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bluemusickid · 3 months

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Private Chef! Joel thots

ok so I've had this idea lingering for a while now, and the SAG outfit has just FUELLEDDD more of my thots!!!

Side note: (He has never looked sexier, how dare he age this well; how am I supposed to go on with my life; this is absolutely not fair)

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!plus size! reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of sex, oral (f receiving), Joel Miller, 18+ only, minors DNI

Sharing a smallish drabble/thotty abstract, if you will:

Ok, so maybe Joel has joined your family as your private chef. After all, your parents are SUPER rich, so they might as well look and feel the part.

You had to admit, he was worth every penny your mother was paying him. Not to mention he was easy going on the eyes, which made your mother glad; she would parade him around her lavish parties to the "cougars"/bored rich housewives, something which made your eyes roll.

Little did they know that the ever so charming Joel was a FREAK with a capital "F" in the sack.

You honestly don't even remember how it happened. A few conversations here and there, he had offered to teach you how to cook and bake; and those lessons were often plagued by thoughts of him bending you over and having his way with you, leaving you throbbing and wanting. If you didn't know any better, you could tell that it was affecting him too. His voice got huskier, eyes darkening every time he looked your way. It was a game of chicken, almost, how long either of you could keep the distance before the inevitable damn bursting.

You had once gone to "ask" him "a cooking doubt", and saw quite a sight indeed. Gone was the prim and proper Joel, with his neatly ironed and clean apron and immaculate dress shirts. His curly hair was mussed up, his shirt slightly untucked and his top buttons undone; he seemed to be engrossed in a video, hie eyebrows scrunched together as his fingers kneaded some dough, prepping for tomorrow's party. It was honestly like porn, the way his strong arms kneaded the dough, his thick fingers making you nearly drool. It took all your strength to walk away from there before you embarrassed yourself and begged him to throw you to the ground and pound you into the ground, no matter how desperate that sounded.

And it had happened finally. Another one of your parents' shindigs, and you found yourself bored out of your mind, only half listening to one of your mom's friend's son, whose one semester in London had "like, totally changed his life." Excusing yourself, you made your way to the kitchen, topping off your drink.

You saw him there, again, making small talk with Angela, one of your mom's friends who just wouldn't take a hint. You'd never seen Joel this tense and yet Angela seemed oblivious, throwing herself at him, her screeching laugh loud enough to wake the dead.

You took pity on the man and made up an excuse on his behalf, beckoning him to join you, picking up a few wedges of limes on the way, an idea forming in your mind. He bid Angela goodbye, hurriedly following you before she engaged any further.

"...Whyyy are we going to your room?" He asked bewildered, hesistant as he stood at the threshold.

You shrugged, "figured you could use a proper drink, not the shit downstairs." Taking out two shotglasses, you handed him a rather large shot of Hendricks, your drink of choice to get "classy-drunk".

You toast, downing the smooth liquid as it left a slight burn. Wincing, you pour another, his eyes widening at the pour.

"I'm technically on duty."

"And i'm technically meant to like all the guys my mom has shown me, but life doesn't work that way, does it?" You quipped, clearly goading him.

One shot turned to two. Two to four. The party was long forgotten, the both of you pleasantly tipsy and unguarded. For the first time, it felt like Joel was opening up to you.

"If I didn't know any better, i'd say you were planning on getting me drunk, sweetheart." He drawled.

You smirked. Making your way towards him, you poured another shot, promising him it that it was the last one, and that he could go back to his job. He chuckled, knowing that he would a tough time walking to the kitchen, let alone serving the guests. Lucky that the crew took over for the rest of the night, huh?

Wincing, Joel blindly searched for the wedge of lime to soothe the burn. Opening his eyes, he saw your cheeky grin as you held the lime between your lips, challenging him to take the next step.

He nearly growled as he shuffled closer, your faces mere inches from one another. His fingers ghosted over your lips as he inched closer, his lips tasting the juice of the lime. Plucking the wedge from your lips, his mouth was on yours, urging you to open up for him. You groaned, tasting the citrusy hints of the gin along with the slight tang of the lime, your tongues weaving an intricate dance.

While the party downstairs was loud and had taken a rather raucous turn, up in your room, the only noise you could hear was the sound of harsh grunts and panting breaths.

When your mom had first hired Joel, you didn't understand exactly why she did so, because the chef you'd had earlier was perfectly fine. Now, you couldn't thank her enough for hiring him.

Joel had you pinned to your bedroom door, as he ate you out enthusiastically. Pulling your thigh on his shoulder, he doubled down on his efforts to get you to come undone. Running your fingers through his beautiful curls, you tugged on them as his wonderful tongue worked its magic on your swollen nub. He hummed, circling his finger around your center, urging you on.

Pulling your other leg on his shoulder, he moved to pick you up. You were uncertain about this, but he was insistant, picking you up like you weighed nothing at all. He didn't stop his ministrations as he dropped you on her bed, continuing his amorous assault.

This display of strength had you clenching and reaching your end in no time, as you moaned loudly, yanking on his curls to ground yourself.

"Oh baby, keep doing that, don't stop." He moaned, as he made his way up your body, leaving small kisses and nips along your thighs, your belly. He reached your breasts, taking a swollen nub in his mouth and sucking enthusiastically.

Looking down, you saw one of the most erotic sights ever. Joel worshipping you, his curls a wild mess, his pristine white shirt damp with your release and with a few buttons undone, coming untucked out of his tight black pants.

You groaned. You needed him so badly it practically hurt. Reaching down, you palmed him through his pants, as he thrust himself into your wandering hands.

Pulling his erect length out of his pants, you panted as you worked him over, stroking him as he moved his hips in tandem with your hands. His harsh breaths as he groaned and grunted through gritted teeth turned you on like nothing else.

"I'm close, sweetheart." He managed to blurt out, as you increased the speed of your strokes, tongue moving along his already sensitive head. He pulled his length from your grasp as he worked himself to his climax, yelling out and cursing as he came all over your breasts.

You were mildly disappointed that he held back from fucking you; hell, you were sure he was going to finally take that step and put you through the mattress.

"Joel, I need you. Please." You begged, the need to feel him fill you up dangerously high. You sounded pathetic, sure, but you were beyond caring at this point.

Joel smirked, catching his breath.

"I have to get back sweetheart. Your mom would kill me if she didn't see me in the kitchen."

You couldn't hide your frown as you watched him neaten up, running a hair through his curls. Joel leaving you high and dry was not how you saw your plan panning out. He was about to leave as he turned back, made his way to you, holding your chin between his fingers.

"But I promise you, this isn't over. Not by a long shot." He breathed against your lips, leaving a small peck as he left, leaving you weak and wanting for more.

Silently seething, you began to plot your next steps. Joel Miller wouldn't know what hit him.

Oh no i don't like it i don't think this is my best work but omg it's out there *runs and hides in a corner*

Will there be a part 2?? That's a great question. Honestly i think i could've done better so maybe i have a redemption arc as well lolol, who knows atp

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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hello!! if you can and want, could you write some angst with steve x fem!reader in which reader feels insecure - in a way that she thinks she's annoying because she talks too much and sometimes too loud, and one day, steve has the party over for a movie night and one of the kids mention that she talks too much and she's too loud while steve goes into the kitchen for something (or to the bathroom, whatever). so from that moment on she tries to speak as little as possible until steve brings it up to her one day and comforts her about it.

i'm sorry if it's too specific, if you can't do it, it's alright! your writings are some of my favourites on tumblr!!! 🌼💗

you and steve never really had any major problems, little fights every now and then but it wasn’t big. you still loved each other, you completed each other

but sometimes, just sometimes, you’d wonder if you really did complete steve. moments like this would always come up, like you’d be play fighting with steve and you’d say “i’m gonna catch you!” a bit too loud

when that would happen, you’d quiet down, you’d be the same, just calmer and more quiet. steve never really notice it until one day, where it became way too clear for him not to.

you were with the party, everyone was wrapped around blankets, popcorn and snacks in hand as they watched the movie, steve was next to you, holding you close as you watched

“wait i don’t get it—how did all that happen when her boyfriend was just sleeping, he must’ve noticed, right?” you asked

“hm, don’t think so, it was outside so he couldn’t have heard it” steve explained

“ohh, yeah right” you said, steve then told you he was gonna go get more snacks from the kitchen

“that one’s my favorite” you pointed to the girl on the screen, you liked talking about the characters and movie overall

“oh my god” mike whined

“we get it, jesus” lucas said

“what the hell, guys?” dustin said

“im sorry dustin i cant take it anymore” mike said, “cant you go one minute without talking? it’s so annoying! we can barely hear the movie because of how loud you are!” mike rolled his eyes and dustin smacked him

“oh…i’m sorry” was all you said, you turned back to the movie and snuggled closer into your blanket, wishing you could hide under it forever. you wanted to disappear, to go away.

you zoned out as the scene kept replaying in your head, you knew it. you finally knew what they truly think of you, what they hate about you. and it was exactly what you hated about yourself

you felt steve sit next to you, making you snap back to reality

“got you your favorite” he smiled and gave you the bag, you slightly smiled and ate in silence

ever since that night, you barely spoke. when you’d visit steve, you’d just listen and nod when he’s speaking. only time you’d actually talk is when you had to give a verbal response.

even then, it was low and wasn’t the way you used to talk, it was worse when you were around the party, you wouldn’t utter a single sound. you thought nobody would notice, but steve did. very much.

steve was working robin’s shift, so it was just you and him, he called you earlier, asking if you could come over since he’s closing the store now, you muttered a small ‘mhm’ and went to the store, helping him close up

he was talking to you about one of the customers that came today, and how they’d taken so long to decide what movie they wanted

“can you believe it? 45 minutes just to pick ghostbusters, it’s not even that hard of a decision to make” he said as he put away the tapes, he looked to you and saw you nodding

“let’s go sit for a bit, take a little break” he said and you nodded again, he sat in front of you, holding your hand

he called your name, and you shook your head in question, “you know i love you, right?” he said and you nodded, “you know you can tell me anything, right?” and you nodded yet again

“did i do something?” he asked and you furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head, “talk to me” he said, his tone frustrated

“no” you shook your head

“then tell me what’s wrong” he asked and you stayed silent, “i know somethings wrong, please—tell me why are you acting this way?”

“what way—“

“are you serious?” he cut in, “you’ve barely said a word to me for the past few days, i know theres a reason—talk to me, please.”

you looked at him for a bit and looked down, “there’s nothing wrong, okay? just—some people finally decided be brave enough to tell me the truth”

“what truth? what people—“

“the truth is that im annoying!” you snapped, “that im annoying—and loud, and talkative. and im happy to hear it because they’re not wrong. they’re not! i should actually thank them for finally telling me what’s wrong with me.” you sighed

steve looked at you with such hurt in his eyes, “who said that?” he asked in a low voice

“why do you even care—”

“why do i even ca—are you—because it’s a lie! everything—they’re all lies! baby, who cares if you like to talk about things more than others do, who cares if you’re loud? you’re you and thats what matters, whoever said that is saying complete bullshit, and i don’t care about it. i just—“ he sighed and held your hand tighter, “i miss your voice, i miss the way you get excited about things, i miss the way you talk on and on and on, i miss you. i miss you, peach.”

a smile found its way on your face and you hugged him tight, “i love you, stevie” you said

“i love you too” he smiled, a feeling of comfort finally coming back to him, to hear you and have you in his arms again.

you two held onto each other for a bit before letting go, “now, you wanna tell me who in their right mind said that?”

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crowwritesaway · 2 months

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Yandere Male Idol x Female Idol Reader

“Seriously, they changed your schedule.” You said, refusing to believe him. The modeling agency would never give him up. Unless, something happened. He nodded. “Yup. Luckily they did it so I can be with you.”

You both were waiting to board a flight. You leaned against the wall. “Lucky me.” You said, staring at the crowded section in front of you.

“You know the camera crew is going to be filming me.” You reminded him since he hated when the cameras were recording him. “I know. As long as you, I don’t care.”

“Okay.” You shuffled in your spot, shifting your weight onto your other leg. He looked down at you before looking around for a seat. His eyes narrowed. There were no seats available.

You adjusted your face mask since it was slipping off. He looked down at the floor. He looked at his watch. It was 6:30am. It would take at least another two hours before you both boarded the plane. He sat down on the floor. “Y/N, sit down.” You looked down at him. His bangs hiding his eyes. “It cannot be better than standing.” You mumbled, holding a hand behind your back.

He laughed. So adorable. My grumpy little Y/N. He patted at his lap. You pursued your lips. “Come on. We do this all the time.” He said, crossing his arms. You laughed, you could practically hear him pout.

“Alright.” You sat down beside him. He frowned. That’s not what I meant. He uncrossed his arms and pulled you into his lap. “Eli.” You scolded, moving forward in an attempt to get off his lap.

He pulled you back into his back. He wrapped his arms around you. He put his head in your neck. “Y/N, just lean back and relax.”

You looked around, your hoodie falling down as you wiggled in his lap. “Eli, I’m not in the mood.” You had only slept 3 hours. You were restless. Eli sighed happily into your neck. I am. I’m always in the mood.

“Don’t worry. Nobody is going to recognize us. And if they do, so what.” He relax his grip on you. “It’s okay. Don’t stress about it. Just sleep. Everything is going to be okay.” You felt his grip relax and when you attempted to sit beside him, he pulled you back into his arms.

You huffed, giving in. It’s normal. He’s my band mate. You laid your head on his shoulder. He patted your back. Your breathing evened out. You felt relaxed. Eli smiled, looking down at you with heart eyes. Breaking that stupid contract was so worth it. I got to be with my Y/N.

He gently leaned back while supporting you in his arms. As if I was going to let her travel on her own. She needs me just as I need her. I can’t be without her.

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tugoslovenka · 5 months

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Safehaven

Summary: You have felt a little insecure in your situationship with Halsin as of late. Fortunately, the druid seems to have taken notice—and takes some steps in consoling your fears and self-consciousness.

A/N: I just want to say this was something of a self-comfort fic. I don’t often see plus size/fat bodies in these fics (I’m responsible for doing the same in all of my work too) and I felt like making active efforts in remedying that. Especially when it comes to Halsin. With that said, obviously don’t take this as anything other than an exercise in writing something different. All bodies are beautiful, I just want fat ones to be more represented in fiction sometimes.

This is also my first time writing in second person and I must say, it’s very unnatural for me to do so. But I hope it at least tickled someone’s pickle.

Also available on AO3!

The tent was haphazardly made. Having lived in Baldur’s Gate for most of your life, nature was not where you felt most comfortable. Although, this entire adventure has been an exercise in understanding yourself ever since the Nautiloid crash a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes you felt utterly useless, having to trek through some of the rougher parts of this strange land. Other times, you felt strong—a leader, even, among your companions. It was an odd feeling, stepping in to mediate a confrontation, consoling others or simply having others come to you for advice.

The anonymity brought upon by the abduction slowly turned into a journey of self-discovery. Baldur’s Gate was too big a city to truly achieve the passions you wanted to. But out here, in the middle of nowhere, with strangers who are equally as confused as you, it’s different.

You’re different.

The shadow looming over you brings you back to the sound of crackling fires and whetstone against metal. In tattered leathers, Halsin stands, a hand outstretched towards you.

“Yes?” you ask, following the bulging veins on his arm until you note some of the scarring on his shoulder from today’s goblin encounter. Your eyes quickly divert to meet his—warm brown, with a speckle of ember that almost glows at night.

“Where have your thoughts leapt?” He cocks his head to one side, observing you with care. The druid had an uncanny ability to sense your discomfort from a mile away. You sometimes wondered if he had an infinite supply of Potions of Mind Reading, topping up each hour just to ensure he was inside your head at all times.

“Oh?” you quip, hugging your own body in response. “It’s been a long day, I suppose.”

He kneels down, blocking most of the light from the campfire. With elbows resting on his thighs, he continues to stare. Instinctively, you raise your knees until most of your body is covered. You wrap your arms around them, placing your chin in between. His eyes simply follow your movements.

“Is that all?” He turns his hand until his palm faces you, offering it in case you felt the need to hold it. You always did, but embarrassment or pride often had the last word in the conundrum of comfort.

Halsin never pushed you to share more than you were willing to, and so very quickly, he retracts his hand. The air is particularly chilly tonight, and even though you handle the cold better than most, the goosebumps spreading on your skin prompt you to involuntarily shake when a gust of wind passes by.

“I do not mean this to offend you, but your tent is…” he trails off, looking at the deflated fabric that could serve as a second blanket if need be. “... Not very—”

“—It’s shit, I’m aware,” you chuckle, letting out a yawn when you feel the shakes come again.

Halsin smiles. Almost immediately, you grin back at him. There is something so captivating about the wrinkles on the sides of his face showing each time he is chuffed with your comments. He would call them ‘direct’ even though you knew he probably meant rude. Not that he would allow himself to say so.

“I was going to say not very safe,” he corrects. “I can feel a storm brewing below my feet. If it encourages the bunnies to burrow, then I imagine it will not be pleasant.”

“After all this, dying from drowning by rainfall sounds rather embarrassing.” Your hands begin to rub your shoulders in an effort to raise your body temperature.

“I know we have both been rather busy as of late, but I do miss you, little one.”

Little one. Your teeth grit at the sound of it. It takes the willpower of a thousand suns to not bite off a chunk inside your cheek when he says it. The first time he did, it was following a particularly generous indulging of your cunt—when he refused to be serviced in return—and wrapped you in his arms instead. A thank you, he called it, for aiding him in the fight against his captors. The second time was after your face was painted in his seed, scorching hot like the anger he had for Kagha’s activities in the Grove. A kiss on the forehead followed. The third time was during a cuddle atop one of the particularly beautiful outlooks near the settlement—where he Wildshaped into a bear to keep you cushioned against the uncomfortable floor.

It was frustrating. Never have you felt so secure yet vulnerable with a person. At times, he made you feel like the most unique flower in a gardenia of preciousness, and yet he almost seemed frightened to touch you. You couldn’t remember the last time his touch was wanting, and it had been a month since your last indulgement.

“You certainly don’t act like it,” you murmur, scooting away until you felt your back hit the tent—or whatever was left of it.

Halsin’s eyes narrow. You have studied his expressions well enough to know this was his way of practicing his thoughts before he felt comfortable enough to speak out loud. He opens his mouth to utter a protest, but the loud cheers from Karlach interrupt him. You both turn to see the tiefling using a stick to gently pet over Scratch’s head, squealing in excitement when he drops a ball with a bark.

You take the time to disengage.

“Nevermind.” Standing, you pat away some of the dirt on your thighs and pull down your top, careful to pull at the bottom until it covers the bits you want it to. The druid is quick to follow, and you find yourself blocked by his giant frame as he looks down at you with concern.

“Come,” he instructs, limply pointing towards a direction away from the camp. “Follow me.”

“Halsin, it’s late and if this storm is—”

“Please.”

You relent. With a groan, you lean down to pick up the giant blanket one of the tieflings knitted as a farewell present and wrap it around your front. Halsin is the first to move, occasionally looking back to check if you’re nearby. Once you’re far enough that the noise from camp turns distant is when his hand intertwines with yours, squeezing a few times to offer reassurance.

Rolling your eyes would have been the appropriate response, were it not for the exhaustion you feel in fighting the inside voices and the man responsible for them.

The journey is spent in complete silence, though the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. It takes some time until you reach a nearby creek. Halsin lets go of your hand once you reach a spot he finds appropriate, but not before giving it a gentle kiss. He tells you he will take precaution in scoping the area for any threats. You take the time to sit on a nearby rock, curling the blanket until it covers every inch of your body save for your head.

It doesn't take long. The approaching footsteps catch your attention and you see the large druid return with a couple of branches. He kneels next to you, using some of the nearby rocks to create a campfire.

“I know you are upset with me,” he murmurs, striking two sharp stones against one another until sparks fly in the air. “But I wish to understand why.”

You sigh. “Halsin, is this the time?”

“I miss you,” he retorts, continuing to smash the pebbles more aggressively this time. “And I cannot bear this tension.”

“Tension?” you scoff. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“No, you are not.”

Another spark.

“And how would you know?”

“Because I know you.”

More sparks.

“Do you?”

“It would help if you allowed me to discern what troubles you.”

A flame. A small one, followed by smoke that quickly blows in the wind. Halsin finally turns to you, one knee on the ground as he rests his body weight on one hand.

“Do I trouble you?” you challenge, gently rocking your knee in frustration.

His expression softens. “What?”

“It does seem practiced for you to whisk me away somewhere where no one else can see us any time you want to show me affection,” you snap. “I wonder if I’m the trouble here.”

Halsin shakes his head. The fire next to him begins growing until you feel a wave of heat in your direction.

“You are… anything but. What would make you say that?”

You shrug, pressing your lips together. Either he was rather oblivious at his actions, or just well-rehearsed in the responses he typically gave. You see him searching your eyes, darting left and right as though they would give him the sense he sought for.

“When was the last time you touched me in front of everyone?” you ask, voice lowering barely above a whisper. “When was the last time you touched me with purpose?”

“My heart, you misunderstand,” he responds, inching closer until you can smell the salt and earth his body carries. “My lack of affections have nothing to do with you, but with—with… well, me.”

Another excuse. One that you’ve heard many times before.

“Of course,” you scoff, turning your gaze to the creak nearby.

He reaches through the blanket until you can feel his hand tightening around yours. “Look at me.”

You do so, reluctantly.

“I have lived for many years. I have taken many lovers. You are not some conquest I keep on a tab of many. I have—the shadow curse, it has been preoccupying my daydreams and nightmares. It has nothing to do with you.”

Your eyes narrow. “Then why come to me in the first place?”

He takes a few minutes before answering. “Passion. Attraction. Long lonely nights that needed—”

“—So that’s the reason. You needed a quick release.”

“No,” he quickly interrupts. “You are much more than a passionate night. But that’s precisely why I don’t wish to rush this. I don’t want you to have the wrong idea.”

“And what idea is that?” you arch an eyebrow.

“That somehow you are a quick solution for my frustrations. Yes, I am lonely and I have been, ever since I’ve had the Grove responsibilities thrust upon me. And yes, you have ignited a spark within me that threatens to explode into a wildfire.” Halsin’s thumb begins circling your hand. “But you are also wonderful. I can hear you speak about your love of painting until I grow old. I can watch you playing with those tiefling children until my eyes wet with tears. I can’t bear to see you fight, because my heart tears each time I see another scar on your body.”

You search his eyes for deceit, the corners of which begin to sparkle in the dim moonlight. He curls his hand until it’s holding yours tightly, while his other reaches to touch the side of your face. You’ve always compared the rough skin on his palm to tree bark, and you would have melted into his touch were it not for the many questions you felt necessary to ask.

“It has nothing to do with the others or with you. I would happily cradle you in my arms each day, professing my adoration for you the moment the sun’s rays illuminate the skies until it dims down to the blackness of night. And I apologize that I have not done that.” His thumb rubs small circles on your cheek as he speaks, making sure to stare at you as though speaking to your soul.

“Do you mean that?”

“I do.” He tugs on your hand until you allow him to pull it towards his lips. He gives a gentle kiss on your knuckles, leaning his cheek against them. “I was not aware you wished it of me.”

You shake your head. “Much more than that, Halsin. I want you to crave me,” you profess. “I sometimes feel like you’re not willing to take the extra step. It’s as though you pull back from me when I need you most.”

He nods. “I do, but that’s mostly to contain myself. I may be an old bear, but there are some parts of me that I cannot fully control. I don’t wish to cause you any harm should it come to it. I am especially prone to outbursts at this time, given the circumstances.”

You pause. Halsin has sometimes spoken of his drawbacks—the side he’s not proud of as he would say—of being a druid. His Wildshape afforded him many conveniences, though even you have seen the yellow glow of his eyes at the height of his emotions. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you often had to squeeze your legs together to suppress the gushing need that rose from there at the very thought of it.

“Alright…” you trail off, forming a fist with your free hand, letting the anxiety rest there. “I suppose I’m not used to this. I more so felt you had changed your mind—didn’t find what you were expecting.”

“What do you mean?”

You nod towards your body in gesture. It takes him a short while before he understands the meaning, and quickly reaches to rest both hands against your cheeks. He shakes his head. “No. Never. You are important to me, attractive to me, as you are. What a privilege I have been bestowed upon, having mattered to you this much.”

With some apprehension, Halsin begins tugging at the large fur that covers most of your body. It easily slips down, allowing him full view of your frame, curled against yourself. He reaches forward, touching your neck first, dragging a finger from your chin until he reaches the shirt that covers the valley between your breasts.

“All of you—your softness, your plumpness, your swell,” he mutters, leaning until you feel the surprisingly soft lips against your skin. He inhales deeply, lips hovering over your left breast. “It does not matter. I love every bit of it.” Taking a hand, he reaches in the spot between your waist and hips, squeezing delicately. Instinctively, you jump at the discomfort, but he quickly stills you.

“Halsin, you don’t have to say any of this.” The nervous chuckle betrays you when your hand grabs his in an effort to move it aside. To this, he only hums. Before you have time to react, both hands tear the front of your shirt until your upper body is exposed to the elements. The same slow instincts fail to cover it, because his hands have tightened around your wrists before you can do so.

“Besides,” he continues, easily holding you down when you try to move your hands away. “Your voluptuousness makes for a greater resting place for all the seed I’m going to spill on account of this night.”

Immediately, you stop fidgeting. Blinking a few times, it takes a moment for your brain to understand what your ears have perceived. The druid takes the opportunity to lean forward and take one of your breasts in his mouth. The contact makes you hiss, and still, you are unable to move from his grip. Instead, you moan, not caring for the loudness. His tongue has always been exceptionally good at weakening you. You can feel him twirl it around your nipple, followed by a light teething that prompts you to buck your hips forward.

“Halsin,” you moan, attempting to release from his hold for a second time. Fluttering your eyes closed, you lean back until you feel the tree trunk against your shoulder blades. He follows, not allowing you a moment of peace as he swirls his tongue over your hard nipple. Biting down, he begins suckling at the soft skin when you attempt to close your legs together to satisfy the ache between them.

With a pop, he releases your nipple, cheek resting against the skin as he looks up at you.

“Would you like that?” he wonders, a gentle bucking of his hips making it evident he too was seeking friction. “For me to show you how much I truly crave you?”

You bite your lip in response, hard enough that the metallic taste starts swirling somewhere inside your mouth. Nodding slowly, you attempt to tug away once again, and this time the druid allows it. With newfound freedom of movement, your hands find themselves fisting his messy hair when you propel yourself forward, landing on your knees and capturing his lips in yours. He is solid as stone, unmoving when you do so, and only grunts when your tongues find each other.

Hands begin roaming—his, yours—over soft and hardened bits, frantically looking for somewhere to rest, to hold. Halsin’s are particularly active, first finding your hair, then your cheeks, then your shoulders, then your hips, before finally resting at the front of your belly. You cringe and suck in air on impulse—habit. It only makes him squeeze harder.

“This is the body I have adored since the first time you granted me permission to touch it,” he growls, pulling away from your heated kisses. “I have hungered for every inch of you. Through sleepless nights and anxiety-ridden trips, I have grown to know this is what I want.”

Responding in full sentences is not an option. Not when he dips his head, trailing kisses along your belly, on the folds that he so carefully grabs hold of with one hand—while the other pushes itself through the confines of your trousers to find your soaking nub. Delightful cries escape your lips when he begins circling his fingers, putting enough pressure until your eyes roll in the back of your head from the feeling.

“The stream of pleasures you produce, I will lap like an animal starved,” he coos, free hand pushing you to sink lower, until he has enough space to lodge himself between your legs. “Then I will fuck you until you are mute from screaming. Are you content with that, my heart?”

Gods above and below, you think. You can only nod, and you do so, rather vigorously. The chuckle that escapes his lips seems to contend him for now, and so he momentarily leaves your aching clit to help free you from the confines of fabric. Resting slanted, partway exhausted and panting could not have been a sight to behold, but Halsin’s bulge spoke differently.

“Please…” you beg.

“No need to beg,” he comments before standing up, hands finding the belt on his pants until they release the cock that bounces lightly against his stomach. “There is nowhere I would rather be than inside you.”

The very thought of having him rut into you was an occupying thought during most evenings. And despite the bruises your throat suffered for days the last time you attempted to take him fully, the gush of wetness sounds the night at the thought of your cunt choking it.

“Spread your legs,” he instructs. “I need to see you.”

You sit up, carefully aligning your backside until you are able to find a somewhat pleasant spot to rest against. Halsin’s hand reaches for his throbbing member, where you spot a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He uses his thumb to spread it across his head, letting out a low groan as he does so. Needing no further encouragement, you spread your legs per his command, carefully analyzing his features and how they soften when you present yourself to him.

“Praise Silvanus,” he says, almost to himself. “How beautiful you are.”

Following his line of sight, you look down to see the mess that you have become. Glistening in the fire and moonlight, there is a trail of wetness that begins at your drooling hole, leading in both directions of your thighs. The druid clears his throat, and when you gaze up, you see the faintest glimmer of yellow light leave his eyes as he shakes his head. Letting go of his member, he drops down on his knees in front of you, staring at your pulsating cunt.

The heart that threatens to escape your chest follows the same rhythm between your legs. It’s craving to be touched—to be adored—and as though listening to your thoughts, Halsin leans in to give a soft kiss to your right thigh. Then your left. You look down to meet his eyes, as he meticulously drags his tongue where his lips first kiss, with enough hunger in his eyes to make you audibly moan at the sight.

“I thought,” you gasp when he bites at your inner thigh. “I thought you said I wouldn’t have to beg.”

“No, but I will indulge in this for as long as I can,” he responds, scattering kisses in painstakingly slow fashion at the soft flesh of your thighs. He uses both hands to hold them, and with no effort on his part, sinks you lower on the stone until you are halfway lying down on your back. With legs in the air, he takes his time to study you.

You can see his hips moving rhythmically despite the control he attempts to assert, as though urging him forward. Still, he takes one hand to glide over your stomach, moving lower until it finally meets your center. You immediately hiss, pushing your head against the rock at the gentleness he offers. With two fingertips, he begins circling your clit again, while his other hand holds your leg in the air for support.

“How warm you are,” he says, picking up the pace once he finds you are able to squirm too much for his liking. You push your pelvis forward, needing more friction. “How much warmer you will be when I spill all of myself into you until morning comes.”

Intelligent thought leaves your senses the more he speaks, you writhe and moan like a wanton sinner. This seems to please him, and so with no real warning, he slides not one but two fingers inside you. Your head raises to look between your legs, but you are met with the druid’s intense stare as he leans in to kiss your neck.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to indulge in the explosions that are firing inside your head. His teeth find their mark at your throat and he begins sucking away while his fingers pump in and out continuously, the heel of his palm slapping against your slickness with each thrust. You don’t notice when, but his other hand has found your nipple, carefully pulling at it to elicit a scream loud enough to be heard in Baldur’s Gate.

“Halsin!” you moan, incapable of saying anything else at the intensity of his ministrations. He smiles against the nape of your neck, biting before moving to kiss your lips instead. Your tongues battle—indulge—in one another’s mouths as he continues this delicious assault on your senses.

He breaks the kiss suddenly, resting his forehead against yours. You whine when he pulls his fingers out of you, noting the considerable lack of fullness he has provided.

“I need to prepare you for me,” he sighs, hands reaching out to his throbbing member once again. He lets out a moan when his soaked hand begins pumping the tip, where you now see a considerable dollop of pre-cum mixing with your juices. “Do you think you can handle three of my fingers, little one?”

His fingers were particularly attractive to you. The way he would whittle with enough dexterity to preplex you. The grip he held his staff with each time he would cast a spell. The roughness contrasting your soft skin any time he would touch any part of you. Though, he had a particular love of stuffing you with them, as you have come to find.

The beads of sweat forming at your temples coupled with the messy hair and half-opened eyelids was enough to define you as fuckdrunk, that you were sure of. Even still, you steel your will enough to nod in his direction.

“Is that a yes?” he muses, fingertips finding your clit once again.

Proud bastard, you think. Smacking your lips, you utter a simple, ‘yes’. It’s barely a whisper and you think he doesn’t register it, but quickly find out his movements are much faster than your reflexes. Three fingers push themselves inside you, and a thumb finds your clit as he continues to stretch you to what seems like impossibility.

“Sing for me,” he sighs. “I want the spirits in these forests to awaken to the sounds of your pleasure.”

“I need you inside of me,” you mutter, mustering up enough strength to look at him again. “I want you inside of me.”

“Soon,” he assures, quickening his pace until you feel the familiar pressure pooling at your entrance. “I need you to let go first.” As though compelled to, your body releases, all manner of reason escaping you as your screams are carried by the wind of the woods. Legs trembling, you lose control of every limb as you pant, completely encased by a coating of fulfillment you thought long gone.

Halsin only watches you, whispering something your ears do not pick up. A faint buzzing interrupts all manner of sound as you relax your body until he’s able to catch you in his arms before you land on the ground. The firmness of his chest greets your cheek, where you are able to pick up his racing heartbeat.

“Are you spent for tonight?” he asks, hand sliding up your back until it reaches the back of your head.

Quickly, you shake your head. “No. I’m just… I didn’t expect this, is all,” you confess. He hums in approval, and positions you atop his thigh while still kneeling. Your leg bumps against his hardness and he hisses, praising the Oak Father’s blessings before turning to look at you.

“You’re pooling for me,” he smirks. “Had I known you were this eager, I would have done this long ago.”

In response, you begin grinding against the flexed muscle, grabbing hold of his bicep to steady your rhythm. It didn’t take long for the need to take hold, and you soon find yourself moaning as you continue moving against his thigh. You glance down to his cock, licking your lips at the sight of the dribble going down the shaft.

As though challenging him, he swiftly grabs hold of your waist, pushing you onto the cold ground with a soft thud. You lay there, blinking up at him. His hand caresses the curve of your body until it reaches your core. There, he spreads your lips apart, sighing approvingly when he hears the squelching sound of your desire for him. Using a finger to trace your cunt, he lifts it to his lips and begins licking away without breaking eye contact.

“So tender, so delicious…” he comments, sucking his own fingers until only his spit coats them.

You attempt to shimmy, feeling the stickiness of his cock meet your folds once you move closer to him. His head drops at the contact, a growl escaping his lips when he looks down.

“Can you take me, my heart?” he questions, grabbing his member and lining himself at your entrance.

You bite your lip, taking the moment to admire the beast of a man whose cock was prodding at your entrance—tapping with feather-light touches, enough to drive you to moan.

“Yes, please,” you beg again, searching for grace in his expression—the grace that would compel him to fuck you.

He pushes slowly, enough to give you the accommodation you know you will need. Once you feel him coating himself in you is when he finally moans—deeply—slamming a hand against the dirt to restrain himself. Halsin was thickest at the top, and his mushroom-like head felt as though it split through every fiber of your being even with caution. To say you were not expecting him to split you apart so early was an understatement, but when his hand finds your clit, your wincing turns into mewing as you attempt to swallow his every inch.

Taking the time to push and pull against his cock to the same rhythm of your breaths, you find that the druid has some trouble keeping calm.

“You are a tight little thing,” he chuckles. “Let me in. Open up for me.”

His instructions help you relax enough so he can guide his tip inside you. Once there, you let out a long exhale, suddenly aware of the sweat coating your body. The chills going up your spine are soon replaced by hot flashes once he hits a particularly delicious spot on your clit and you grab a hold of his wrist with both arms, keeping him where you most desire.

“I can feel you squeezing me,” he moans. “While I rather appreciate the snugness of this predicament, I would like to bury my seed deep inside you.”

To this, you only groan. Halsin uses his free hand to wrap around your throat, keeping himself steadied as he positions himself fully on top of you. With one more look, he slides himself deeper, and you wince at the size that is piercing through your core. He growls, tightening his grip on your throat as he attempts to exert some control through sheer willpower alone.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head when a second wave of pleasure coats your body, and you open your mouth to scream. No sound comes, but you feel yourself loosen up completely, giving Halsin the chance to push past until he is buried to the hilt.

The pain that you momentarily feel turns into bliss. You ride the orgasm, clutching onto his wrist as you pulsate on his cock, which only encourages him to push deeper—as though he could. Any further and he would surely be inside your guts. Every ridge, every vein, every curve on his member jabs at your insides, teasing every spot deep inside you—stretching and filling you until you may just burst.

He doesn’t dare move, not yet. He heaves, chest rising and falling as he waits for you to settle. You reach up, touching the fuzziness on his muscles, tracing your hand until it reaches the side of his face. He’s warmer than you know him to be, and you smile at him reassuringly when he gives you a questioning look.

He doesn’t continue.

Instead, you feel yourself being lifted from the ground, yelping as Halsin grabs a hold of you with one arm, positioning you so that you straddle his waist while the other rests against the curve of your ass, keeping you impaled on his cock. You find the prickliness of the tree hit your back and he settles you there before pulling out completely.

The loss of contact causes you to whimper. You look down, finding him slap his member against your folds, slowly pushing between the sensitive nerves, but not enough to enter.

The sound that escapes your lips is part frustration, part eagerness. The arm holding you up is firm, keeping you steadied with no effort whatsoever.

“You have no idea,” he sighs once he traps his tip between your folds. “How much I wish you rut into you. To fill you.”

“So do it,” you provoke, rolling your hips until you feel your entrance beginning to consume him. “I need you to cum inside of me.”

Halsin snarls and straightens you both, hitching you higher until he finds a comfortable spot. With one push, he settles inside you, slowly bouncing you—breasts jerking in tandem with his thrusts. You note his stare and fist his hair, pulling him forward until he captures a nipple into his mouth. Sucking away, you moan at the intensity building inside you for a third time.

Your clit feels sensitive, as though a bruise being rubbed continuously. The only reason your legs are managing to hold is because of his grip, otherwise you are certain they have gone numb. But Halsin shows no mercy, reddening the flesh with his love bites, creating a line until they reach your throat. You feel his fingertips digging into your skin, but whatever pain you will feel tomorrow is nothing in comparison to the euphoria that’s electrifying you. His thrusts become sloppy, hips hitting against yours as he mutters something incomprehensible.

“Take me,” he commands.

Two strokes.

“All of me.”

Three more strokes.

“By the Oak—”

He doesn’t finish his words. A gushing of hotness overwhelms your cunt, as thick, spurts of cum cover your insides. You feel it hitting your most sensitive parts, coating you until you feel the urge to also release. He slams a hand next to you when he stills, bursting with enough seed that you feel certain would plug you entirely. Glancing where his cock meets your core, you see some of it spill out, dropping on the mud between the druid’s legs.

Halsin leans forward until your foreheads touch once again, heaving from the exhaustion that surely has taken hold by now. You push against him, encouraging him to move and allow you room to land on your feet—or at least try to. With a wobble, you balance, spreading your legs until you’re certain you won’t topple over.

The looming figure in front of you suddenly lowers, and you watch him kneel between your legs, focusing intently on your stomach. He presses a kiss there, before saying, “This is good, but not exactly what I had in mind,” he taps against the softness. “I need to fill your belly until it swells completely, full of my cum.”

A shiver runs up your spine. With a finger, he reaches for your entrance, as though examining you. He tuts. “It seems I have my work cut out for me, little one,” he laughs. “Keeping you stuffed is what I intend to do for the rest of our nights together.”

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It's not a never.

Pairing: Eddie x best friend!Fem reader

A/N: Hey loves. Hope you all had a great week. Tonight's fic is part one of two. I hope all you like it. As always thanks for reading. Kay love ya byyyye.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A credit to original posters and artists. Thank you for your work.

Word count: 3,045

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Language, angst, sexual implications and not proof read.

Summary: New feelings? Yeah Eddie's got it bad.

Part 1

Eddie looked around the cafeteria table at his friends. “ Uhhhh you're joking…you gotta be joking…pfff that's hilarious.”

Everyone sat there in silence.

“ Guys? Seriously?! No way! No fuckin way!” He said, putting his hands up. “ Nope!”

He locked eyes with you and raised his brows. “ Common, you agree with me right?”

You averted your gaze to your lunch and shrugged.

He looked at the imbecile that brought up the subject in the first place. “ You turned her against me!”

Gareth scoffed. “ Dude no. All I'm trying to say is that prom is like a highschool right of passage. I don't know about you, but I don't want to miss out.”

Eddie tuts and narrowed his eyes at him. “ Miss out on what exactly? Penguin suits?”

You answered his question. “ You guys don't have to wear tuxedos. You can wear all black. Like always.”

He shot you a look and you smiled at him.

He rolled his eyes. “ Okay how about shitty music?”

You answered again. “ They're bound to play something good.”

He gave snake eyes now to you and you stuck your tongue at him.

“ Okay how about all of us are broke and we can't afford a limo?”

You opened your mouth to respond but he pressed his lips and widened his eyes at you.

Grant cleared his throat. “ Ehem. Well, you do have a van.”

Eddie licked his lips and looked at his lunch box. “ You guys are nuts. I'm admitting you all to Arkham…I-I can't believe you're trying to convince me to go to prom…Where the hell am I gonna find a date?”

“ Eddie, we're going together as a group. No dates.”

He looked up at you and you gave him a pout. God he hated when you did that. He could never say no when you put your lip out like that.

“Do you even own any dresses?” He asked sarcastically.

When you beamed at him, he gave you a defeated look. You'd convinced him.

You smirked.“ Oh you'd be surprised what I have in my closet.”

Eddie sat there and kept shaking his head while his friend talked about the plan for prom.

…

He couldn't believe it. Eddie absolutely could not believe he was doing this. He was driving to a damn dance. It was the last thing in the world he thought he would be doing. Yet here he was. Pulling up to the last stop before prom.

He lowered the music and parked in front of your house. He honked the horn and waited.

A minute passes and he sees your mom open the door. She then motioned for them to come in.

Eddie sighed when he saw her waving a camera. This was not a night he wanted to remember. Or there to be any evidence of it ever happening.

Everyone hopped out and walked to the house.

“ Oh my! You guys look sharp.” Victoria said, giving them each a hug.

Eddie grinned and gave her a warm embrace. “ Look who's talking. You look ravishing.”

Victoria playful slapped his chest. “ Oh you.”

“ Seriously Eddie? Dude, stop hitting on my mom.”

He turned his head to give you a smirk but instead his jaw nearly hit the floor.

There was only one word to describe how you looked coming into the foyer in your off the shoulders black satin dress.

Beautiful.

That word along with your name in the same sentence was not normal. Well other than him saying (That nat 20 was beautiful y/n.)

But now you are beautiful. Not that he thought you were ugly or something. It's just he never thought about that at all.

You were just one of the guys. A kid that liked to ride bikes and wrestle with boys. A kid that didn't care if you got dirty or cried when you scraped your knee.

You were one of his best friends and up until now, he never saw you as anything more.

“ Stop gawking dude.”

Your comment woke him up from his initial shock.

“ Ermmm. Y-you clean up alright kid.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “ Gee thanks. I appreciate that. You don't look awful yourself. I see you pulled out your funeral attire.”

He looked down at his black short sleeve button up and his uncle's black slacks. Along with his white Reeboks.

“ Well you did say-” he looked up and you turned around and went to say hi to everyone else.

You always did that. Whenever he was gearing up to argue, you would walk away. It always irritated the living fuck out of him. However, right now all he could do was smile to himself.

Before the group pictures you had gotten each of them a white rose to pin on their shirt. Eddie watched you smile happily as you and your mom put them on.

When it was his turn, his heart started to race. You were so close to him, he could smell your perfume. It was sweet and floral. Playful yet sexy. Something he could smell forever. He could just bury his nose in your neck and die happily.

He shook off the intruding thoughts and focused on your hands.

“ OUCH!” He hissed.

You pulled your hands away and looked up at him worriedly. He grinned and thought your forehead looked so cute when you pinched your brows together like that.

He grinned. “ Just kidding.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and mumbled under your breath. “ You dick.”

He chuckled and apologized.

…

You guys were sitting at a table near the exit in the gym. Talking amongst yourself. Eddie would have complained how they have been there for half an hour and the DJ has yet to play a passable song. Instead, he sat there wondering if he should ask you to dance. Would it be weird? No one else asked you yet. And he didn't think Gareth or Jeff would. Grant maybe. Because he liked all kinds of music and loved to dance. And he had a secret crush on you.

But Eddie had to beat him to the punch. He needed to know what it felt like to hold you close.

Just as his mind went haywire, he felt you tap his thigh and began spelling something out.

‘U- ok?’

He glanced at you and nodded. He always did like how you guys secretly communicated. He put his arm on the back of your chair and started writing on your back with his thumb.

‘Yeah- u?’

He kept his thumb pressed against your skin. Loving the warmth radiating from it and how smooth it was.

You wrote back. ‘Hungry.’

He looked down at your salad plate and it was empty. While cursing at himself for declining his salad that he should have given you, he searched around for more food.

He leaned in towards you when he found some. “I'll be right back.”

He got up and went for a plate when someone sat down in front of the one he was eyeing. He sighed and went on the hunt for another. It took a few minutes but eventually he was able to sneak one. When he came back he saw that you and everyone else at the table had a dinner plate already.

You grinned at him. “ I spoke too soon. But I'll totally eat that one too.”

He shook his head. “ I think all of us are gonna need 3 servings of this. With how much the tickets cost, they could at least give us more than an ice cream scoop of potatoes and a chicken wing.”

You agreed with him and offered to take them out for burgers after.

You guys were in the middle of eating when yours and his song came on. You immediately put down your fork and wiped the corners of your mouth.

“ Mhmmm. Okay! Let's go.” You said standing up. “ Let's do this.”

Everyone looked at each other and got up too. Except him.

“ Muuunnnnsooonn.” You sang out, walking backwards towards the dance floor. “ Common. This is our song dude. We have to.”

He chuckled while you pretended to cast out a line and start to reel him in.

He had no choice. He had to join and belt out the song with you.

What's goin on!”

While grabbing his hand, you started swaying with him and the others.

🎵

“ And so I wake in the morning and I step outside. And I take a deep breath and I get real high and I scream at the top of my lungs.

🎵

Eddie re-lived all the memories you and him had.

All the times he was bummed or sick. You would show up with food and sing that song. When you had a bad day at school or got anything less than a ‘A’ on an assignment, he would wrap his arms around you and rock you back and forth. Singing at the top of his lungs. Making you laugh like crazy.

He liked hearing you laugh. Especially when you laughed so hard that you would let out a small snort. He also liked how your fingers felt, scratching his head when he had a headache. The way you hummed What's Up? always made him feel better.

Even now, seeing you rock back and forth, singing your heart out. It made an alright night to one he'll never forget.

…

A couple weeks went by and Eddie couldn't get you out of his head. After prom, everything went back to normal. Except his feelings. You weren't that kid anymore. You weren't just one of his best friends.

In addition to being that, you were a girl who he wanted to hold. Maybe kiss and have sleepovers. Well, a different kind of sleepover than he was used to.

He tried so hard to avoid you as much as possible during those weeks. But he eventually missed you, so he gave into whatever was taken over his heart.

All the times he hugged you hello and goodbye would last a little longer. He became more affectionate than he'd ever been. Random tickling you when it wasn't weird. Just so he could touch you. Or he constantly had his arm around your shoulders whenever you were together.

He thought no one would notice since it was so close to graduation. But he was wrong. Apparently he was doing it so much that Gareth had to pull him aside and talk to him.

“ What the hell's going on man?”

Eddie's eyes went wide. The jig was up. “ Ermmm hmmm? What's up?”

Gareth crossed his arms and stood quiet. That's all he needed to do to get Eddie to talk. That and a stare down.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “ I…I don't know what happened…one minute she's who she's always been and the next, she's not.”

Gareth tilted his head to the side and remained silent.

Eddie clicked his tongue and shook his head. “ Look man, I don't know what I'm doing. All I know is that I feel different.”

Gareth straightened his head and raised his brows.

Eddie let out a long sigh. “ Fine! I like her. I like her, like her.”

Gareth smirked and put a hand on his shoulder. “ Welcome to the club.”

Eddie jerked his head back. “ What the hell does that mean?”

Gareth laughed. “ Dude! We all had a crush on her at some point. Remember when Jeff needed help with the spelling bee in the 6th grade?”

Eddie nodded.

“ Well she helped him for a whole 2 weeks. Jeff swore he loved her after that. And Grant…well you know he always liked her. But it really hit him when she decked Jenny for calling him fatso.”

Eddie was quiet for a second. “ W-what about you?”

Gareth put his hands in his pocket and gave him a thin lip smile. “Uhhhh…so I broke my arm once. Before you moved here…She helped me out a lot during that summer. She did my chores and helped cut up my food sometimes… You know, she was the only one who signed my cast.” He smiled. “ She's a great friend. She always has been. Honestly, I'm surprised it did happen to you sooner.”

Eddie licked his lips and put his hands in his back pockets. They had all liked you because you helped them out or defended their honor. But you hadn't done anything different with him. Besides you looking incredible at the dance, there was nothing that he could think of that made him like you like that.

“ S-so all of you guys still like her like that?”

Gareth shook his head. “ Nah man. I knew that it was just a crush. And Jeff, well Jeff's dating Connie. Grant…Grant still likes her. He even tried to kiss her.”

Eddie flexed his jaw. “ What?! When?!”

“ Prom.”

“ PROM?!”

“ DUDE!” Gareth hushed him up. “ Calm down. You left to get food and he tried. But she let him down gently. She said that she sees him as a brother. In fact, she sees all of us as family. And it would be weird if she dated any of us.”

Eddie's heart sank. Did you really think that about all of them or just the 3 stooges?

“ Look Munson, don't worry about it. It will go away.”

“ What-what if it doesn't?”

Gareth shrugged. “ Then talk to her. Maybe she can say something that will make you feel better about it.”

All of sudden Eddie felt hands on his hips.

“ Hey ladies! What are we gossiping about?”

He turned slightly to find you staring up at him. His heart fluttered seeing your amazing smile.

Gareth spoke up when Eddie couldn't answer.“ uhhhh nothing. Just talking about Mrs O'Donnells final.”

You huffed and grabbed his hand. Pulling it over your shoulders. Lacing your fingers with his.

What did that mean? It was weird right? You and him were close. But now that he had feelings for you, everything you did seemed intimate.

“ Don't you guys worry, okay. I've helped both of you and you'll do fine. Then all of us are gonna walk the line and finally get the hell out of here.”

You looked up at him and beamed. Making him grin right back.

There was a moment there where he thought that you felt the same for him. But that was squashed when you let go of his hand and hook your arm around Gareth’s.

“ Now common. They're serving pizza and you know how I love pizza Fridays.”

He and Gareth chuckled and responded at the same time. “ More than us.”

You started for the cafeteria. “ You betcha!”

…

A week later and Eddie still couldn't shake you. He just couldn't get past the thought of being with you. Or even if what he felt was just a hard core infatuation. But nothing could prepare him for the events of senior outing.

It wasn't camping or a field trip to Washington. It was a movie in the park.

Sure, you guys could have rented a decent horror flick and binge out on snacks in your basement. But you argued that it was one of the last chances to hang out. So of course everyone went.

Eddie was walking back with Jeff. Hauling bags of popcorn and drinks for everyone. As soon as he was close enough he caught your eye. You bit your lip and waved him over.

He immediately felt butterflies in his stomach.

When he sat down you scooted closer to him and covered his legs with a blanket you brought.

You then grabbed your purse and pulled out his favorite candy.

He smiled and patted himself down. Pulling out a box of milk duds from his jacket pocket.

“ Awwww you remembered. Thanks.”

His eyes went wide when you gave him a peck on the cheek.

He had only a second of shock before he tried to brush it off. “ Of-of course. I could never forget.”

You happily rocked side to side as you combined the candy and popcorn. Then you held out a bite for him.

His heart started to race the closer your hand got to his mouth.

He closed his eyes and let you feed him.

Under any other circumstances, this was totally normal. You were very affectionate. It actually annoyed him most of the time. However this time, it only served to make him think you actually did like him too.

As the movie he couldn't pay attention to kept playing, he tried not to think about his “crush”. But it was a battle he was losing. Every time you would laugh, it would warm his heart. Every time you guys reached for popcorn at the same time, your fingers would touch. All he wanted to do was hold your hand or pull you closer by your waist.

Then like a sign from above, the wind picked up. You moved closer to keep warm. Out of nowhere you rested your head on his shoulder and put your hand on his upper thigh. That's when his breath caught in his throat. He tried to clear it and ended up coughing.

Without hesitation your reached over and lifted up your lemonade for him to take a sip.

He licked his lips and took a drink. After you put the cup down, you started tracing across his thigh.

‘Better?’

He gulped and nodded. “I uhh I'm gonna get us refills.”

He felt your eyes on him as he got up and grabbed your cup and his.

While he walked to the snack bar he tried to talk down a chubby. This wasn't okay. The way you made him feel was agonizing. But in such a good fucking way.

When he hit the stand there was a huge line.

Shit! He thought.

By the time he got back to the spot, you had moved to sit between Gareth and Grant. That's when he noticed you wearing Grant's leather coat. He instantly got jealous.

You looked up and gave him a small smile. “ Sorry Eddie. I got really cold while you were gone.”

He shook his head. “ It's cool. The line was long.”

Once he handed you your drink he plopped down and sulked.

Obviously his feelings weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

What the hell was he gonna do?

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Steve “Six Nuggets” Harrington

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Eddie “this is music!” Munson

What do you mean something bad happened? No it didn’t

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“Sweet crazy girl” | Joel Miller

tags: Post-Outbreak, Jackson. A lot of fluff. Coffe Coffe Coffe.

a note from pris: a little short because i writed this last night wathing gilmore girls. In my mind, is a perfect scene in Jackson. Enjoy baby girls!

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The cool breeze blew in through the half-open bedroom window, causing the air to send a slight shiver through my body. I sighed happily, finally autumn had arrived.

Instantly, the alarm clocks began to chime marking 7 o'clock.

-You ‘re hilarious! -I threw off the covers and walked out of the room and down the stairs.

-Look, when I told you last night "tomorrow, no matter what happens, try to wake me up at 7:00", what I really meant was "tomorrow, no matter what happens, try to give me the option of waking up at 7:00, just in case I don't want to do it". Which, in the end, was the case.

-Did you break the alarm clocks, darlin'? —he said, raising an eyebrow as he prepared breakfast.

-Very funny, cowboy —I kissed his cheek. I grabbed the pot of coffee and sniffed it, stopping short.-It's decaf.

-What are you talking about? —he looks disinterested.

-You came back to change my coffee.

-I'm a busy man, baby. I don't have time to change your coffee on the sly, I have to work construction and patrols —I began to search the kitchen with him at my back. My sense of smell never failed.

-Will you stop doing that?

-Ha! —I pulled the bag under the sink and watched as Joel raised both arms and covered his head.-Very clever, mister, but not clever enough.

-All right, you know what? I give up —I smell the inside of the bag as I turn on the coffee pot.

-Nop, you don't give up —I laughed victoriously, jumping up and down, then put my hands on his face and joined our lips in a kiss. I slid my right hand to the buttons of his shirt to touch his strong chest and start distributing kisses on his neck.

-Please,baby, don't do that. You know I have to go to work —he placed his warm hand under my nightgown sending a shock down my spine. I pouted my lips a little.

-Do you have to go? —he nodded and tucked my hair behind my ear, then turned and handed me a plate of fruit and blueberry pancakes.

-My strong big man, always feeding me.

-You're welcome, darlin'. You're awake, you've got food. I'm leaving, but I'll try to be back early. Do you want me to get you anything?

-Mmm, maybe a chocolate with almonds, a Vogue magazine, some chips and cheese...

He silences me by kissing me, making the outside cease to exist and the desire to stay stronger.

-Goodbye, sweet crazy girl —then he put his hand on my hip and kissed my bulging stomach.-Goodbye to you too, little princess.

-How do you know it's a girl?

-Intuition, darlin'.

-Ellie is begging all the time for a boy.

-Well, she’s wrong, because i say so.

-Por dios, you're a daddy's girl —i coiffed his salt-and-pepper hair strands.-Have a nice day. I love you, my big old softie man.

-I love you too, sweet girl.

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Leaving me wanting more

Paring- Dean Winchester

Series- supernatural

Warnings- lotta fighting, course it’s the supernatural- that means guns too and ghosts. Kissing, erm might be some swearing it is me we’re talking about.

Summary- you’re introduced to the famous Winchester brothers by their dad on a hunt. Where you connect with Dean quite a lot more than you thought you would. Developing feelings fast, thanks to his dad’s plan all along.

No real timeline in this.

Requests are open my lovelies, any and all characters <3

John drove his car into the run down flat car park and parked it in once of the spaces. “I’m sure this case won’t be easy” he told his sons. “Since when do me and Sammy like easy” Dean chuckled flashing his teeth and cocking his gun.

I recognised the famous car straight away and eyed it up from my car parked in the shadows. I couldn’t really see anyone’s faces so it was lucky I knew the car. My gun was slid into my belt behind my back and I pulled my top down covering it before opening my door and stepping out. Confidently, I walked towards the car in the hope they’d get out and I wouldn’t be standing there awkwardly. I was right, they did. John first of course. I knew he was bringing his two sons but I’d never met them before.

Id heard endless story’s about the famous Winchester brothers who had cheated death multiple times and killed hundreds of demons and the rest of the ugly’s in our world. “Hi darling, are you okay” John came over to hug me. I smiled embracing him back “of course, I always get excited when you call John”. “dad who’s this?” One of them asked as the two brothers stepped out of the car apprehensively.

He turned to his two sons with a beam “this is y/n, she’s the only daughter of one of my dear friends who passed, I thought I’d call in some back up for this hunt”. “You’re a hunter?” The one with shorter hair raised his eyebrow looking me up and down. “Yeah, do I not fit the description?” I smirked putting my hand on my hip. “Not particularly- never met a hunter that looks like- you” he smirked, his face a tad more comfortable now. “Dean- that’s Sammy” he introduced himself.

I nodded at him “nice to meet you, though I feel like I already do- I’ve heard a lot of stories” “so you’re a fan?” He walked over to me leaning on the car slightly. “I’d use the word impressed, rather than fan” I folded my arms trying to keep his ego in tact. He was even better looking closer up, his eyes were a gorgeous green colour and his smile lit up the dark night that surrounded us. “Enough chitter, we have a case at hand” John nodded towards the block of flats.

Sitting here waiting I’d already analysed every part of the bock. They were clearly run down, needed more than just a lick of paint. They needed to be knocked down. But it was still someone’s home and still my job to save it. We walked inside and went towards the lift. “It’s out of order, we’ll have to use the stairs” Sam stated pointing behind him. So we turned back around and went up the stairs. “What floor is it?” Dean asked John who was at the front of the group and first up the stairs.

“Thirteen” he answered with a smile. “Thirteen! You want me to walk up thirteen staircases?” “Technically there’s two for each floor- so it’s actually twenty six” Sam joked from the back of the group. “I’m sure you’ve faced worst Dean” I giggled turning to look at him. “I’d rather face twenty six demons! with no weapons, than climb this many stairs” he wined as we kept walking. “Don’t wish too hard- we have no clue what we’re walking into here” John warned him.

When we eventually got to the top floor (after Dean had been moaning the whole time and prolonged us) we headed for the door number given to John. He knocked three times before a woman opened the door. We could only see one eye, the chain restricted the door opening fully. “Oh good- I thought you were her again” she breathed closing the door and reopening it with no chain. She was a short woman with a brown bob and big blue eyes. Her lips were thin but were smothered in red lipstick.

Though she was slightly shaking when standing in front of us. “Hi- my names y/n- this is John we spoke to you on the phone” I smiled small just to let her know we were friendly, while I also looked around the apartment. “I’m Vanessa, Come in, come in- thank you for coming” she waved her hand indicating for us to come in, showing her chipped, bitten nails. However what fascinated me more was the rings she had on her finger. One of them looked like it could have been made out of bone, it had an amazing purple crystal on it that almost appeared to be glowing. “This is your house?” Dean questioned looking around. It wasn’t the tidiest, in fact there were bin bags everywhere and bare shelves. It looked like she was getting ready to move out.

“No- no no this was my mothers house, come- shall we sit in the living room I will explain the story” she closed the door and then waddled past us with her finger in her mouth. Me and Dean looked at each other, I could tell he was just as sceptical as I was. John was first in the living room of course, he was sat down opposite her. Dean sat next to his dad and I sat next to Dean leaving Sammy to sit next to the woman. It was probably for the best, I’d heard he was the most sympathetic of the Winchester men.

“So this was your mother’s house? And you don’t live here?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “No I live in England- I flew here for a few weeks to clean out my mums flat because- she passed you see” she bit her lip. But it wasn’t a sad look that flooded her face it was a guilty look. I picked up on this instantly. “You didn’t speak much huh?” I tilted my head, the two brothers looked at me with a confused expression but their attention was soon moved back onto Vanessa. “No we didn’t, she hated me for moving to England- she felt like I was leaving her and- I did- we lost contact, it was my fault but my now husband he didn’t want to move to America so I had no choice” she shrugged clearly tearing up.

“So- why have you called us here Vanessa” Sammy said in a soft voice. “Well you see, when I came here- things started to go wrong, I would pack things into bags and then they would be all put back when Id turn back around” she explained to us. “There’s messages on the mirror when I shower telling me to get out of the house- objects flying across the room trying to hit me- I haven’t been able to get anything done” she shook her head and her bottom lip began trembling.

“Well I think we know what the problem is here” I looked at John who nodded at me. “I just want to pack up so I can sell this place and move on with…” in that moment a loud bang came from the corridor cutting Vanessa off. “Oh not again!” She whimpered into her hands. Me and Dean jumped up but when i opened the door a lady with long grey hair and a long white nighty ran towards me screaming and pushing me backwards. I went flying into Dean who practically caught me. I had to reset quickly because she was still coming.

“ANYONE HAVE SALT?” I shouted dodging her attacks before she disappeared. Vanessa at this point was screaming, John and Sam had jumped up. “Only in the car” John whispered feeling pretty vulnerable in the open like this. We all did. “I have some! In the kitchen” Vanessa got up to go and get it but as soon as she stood, an ornament from the fire place was thrown directly at her. She ducked moaning out in distress and it smashed against the wall. I eyed the door and then made a run for it to the kitchen. “Y/n!” Dean shouted after me but as he ran to the door it swung, slamming shut.

“Y/n!” He shouted pulling the door, however it didn’t budge. I was busy anyway, I ran to the kitchen past all the stuff the ghost had broken in the hallway. She was standing in the kitchen with her head on her shoulder smiling. “You need to leave this place!” I hissed at her slamming my eyebrows down. She raced towards me but I dodge her, she quickly turned and smacked me into the table and chairs. They broke underneath me and so I hit the wall. But the ghost was still there. I got up as fast as I could eyeing the salt in the cupboard that was open.

However, when I reached for it everything in the cupboard flew out at me. I squealed being attacked by a bag of pasta and a tin of carrots, before a package of oats hit me on the side of my face knocking me to the ground. The ghost made a run for me again but I reached for the salt, opened the bottle and chucked it at her. She let out a scream before she disappeared momentarily. I heard the front room door opening before thundering footsteps in the hall way. “Are you okay?” Dean blinked rushing over to help me up. He took my hand and then my hip and I looked up at him when I stood.

Our bodies were basically touching and his arm was around my waist. His eyes drew me in so much I didn’t know what to say. “Y/n?!” John rushed, so he could get an answer from me. I nodded pulling away from Dean but patting him on the chest. “Yeah I’m fine thank you” I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear nervously. I got her with the salt. Sam and Vanessa walked in looking at the mess on the floor. “My goodness- my mother is the one trying to hurt me” she winced again covering her mouth with shock. “In my opinion Vanessa- your mum doesn’t want you to move her stuff out” I told her softly.

“And as you didn’t have a great relationship I’m guessing she doesn’t want you taking her stuff or even being in her house” “but she left it to me” she shook her head confused about the situation. “Y/n is right, she doesn’t want you here” John validated, giving me a nod. “Perhaps she couldn’t change her will- but she definitely wants you gone” Dean nodded to Vanessa. “So what do we do?” She trembled looking to John for an answer. “Well first we need…” Sam started talking but his father cut him off. “Y/n, show us how it’s done” John raised his eyebrows at me.

Any case I went on with him he’d give me more and more responsibilities, but never full control. My smiled turned into a grin and I threw him a knowing look. “Where was your mother buried Vanessa?” I turned to her, “um- just across town in the Catholic Church graveyard” “and her name?” I raised an eyebrow. “Dorthy gale- how ever will that help us?” “We need to burn her body, that will get rid of her once and for all” I explained feeling pretty confident in what I was saying. I was a pretty good hunter but it was a natural thing rather than a learning thing.

I could fight but the information was always harder for me to attain. John helped me quite a lot and of course my other hunter friends. But I still studied quite a lot on my own. “We should split up- two of us will go and burn the bones and two of us will stay here incase Dorthy comes back” I looked to John for validation and he smiled eying his son next to me. “You and Dean should go to the graveyard- me and Sam will stay here” he nodded at Dean who looked like he was taking this very seriously.

“Here” I passed the bottle of salt to Sam. “You can make a circle in the front room” “yeah, and we will look for any iron” he nodded to his dad who liked the plan. We all started moving to go to our stations but as me and Dean went to leave John called out his name. “You look after her okay” he smacked his son on the back. “She’s my top priority” he nodded once. “She is” he agreed before walking off to the living room. Dean put a hand on my back as we exited the front door, to gently move me.

“Any idea why my dad paired us up?” He raised an eyebrow at me with a smirk. “Maybe he thought you needed my protection” I shrugged laughing “or maybe he’s bored of you so he chose a different pair” “oi” I laughed hitting him on the chest as we descended the stairs. He was a lot more chatty and a lot less winey on the way down. “So you’re dad? What was his name?” “Oh I didn’t know my dad- he left before I was born” I smiled innocently, not really caring because I’d never known anything different. “So- my dad and your mum were friends”.

“Uh huh, they met on a case- she was almost a victim of a vampire attack but he saved her and taught her what’s really out there” I explained as we got into deans car. “So she became a hunter?” “No- she kept her job as a lawyer but she knew- so she was prepared- she taught me everything John taught her I do think she secretly went on a few hunts behind my back but nothing I remember” I shrugged thinking about her. “Do you mind me asking how she passed?” He looked across to me sadly. “No- it was a demon, it came for her hunter friend and she was collateral damage I suppose- I came home from a friends house to my front door being open and the scene in the dining room”.

“I noticed it wasn’t human so I called some of her other hunter friends and- one of them must have told John because he came- he was really good to me” I explained thinking back to the incident. A smiled crossed my face because if I didn’t think about the good, I’d cry about the bad. “I’m sorry” Dean rubbed my thigh as he drove. I put my hand on his and traced it with my thumb. “You don’t have to be, I’ll see her again one day, I have the memories of her and I fight for her everyday- eradicating as many of these things as I can to avenge her”.

“You’re brave- I like your attitude” he told me with a smile as we parked in the church. “Well now you know my story” I shrugged looking across at him. “She’d be proud of you” he nodded seriously at me, I could tell it had reminded him of his own mother. “Mary would be proud of you too Dean” I beamed before getting out the car. Dean grabbed two shovels from his boot of tricks and we headed to find her grave. We said whoever’s first gets to drop the lighter but Dean found it first and made sure I knew about it. He just made me laugh the whole time. Maybe I was starting to feel a little something for him.

It didn’t take us very long to dig it up, he dropped the lighter of course but he let me pour the petrol. And we stood there for a few seconds, just watching the flames eat her bones. “Id hate to be this vengeful when I pass” I whispered to him. “You won’t be” he shook his head rubbing my back as I stared into the pit of hell. “Would you burn my bones for me Dean- if I did” I put my pinky finger out to him. He looked at it chuckling before pinky promising me. “You have to do the same for me though” “it’s a pact” I nodded with a big smile looking into his eyes again.

Even though it was dark they still shone through the shadows at me. We were still holding our pinky’s together as we stared at each other. His other hand came up to my face and he brushed my cheek softly. I moved my head forward and with that I saw a panic spread in his eyes. “I should- call my dad- tell him it’s done” Dean nodded trying to find his phone in a fit. “Yeah- you should do that uh huh” I nodded awkwardly putting my hair behind my ear. I was glad it was dark because my face had probably turned very red by now.

Dean let John know what we had done and we made our way back to the car in silence. But all I could think about was that moment between us. The way he looked when the moonlight shone on the side of his gorgeous face. The silence between us wasn’t awkward it was just, sad. Something was telling me we both wanted it to be a moment but something we couldn’t control was stopping us. Deans phone rang distracting my thought process. “Dad?” He answered confused about why he was ringing. “What are you talking about? We just burnt the bones?” Dean frowned, knitting his eyebrows together.

“I don’t know- we’ll be back in a second” he ended the phone call and put the gas on harder. “Dean?” I questioned “she’s not dead” he answered gritting his teeth together. “What- how can’t she be dead I don’t…” I trailed off thinking. “I don’t know- we got all the bones” dean tutted getting pissed off by the situation. “No- we didn’t” I shook my head as we drove into the apartment blocks again. I flung open the door and he followed. “Grab the salt gun” “y/n! What are you talking about?” Dean questioned as he threw open his boot. “Vanessa’s ring- it’s made of bone I’m sure it is”.

“Her ring?” Dean repulsed as he closed his boot and ran towards the entrance doors. “I saw it when we came in- that has to be why dorthy is still there” I shook my head positive in what I was saying. I was always a very observant hunter. There wasn’t any time to talk this trip up the stairs. We ran as fast as we could. I pounded on the front door but it wasn’t opened by anyone when it creaked ajar. The apartment was silent, I looked to Dean apprehensively before a loud bang came from the bedroom. “Sammy!” Dean yelled in search for his brother, running past me. “Bedroom!” Sam called before another bang came.

Vanessa was there and John too being cornered by this thing. “There was no iron” Sammy called out. Dean shot Dorothy instantly with the salt gun and she vanished. “Vanessa” I called out “your ring, the purple one- what’s it made out of” “uh- uh it’s my mother’s finger bone- I wanted to keep her close all the time so I had this made just after her burial” she bit her lip spinning it on her finger. “So we did miss a bone” John realised peering at the ring. “I take it you need to burn this” she slid it off clutching it to her heart. “Goodbye mum” she whispered before plodding over to me.

Dean took his lighter out but as he did I was pushed out into the hall way and I dropped the ring. Dorthy was back. I scrambled up while Dean tried shooting her again. It had rolled into the kitchen and I leaped to clutch it in my hands. I looked around setting my eyes on the gas stove. I turned the knob on it seeing the flame rise. In that moment the ghost appeared in front of me making a run for me. I dropped the ring in the fire and she let out an ear splitting scream. The group ran into the kitchen as the ghost caught fire and eventually, vanished for good this time.

“Is it over?” Vanessa blinked in a state of shock. I nodded looking at the ash of the ring now on the cooker. Dean came over to me putting his gun on the side and rubbing my back. I laid my head on his chest taking it all in while he comforted me. “You’re so brave” he whispered to me. “Thanks for having my back” I smiled up at him. We eventually said our goodbyes to Vanessa who thanked us and even dove into her purse giving us a fair share of money for our work. We told her it wasn’t necessary but she insisted. The walk down the stairs was silent and I took a deep breath of fresh air when we got outside.

“I never wanna see them steps again” Dean huffed making Sammy laugh at him. “It was nice to meet you y/n” Sam reached out to shake my hand. “Mmh likewise, I can’t wait to tell this story the next time someone brings you two up” I giggled behind my hand. “It was a pleasure” he chuckled before walking off to his car. John came over to hug me goodbye. “Always nice working with you y/n” he breathed squeezing me. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me John” I whispered hugging him tightly back. “You don’t need to thank me sweetheart, you stay strong yeah, I’m sure I’ll see you soon” he pulled away but still kept a hand on my back to rub it.

I nodded a few times before turning to Dean who looked like he was waiting patiently. “Well” I sighed smiling, waking over to him. “You ever need help on a hunt- feel free to call me” “I just might take you up on that Dean Winchester” I giggled tucking my hair behind my ear, but I knew I was lying. “Goodbye y/n” he wrapped his arms around me holding me tightly. “It was nice meeting you Dean” I swallowed against his chest. Something tugged in my heart when we walked away in different directions. Something that could have been will never be and so I got back into my car, and they got into theirs.

“What do you think of her?” John smiled at his sons but focused his attention on Dean. “Yeah she’s great, a good hunter- she’ll be really skilled one day” Sammy emphasised from the back seat. Dean kept quiet. “Dean?” “Yeah I agree- with what Sam said” he nodded and shrugged his shoulders. “You seemed to connect quite a bit” “yeah she’s cool, knows what she’s doing” “so… anything else?” John smirked trying to him something. “Dad I don’t get what you’re trying to get at?” Dean shrugged his shoulders again but in more of a stroppy way. “Oh my gosh” he put his hands on his face. “Did you like her Dean” Sam rolled his eyes chuckling in the back.

“What no- that would be disrespectful to you dad I wouldn’t do that”. John frowned shaking his head “why do you think I invited her on this case? I wanted you two to meet- I think you’d be good for each other”. Out the corner of deans eye he saw my car pull out the apartment car park. “You- wanted to set us up?” Dean rose his eyebrow watching my car. “Yeah” John widened his eyes. “You should have given her your number- instead of just empty promises you didn’t plan on keeping” John rolled his eyes laughing. “But- I thought you’d be fuming” “no Dean” he laughed shaking his head.

“Dad- please- catch up with her!” Dean pointed to my car flying down the road. “Yeah?” “Yes- I need to tell her I like her!” He frantically thrusted his hand toward my direction. John started the car up and sped out and down the road following me. It didn’t take them long to catch up with me. I saw John indicate on a lay by and did the same thing, assuming they wanted to say something to me. Dean jumped out the car and ran toward me. “Did you forget something?” I questioned opening my door.

“Yeah- to give my my number and ask you the time I’m picking you up for our date?” “What- are you talking about” I half smiled probably going red again. “I’m sorry I pulled away- I didn’t think my father would appreciate me making a move on you- but I like you y/n, I know you were lying you were never going to call me because I pulled away but I want you to” “I’ll take your number Dean- and you can pick me up on Saturday- at seven” I smiled passing him my phone. “Sounds good, looking forward to it” he grinned typing in his number and then passing it back. “Do you know what else I will have though Dean?” I smiled leaning in closer to him.

“That kiss that you owe me”. He chuckled putting his hand on my cheek and rubbing it before he leant down and met my lips. His were soft, he was gentle with me which I wasn’t expecting for such a big man. My cheeks burned red across from his as we met with the exact same rhythm. “You definitely left me wanting more Dean Winchester” I smiled up at him. “I’ll see you Saturday gorgeous” he whispered quickly kissing me on the lips again.

“Can’t wait” I waved as he was walking back to his car. What the fuck. Hold on, rewined.

I’m going on a date with THEE Dean Winchester.

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Meet Me at the Farmers Market! - 3. Sunflower

Farmers Market! Joel Miller x Confident! Plus Sized F! Florist Reader

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Series Summary: What does a Contractor do in his spare time? Sell his wood carvings at the Saturday Farmers Market, of course! A Grumpy x Sunshine Joel Miller series collective of one shots, Updates every Saturday!

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Jealous! Joel Miller, Tommy is a meddling little shit, Joel is emotionally constipated, Joel checks out his new vendor neighbor like a fucking caveman!

Chapter Summary: Joel, meet Sunflower. This story takes place before parts 1 + 2.

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"I heard there's a new vendor this week."

Joel grunts, lugging the 10x10 pop-up tent from his truck as Tommy casually steps out of the passenger side, a cigarette dangling lazily from the corner of his mouth.

"Put that out, asshole, and come give me a hand," Joel says, dropping the tent onto the blazing Texas pavement.

Tommy flicks the cigarette out into the wind, snagging the pop-up table from the truck bed as Joel lines up the tent with precision, not a hair's breadth off from the designated markers.

"You ain't a bit curious about your new neighbor? Sylvie spilled the beans. Says it's some out-of-town florist, a friend from her college days. Rumor has it she's a looker... and flying solo," he says, shooting Joel a pointed look, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh yeah? and how did you get Sylvia to tell you this?"

"I have my ways."

"I'm sure you do."

"So, I was thinking..."

"No."

"Oh come on, Joel! You didn't even know what I was going to say!"

Joel grabs the last crate from his truck, slamming the tailgate in frustration as he shoves it into his meddling brother's chest. "Why would I be interested in some random girl who," he huffs, "I ain't know nothing about? What if shes..."

"Silvie showed me a picture of her, she's exactly your type!" Tommy pulls out his phone, flicking through his messages. "I just so happened to ask her to send me one of her photos..."

"I'M. NOT. INTERESTED." Joel snarls, gritting his teeth.

A JDM minivan, adorned with painted sunflowers, pulls up behind the brothers, a voice calling out as they bicker.

"Excuse me," a sweet and amused voice breaks through, observing the tense standoff between the two men. "Mind if I slip into my stall real quick?"

Joel pivots toward the voice, a glare etched on his face, irritated at being caught in this compromising and - rather fucking irritating - situation. "Just hold..." His words trail off as he lays eyes on the girl — no, a full-fledged woman, his new vendor neighbor. Goddammit, he thinks, she's fucking gorgeous. Fucking Tommy...

It's Tommy who speaks first.

"Well, hello there!" he calls out, a look of satisfaction on his face as he faces you. "Don't mind us, let us get out of your way!" he pulls him aside, rolling his eyes at his brother's sudden silence. "I fuckin' told you," he whispers in his ear. Joel swears he feels his satisfied told-you-so smirk as he pivots toward your direction, the smug bastard.

You pull into the stall next to his, your hair piled up into a messy bun, sunglasses perched on your nose. You're wearing an oversized flannel, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, hints of flowers - Jasmine? - delicately tattooed on your forearms. "Thanks!" you call out, your voice - your voice... The voice of a fucking angel, he thinks, his Adam's apple bobbing as he nervously nods in your direction.

"Need a hand?" Tommy says as he approaches you, his hands in his back pockets. "Joel's just about done setting up, why don’t I give you a hand? I’m Tommy, by the way. That grumpy asshole right there is Joel.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I got..."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head off, Joel's a big boy, he can manage."

Joel rolls his eyes as he sees Tommy saunter over to you, opening your door as you step out of your van. He breathes heavily as he sees your legs pop out, the sight of your very short jeans cutoffs barely covering your... assets. Those shorts should be fucking illegal, he thinks as he fiddles with the collar of his shirt, suddenly too tight and constricting, the Texas sun and the heat suddenly plunging him headfirst into the depths of hell.

Joel glares at nothing as he watches the two of you from the corner of his eye, your head thrown back as you laugh - with your entire fucking body - at something stupid that his brother is telling you as you both look in his direction, Tommy's head shaking as you playfully slap him in response. How in the fuck does he make it look so easy? he ponders as he sees his brother effortlessly make buddy-buddy with his new vendor neighbor.

"Dad," Sarah calls out as she stands next to him, mindlessly arranging his woodland carvings on his vending table. "What the hell is up with you today?" she chides as she takes in her father's tense form, his hands clenching atop the table. She looks in the direction that her father is looking at, seeing her uncle standing next to you in your stall as you arrange several floral arrangements on your table. "Who is that with Uncle Tommy? She's new. She's pretty, Uncle Tommy doesn't waste a darn minute, huh?"

"I don't know," Joel grumbles. "Some transplant from out west. Sylvie's friend."

"Sunflower? That's her?"

"Sunflower?"

"Yeah, Sylvie's friend from Washington. They were college roommates, she's planning on opening a nursery in town sometime soon. Next to your office, I heard. I want to pick her brain, she's totally cool! She lived in Japan for a while, and learned ikebana!"

"Ike... what?"

Sarah rolls her eyes at her father's ignorance. "IkeBANA, the art of Japanese floral arrangement?" she motions to the flower arrangements on her table. "It's not like the stuff you get at the Whole Foods, it's totally fucking cool!"

"Language, girlie."

"Dad, I'm in college now, I'm a fully realized adult, and if I like to recall," she gives him a pointed look, "I didn't have the best influence about swearing growing up, especially with you and Uncle Tommy cussing each other out every five minutes!"

Tommy waves in your direction as he approaches Joel and Sarah, a wide smile on his face. "Shes somethin' else," he says to the both of them, placing an arm around Sarah as he nods in your direction. "Her family was stationed in Yokosuka back when she was in high school, that's how she learned how to do all of her arrangements and shit. She also does this thing where she fixes broken stuff with liquid gold... her pottery is fucking amazing! better than these fucking critters we be selling every weekend..."

"Kintsugi, Uncle Tommy. That's what it's called."

"Whatever it is, don't ya think she would be perfect for your old man?"

Sarah scoffs, punching Tommy in the ribs. "Didn't you just spend the entire morning flirting with her?"

"Tommy flirts with anything with two legs"

Tommy flicks Joel off. "I have you know, I was talking up your Papi for the last hour, tellin' her all about his woodland critters and how he's a business owner, shit, I even offered his services for her new nursery...."

"Tommy..." Joel warns, shaking his head in frustration. "We ain't got time for some new project..."

"Her new space is the one next to ours! you know, Jimmy's old spot! It's hardly an inconvenience! I'm sure judging how your mouth flopped like a fish when you laid eyes on her you wouldn't mind her being around so much as you like to deny it!"

"Hi," a voice interrupts the three of them, their eyes darting towards you in shock.

"Hey Sunflower!" Tommy clears his throat as he motions at you. "What's that tree you got in your hands? It's a baby!"

You look at the Bonsai tree in your hands, it's reclaimed pot laced with gold. "Oh, it's just a little gift for Joel, now that we're vendor neighbors," you reply, a shy smile on your face. You hand it over to Joel, his hands slightly gracing yours, as he looks at it in wonder. "It's in a reclaimed pot that I fixed with liquid gold... it's called Kitsungi. I hope we can be friends, and thank you for offering to help out with the nursery, Tommy told me you own a construction company..." you look up at him expectantly.

"Dad..." Sarah whispers, nudging him. "Say thank you!"

"Your tent is three inches off from your marker, by the way," he replies as he places the bonsai off to the side of his display table. "You might want to get that checked out, don't want to get a fine or anything like that."

"Oh," you reply. "Yeah, thanks for telling me..."

"What he means is, thank you, Sunflower. I'm Sarah, by the way. Joel's daughter," she cuts in, clearly embarrassed by her father's gruffness. "Don't worry, he's not always like this!"

"He's actually always like this," Tommy mutters.

"Well, It was nice meeting you all," you say as you look in Joel's direction. You nervously bite your lip as he looks at you intensely as he suddenly licks his lips in response. Tommy and Sarah both look at the interaction, giving each other a knowing look. "I hope to see you around," you say, turning as you walk back to your booth. "Thanks again!" Sarah yells at your retreating form.

"Joel... what in the..."

"Don't fucking say it, Tommy."

"You just looked at her like she was in fucking heat or something, what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Don't!" he warns, looking in your direction as you bend over, grabbing a basket off of the ground. He adjusts his collar again, his face suddenly covered in sweat.

"Oh Dad," Sarah muses, looking in your direction.

"You're SO FUCKED."

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bluemusickid · 2 months

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ok i have INSAAAANE brainrot from that video of the couple cuddling. It reminds me of Older!Joel Miller and his boo

warnings: a lil smut, tons of fluff; basically just me yapping, video undercut (slightly nsfw)

imagine coming home from work just EXHAUSTED. Like weary and frustrated. All you want to do is shut off for the day, and do nothing.

Joel sees you and knows what he has to do. Firstly, he runs you a bath, filled to the brim with decadent bath oils and salts. He undresses you with care, kissing every inch of skin he exposes as he does so. Helping you into the bath, he positions himself behind you, pulling you to lay against him. It feels amazing, allowing yourself to sag against him as he massages your arms, your shoulders; his firm grip and slightly rough skin, a strong contrast to the way he was providing you relief. You could feel the stress from your body seep away as you allowed yourself respite from a long, long day.

The bath was wonderful, but even better was the way Joel's fingers felt on you, lightly massaging your clit as he leaves soft featherlight kisses along your neck, your back, your ears... he would make sure you came atleast twice before you left the bath.

After he dries you and wraps you in a fluffy towel, he would gently place you on the bed, wrapping you in his arms. Softly stroking your hair, he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear till he could feel you drift off into sleep.

🥲🫶🏽🫠😭💝

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corrodedcoffincumslut · 1 year

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❤️🖤Pairing - Eddie Munson! x Plus-sized Fem!Reader

🖤❤️Porn with some plot - You dress up as Eddie’s fantasy cheerleader for Halloween at The Hideout. Eddie metaphorically dies when he sees his girlfriend dressed up & fucks her cock drunk. No use of Y/N.

❤️🖤Author's Note - Reader is referred to with pet names & named “Bunnie”. Reader is described as a curvaceous, plus-sized alt beauty. Big tits, small waist & large hips, absolute perfection in my opinion. Had to add in Eddie with a cock piercing & reader with nipple piercings, sorry It’s self indulgent I know! Big loves to @bexreadstoomuch for her help editing this one and inspiring me to write some smut. 😘

🖤❤️Please comment & reblog if you enjoyed my work. I’m working on maybe this being a mini-series of Eddie & Bunnie. Let me know if you would like to read more of my smutty ramblings!

❤️🖤Please DO NOT SHARE my work on other platforms without my permission!

🖤❤️Warnings- SMUT! Pure unadulterated smut! Over 18’s + ONLY - Under 18’s Do Not Interact!!! Plus-sized reader, Graphic descriptions of sex, PIV raw (M & F), Oral sex (M & F), Semi-public sex, Daddy! kink, Dom! Eddie, Switch! reader, Breeding kink, Overstimulation kink, Cheerleader kink, Younger Pervy Eddie, Cock piercing Eddie, Nipples pierced reader, Dirty talk, Mentions of marriage, Cream-pie, Cum-eating, Multiple orgasms, Squirting, Plus-size reader has feelings of insecurity about her body (Eddie puts this right, don’t worry! He loves a thicc babe!) Eddie is soft & fluffy bf at parts. Mentions of alcohol & weed usage.

❤️🖤Word Count- 6.6k

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Eddie always had a thing for cheerleaders. The sinfully short skirts, the pretty bows in their pigtails swinging as they danced in formation, the playful pom-poms, long thigh high socks that went all the way up, basically school-safe stockings. He never mentioned it but you could tell just by the glint in his eyes whenever the topic came up when you reminisced about your school days, especially since his high school crush was captain of the cheer squad.

Before you, Eddie was just like any other sexually frustrated teenage boy. Looking from beneath the bleaches, for a upskirt view of the tight skin hugging shorts and if he was lucky the outline of what lay beneath his pristine, perfect, princess girl’s pussy, wishing she’d forgone the shorts knowing he’d be lurking under there, all under the disguise of a good place to catch a smoke break and escape the Jason and his goons.

Now years later sat with the guys buzzing around a table in The Hideout in the post-gig afterglow, the conversation topic turning back to their shared school days. Eddie admits his previous crush on Chrissy and the other cheerleaders. You on the other hand were the complete opposite of his high school crush. Short in stature with curves in all the right places, big doughy thighs (that Eddie loved to squash his big hands into), a high plump ass (all the better for spanking in Eddie’s mind), wide hips (perfect to hold onto whilst he rutted into your soaking core), slim waist (he’d always loved Jessica rabbit), heaving tits (need I say more) that overspilled every bra you bought. Not exactly built for the cheer squad pyramid. Causing your mind to flood with insecurities.

Your mind overwhelmed, opened back to your old demons. The ones you’d thought were dead and buried after leaving your school years behind. Your body was different, not hideous. You didn’t hate it by any means, but it was definitely bigger than the slender slips of skirt your boyfriend had spent years pining over. Trying to woo and failing before finding you one night in the Hideout, drunkenly headbanging to Megadeth, Anthrax, crushing the air guitar solo in Slayer’s “Raining blood” (your favourite). You were wearing your favourite criminally short denim cut-offs that hugged your ass, fishnet tights adorned with the obligatory holes torn in the pattern and your brown tasselled cowboy boots. Topped off with your favourite Def Leppard muscle vest cropped to show your soft belly and navel piercing. A heavenly vision straight from Whitesnake video as far as Eddie was concerned.

Eddie instantly fell in love. The swing of your hips to the flick of your hair, as you grinded and swayed when the Jukebox switched to Van Halen’s “Panama” caused his cock to twitch in his pants, stiffening and straining more against the zipper more as you danced to the beat of the music. Wandering hands following the lines of your own curves, fingers dancing, cupping your voluptuous chest, up your neck and through your tousled, wild hair. Eddie’s eyes just about fell out of his head, when you locked eyes across the distance, you beckoned him over, with the curl of your finger and the biting of your bottom cherry red lip, as you’d noticed him watching from across the dingy, dimly lit bar. All this leading to you two becoming inseparable since. Nonetheless you let the doubts crawl into your subconscious. Were you what he really wanted? That he dreamt of, the perfect girl, his perfect cheerleader, his Chrissy.

You swallowed down the remainder of your beer and continued to laugh and giggle with the rest of the guys and their girls, pretending you were unphased by Eddie’s confession. An hour or so had passed, as had Gareth found himself a nondescript college girl from the next town over and Jeff left with his girlfriend, Sarah. Kevin, unfortunately, is still unlucky in love with the girls and gets a lift home with Jeff, leaving you alone with Eddie at the bar.

You chewed at your cheeks as you glanced up at Eddie, him ushering over Randy, the Hideout’s owner. “Two more buds for me and Bunnie please, Rand!” Eddie shouted across the width of the busy bar. Smiling, he glanced down at your distracted expression, causing his eyebrows to furrow. “Everything okay there, sweetheart?” Eddie whispered in your ear, lips brushing the edge. Nodding you smiled, staring into his doe eyes, melting your sadness away momentarily. “You sure?” He questioned again, not believing you, seeing the sorrow in your round ocean blue eyes. “Am I enough for you Eddie?” you whimpered, only just above a whisper, the beer making your secret inner self-deprecating thoughts spill from your mouth. “What?!” Eddie gawked back, spinning quickly to face you, stunned.

“You said you liked the cheerleaders back in school Eds, said you pined over them. Perving on them at break in the canteen. Hangin’ around the school field after class to watch them rehearse, said it drove you wild, Said she drove you WILD…I know you said you are over her, and she’s married, a mum of two and living her own life now, but I’m no cheerleader baby. Far from it, look at me! I’m a metal chick, I don’t wear those pretty ribbon bows and I don’t know the chants, I’d be on my ass in the dirt if I tried the dancing and the pyramid and tumbles and that stuff…sure I can blast a beat on the air guitar, kick a guy in the dick for being too handsy on the dancefloor and sink a beer quicker than most but I’m not the embodiment of school spirit like you wanted!” you ranted, off on a tangent stuck inside your own insecure thoughts, stepping back you pointed to your own body, almost shamefully at your curves “is THIS what you WANT?” Biting your lips trying to fight back the big, wet tears that threaten to spill over your lower lashes.

Eddie was dumbfounded at the words falling from your lips. He thought you knew how he felt, how he felt about you? Maybe he got swept up with the boys earlier, forgetting you might get a little jealous or insecure about his past endeavours. You’d never reacted like this before when you had spoken about the past, you took as many lovers as he had, if not more, you were a sexually liberated woman and loved your freedom before you settled down together.

“Sweetheart, why would you ever think that? I’d choose you over a thousand Chrissy’s” he said as he placed his large hands on the sides of your jaw, thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks, kissing your pink bitten lips. “I’ve only ever loved you Princess, sure I thought me and Chrissy we meant to be…But I was 17, and stupid, thinking with just my dick. You make me think with my heart and my dick! Baby…” Eddie sighed. “Bunnie you’re everything to me, you’re all I want and could ever want. I love you and only YOU” He smiled, placing another hasty kiss on your lips. “And for the record I think you’d make a smoking hot cheerleader. I swear to our saviour Lemmy, if I ever see you in a cheer uniform I’ll lose my shit, hey I’m pretty sure I’d wife you right there!” he smirked and half joking. Swallowing your woeful thoughts again, you smiled, glanced back into his big brown orbs. Losing yourself there in those muddy wells, so in love. Noted, you thought.

Fast forward to where you are now. Halloween was next month and you were searching for a costume to wear to the annual Hideout’s Halloween metal fest gig. Corroded Coffin were on the bill, as well as some other local metal bands. When the thought popped back into your brain. The perfect costume. You called Robin to see if Vickie could help with her sewing skills and enrolled Nancy on costume design. All agreeing, the pieces falling into place perfectly.

The night before the gig, Robin called yours and Eddie’s apartment leaving the message on the voicemail “Hey Bunnie, it’s ready”. Eddie’s puzzled face rounded the corner of the kitchen island as the message played. “What's that about Sweetheart?” he asked, confused by the secret simplicity of the message. Smiling, you answered “just girl stuff Ed’s, don’t worry about it. But I’ve gotta nip out quick Eds, I’ll be back soon” turning to grab your car keys you kissed him on the lips and dashed out the door to Robin’s.

Facing the floor length mirror, it was even more perfect than you’d imagined. Every detail was impeccable, the red stitching over the black fabric. Contrasting deep black with crimson red and bright white. Eddie was gonna flip his lid and shoot his load, when he saw you.

The black skirt, trimmed with a crimson stripe running parallel to the hem, skimming the tops of your plush thighs, a pair of sinfully small tight black shorts covering your modesty. The top was a crisp white with black and scarlet ribbon sewn in line to the neckline in a deep V, exposing a criminal amount of cleavage. And front and centre Eddie’s design, the Hellfire Club logo. The devil face, encrusted with shining red crystals, horns in black gems and eyes of bright yellow sparkles.

“Vickie!” you exclaimed, “it’s incredible!” pulling her into a bone crushing hug. “Eddie’s gonna cum in his pants when he sees this, I bet we don't even make it through the show!”you joked. Laughing she rubbed the back of her neck shyly, always unable to accept the compliment. “You’re so talented, I can’t thank you enough, it's amazing. I owe you big time!! Beers are on me for like the next 6 months I swear. Robin you never said she was this good, like this is another level, she should be working in the theatre making this stuff!” Robin smiled, kissing Vickie’s cheek agreeing with your gushing words of praise. “I tell her all the time she’s too talented to be working for some stiff in a suit but she never listens to me” Robin replied.

Changing back into your jeans and tshirt you folded your new uniform into your tote. After landing big sweet friendly kisses on both Robin and Vickie’s cheeks you left Robin’s and set off back home to an unbeknownst Eddie. As soon as you hit home, you ran past the kitchen and into your shared bedroom, hiding your costume amongst your usual assortment of band shirts in the closet away from Eddie’s prying eyes.

A week later, the day had arrived, Eddie had to set off early to the event with the rest of the boys, helping set up the stage and equipment ready for the party to start. Eddie had dressed as his go to as always every halloween, one the lost boys. A black cotton loose shirt, closed by a small amount of buttons, open to reveal his lean muscular chest and tattoos, two chains dangling round his thick neck, tight leather trousers, that made his ass & thighs look so good you wanted to bite ‘em, the closure of which was leather thong string tied in a bow. (One pull and all his deliciousness would be revealed you thought.) Hair loose, tangled in curls and down as always. Eyes smoked out with black liner, defining the chocolate orbs you loved so much. Finished to perfection with two white fangs on his canines. Simply insatiable you thought, as you caught a glimpse as he popped the teeth in the bathroom mirror while you showered. He knew you loved him like this, always trying to tease you, every halloween.

He popped his head through the shower door, trying his best not to get wet under the spray, “I’m off Sweetheart, I’ll meet you there. I can’t wait to see your costume, I can’t believe you're being so mean and won’t let me see it beforehand. We always share costumes before we go” he chided with a fake frown. “Patience is a blessing Ed’s, believe me you'll need it” you sweetly sang back, landing a soft kiss to his awaiting lips. Before stepping back under the water spray, water running between your heavy soapy tits, left hand pinching your pierced nipples and right hand leading your fingers into the neat sprinkling of hair that covered the front of your mound.

“Jesus, Bunnie. You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear. I’m popping a boner already, I’m gonna be cradling this all night now, you just wait till I get you back here later” Eyes closed, he tilted his head back, biting his lip, thoughts swimming of images of you entwined together later. “...Love you Princess, be good” he playfully warned leaving the bathroom. “Bye Ed’s, love you Handsome” you giggled hearing him pick up his van keys, stuffing them into his leather jacket pocket, guitar case and amp from the living room. Hearing the door slam shut, your plan could be set into action. Finishing your shower, you quickly dried off and started your transformation.

Swiping the shiny cherry red across your lips, you kiss pouted into the mirror, placing the lipstick in your bag for touch ups later. Giving your pigtails one last adjustment tug to your head and pulling the ribbons tight into the bows towards your scalp. You stepped back and gave your costume another once over. Eddie really was going to lose it. Paired with a pair of white socks, black stripes at the top and blank white tennis shoes. He was sure going to be gonner the moment he laid eyes on you. He was right, you did make a smoking hot cheerleader, even if you didn’t have the school spirit, more inclined to have the alcoholic spirit you’d hidden in your hip flask. Hearing the taxi’s horn you dashed out the door, and down the stairs to meet your love.

The gravel crunched under your bright white new tennis shoes as you crossed the Hideout’s car park towards the entrance, Gruff Harold the usual bouncer smiled upon seeing your gleaming face. “Christ Bunnie '' he gulped as you gave a little curtsy, (guessing the costume was working its magic already you thought to yourself). “Free entry for fallen angels tonight” he winked, stepping aside allowing you entry, knowing you were there with eyes only for Eddie.

Inside the bar was full of familiar and new faces, all ages out enjoying the buzz of live music and the promise of cheap booze, shredding guitars and heavy drum beats. You recognised the band currently playing, another few local guys. “Occult Offerings” meaning Corroded Coffin were up next, and Eddie would be backstage still prepping with the guys, psyching himself up.

Heading to the bar you ordered yourself a beer and whiskey chaser for courage and another beer for Eddie, knowing he’d need it mid-set. Gulping down the first sip and downing your shot, your eyes scanned the packed space for your friends. Steve’s hand flew into the air to get your attention, along with little’s faces flying into view near the front of the make-shift stage. Dustin excitedly bounced on his heels to the quicken drum beat.

Squeezing through the crowd to join them, you greeted Steve and Nancy both with a hug, it was rare to see them both out after they’d had kids, Mrs Wheeler on babysitting duty with Holly in tow. Steve was dressed as a werewolf, furry ears nestled in his quaffed hair and claws on the ends of his fingers, torn chequered shirt and jeans. Nancy was a naughty nurse, a fitted cotton dress and a cap perched in her permed curls. “Bunnie, you look incredible! Hey if you weren’t Eddie’s girl I’m pretty sure you’d have a queue of fellas buying tickets to the prep rally” Steve pawned at you, earning a nudge from Nancy, “Steve!” She eyerolled. “They’re all animals, honestly” she giggled at you “But honestly Bunnie, you look great, God help Eddie when you finally see him”.

You spotted Robin and Vickie coming back from the toilets over Nancy’s shoulder, smudged lipstick over their mouths. “No guessing what they’d been up to in the toilets then” you smirked to Nancy as they stumbled over, still kissing every few steps. Robin dressed as Elvis, a beautifully rhinestoned catsuit presumably made by the same talented hands as your costume, Vickie as a cat, with now smudged whiskers drawn over her cheeks.

Each little had their own costume too. Will was his wizard character you’d recognised from Eddie’s campaigns, Mike and El were a couple costume of Lydia and Beetlejuice, Lucas wore his old basketball kit, fake slit throat, kit shredded and covered in blood splatter. Max was a zombie in a torn shirt and her jeans, face covered in latex, scabbed up, dripping in fake blood, never to be out done by her boyfriend. Dustin’s costume was less extreme, dressed as Dr. Emmet Brown from Back to the future. Clever and cute as always. Jonathan and Argyle were nowhere to be seen, presumably high in the carpark, hot boxing Argyle’s van once more you thought.

You chatted and cheered for Occult Offerings as they finished their last song. Randy came on the stage, clapping enticing another loud cheer from the audience “Give it up for Occult Offerings people!” He shouted into the mic. “Up next, and a firm favourite here at The Hideout, Corroded Coffin!” stepping to the side and letting the boys take their places on the stage for the bands change over. You placed Ed’s beer by his usual mic stand and quickly disappeared back into the crowd to keep your costume a surprise a little longer.

Ten minutes passed and you’d chased another whiskey at the bar and were well into sinking another beer, when you finally saw Eddie stepping up to the mic ready to start. Nodding to the other member he spoke into the mic, “Hi, we’re Corroded Coffin” before starting to play the beginnings of Judas Preists, Painkiller. Announcing the title and diving straight into the song. You loved watching him play, completely losing himself to the music, head thrown back, fingers teasing over the frets, strong wrists strumming the strings, truly living his rockstar fantasy. It always made fire start in your core, instantly as his fingers teased the strings.

You snaked your way back to the front of the crowd in front of the stage, when his eyes found you in the crowd still approaching, he miss-placed a note. Causing the other members to look up and over to him, finding his love drunk expression fixed on you. “Hey Baby” you mouthed smiling back with a small wave. Eddie’s chocolate brown eyes drank you up, all of you, jaw slack mid solo, the rest of the audience disappearing into the ethos as he saw only you. You danced and Eddie watched in awe, tits bouncing, head banging, pigtails swishing with the motion. Luckily his sweetheart was good at hiding his growing bulge at the front of the tight leather pants, which would have been hard to disguise without the guitar covering. Your movements took him straight back to the moment he first laid eyes on you, but even more beautiful than he remembered.

The show went on for another twenty or so minutes before Eddie announced this to be the last song. “This song goes out to my pretty, number one, cheerleader” Eddie shouted into the mic, locking eyes you grinned. Doe eyes now looking through your long lashes to catch his wink in your direction, “I Surrender” by Rainbow. Singing every word to you, staring into your eyes the whole song and meaning every word. You held your hands in a heart shape blowing a kiss, and he pretended to catch it and kiss his knuckles between the lyrics. He was a goner and you knew it, completely at your mercy. As the song finished he jumped down from the stage pulling you straight into his arms.

“Fuuucccckkkk Bunnie” he growled in your ear. “Are you trying to kill me?!”

“Guess you like it then Ed’s” you kissed his lips. “Do I like it?” Taking your hand he rubbed your hand over his rock hard cock against his leather clad crotch. Another kiss. “Tell me Princess, do you think I like it?” And again, a kiss. You swallowed a tantalisingly sweet giggle at his needs. “C’mon Ed’s I’ll get you another beer, you look a little…. thirsty” you teased as you turned, taking his hand to walk through the crowd towards the bar. “No” was all the reply to you. “Van. Now.” Dragging you in the opposite direction towards the door. Leaving your friends laughing behind, you shrugged allowing him to lead you backstage. “Look guys, can you grab sweetheart for me, I’m, errr, we’ve gotta, I..I” Eddie stuttered to the three still on stage wrapping up their equipment. “Just go” Gareth rolled his eyes, “you'll be useless to us right now anyway” he laughed knowing the effect your costume was having on not just Eddie, but most of the male population in the packed out bar. Eddie nodded in appreciation, busting through the back door into the cold air outside of the car park by his Van. “Keys” he grumbled to himself, turned on his heels and ran back inside, leaving you alone outside.

Reaching into your bag to pull a cigarette out and lit the end with the trusty silver zippo, Eddie had gifted you on your last birthday. Inhaling the smooth smoke, you blew it back out into the inky sky. Before you could take another puff, Eddie snatched it from your lips, taking a huge toke on the burning stick, before dropping it to gravel, and on to your mouth in one swift move. Causing you to stumble back on the brick wall of the building. Towering over you, wolfish grin across his teeth. Fangs now tucked in his pocket, (you didn’t need another reason to make you choke).

“Bunnie, I’m sorry. I just need you…I NEED YOU NOW” he gasped between haste kisses, sloppy, all teeth clattering and lips missing their mark. You moaned into his mouth through another heated kiss as you felt his thick calloused fingers travel up your thighs, round your plump hips and onto your chubby ass cheeks, staying in place with a firm squeeze to the fat there. Nudging his thigh between your thighs, pushing his knee up to your now soaking core. Causing you to grind your clothed aching heat on his firm lean thigh in response. “All this for me, Bunnie… Fuck” he leaned back for another look at your unholy appearance.

“You must have been made for me Bunnie, Christ. Look at you. Look what you do to me, I’m a feral animal for you. There I was playing all with my best friends, doing what I love most and all I could think of was every way I could ruin you… and thats what I’m going to do…I’m going to fucking ruin you” Eddie whispered in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. Kissing down your neck to find your sweet spot, behind your ear, down over your collar bones, his hands working your shirt up over your chest to expose your heavy tits to the crisp night air. Pulling your breast from the bra cup, he placed his lips straight on your peaking nipple. Sliding his tongue over the cool metal bars and softly sucking. An uncontrollable loud moan fell from your lips. “Eddieeeeee'' you whined.

Eddie fingers found the font of your tiny shorts and tore them down your thick thighs to your knees, tangled up on your socks. Rubbing his fingers through your tidy sparse hair and between your wet folds. Your hands flew instantly into his messy head of curls, nails biting into his scalp. Inviting a guttural groan from Eddie. Still suckling at your now hard bullet like nipples he kept sliding his fingers back and forth through your slick, gathering it and pressing his rough fingertips up to your swollen bud, lightly tapping and flicking your clit. “Eddie, someone could see” you gasped, not that you really cared. “Yeah they could”, he replied. Pretty matter of fact and nonchalant, without batting an eyelid, continuing his minstrokes, continuing with the assault on your body. Thus causing the white heat to begin to build, panting moans a song of pleasure into the autumn breeze. “Eddie we can’t...our friends are inside…the kids are all here…Dustin came back from college to see you” you choked out between moans pushing your hands into Eddie’s chest, “Sure we can Princess” was all the answer you got back.

Eddie’s fingers still exploiting your overly sensitive centre, “I’m so close, Baby. Gonna cum” you panted into Eddie’s mouth through rough open mouthed kisses. Tongues in a hot wet battle between connected lips. “Good girl” he beamed. Feeling the pleasure intensifying with every pass of Eddie’s touch of your drenched heat, the blinding pleasure gushed from your core, covering Eddie’s nibble fingers in your juices. Eddie held his fingers up to his mouth and tasted your sticky slick humming in elated glee. “Sweetheart, you taste even sweeter than usual in this outfit” he purred, diving his fingers back to your pussy to collect the nectar and back to your open mouth. He pushed the tips in your inviting mouth and grinned as you sucked the taste from his fingers, your flat tongue allowing him to push them further back in your wanting mouth, before swirling them round and hollowing your cheeks, letting them go with the loud pop.

“I need another taste, ‘tis like honey straight from the source”. Kneeling to the floor he pushed your skirt up round your waist and pushed his head under. Pushing his nose into your mound of curls and taking a deep inhale of your natural scent. “You smell like heaven Bunnie” he muttered, before pulling your panties off your ankles and hiking your leg over his shoulder, opening your pussy to his with his nudging nose and zeroing in on your clit. Looking down you met his chocolate orbs swallowed by huge black pupils, full of lust staring back into your own icy blue ones.

Digging deeper into your wet folds, his tongue going forward into your entrance, rapidly tongue fucking your pussy. Your body rippled with pleasure, the familiar coil beginning to tighten once again, more intense and quicker since he’d already beckoned one from you. As Eddie pursued his assault on your cunt, high pitched louder moans creeping from your throat with every slurp and teasing suck on your inner lips and walls. Plunging two fingers into your hole he concentrated his attention back to your tingling clit. “Edddiiiieee” you cried out “Gonna cum again”, mouth fixed in a permanent O shape. Throbbing with desire, Eddie sucked hard on the bud, pulling a booming cry from your throat. Feeling your walls tighten, Eddie upped the pace of his fingers and licked and sucked unmercifully, until the pressure in your stomach became too much and the coil snapped.

Your vision going white, eyes dancing in sparkles and your body convulsing in ecstasy, you came hard, coating your inner thighs and soaking Eddie’s face. You didn’t care that your back was all scratched from the roughness of the brick wall, your head an empty space, your only thought was Eddie. Cum drunk and coming down from your high you floated back into yourself.

Eddie’s lips crash back on yours, his chin wet with your cum, you taste your sweetness on his tongue rapidly into your luscious mouth. Not wasting a second you pushed Eddie back, spinning him, now you caging him against the bricks. “My turn big boy” you purred into Eddie’s plush, pink, wet lips.

Pulling the ends leather thong, easily undoing the fastening of Eddie’s trousers. Eddie’s bulge poking through the gapping front. Diving your soft hands under the comfortable chequered fabric of Eddie’s boxers and onto his big, girthy cock. Encasing your hand round Eddie’s throbbing member you began to move your hand up and down, along the length, fingertips tickling the tip and ball ring that sat through the end, which caused Eddie to take a sharp intake of breath between his teeth. “Fuck sweetheart” Eddie groaned and you smiled prettily, now kissing down the length of his chest. Pulling out his cock, pushing his plaid boxers under his heavy balls, you fell down onto your knees, sharp gravel and stones digging into your knees (something you might later regret, only a second thought for now!) Only burning hot lust clouding your mind instead of your grazed sore knees.

You licked a fat flat lick from the base of his cock right to the top, encircling the flushed rosy head, flicking the piercing with your tongue lightly, enclosing it with your lips before releasing him and licking back down to his balls. Taking them in your mouth and tasting Eddie’s natural aroma. “Bunnie, you must be a some kinda succubus, cause you’re fucking killing me here” Eddie choked out. Taking his full length in your mouth and hands, you felt his hands settle round your pigtails. Humming in approval you sucked up and down his sizable pulsating cock, the vibrations creating more moans and groans in approval from Eddie. Hollowing your cheeks and opening your throat, to increase the pressure on every pass, the metal grazing your closing throat. Eddie threw his head back in rapture as he chased his orgasm.

Spit dripping from either side of your red lips and dribbling down your wet chin with every bob of your head, as Eddie began you fuck your throat. Eddie’s thrusts quickly became sporadic and erratic.“Fuccccckk” Eddie came hard with a loud groan, white spurts landing in your throat, you hummed with delight, swallowing down his cum in one gulp. Sticking your tongue out playfully, showing your empty mouth, you giggled as Eddie’s dick kicked up again in arousal. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, smudging what was left of your red lipstick across your sweaty glistening face. Eddie pulled you back up to stand.

“Van. NOW.” Knees now blooded with cuts from the uneven rocky ground and pants left behind on the ground. You were hastily pulled over to the van’s back doors, tripping over your feet as you stumbled trailing behind Eddie. Eddie unlocked the doors, impatiently fumbling with his keys in the lock, once unlocked he ripped them open. “Bend over” Eddie’s voice, velvety with lust, rough hands pushed you down onto the cold metal of the van’s back step. Catching your supple stomach as you fell forward with his huge, splayed ringed hands.

Kicking your legs apart he teased his stiffened hard cock through your soaking folds, enticing another soft moan from you. Before plunging into you, inch by agonisingly blissful inch into your awaiting, inviting hole. Holding your hips in place with a bruising grip. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust to the stretch, enticing a nod from you to continue, before thrusting into your creamy wet cunt, at a merciless pace. Eddie’s cock hitting your g-spot on every thrust, the fire began to rapidly engulf your senses again, ripping through in your muscles.

“You gonna cum again, Baby?” Eddie cooed. “Hhmmmm” you hummed, losing yourself in his lustful gaze. “Yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock, I wanna feel you let go, wanna watch you come undone for Daddy” Eddie encouraged. Incoherent sounds of pleasure echoing came from you, echoing on the van walls bouncing into the night sky. After a few more thrusts, you came again, shuddering, drenching the crotch of Eddie’s pants and boxers. “Dadddyyy, I’m cumming” you whined, your legs going weak under you, causing you to fall forward, as your limbs gave way, chest now pressed down on the van floor.

Flipping you onto your back, Eddie entered you again, pushing your knees into your chest. Eddie looked down where you connected, eyes lighting up with hunger, throwing his head back, throaty moans echoing into the darkness. Eddie’s Large hands gripped your outer thighs for leverage, clenching fingers bruising your opulent doughy skin. Your legs wrapped round Eddie’s slim waist, ankles crossed, heels digging in his lower back, locking him in. Pushing him even further forward with every grunting thrust, deeper and deeper into your greedy cunt. “Fffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk” Eddie groaned, throwing his head forward, hair falling forward framing his pretty face. Your pulsating walls squelching devouring his throbbing cock.

Your eyes slammed shut as you tried to stay conscious as the intensity built again between your legs. Eddie’s cock and piercing caressing your g-spot on every impaling rut. Eddie’s thumb finding your painfully overstimulated clit. Relentlessly rubbing figures of eight into the sticky, warm flesh. “Open your eyes Princess, I wanna see your pretty face when you come undone on my cock” Eddie muttered between thrusts “best sound in the world, better than any symphony baby, better than Metallica, better than Dio, Even better than Sabbath. One day, I’m gonna record you and I’ma put it on a song and then the whole world can hear your beautiful sounds. Hear how needy you are for my cock, for your Daddy’s cock” Eddie mumbled to himself, pussy drunk.

“Uh-huh” is all you could manage in response as the coil tightened again, your walls clenching violently against Eddie’s unyielding cock. “Hold it for Daddy, I’m…real…close baby” Eddie panted out between breaths. Eddie’s thrust quickly became irregular and sloppy; you could tell he wasn’t lying. After a few more minutes, your walls were gripping him impossibly tight, choking Eddie’s cock from the inside. You could hardly hold it any longer, vision blacking out and body going numb, head swimming in euphoria.

You heard Eddie’s voice in your muggy mind. “Cum now Princess, cum for Daddy!” Letting all your stiffened muscles instantly relax, releasing all tension from your physique. You squirted, cum gushing out your soaked hole, dribbling down Eddie’s persistent spearing cock. Upon feeling your pulsating walls, rippling along the length of his cock, Eddie instantly came too. White washing your throbbing walls with his seed, your soft, warm, wet cunt milking every drop of cum out of his softening cock.

Falling forward into your chest, Eddie pulled himself out of your abused hole, causing you both to wince as the loss of contact. Dizzy love drunk smiles painted your faces. Eddie lay listening to the rhythmic beat of your heart in the comfortable silence, as you floated back to earth. “You okay there, Champ?” you chuckled as you ran your nails through Eddie’s hair, tenderly massaging his scalp with your nibble fingertips. Eddie nodded and turned to place his chin between your breasts, resting over your bunched up shirt. Breath still taken out of your lungs. High crashing and the cold air getting the better of you. You both slid back into the back of the van, Eddie closing the doors as he crawled in. Shuffling back he sat back against the seats, tucking himself back inside his damp boxers. Tapping his chest, inviting you in to cuddle, before passing you a t-shirt from the van to clean off with and a fresh bottle of water.

Wiping between your thighs you hissed from the sensitivity and joined Eddie at the back of the van. Taking a few big gulps of the refreshing water, you offered it to Eddie who did the same. Laying your head on Eddie’s chest you listened to his pounding heartbeat, decreasing in pace as he came down. A comfortable silence fell throughout the van, peaceful after the fucking you just had.

“I fucking love you Bunnie” broke the silence. You glanced up into Eddie adoring eyes, cheeks flushed with love. Smile from ear to ear. “I love you too, Eds” you smiled back. “No, I really love you, like really, really love you. You’re beautiful Bunnie, fucking beautiful in every way” Eddie said back. You kissed his lips again, this time endearingly. “You’re beautiful too, Eds, and I really, really, really love you too”.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, right?” Eddie asked suddenly. “Yeah Ed’s” you said back confused at the strange timing of the question, “Good, I gotta get you a ring, I remember me saying something about making an honest woman outta ya, if I saw you in a cheerleading outfit…I guess Nevada isn’t that far of a drive for a weekend, right…?” he cackled obnoxiously loud. “Eddie, are you asking me to marry you?” you whispered back meekly, shyness creeping over your face. “Yeah…yeah I guess I am” Eddie smiled, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Eddie, its fucking miles” you sighed smiling. “Get me a ring first and get down on one knee and we’ll talk.” Eddie beamed with joy, “You’re gonna make me the happiest man alive Princess, when you say Yes. You even gonna let me pump a few babies in ya? Let me watch you grow all big and swollen, carrying my hellspawn. You’ll look so fucking pretty. Have a few mini Munsons running around causing havoc”.

“Don’t be putting me down for six nuggets there, Harrington!” you chortled, love drunk on Eddie’s ambitions of your family together, “But sure I’d love that Munson. Me, you and some mini Munsons running around…But first let’s get back in there, I think you owe Vickie, Robin and Nancy a drink as a thank you. And I know Dustin is just dying to talk nerdy to you, compare D&D notes, he’s built a new character you know… something about a Paladin he said”. Eddie grinned as he pulled you tighter into a breathtaking hug, tucking you into his side. Resting his chin on your head ignoring the last part, “Wait! You mean Robin, Vickie & Nance were all in on this as well? You women are a devious breed” he chuckled “all plotting together against my demise!” And Dustin calls me weekly to discuss his latest campaign so I’m up to date with the D&D updates!”

Shifting in your seat you pull your shirt back down, push your tits in and bra back up, adjusting your costume to make yourself semi decent again (well as much you could be lacking your bottoms). “Plus you owe me a beer for wearing this” you counted back, laughing pointing down at your now dishevelled outfit. “What the wife wants, the wife gets!” Eddie shouted, stuffing himself back onto his pants and retying the leather thong, before butt shuffling to open the back doors. “Eddieeeee, can you grab me my shorts please, it’s fucking freezing out there!” you shouted after him, as you crawled towards the edge.

Eddie appeared moments later around the corner of the door, your tiny shorts dangling from his index finger. “Hand them over Munson!” you pleaded, as you sat on your knees, arms folded, hiking your breasts up under your chin, bottom lip sticking out like an upset toddler. “Come get ‘em” Eddie smirked cruelly, turning heel darting back inside. Eye rolling you scrambled to the back bumper exiting the van, slamming the doors shut.

A biting breeze brushed under your wickedly minuscule skirt, passed your soaked folds and moist, sticky thighs, causing you to shudder. You began to run, back to the door Eddie had left open in his haste earlier. The fabric kicked up with the movement of your soft thighs revealing all as you chased after Eddie, your panties now stuffed in his back pocket. “Give them back Edward Munson!” you bellowed, running through the door after him as he disappeared into the crowd. Gareth, Jeff and Kevin howling, sharing a knowing glance as they caught a glimpse of your ample buttocks, no panties in sight as you dashed past.

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crowwritesaway · 2 months

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Yandere Male Idol x Female Idol Reader Pt.2

“What’s that look on your face, Y/N?” He asked, hating that look on your face. You were smiling at a fan. This person in particular was someone you met before. Nothing felt more right than when you talked with him. It was as if only you and him existed. Nothing else mattered.

You looked away. “What look?” He laughed, shaking his head. “You rarely show that look. It’s that look you give when you desire something. Almost as if you’re in love. But, that’s not it, right? My Y/N wouldn’t jeopardize her career for a mere relationship.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m past losing my fans. Our fans are better than that.” You bit your lip. This feeling is going to eat me alive. “So it isn’t desire.” You thought about it. “Yes. I mean no.” You said, startling him.

He tapped his fingers on the table. He discreetly glanced over at the guy that was staring at you. What’s so good about him? And who does he think he is staring at my Y/N?

“Hmm…” He didn’t insist on the matter. He knew you wouldn’t tell him the truth. It’s okay. I’ll find out myself. This little moment ends today.

“Just lay back on your seat.” You crossed your arms. Aside from the turbulence, all these unnecessary questions were making you anxious. “Fine.” He leaned back into his seat. He pouted and looked away.

You closed your eyes and held back a groan. You opened them and glanced at Eli. He was slouching in his seat. He was just curious. You leaned over and scuffled his hair before moving away. He smiled but remained silent. He wanted to see how far you would go to comfort him and at the same time, show that guy who belonged in your heart and mind.

You looked at Eli. I guess I upset him. “Eli, don’t look out the window. You’ll get sick again.” He shrugged his shoulders. Seriously.

He melted inside. She knows me too well. If we aren’t meant to be then she would leave me to suffer alone. Oh my Y/N. My heart. My love. Perhaps, I’ll announce our relationship in our next concert. He bit his lip. Yeah, that’ll work in scaring off anyone who wants my Y/N.

“You can cuddle into my shoulder if you want.” You mumbled, poking his dimple. He hummed. “But if you don’t want to then I guess I’ll just move over to the other seat so I won’t bother you.” You unlocked your seat belt. The second he heard the sound, he rushed and pulled you in his direction. He quickly secured your belt and cuddled into your side.

You looked at him with wide eyes. He wrapped his arm around your arm and laid his head on your shoulder. Our leader was right, he does have a tendency to cling onto me.

No one is going to take her from me. He grinned. A plan occurred to him. You both were shipped by your fandom and were considered on to the biggest shipping among idols. Maybe a scandal…a rumor can bring us together. He closed his eyes with a final thought. The second you both walked through the airport, he would insinuate that there was something going on between you two.

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dolliestfairy · 11 months

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏. ݁٬ ࣪ ، ָ࣪ .🌹 ، ₊ ˖ ་ ݁

yandere Majestic boy Israfel obsessed with chubby!fem!reader <3

Author Note ཐིiཋྀ : This is My Original character Israfel Astaroth. i've been thinking about making my own yandere oc from a long time ago but i always found myself being nervous, and now i decided to. the dark theme will be using for my yandere masterlist also btw hehe ;).

🦇 Original Character Short Introduction :

Full Name : Israfel Rose Astaroth. Age : 26. He loves Vampire Gothic Style. If you want to know what he looks like, he looks like the thumbnail in the middle man. thats how i potrait him to look like. Love Interest : You.

🦇 Warning : Doxxing, his crazy fans hired a hitman to kill you, Massacre, obsessiveness, Unhealthy behavior, blood, this called yandere for a reason, i've warned you. this is a Yandere Fiction. Reader skin color is not announced. just him being crazy that he slaughtered his fans for you. and maybe some misspelled word. lmk if i miss anything.

• Israfel is a Majestic boy who is a Sucker for his chubby!fem!reader. everyone is a sucker for him, but him? he's a sucker for you. like real real, motherfucking sucker.

• would die for you. and killed for you too. dont mess with his girlfriend or they'll be dead in just a few days.

• i mean come on.. this guy has reputation and power, not to mention Israfel is a Clever guy too, but when he's with you? he's like a little boy with his favorite pillow he doesnt want to share with.

• he has TONS of fangirls and fanboys, he always come in a model poster, he always get the image of a perfection, but when people find out who is the person that have been there for him behind the stages, and how they look like, they're feeling really execrate.

• some people start doxxing you, and share your internal information, makes you feel scared and ashamed, some of them even send a hitman to kill you.

• when israfel find out how people treat his darling, he's on full rage. this is the time where the beautiful and blessed rose show its poisonous thorns.

• when i said 'thorns' he really become a character development. from a Big Star Model to a motherfucking Serial Killer. he'd kill his fans, and mostly, those bastard that doxx your information and those cheap hitman.

• after he slaughter them all, he's going to you, you were all scared and begging for mercy. but israfel just laugh, his bloody hand grab your cheeks gently, and his lips kisses your forehead. "its okay. no one will hurt you again."

• he hugged you with his body that is covered in blood, while you see a piled of dead bodies behind him, rotting.

• just like half of him now. for sure the rose petals now are already withered. but his poisonous thorns will always be strong, for you. to protect you. his walking snuggle ball <3

🌹 ּ ᮫ ˵ ִ ۪۫ ☾ "just dont leave me okay? you know you meant a lot to me. say to me who dared to look down on you and i'll slit their throat open, just for you <3."

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It's not a never.

Pairings: Eddie x fem!best friend Plus size reader

A/N: Happy Sunday loves. Here I present the final part in this series. It's a bit steamy if you ask me. So ready your naughty bits. As always thanks for reading. Please feel free to share and comment your thoughts. It really gives me a boost of dopamine that I crave. So anything is awesome. Kay love ya. Byyyyyeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A huge thank you and credit to the original posters and artists.

Word count: 3,824

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Angst, language, sexual implications, sexual situations, p&v, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex and mentions of alcohol use. Not proof read

Part 4: Right now

Summary: Time goes by. But feelings still remain.

The farewell was in fact unbearable. It hurt Eddie like hell. But what hurt the most was a year after. College life became hectic for you. Which caused letters and phone calls to lessen.

Then the guys got a big break. It was a small record label with very little rapport. But it was one he had a good feeling about. They made a deal for one full album and a few shows to promote it.

It was a very busy year that turned into two. Then three.

Before any of them knew it, they were playing sold out shows.

Things were working out. His dreams were coming true. But he never forgot about that girl with the sweet little smile. Though it has been some time since he saw it. He was fortunate enough to see it again one summer night in that third year.

The band was performing at one of their favorite places one hot night. They loved it because it was on a rooftop. Where they could see most of the city.

Tonight though, Eddie could only focus on the pretty girl with the small smile he almost forgot if it weren't for the prom picture he kept in his wallet.

The second the set was over, he jumped off the stage and ran to you. Obviously dodging the groupies and fans asking for autographs.

You yelped when he embraced you. Surprised when he picked you up a little.

“ Oh shit! I can't believe this!” He said when he planted you back down.

You giggled. “Hi Eddie.”

He leaned back a little and grinned like crazy. “ When did-” He was cut off by the rest of his buddies.

He took a few steps back to let everyone have their turn with you. To be honest he needed the minute to get over the shock of seeing you.

One thing led to another and you guys went out for drinks then ended up back at their apartment.

The whole night you guys were hanging off each other. Loving glances were shared and every word you said sounded like a love spell to him. And that didn't end when it was just you two.

Everyone else went to bed and he wasn't tired at all. So why end the night? Who knows when he was gonna see you again.

“ Ehem. So Eddie?” You said, putting your half empty glass on the coffee table. “ How many times do I have to squeeze your thigh to get you to kiss me?”

He laughed nervously.

You gave him a sexy sly grin. “ Common I've been flirting with you all night.”

He cleared his throat and smirked while you moved closer to him. It was true. You were flirting. He was too. And he shouldn't have.

You reached up to move his bangs to the side. After you rested your hand much closer to his genitals.

He quickly put a hand on yours. Just in case you decided to touch him further. “ Ummm…” he mumbled and met your beautiful eyes.

If things were different, he wouldn't question a damn thing and take you right here and now. Maybe even on the floor and the kitchen counter. Definitely fuck you in the shower and again on his bed. But he couldn't.

He exhaled. “ I'm kinda seeing someone.”

You practically jumped back. Pulling your hand away in the process. He could see how red you were getting from embarrassment.

“ Crap! Ed- I'm…uhhhh I'm sorry. I should go.”

You stood up and without thinking he grabbed your arm and stood up too.

“ No! I mean. Please don't go.”

You looked at him and shook your head. “ No I should. I've embarrassed myself enough for a lifetime.”

You tried to go but he gently pulled you back and cupped the sides of your face.

“ Common kid. Don't be embarrassed. I was flirting too.” He hung his head a little. “ I shouldn't have but…it's you.”

He felt your warm soft hands on his. Making him meet your eyes.

“ Eddie I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come and -”

“ No. You did nothing wrong. It was me. I should've said I was seeing someone sooner…but seriously, don't go. I-I've missed you…So fuckin much.”

You bit your lip and nodded. “ Okay. But you have to sit on the other side of the couch.”

He dropped his hands and held onto yours. “ Yeah, or I'm gonna have to make a phone call and become single.”

Your eyes widened. “ I'm flattered, but probably don't do that.”

You both grinned at one another before returning to the couch. Talking until the sun came up.

For Eddie it was heartbreaking saying goodbye to you that next morning. You were still that funny, sweet, affectionate girl from highschool. You were still the person he could talk to for hours without a care in the world. And he remembered the love that he still had for you.

What he learned last night was that you were so busy with school that you didn't have time to date. He also found out that college was much harder than you thought it was gonna be. So hard that you changed your major twice.

Eventually, you found something you really saw yourself doing. Career wise that is. And he was happy for you. Just like how you were happy for him and the guys.

Still, there was still something between you two. Something he wished he could explore. Something that just flowed with you. It was as if you guys picked up from where you left off.

It irked him. It bothered him so much that he actually opened up to his girlfriend about it.

At first she was quiet, then she got pissed. Eventually, she calmed down and broke up with him. And to be honest it didn't really affect him that much. Sure he liked her. She was fun to be around. But after talking to you, he realized he never had a decent conversation with her. It was just partying and sex mostly.

It wasn't her fault though. It was him. He never cared to open up to anyone besides his friends. Maybe it was because he thought no one would understand or get him. Get his quirks or quips. They probably wouldn't get his music tastes or like his nerdy side. Or maybe he didn't want anyone to. Perhaps it was because he still had hope for you. Hope that was instilled in him over the best pancakes in the world.

Either way it would be another 4 years until he would see you again.

…

Jeff was getting married. To Connie, in Hawkins. Everyone was invited and Eddie, Gareth and Grant were his groomsmen. They were all his best men cuz he couldn't choose one.

Which was such a grueling task. Helping with the wedding and planning a bachelor party took up a lot of time.

But besides all that, Eddie was looking forward to seeing one guest. One very important guest. The pretty girl he's been corresponding to for the past four years.

He got in touch after you left New York. And kept up contact. He didn't want to disconnect again. Lose you again.

Though nothing was ever said about getting together, he anticipated that after the wedding he was gonna leave with you. Finally getting to that right now you had mentioned seven years ago.

He was near the entrance of the church, saying his hellos with the rest of the wedding party when he saw you.

Everything around him seemed to slow down as you exited the car and fixed your royal blue dress. You looked around and smiled at the people you knew. Then you went to help your mom out of the car.

He absolutely could not look away. You were a knockout. Absolutely gorgeous.

What were the chances he could sneak you out of the party and make love somewhere? Maybe he could convince you to leave early.

He suddenly felt a jab in the ribs.

“ Ouch! What the fu-” he groaned as he looked at Gareth who was nodding towards Jeff's grandma. “ Oh right!” He uttered, holding out his elbow for her. “ Hello there young lady, I am to escort you to your VIP spot.”

She hit him with an ohh you and took his arm. He looked back to see if he could catch your eye. But it wasn't until the ceremony that he did.

With a big smile you lifted your hand. Giving him a little wave. He smirked and looked down. Continuing down the aisle.

Damn! He thought. He really wanted you to be a part of the wedding party.

Originally you were, but you had just started a new job and couldn't get away for rehearsals or any planning. So you opted to only be a guest. Which sucked for him because now he had to look at the happy couple instead of staring at you.

Once he got to the altar he met your gaze again. He knew he must look crazy grinning the way he was. But he didn't care. The girl he was in love with was in the same town, at the same place he was. And he was gonna make sure he left with you.

The vows and I do’s were said and the pastor gave the bride and groom the go ahead for a kiss.

Eddie looked over at you and you had tears of joy falling from your eyes. He pulled out his handkerchief and took a few steps towards you. Asking for the person sitting in front of you to hand it off.

You blushed and wiped the tears away while he went back to his spot. Gareth nudged him, but he didn't care. He had to make sure you were good.

At this point he would do anything for you. He would give anything to be with you. He'd say anything and everything he could just to see you smile. And for a second he pictured what his life would be like with you.

Applause broke out and he clapped along as Jeff and Connie walked back down the aisle together. Once they were at the end, the guys and bridesmaids followed.

He looked at you again and you were talking to your dad. However, you met his eyes as he passed and mouthed a thank you.

He nodded and planned on circling back around so that he could get to you. Unfortunately, he had to go in the limo as soon as they walked out.

Apparently word mysteriously got out that Jeff was getting married. So there were paparazzi and a handful of fans waiting outside the chapel.

It was a good thing that they had security on standby just in case this happened.

Everyone was escorted into the car and rushed off.

Jeff was pissed but Connie calmed him down. Saying that to not let it ruin their day.

Eddie smiled to himself. He was happy for his friend. Jeff had found the girl he was meant to be with. Even with the band getting bigger and the crazy schedules. One of his best friends got to spend the rest of his life with someone who calmed him. Who accepted him for all that he is and truly made him happy.

Eddie was a little envious of it. Still, he was completely overjoyed for his buddy.

He wanted that. More than anything, he wanted you. So it was his prerogative to be with you.

Everyone had to show their invitations to get into the dance hall. But once in, the music was going and drinks were being served.

Eddie waited patiently by the door. Nearly jumping up and down. Excited to finally get to talk to you.

While giving security your invitation you locked eyes with him and smiled from ear to ear.

You looked away for a second then followed your parents in.

He said hello to everyone as they made their way down the line to the newly Weds. Finally it was your dad's turn. They shook hands and your mom was next.

“ Why hello there, gorgeous. You are a vision.”

Victoria blushed and gave him a playful smack. “ Stop it.”

He laughed and gave her a hug.

At last, it was your turn.

“ Hi Eddie.”

He stood there with his lips together and an eyebrow raised. Giving you his flirtatious smile. “ Hi baby.”

You tilted your head to the side and raised both brows. “ Baby?”

He beamed at you and grabbed your hand. Pulling you closer to him. “ Yeah. You're my baby girl now.”

Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a long warm hug. Rocking you from side to side. Making you laugh.

Grant cleared his throat. “ Alright Munson, you're holding up the line.”

You pulled away but he didn't want to let you go. He gave your hand one last squeeze before releasing it. His eyes never left you as you finally made it down to Jeff and Connie.

He smiled as you took Connie's hand and twirled her around. Clearly admiring how beautiful she looked in her gown. Then you gave her hug. Moving on to the groom. He chuckled seeing you and Jeff do your nerdy handshake before hugging.

Afterwards, everyone sat down to eat. Eddie of course didn't want to sit with the rest of the party. Not while you were just a few feet away. He grabbed his plate and his beer and went to sit next to you.

“ Eddie…Connie's is gonna kill you.” You warned.

He looked up at the head table and saw Jeff and Connie just enamored with each other. Not really paying attention to anything or anyone else but each other for that matter.

He put a hand on the back of your chair and scooted closer. “ I don't think they care.”

He watched you as you glanced at your friends and smiled.

“ Awww I love them.”

He reached up and moved your hair behind your shoulder. Causing you to look at him. “ Want to get out of here?”

You jerked your head back. “ Dude! It's our best friend's wedding.”

As the night progressed you guys were practically inseparable. You danced, drank, and talked. It was as if nothing had changed between you two. He made you laugh and you made him nervous.

It felt right.

Even the approving nods he got from his friends and family assured him this was it. He could do this with you.

Your parents were about ready to leave a couple hours later and you along with them. What could he do to get you to stay?

“ I-I can get you a ride home later if you want.” He offered.

You shook your head. “ No, I have some work to do so I better get going.”

He frowned. “ But we hardly got to hang out.”

You looked down, clearly to him, trying to think of something. When he came up with something first.

“ I uhh I should probably try and find a hotel for tonight.”

You met his eyes with yours. “ Why?”

He nudged his head towards the door. Where there were paparazzi hanging out with cameras at the ready. “ I was gonna stay with my uncle, but I don't want those guys to bother him.”

“O-oh… ummm well you know my parents still have the pull out in the basement. I could...if you want, I could sneak you out? But what about everyone else?”

He shrugged. To hell with them for the night. “ They're adults, they can figure out something I'm sure.”

You softly laughed. “ Alright. How about you go out the service entrance and we’ll circle around for you?”

He smirked. “ Let's go.”

He was laying there in his boxers trying to figure out how to sneak past your parents room and get into your bedroom. Sure it was probably a stupid idea to try and have sex while your parents were across the hall. However he needed you. He craved your lips, and your warmth. He wanted your body next to his.

So he decided to grab something to drink, then see if your parents had gone to bed.

What he found was even better.

You were in the kitchen grabbing a Popsicle. Wearing nothing but a long shirt and tube socks.

When you turned around you jumped. “ Eddie!” You half whispered.

He grinned. “ Sorry baby. Was thirsty.”

He went for a glass to pour himself some tap water. Paying attention to your movements. You had gone to sit at the table and started sucking on the ice cream. All the while reading a manuscript.

He gulped down his drink and went to sit next to you. Pulling the chair as close to you as possible.

You did your best to ignore him and his advances. But the way he played with your hair made you shift closer to him.

You had gotten so overcome by his light touch on your thigh that you squeezed your legs shut. You then flipped the page you were working on and licked the Popsicle that was melting all over your hand. Some of the sweet syrup dripped down your chin. And before you could wipe it away he grabbed your hand with one arm and lightly held your chin between his index finger and thumb with the other. He then licked a fat strip from the underside of your chin up to your bottom lip.

He smirked to himself hearing your breath hitch. He had you right where he wanted.

He stood up and grabbed your hand. Stealing your sweet treat and finishing it off before leading you down to the basement. Of course locking the door behind you.

When he got you on the bed, he finally took that kiss he'd been dying for all day and everyday for the past seven years

Wet and needy. Tongues dancing together. Exploring tenaciously. With hands doing the same.

He started needing your breast and was surprised by something hard. Curious, he went under the shirt and felt two small metal balls on either side of your hardened nipple.

He groaned against your lips. “ Fuck baby. I like this.”

You laughed softly and whispered. “ I knew you would.”

He grinned while he played with your piercing. After a bit he kissed his way down your body until he reached your underwear. But instead of taking them off. He moved the damp cloth to the side and spread you a part.

He was addicted as soon as his tongue touched you. The sweet, sweet nectar that poured from you drove him mindless. But even more so feeling your hand get lost in his curls as the other covered your mouth. Trying to conceal your pleasure.

He stared up at you, enjoying your contorted face as he sucked and licked and swallowed like there was no tomorrow.

Then he added fingers. Doing a come hither motion. Wasn't long after that. Your body trembled as an orgasm hit. Your pussy throbbed around his fingers. Coating them generously with your wetness.

He waited patiently for you to come down before climbing back up your body and crashing his lips into yours. And when he did you sucked in his bottom lip. Causing him to push his hardened length against your soaked undergarments.

You pushed him up off of you and got on your knees before him. He watched in awe as you wrapped your hair up and freed his cock from its cotton prison.

You teased him at first. Giving his head little kitten licks and kisses. It was maddening. Feeling your slick tongue swirl around the tip before retreating back into your mouth.

“ Baby please!” He begged.

You looked up with darkened eyes and a less than angelic smile. “ Shhh. You have to be quiet.”

He pouted. Pleading you with his eyes.

Then you did it. You took the whole damn thing. Making him reach for the back of your head and lifting his hips to go deeper.

The hum in your throat had his eyes rolling back and toes curled until they hurt.

A few seconds passed by and he felt your throat close around him as you started to choke. He loosened his grip and let you back off.

He opened his eyes and focused on you. Watching you catch your breath before taking him in again. This time not so deep. Adding your hand into the mix.

It was fucking amazing. Every slurp, every gag, every teasing lick around his balls nearly had him cumming. Even more so when you forced him in every once every other stroke. Building up his confidence and his orgasm.

“ Sh-shit baby…got-gotta stop.”

You let him go with a small pop and had a concerned look in your eyes.“ Everything okay?”

He licked his lips and swallowed. “ Yeah. Fuckin perfect. Just don't wanna cum yet.”

He leaned forward and pulled you into a kiss while helping you up.

You stood before him and used his shoulders for balance as he peeled off your panties.

Once they were at your feet you kicked them off and straddled him. Slowly lowering yourself on his shaft.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut and his tip pushed through.

“ OH MY GOD!” He moaned.

Your warm tight pussy clinged to him. Hugging him like no other has before. Feeling you flutter around him as you rocked back and forth had him focusing on not cumming.

He buried his face in your bosom and concentrated on his target. That one special spot that made you cry out his name. That spot that not only drove you over the edge but made him see heaven.

Sure enough he found it. But at this angle he couldn't touch it as much and he wanted to.

So he wrapped his arms around you and held on tightly as he flipped you over on your back.

You giggled in the process and stole a kiss and he repositioned himself. When he looked at you, you were grinning up at him.

“ Oh Eddie. So serious.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and rammed himself in. Earning that yelp/ moan. He reached up to cover your mouth as he plowed into you.

“ This. Is. Serious.” He grunted.

Your eyes got lost in the back of your head as he thrusted hard and steady. Your moans turning into whimpers and sighs as he fucks you into the bed.

And within moments your body and his reacted to the immense pleasure.

The climax washed over you like a wave of ecstasy.

Once it passes, he rested his forehead on yours panting with you. Letting his hand fall away from your mouth.

“ I've missed you so much.” He whispered.

You nodded in agreement that he was also missed.

He kissed your forehead. “ I'll go find something to clean you up.”

He then pulled out slowly and put on his bottoms.

When he came back he had a warm washcloth with him. He gently cleaned between your legs then himself before pulling you to lay in his arms.

You had started tracing his tattoos. Making him smile.

That's when he found himself writing something on your arm.

‘Marry-me-yeah?’

You sighed lightly and snuggled closer to him. Tracing your answer on his chest.

‘Okay’

He raised his head to look at you. " Yeah?"

You nodded. " On one condition...You have to break the news to Grant."

Eddie threw his head back into the pillow and smacked his forehead. " Shit! He's gonna kill me."

You giggled. " Yup."

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