phone on your desk, the room suddenly feeling like a sauna. After grabbing your things, you race down to your car and connect your phone to the radio's Bluetooth. You call Harry, who answers all gruffy and breathless.
"Babygirl..."
"Harry, please, I'm on my way. I'll be home soon. Just please, wait for me. You've been such a good boy, please wait for me. I need you."
He stays on the phone the entire drive, telling you everything he plans on doing to you. Never a man to break a promise, you two spend the rest of the day discovering new limits on pleasure until neither of you can keep your eyes open.
OH MY DEAR FUCKING GODDDJNFHBUJRFNHUJ YOU HAVE COME FOR OUR WHOLE LIVES ON THIS FINE EVENING MY GODDDFNJHBUJRIFKNBHUJRKFNVIK
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I’m so fucking upset?
Like, obviously I’m all stressed out because of all the obvious reasons like the school year starting and my parents wanting to spend fucking eight hours at my house each week. But like, I just shattered a mirror? Like, I got this nice big mirror at a garage sale a year or two ago when I realized a didn’t really have any mirrors I could use to see my whole body. And like, it’s been really nice because I’ve been trying stuff out, and it’s cool to be able to easily see how it looks.
But like, the problem is that it covers the one fucking outlet in my entire living room. And so I keep moving it whenever I need to use the outlet, but when I move it back so it’s not sticking out in the hallway, I have to unplug everything from the outlet again.
Well, guess who forgot to put the mirror back. It’s now shattered in a bunch of pieces on my fucking carpet. And like, of course it shattered at ten in the fucking night, so I don’t want to be too noisy in cleaning it up and honestly I need to go to sleep right fucking now because my boss decided to schedule a meeting five minutes before we normally need to report to school.
Like, it’s just feels like a big ‘fuck you’ from the universe. I feel so powerless on a day to day basis. I’m so busy, and I’m so stressed out. I was trying to actually get ahead of some things today. I took a shower, I was doing my laundry, and I went to the grocery store. Sure, I’m so fucking tired that I can’t even properly enjoy any of my fucking hobbies because the fucking chair for my drawing computer is so uncomfortable, but like, at least I had stuff done? At least for a for moments, I could enjoy my clean house?
And now there’s fucking glass in my carpet. And not only that, but I don’t have a fucking mirror anymore? Like, I thought about dressing up tonight, but I decided against it because I was so tired, but now who the fuck cares? As if dressing up to impress a total audience of me wasn’t fucking depressing enough, now I can’t even do that.
It’s just. I’m genuinely struggling to keep going. There really isn’t a future for me here except for more of the same. And I fucking hate where I currently am.
Idk. I’m really tired. And to an extent, I kind of want to be upset. I want to be angry, and just have any kind of control over the situation.
Idk. I need to get to sleep.
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ok ok im leaving hospital on monday but now im. now im very very anxious about leaving
like. not only do i have access to all sorts of unhealthy coping mechanisms at home. i dont have anyone giving my meds to me at set times??? also im gonna have no sleeping meds bc the only ones that work rn are hella addictive and he said hes only gonna let me have like 4 after i leave???? so im gonna end up not sleeping, losing my whole routine, fighting off dastardly urges all day and night, having to cook and clean and walk dog and pack and PACK and make DECISIONS ..........
i mean yes i will have good shower. and friends. and dolg. and mum visiting most days. ill have help.
BUT WHAT DO I DO WITHOUT THE SWEET CLEANING LADY WHO CHIRPS AS SHE COMES IN AND DOESNT JUDGE ME FOR THE HORRIBLE MESS AND JUST SWEEPS AROUJJND ME AND TALKS ABOUT BLUEY
AND THE SWEET GAY NURSE ON NIGHT SHIFT IM IN LOVE WITH WHO BRINGS ME MY ZOLPIDEM AN D TREATED MY SELF HARM THAT ONE TIME SO GENTLY AT 5AM AND CALLS ME DARLING AND TAKES MY PHONE AWWAY BC HES A TIKTOK GIRLIE AND KNOW S WHAT ITS LIKE TO SPEND 8 HOURS ON TIKTOK INSTEAD OF SLEEPING
AND THE NURSE IM IN LOVE WITH WHO TRIES TO GET ME UP AND GET ME EATING FOO D AND WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I GOT UP BY MYSELF AT 8330 THIS MORNING AND LIT4ERLALY JUMPED FOR JOY WHEN I SAID I SCHEDULED AN APPT IVE BEEN PUTTING OFF FOR A YEAR AND A HALF AND WHO THELPS ME CLEAN MY ROOM AND DOESNT JUDGE ME FOR MY MANY CUPS JUST FILED WITH SUNFLOWER SHELLS
AND THE SWEET NURSE ALSO WHO FOUND ME ON THE FLOOR AND FOUND OUT I HADNT EATEN IN A FEW DAYS AND SCOOPED ME UP AND TOOK ME TO A TABLE OUTSIDE THAT UR NOT MEANT TO BE ALLOWED AT AND PUT AN INSIDE CHAIR THERE SO I COULD SIT AND BROUGHT ME BACK LIKE EVERY FLAOURR OF YOGHURT AND FRUIT AND OPENED THEM FOR ME TO MAKE SURE ID EAT IT
AND THE NURSE THAT ALWAYS SHOWS ME FUNNY EDITS OF HER DOGS SINGING SONGS AND ALWAYS ASKS WHEN REGGIES NEXT VISITING AND BRINGS FOOD TO MY ROOM WHEN I CANT LEAVE
AND LINDA WHO I ASKED HER TO BRING BEDSHEETS CAUSE I HAD BEEN SLEEPING ON APPLE JUICE FOR 5 DAYS AND SHE WAS LIKE ‘ITS OK IT HAPPENS’ AND CHANGED THE SHEETS FOR ME AND SHOWED ME WHAT SHE WAS DOING SO I COULD LEARN HOW TO DO IT MYSELF (theres a lot of layers due to hygiene) AND STOOD BY ME MAKING SURE I PUT AWAY ALL OF MY CLEAN CLOTHES FOR THE FIRST TIME I GOT HERE 2 MONTHS AGO
AND THE OTHER PATIENTS HERE WHO ARE DELIGHTFUL, ONE SLID A BEAUTIFUL COLOURING PAGE OF THE FIRST LETTER OF MY NAME THAT SHE DREW AND SHE SLID IT UNDER MY DOOR ?????/ AND SHES SO NICE AND THE GUY I PLAYED CHESS WITH AND THE OTHER GUY AND THE GIRL I WAS TALKING TO,,, AND THE ONE WHO GOES ON WALKS WITH ME AND HAS REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC CONVERSATIONS AND STUFF
YEAH SHE SHOWERS HERE SUCK BUT WHEEEERRE ARE THEY ALL GONNA BE ITS JUST GONNA BE ME ??? ALONE??????????? AT HOME WITH ALL MY RAZORS AND WEED AND SHIT AND N0B0DY TO TALK ME THROUGH THINGS??????? NO PSYCHIATRIST 3X A WEEK, NO GROUP THERAPIST CHECKING IN ON ME ONE ON ONE TWICE A WEEK.... i will have my psychologist bUT SHES GOING AWAY FOR 3 WEEKS SOON she did offer to see me once during that but OMG
i have a lot of people with me here, i have plenty of beautiful friends offering to help, my mums gonna help too... im just scared. mostly about the sleep thing, i knowwww im gonna stop sleeping and this schedule ive managed to cultivate for the first time in ever will be fucked. like, ive been sleeping at midnight, getting up at 8:30, it’s insane!!! i do nap a bit after cause my brain is so stressed and overwhelmed and tiiiired but it’s something!! i really want to try to hold onto this i really hope i have the strength. please, please have the strength to get up, please, even if you literally want to die. and take your meds every night and get off your phone even if it’s so so scary and you don’t know what to do without it. PLEEEEEEEEASE MAKE THIS WORKKKKK
#ed mumbles#and then i am plunged into intensive emdr hospital stay for 4 weeks#thatll beeee SOMETHING#sorry this is so long the ambien kicked in
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