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meg the stallion headcannons
a/n - i’ve never written for Meg before so let’s see how this goes and these are just my personal thoughts on how i think she’d be in a relationship. hope yall enjoy 😊 im not sure if anyone has done headcannons for her either.
also this will probably be a mix of sfw and nsfw but honestly it’s mainly fluff.
divider - @firefly-graphics
tags - @oceean @beautybyfire @notapradagurl7 @onyxstones-world @blkgworlamplified
you’re her plus one for EVERYTHING , no matter if it’s a fashion show, basketball game , award show she always has you by her side.
she really loves having you around, even if it’s just to sit in complete silence, she’s satisfied as long as you’re there.
extremely clingy but you love it. she either has to be near you or touching you at all times tbh personal space doesn’t exist to her & if she’s away doing shows or photoshoots you’re on call with her all day long.
“ baby we are in the house you don’t need to hold my hand “ “ what if you like disappear?” you laughed at how serious she was “ you’re cute but baby i’m not going anywhere gimme kiss “
her lockscreen is of you and her on you guys first date, and it’s been her lockscreen for as long as y’all been together and she refuses to change it to anything else.
absolutely loves spending money on you, even though half the things she buys YOU DONT NEED.
definitely surprises you with vacations when she has a decent amount of time off from work. “ my love , pack maybe 2 weeks of clothes our flight leaves in about 5 hours “ “ GIRL WHAT ?” “ y/n we don’t have time for this pack up and let’s go “
gives you all the deets on new projects or songs she’s working on, so you always know all the words to her songs before they drop & gets all the new merch before anyone else
HUGS ? megan loves hugs, every chance she gets she’ll hug you. in the kitchen cooking ? she’ll hug you from behind and kiss your cheek. coming home from work ? she’ll run from wherever she is and jump on you. you’re her comfort person.
her favorite thing to do after a make out session is resting her forehead on yours and just stare into your eyes, she always says “ you have the most beautiful brown eyes i’ve ever seen, i get lost in them everytime “
now she knows when she’s pissed you off because you’ll give her the silent treatment, but that never lasts long , she does this pout and she KNOWS that’s your weakness so the moment you look up at her face , your face instantly softens.
megan loves when u have rough day at work because she thinks it’s so cute to find you knocked out on the couch, that means she gets to carry you to bed , slip on your pajamas and bonnet and tuck you in then leave a goodnight kiss on your forehead.
her favorite names to call you are :
“ babyyyyyyyyy “
“ my loveeeeee “
“ beautifullllllll”
“ princessssss”
wifeyyyy “
She cares about you very deeply & does not play about you. The day she dropped a hard launch photo dump on instagram the hate you got was horrible. It wasn’t even coming from her fans it was other people & Megan always reassured you :
“ Dont listen to them. You’re the most special person in my life, someone i hold very dear to my heart. Those people don’t know you, they don’t know how amazing and wonderful you are. They don’t know about the love we have & fuck them !!! You my baby and that’s all that matters.
she knows how to fluster you out in public and every single time you fold.
she’ll walk up behind you while you’re mingling with friends and whispers things in your ear like “ i can’t wait till we get home “ “ you look so good i could eat you out right now “ “ we should have another round of last night “ & once megan walks away you have about 5 minutes to say your goodbyes and hop in the car
now meg may be the dominant one but she LOVES when you put her in her place. she loves when you take control
she’s a B R A T . a brat to the T ! and it’s you’re fault because you spoil the fuck outta her. so once she hears that word “ no “ it’s a wrap first she’ll catch an attitude then she stops talking to you & lastly she goes and hides in your shared bedroom until you change your mind
“ baby please let me in “ silence “ pleaseeee ill give you a kiss “ silence “ “ fine , ill buy you that chanel bag despite you having it already in every single color “ you listen as the door unlocks and she’s just there cheesin like a kid on Christmas “ thank you baby “
big baby at heart.
loves when you tell her she’s pretty in between kisses . she starts blushing then hides her face
one of her favorite memories with you is when she had a really bad day at work so you surprised her by setting up a fort with all her favorite snacks and drinks and ordered in from her favorite restaurant and binge watched all her favorite anime
A HOODIE STEALER ! especially when she travels for work all your hoodies seem to go missing.
loves that you let her be outside and enjoy her time with friends because at the end of the day she’s coming home to you. everyone thinks you should have a problem with her twerking when in reality she’s been doing it long before yall got together and it’s her favorite thing to do so why have her stop.
little does she know you already have a ring picked out for her and can’t wait till the day to make her your wife.
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Some of my favorite Vox animatics and parodies so far
because why not?
A few Christian Borle moments with Vox by onyx_superbia
Alastor vs Vox: Megamind fan animatic by sashka
Alastor's attention by @lucdoodle
Dentist! 🎵by @rgokfire
Don't say yes until I finish talking! 🎵 by I.V.Y
Everyone hates Vox parody by Tomotasauce (Vox & The Vees)
H.Y.C.Y.BH 🎵 (Vox & everyone) by hailspideysevil and raso4
Horny Angry Tango 🎵 (Vox/Alastor) by ratcuaxhe
How Vox handles a breakup by Ozcollo
I awoke and I knew who I was by @1spooky2me
Masochism Tango 🎵 (Vox/Alastor) by una_chamba_es_vital
Meant to Be Yours (Heathers) 🎵 (Vox -> Alastor) by M. Shiro
Obsessed with you 🎵(Vox -> Alastor) by @lucdoodle
Passing On (do you think you can outrun the world?) (Vox & Alastor) by cinnamon
Power Glove (Knife Party) 🎵 by Jinz Neolight
sir pentious getting the watch in ep 2: by bublgumxds
Shiny 🎵(Vox & Charlie) by spoonyspine
Soccer dad Vox by @meteorito618
Stayed Gone but you're the other Vees by RIPFunkyboy
That's a Weird Cat!! by @honiaoma
The Bidding 🎵(staticmoth) by I.V.Y
The Pitiful Children 🎵 (Vox -> Alastor) by ratcuaxhe
Two Birds on a Wire 🎵(Vox -> Alastor) by i.v.y
Valentino 🎵 (Val/Angel, VoxVal) (mind the warnings!!) by Raphielle II
Valentino texts Vox 🎵(Mixed messages) by @lucdoodle
Vox after he learned Alastor was back (Mean Girls) by I.V.Y
Vox and Val's Twitter argument parody by cjdoesva
Vox is Lord Business by Ozcollo
Vox Kills Alastor (The Vees + Alastor) by Ringo Dingo
Vox's greatest enemy by Tomotasauce
Vox's presentation (Vox & The Vees) by Prim
Vox's Rejection by @honiaoma
Vox vs the IRS by Ozcollo
Voxtek Ad (Gravity Falls) by spoonyspine
Welcome to the Vox Era by ozcollo
Well That Backfired (Vox & Sir Pentious vs Alastor) by @cynthesia_07
What if they got along? (Alastor & Vox as friends) by @cynthesia_07
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#the vees#voxval#radiostatic#one sided radiostatic#hazbin hotel velvette#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel valentino#liu's recs#staticmoth
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Vee and Hunter had not started off on a very good foot.
He had recognized her immediately and done his best to avoid her. She had pretended that she didn't know who he was and that had been just fine with him. They had spent weeks like that, tip-toeing around the truth like it didn't exist, until one of them had finally flinched.
Fanart for the always incredible @polyhexian's fic Empty Water Heater!
#the owl house#the owl house fanart#the owl house hunter#toh hunter#hunter noceda#the owl house vee#vee noceda#fic recs#seriously this one is so sweet#changed my freakin brain chemistry#I really love stories that dig into the relationship between these two#this is a top favorite#do yourself a favor and check it out!!!#emotional and heartfelt and bitter and comforting#nate you beautiful bastard you never miss#ash art#adorable siblings forever
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Velvette: This is my boyfriend Vox
Velvette: And this is Vox’s boyfriend Val
Charlie: I’m sorry, how does that work?
Velvette: *sighs* Vox is gay but he’s straight for me, but he’s gay for Val, and Val is really gay for Vox. And I hate Val
Vox: It’s really not that complicated
Val: Yea keep up
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel incorrect quotes#hazbin hotel velvette#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel valentino#the vees#Hazbin hotel the vees#is their ship name the vees?#original: parks and rec#hazbin hotel charlie#charlie morningstar#charlie magne#poly vees
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do you have any joel miller fic recs?
so i only just started having time to really read now that my schedule has opened up slightly, i want to make a fic rec list once i get semi caught up but most recent fics that I have read can be found under the tag vee’s recs (they aren’t all just Joel tho) and I also have a few of them on my list which you can find under tbr shelf
but until I can get a proper post going, here are some fics that i have enjoyed in the past and that live rent free in my brain
Soft & Sweet, Neon Moon, and Burlesque by @cavillscurls (all her work is great though so go snoop that masterlist)
Ghost of You by @thetriumphantpanda (also has a ton of great work, once again, go snoop that masterlist)
In My Hometown by @swiftispunk (if i remember correctly a little bird aka han teased on she might be working on something related to this universe so it’s been on my mind)
Honeyed by @softlyspector (I need to catch up on all parts, but the first one had me head over heels)
bloodshed, crimson clover by @morning-star-joy (this was an amazing story, you’ll blow through all 12.1k so fast you’ll be like wait it’s over?!)
one more cup of coffee by @cupofjoel (also a masterlist worth snooping tbh this piece is so beautiful and if your favorite color isn’t brown, it will be after you read this)
Seams by @fuckyeahdindjarin (this series can cheer you up no matter what, i am willing to bet my life on that)
June by @atinylittlepain (i advise that you read this with a box of tissues in hand)
so these are just a few of the fics that i have read before and think about often, again, i want to make an effort into making either a fic rec post or doing some kind of weekly or monthly recap like so many of my mutuals do, so hopefully i can figure that out soon. 🤍
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hii!!! hope your ok? could you write something about mom!emily and daughter!reader where reader gets pregnant(like teen pregnancy) and emily is just comforting her and helping her through it? - feel free to ignore if your not comfortable writing this!! ◡̈
hii!! i loved this request, thank you so so much! here’s the story - let me know what you think /nf
i hope you liked it !!
her smile
tw: teen pregnancy
fluff, family
2.5k words
The test in your hand shook. What the fuck were you meant to do now? This wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t part of the plan. It was a silly one time thing, the condom broke, the chances - and you’d defied them all. You were seventeen, far too young for a child. You couldn’t raise a child. And god, what would your mum think?
You spent the night curled up in bed, holding your stuffed bear to your chest. Your legs were pulled up too, hiding your stomach from the world. You had a baby in there- you had to protect it at all costs. You were going to tell the dad first, thankfully you knew who it was. It wasn’t a serious thing but it wasn’t exactly a toxic thing either and you were thankful about that. You wanted to make sure he knew and he was involved every step of the way. The one thing, even only hours after finding out, you were sure of - is that you’d never get rid of your baby.
The next morning, you woke up to the smell of fresh waffles being cooked. Mum was home. Jumping out of bed, you pulled on shorts and your mums FBI jumper and headed downstairs. She’d been on a case and you’d missed her. She heard you run down the stairs and opened her arms in preparation for the hug. You wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her hips. She laughed, her deep belly laugh and help you tight.
“Hi my darling,” she said.
“Hi mum, I missed you,” you replied, dropping your feet but staying in her arms.
“I missed you too.” She replied. You stayed like that for a few moments, soaking it up. You don’t really know what happened, or why but you began to cry. She held you tighter, not saying a word.
“One second baby,” she whispered, as you began to smell the burning waffles. She tapped your back and you let go. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes on your sleeve.
Emily turned around with burnt waffles on a plate but still put ice cream on them. You laughed.
“Mum, you can’t eat them if they’re burnt,” you said.
“I’m not wasting them,” she replied. “These are special waffles I got from the city.”
You smiled, at her smile, and lifted yourself up onto the counter. You asked her about the case and she told you what she could. You loved hearing about her work. It was something you really wanted to do.
Your hand rubbed at your stomach, thinking of the peanut in there. You looked at your mum and thought about how you wanted the baby to be just like her - to have her smile, her laugh, her light hearted attitude. She paused, looking at you with a whimsical smile.
“What are you looking at?” she asked softly.
“Just you,” you smiled back. “I love you, mum.”
“I love you too baby,” she whispered, leaning over and kissing your cheek. “Now come eat these New York waffles.”
You spent the entire day watching movies with your mum. Curled up in her bed with her blankets and hoodie. You cuddled into her closely.
“Oh babe,” she whispered, picking up her phone.
“A case?” you sighed, looking up at her with puppy eyes.
“Yeah, love,” she hugged you tight and let you go. You blinked back the tears, trying not to show how disappointed you were.
Hours later, your mum was gone and the dad to your new baby was sitting in your kitchen. You were stalling.
“Y/n, just tell me what’s going on. I’ve been here forty five minutes now and you still haven’t got to the point-”
You sighed and slid into the seat next to him.
“I don’t want you to freaak out. No one else knows but I want you to know that I’ve made a decision and you can either decide to be here for me or not-” you began. His face twisted, almost as if he knew already. His eyes jumped down to your stomach and then back up again. Your hand moved to rest there, protecting your baby already.
“You’re not-”
“I found out yesterday,” you replied, eyes down.
“Have you confirmed it with doctors?” His voice was surprisingly calm, almost as if he was prepared.
“Not yet. I’ve only done one test,” you said. You carried on before he could speak, “but, the signs are all there. That’s why I did a test in the first place.”
“Let’s go to the store and double check and then we can book you a doctors appointment,” he said. He stood up from the chair and went to grab his jacket but you grabbed his wrist.
“Wait,” you whispered. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
He sat back down quietly and cleared his throat. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You weren’t with this guy, not seriously and this could end so badly. You knew it. He turned in his chair and took hold of your shaking, clammy hands.
“Y/N,” he began. Tears welled in your eyes. “Whatever happens, pregnant or not- I’ve had feelings for a while. It began when we started that project together and then the sex and - look I’ve been meaning to tell you. I won’t lie I hoped that was why you called me over,” he said softly. You were shocked. You didn’t know he was attached.
“What about the other girls?” you asked, referring to the other girls you thought he was sleeping with.
“There aren’t any other girls. Not anymore. I know the lads joke about it - it’s funny to them. But since I realised how much I like you… I dropped them all.”
“All of them?” you were skeptical. His lads did joke, a lot. This guy was the man slag of the school - the one who slept with everyone and he had feelings for you??
“All of them. I promise. I even deleted their numbers, the lot. I only speak to my friends and the occasional girl in my class when needed. I’m serious about you,” he paused and looked at your belly. “And the baby.”
“You want to keep it?” You questioned, almost choking on the question. His eyes went wide – assuming you didn’t from your response.
“I’ll respect anything you chose-” He spluttered. “I just, it’s mine too and that’s important to me.”
“We’re still so young,” you sighed, lowering your eyes.
“We are.” he grabbed your chin and lifted up your head gently so you were looking at him. “But let’s triple confirm the pregnancy and then we can worry then, okay?”
You nodded in agreement and slowly leaned in to kiss him. His soft tone, his gentle eyes and entire person was so comforting to you. You couldn’t help it.
It was triple confirmed. As a pair, working on making things official, you had decided to keep the baby. You knew it would break you trying to abort and with a dad who was interested, genuinely invested even, you knew the baby would be okay. You just had to tell Emily.
She’d texted you to tell you she was about an hour away from home and you began making her dinner. It was her favourite. Deep down, you knew your mum would support you no matter what but the anxiety of the reaction was insane. Your palms were sweaty, you struggled to catch your breath and you couldn’t focus on the cooking at all.
Somehow, you still managed to patch something together in time for her arrival home. She walked through the front door, replaced her heels with slippers and entered the kitchen with a wide smile on her face.
“Oh this is lovely!” she praised, seeing her favourite on the side.
“Sit down mum, I’ll get you some wine,” you replied, unable to make eyecontact. As a profiler, that gave it all away. She smiled and held up her wine glass regardless then set it down, clearing her throat.
“So my angel cake,” she said softly, addressing you in a way that made you more worried - “you’ve either been suspended, done drugs or get pregnant. What’s going on?”
You knew she was joking. She said it as a joke - a common joke parents make: ‘Oh, you’ve come to tell me your pregnant’. But it wasn’t a joke, suddenly it was real life and you were ready to throw up.
Exiting the kitchen at high speed, you crashed into the downstairs bathroom. Emily was quick to drop behind you. She held back your hair and rubbed your back and then sighed. She sat behind you, flushed the toilet and then closed the seat. She stayed close to you and your head rested on the toilet in shame. She knew, no doubt about it, she knew.
“It’s ironic when a mother’s joke becomes truth, isn’t it?” she sighed quietly. Her head rested on the door frame and her eyes ran over you. She rubbed yoru back, sighing a little more and then grabbed your hand.
“Talk to me,” she encouraged. “Tell me.”
“The condom broke,” you suddenly sobbed. “I didn’t do it on purpose and I swear it was an accident-” Emily moved and took you into her arms completely. YOu clung to your mum as if you were four years old again, letting every emotion come out. The anxiety about telling her, the anxiety about the baby. The idea of even having a baby. A new relationship you didn’t know if you were ready for. The fact you were going to be a mum. The way you were only seventeen. The tears ripped through your body but Emily held you the entire time. She didn’t let go, not once.
“I was 15 when I first got pregnant,” Emily said softly, handing you a cup of tea. “
“What?” You replied, eyes wide. Your jaw dropped. Emily smiled at the reaction. “Fifteen?”
“Fifteen.” She took a deep breath before explaining. “I lived in Rome at the time, with my mum who was working hard. I had sex with boys to fit in, being a teenager is hard, I understand that more than you know. Anyway, church and religion was a big thing. My priest said that if I abort the baby, I’m not welcome back into the church. Obviously, I was fifteen, still at school - my mum couldn’t know. I had no other choice. I ended up aborting the baby but my friends helped me back into the church-” she explained. You listened intently.
“Does it make you sad?” you asked.
“What?”
“That you didn’t keep the baby?”
“All the time. I’ll grieve for the baby for as long as I’m alive but I know I made the right choice. My body was still so young, I don’t think it would have even managed to keep a baby safe, as well as me. And then the external factors - plus,” she smiled and grabbed your hand. “If I had kept the baby, I probably never would have had you.” You blushed and lowered your head.
“Are you ashamed?” You whispered.
“I’ll never be ashamed of what I did to fit -”
“No mum,” you interrupted. “Are you ashamed of me?” You saw her heart break through her eyes and she shook her head so adamantly.
“I would never, ever be ashamed of you. Y/N I am so proud of you.”
“Proud for getting knocked up at 17?” you scoffed.
“Hey, no.” she shook her head again. “You don’t talk about yourself or my grandchild like that. Ever. What happened, happened. As you said, it was an accident. Sweetheaart, you’re seventeen. You’re exploring your body and naturally boys too. These things are bound to happen. Perhaps if you were drugged up and on alcohol and got with about five men and we didn’t know who the dad was then I’d probably be a little disappointed but never ashamed.” you began to cry again and she pulled you into a hug.
It was baby shopping day. You had a bump, a cute one that everyone found adorable. Everyone had been so supportive. The entire team adored you evern more, buying you gifts, checking up on you, helping you decorate. JJ, a mum herself, had been lovely and so supportive. Giving you remedies, tips, massages - it had been amazing. Not only had your family stepped up but your boyfriends had too. Hsi family have loved you through it all. You agreed to stay living at home with your mum. Your boyfriend planned on moving in just before the baby arrived - after his exams - so he could help. Your mum wasn’t too bothered about you finishing school this time round as she knew she had more than enough money to send you back when you were ready, even if it was from home.
Garcia and JJ turned up in the car together as you and your boyfriend stood outside the house, waiting for Emily.
“She’s meeting us there, she got a bit caught up with work,” JJ said, opening the door for you.
“She’ll definitely meet us there?” You asked, sad she wouldn’t be able to shop with you. Her opinion was the most important.
“Defiently honey, now hop in,” Garcia said. You got into the car and put on your belt. Your boyfriend sat beside you and held your hand the entire drive, knowing about your new found travel sickness.
Shopping was so succesful. You were pretty sure that between the lot of you, you’d spent over a grand but you didn’t even care. Uncle Rossi had sent money, your grandparents had sent money, everyone you knew had sent you money to put towards baby Prentiss and you were so happy. It had been one of the most amazing days in the pregnancy journey. Whilst you were exhausted from being on your feet, you were even more excited for the little one to arrive.
The baby nursery was ready a few weeks before baby was due. It was under the sea themed, perfect for you and you’re little kicker. Your boyfriend’s exams were over too and he was in the process of moving his things in. Derek had helped build the nursery and Emily hadn’t left your side.
With such a supportive group, you knew the birth of the baby was going to be easy sailing. And it was.
Emily stood on one side, your boyfriend on the other. JJ and Garcia were in the room too, as well as your boyfriend’s mum.
“So go on, tell us the name you chose,” JJ smiled - she’d been in on it since the start. Holding the bundle of pink blankets and tiny baby in your arms, you looked up at your mum with tears in your eyes.
“Mum, you’ve been there every step of the way. From the moment you adopted me at five to this very second you haven’t left my side and I’m so grateful. I’m so proud of you for putting your life of the line everyday to serve the country and bring down the bad guys. I’m so proud of how unbelievably strong you are no matter what you’ve been through. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about how incredible you are. Everyone can see that. I want my baby to have your strength, determination, huge heart and the most beautiful smile.” Tears were streaming down Emily’s face as she caressed your hair. “We decided to call her Emily Hope Prentiss.”
#criminal minds#criminal minds evolution#emily prentiss#emily prentiss head canons#emily prentiss x reader#emily#emily prentiss x child!reader#emily prentiss x child#emily prentiss x daughter!reader#emily prentiss!mum#mum!emily#teen daughter#emily prentiss x daughter#emily prentiss imagine#request#vee recs
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Gingerbread cookies
football player!Bucky Barnes x reader
summary: Your helpful football player decorates the gingerbread cookies for you while you sleep. Only problem is that your boyfriend has a better idea.
warnings: fluff, Bucky being a good boyfriend, Bucky being a horny boyfriend, cum, nsfw 18+, Alpine, pussy eating
a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.. This is a fic for “Vee's holly jolly challenge” @sstan-hoe with the prompt “Before we go out…pull up that skirt real quick, baby”. Hope you like it and I hope you all have a great Christmas❤️🎄
Main Masterlist Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Bucky is walking out of the changing room, pulling his jacket tighter around him as the cold wind slaps him. He was supposed to have football practice until 5pm, but the sudden change of weather made them end earlier today. This decision was good because 10 minutes later the wind got brutal. Bucky makes his way back to his apartment, wanting to be back in the warmth as soon as possible. His phone starts to ring midway through his walk back home and he struggles for a second to get his phone out before finally managing to pull his phone out of the deeps of his pocket. A smile spreads out on his face as he sees that you are calling him.
“Hey, doll” Bucky says happily.
“Hey, baby” you say, sounding equally as happy. “I already assumed practice was going to end earlier today. How was it?”.
“It was good. I beat Steve today” he says proudly, remembering how defeated Steve looked as his best friend threw him across the field.
“Wow, that’s amazing, baby! Guess you deserve something special then, huh?”. Bucky bites his lap as he thinks about what you gave him last time you were proud of him, or more like what you did.
“I will be home in two minutes” Bucky says, speed walking down the streets and taking a shortcut. Just as Bucky is about to bring up a wish, including you in only his jersey, a noise in the background gathers his attention.
“What is that, doll?”.
“So” you begin “I actually called you because I wanted to ask you if you could make a quick stop at the supermarket and get some frosting”.
“Sure” Bucky immediately says and walks back in the other direction. “For what?”.
“Today is Yelena’s birthday and I want to make gingerbread cookies, but I ran out of frosting halfway. I still need to decorate twenty more cookies”. Bucky remembers the party. How couldn’t he? The whole football team is going and many more. Yelena and you know each other since you were about five and went together to the same schools. Meanwhile her sister Natasha was in Russia for some years.
“I thought we had enough frosting” Bucky says, remembering how went grocery shopping last week and even got more frosting than necessary.
“I thought so too, but we used quite a lot of frosting last night as we drunkenly built our gingerbread house” you say, while putting the last dozen of cookies in the oven.
Your parents came by yesterday morning before flying to England for the holidays and gifted you two some wine as an early Christmas present. Of course you two had to taste it, so you put on some nice music while Bucky lit the fireplace and then cuddled up to on the couch and opened the bottle. In no time the bottle was empty and you two dancing to Christmas music before Bucky had the brilliant idea to build a gingerbread house together, remembering you two bought a set. After some failed attempts to put it together, you two finally managed to do it and were able to decorate it. At that point, you still had enough frosting, but you wanted to do more decorations, so you took some of the frosting what was meant for the cookies.
In the end, you didn’t even use the frosting for decorating. Well, not for decorating a gingerbread house. Bucky thought it would be fun to decorate your body on the table and slowly lick the sweet scream off your body.
But the gingerbread house still looks good.
Bucky smiles back at the memory, remembering how much you two had and not only in the dirty kind.
“And now you want your lovely boyfriend to bring you some more frosting? Don’t you think you already have enough cookies?”
“Well, my lovely boyfriend, I think you can never have enough cookies and I may even spare you some if you get me some frosting” you say sweetly, secretly knowing you already got him wrapped around your fingers.
Bucky acts like he’s thinking for a second before replying. “Ok, but I want you to decorate MY cookies, especially for me. I want to take them with me to practice and rub under the boy’s noses that my girlfriend makes me cookies with personal messages”.
“You just want one that says ‘best dick’ or ‘careful big thing in pants alert’” you say laughing, imagining how he will show those cookies to Steve and Sam.
“You know me so good, doll” he says, smiling into his phone. “Alright, I will get you something, so you can finish decorating your cookies”.
“I love you, baby. Thank you so much. I will make you some hot chocolate, so you have something warm when you come home”.
“You are too good to me, doll. I love you” he says before saying goodbye. A wide grin appears on his face, while hanging up and putting his phone away. Instead of continuing his way to the supermarket, he turns around again and walks to their apartment.
Bucky wipes his snowy shoes on the doormat. He was almost home as it started snowing hard. Good, that the birthday party is inside.
He unlocks the door, and immediately a wave of warmness and the smell of fresh gingerbread hits him. He steps inside and is immediately greeted by your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Bucky kisses you back, dropping his bag to lift you up, but before he can, you pull away from him.
“I’m so happy to see you, baby. Did you bring the frosting? The cookies are almost done” you run back to the kitchen, leaving him at the door. A soft white fur ball comes out of the bedroom upon hearing the front door open.
“Hey, Alpine” Bucky says as his little baby purrs against his legs, “I missed you too, girl”. He picks her up after removing his shoes, jacket and letting his bag drop on the small bench in the entryway. In the kitchen, he sees how productive you have been. On the counter are two batches with finished cookies, two with unfinished ones, and another batch is in the oven.
“Doll, how about you rest a bit and then get ready for the party while I finish the cookies? You need some rest” he walks closer, seeing how tired you are.
“But the cookies-“.
“I will get them out when they are done and put the frosting on them” Bucky says, giving you Alpine, who happily snuggles closer into the arms of her favorite human.
“James, you don’t have to do that. You just came home from practice and I already made you get the frosting. You don’t need to do more” you say as he leads you to your bedroom. Alpine jumps out of your arms as Bucky pulls back the blanket for you to lie down. She stretches before getting comfortable again in the warm bed she slept in before Bucky arrived. Alpine meows, waiting for you to join her.
Bucky picks you up bridal style, making you laugh. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I made the love of my life overwork herself while I’m still full of energy” he says, laying you down on the bed and pulling the blanket tightly over you. Bucky chuckles as Alpine pops her head out from under the blanket.
“I love you, you know” you say and snuggle more into the warmth of the blanket.
“I know” Bucky grins before giving you a kiss, while murmuring a soft good night against your lips. He closes the door after walking out.
Once outside, he fist bumps the air. He can finally start with his plan. Bucky waits till the cookies are out of the oven before getting a big bowl and walking with it to the bathroom. A big grin is on his face as he closes the door.
“Merry fucking Christmas, doll”.
After you wake up and cuddled Alpine for another five minutes because your little baby wouldn’t stop complaining, you start to get ready for the party. Fixing your makeup in the mirror, you spot Alpine scratching the closed door. With a sigh, you walk over to her.
“No no no, baby. No, scratching the door!” you say and open the door, making her dash out and into the kitchen. You walk out after her, spotting your boyfriend leaning on the counter. Bucky lets out a hey as Alpine scratches his sweatpants and pushes her away with his foot.
When he turns his head around, he sees you standing there in a red dress. “Well, hello there, doll. Don’t you look pretty” he says, not moving from his spot, but giving you flirty smirk. You blush at his comment and walk over to him, noticing all the cookies decorated, though it’s a bit messy, and the frosting looks a bit too thin.
“Thank you for decorating them” you kiss his cheek “They look amazing”. It’s not a lie. You think they are pretty, even if they aren’t decorated the best.
Bucky smiles before he reaches for a cookie and holds it up to you, grinning. “Want a taste?”.
You nod and open your mouth for Bucky to put it in your mouth. You then take a big bite out of the cookie, not seeing how Bucky bites his lip.
The cookie doesn’t taste like you thought it would. Instead of being fully sweet, it’s more salty. At first, you think you added salt instead of sugar before you realize that it’s not the cookie that is salty. It doesn’t take a second for you to know what it is. You look at Bucky, seeing him with a seductive grin.
“You put your cum on the cookies!” you say with big eyes, staring at him with a shocked expression.
Bucky nods, looking so proud. He spent a long time in the bathroom until the bowl was full of his hot cum.
“Why?!” you ask, not believing that your boyfriend really did that. “They are for the party, baby!”
“And there are still enough. You baked so many before I even got here that had frosting on them” he replies and pulls you closer with his arm. “You said I can have some-“.
“But not so many!”
“There are still enough, doll” he kisses your cheek. “I made these extra for you”.
“Bucky, I can’t eat cum covered cookies, even if it’s yours” you say to which he only chuckles.
“You still ate this one though” he bites your neck “I know you like it”. At that, you blush and you two know he’s right. Bucky covers your neck in kisses.
“You are insane, Mr Barnes” you chuckle as Bucky purposely tickles you with his long stubbles.
“Insane in love with you” he looks in your eyes. “You know, I passed out three times for this shit. I’m surprised you didn’t hear me fall”.
You stare at him. “You passed out”.
“As I said, I’m insane in love with you”
“Aren’t you exhausted?” you ask, only now getting why he has to lean against the counter.
“A bit, but you know what I’m still able to do?”
“What?” you ask him as he lets go of you.
“Before we go out…pull up that skirt real quick, baby” he says. You bite your lip as you pull the front of your dress up. A soft moan leaves your lips as Bucky steps closer and runs his finger over your soaked panties.
“All this for me?”
“Yeah” you say with a shaky voice, watching as Bucky drops to his knees and moves your panties aside.
“Oh, doll, you are completely drenched. You really seem to like those cookies” Bucky says in a cocky voice. Before you can say something, he gives your pussy a lick, making you shut up. He picks you up effortlessly and sits you down on the free counter. Before he dives his face back to your pussy, he chases after Alpine and locks her in the bedroom, receiving some scratches while doing that, whispering under his breath how he is going to cut her nails.
Once back, he lays you down and removes your panties, stuffing them in his pockets and ignoring your hey.
“For later, doll” he says before lifting your legs on his shoulders. Bucky kisses down your leg until he finally reaches your pussy. He can see your slick and can feel himself get hard again. He perhaps passed out three times, but he will always be able to get hard for you.
“It’s only fair that I make you pass out now too” he says before finally starting to eat you out.
#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes x reader#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky barnes fic rec#james buchanan barnes#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#winter soldier x y/n#winter soldier x you#winter soldier x reader#the winter soldier#xcaptain winterx#vee's holly jolly challenge
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i saw the goahead to make fanart and i immediately jumped at the opportunity
all doodles are of the latest chapter !!
#fucking told you guys i had good taste#always trust my reading recs#🌗 art tag#hazbin hotel#radiostatic fic#radiostatic#vox hazbin hotel#hazbin vox#the vees#hazbin hotel vees#rosie hazbin hotel#hazbin rosie#okay wait so how do i tag als shadow#.....uh#lets pretend hes there its okay
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john/harrow? thoughts??????
I THINK IT'S BONKERS HOT..... it makes my pussy go into cardiac arrest [insert sickos.jpg] read these fics. the power imbalance.... harrow's devotion to god.... how overwhelmed she would get... i just know john would be like im sorry im sorry im sorry while sliding his cock inside her 😵💫😵💫😵💫 then there is the added fucked up layer of gideon watching from inside harrow if u make it take place during htn. i like how some fics have john react to seeing harrow's eyes turn gold 😳
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#the owl house#toh#amity blight#boscha toh#luz noceda#willow park#gus porter#hunter toh#vee noceda#meme#parks and rec meme#eagle 1 meme
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BEGGING everybody to love themselves and read More of the Gravy Basket than of the Grave by @veeagainsttheday. Absolutely one of the best fics I've ever read. Drawing inspiration from A Christmas Carol and The Shining, it's a riveting supernatural mystery with so many layers that as soon as I finished reading I was itching to start back from the beginning. And of course, at the heart of the fic is the relationship of Ed and Stede, and it's so beautiful and tender and aching. The yearning!!!
Absolutely phenomenal work. I'll definitely be re-reading this one again and again.
(Explicit, 35,863 words, five chapters, complete)
#ofmd#ofmd fic rec#when I tell you I INHALED this story#every other element on my life was ON. PAUSE.#because my only priority was figuring out how this story was going to go#in awe of Vee's sexy wrinkly brain and how she was able to make this all come together
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Private But Not A Secret
Letitia x Black Reader
a lil soft launch , been in my drafts forever
warnings : none just Tish talking bout her baby 🥺
“ Alright so now we have the Wakanda Forever questions out the way. Let’s talk about your personal life, what do you enjoy doing on your free time ?”- The interviewer questioned
“ Aw man I really enjoy being out with my friends , I used to be such a homebody and now i’m trying to go out and have some fun. “
“ A night out with friends is always fun. I recently seen you were out in Jamaica. How was that ?”
“ Jamaica is so nice , I absolutely love being there. I definitely will be making plans to go there again this year. Have you been to Jamaica? “ - Letitia questioned
“ I’m actually going in 2 weeks , i’ve never been so i’m very excited to go“
“ You’re going to absolutely love it, and make sure try the KFC there , it’s so much better “- Letitia smiled
“ Definitely will be trying that . Now you know you have some very nosy fans as soon as they heard they could leave me questions to ask you they blew up my comments. I’m gonna ask you the main three I kept seeing. Is Ms Letitia Wright in a relationship?”
Letitia laughed and shook her head
“ Y’all so nosy “ - She laughed. Letitia felt her cheeks get hot as she started thinking about you.
“ Hmm. Should I tell you guys ? You know what, I’m gonna spill the beans, it’s been long enough I’ve been with my beautiful girlfriend for 2 years and she’s my everything. Crazy because our anniversary is today “- Letitia nodded
“For starters happy anniversary you two. Could you tell us more about her? What is she like ? Will we get to see her any time soon ?”
“ She’s the love of my life. I honestly cant imagine life without her. That woman is everything to me. We actually were childhood best friends, I lost contact with her once I moved to the UK. Then at the first Black Panther Premiere we ran into each other and honestly the rest is history. Two years ago today I asked her to be my girlfriend. It was such a nice set up, took her to Paris and asked her to be my girlfriend under the Eiffel Tower. And to answer the last question I will be keeping my baby private.
“ How come ?”-
“ I’m a very private person when it comes to my personal life. I want my baby to have a normal life. I want to make sure she’s safe when she’s not around me. I don’t want my nosy fans in her DMs or making her comments all about me since she does her little thing with TikTok , Youtube & Instagram. It was a mutual decision to keep it private and honestly keeping it private has been so nice, nobody bothering us or tagging us in each others posts and what not. I really love it. “
“ I get that 100 % , sometimes fans take it too far and it just ruins everything. I’m so glad you found someone who truly makes you happy. Where do you guys see yourselves in 5 years ?”
“ Married for sure , I can’t wait to marry her . Everyday she gives me a reason why I need to put a ring on her finger now. Hmm in 5 years maybe a baby. I believe she’d be a good mom, she’s amazing with my little sister, everytime I see them interact my heart jumps. Besides that I would love more roles in movies “
“ So what i’m hearing is the next time I interview you , Ms. Letitia Wright will be married with a baby on the way ?”
“ Depends on when you interview me but yes married and a baby on the way. “
“ Cant wait to see that and I’m wishing you and your girlfriend the best. Next question , did you ever expect to blow up on tiktok ?”
“ Honestly no , it was a shock to me. The whole world is crushing on me, you got everyone calling me their girlfriend or wife I think it’s cute. I don’t mind them at all, i really appreciate them. So many fans take so much time making edits and things like that I love them “
“ These fans really love you , okay so last question , can we expect anything new for you after Wakanda Forever ?”
“ Yes of course I can’t really tell you guys much I have two movies dropping soon and I’m very excited for everyone to watch. One movie i filmed a while back and this new movie is something new and I think you’ll love it.”
“ Cant wait to see your new projects , thank you so much for being here today and sharing everything with us. Hope to see you soon and enjoy your anniversary.
“ Thank you and I will be seeing you soon showing you wedding pictures and sonograms” - Letitia laughed
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babyboo 💍
you did amazing in your interview baby, come home soon i got dinner planned. i love you and travel safely
mi amor 🤭
love u so much baby, i’m in the uber on the way home. I picked you up a surprise. see you when I get home
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help this parody is killing me alkdks watch it right now for capitalist icon!Lucifer, 4ch@ners!Vees, fanfic reader!Alastor, rizzlord Pentious and a 50k budget
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#the vees#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel valentino#hazbin hotel velvette#hazbin hotel alastor#Youtube#radiostatic#hazbin hotel cast#vivziepop#(not made with hate - this is a shitpost song making fun of the internet's reaction to HH!!)#hazbin hotel angel dust#huskerdust#parody#liu's recs
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Do you have any VoxVel or PolyVees fanfic recs? (Absolutely love your art btw and Especially Love the way you draw Velvette <3 )
you seem like a Velvette fan so im going to prioritise her. there is a terrible dearth of shippy content with her, so i've included some platonic fics that you can squint at.
oversized jackets and the worry that comes with them by Erin_kate is this wonderful fic, part of a series, which covers Velvette's struggles with ED through Vox's point of view. although it isn't tagged as ship there's definitely a read for it, as they're this constant support for each other despite their difficulties. i made fanart for it which you can spot in chapter 1 of snippets of a life worth leading's comment section. however, if you're a Val fan, he isn't the kindest here.
@voxofficial snapped lmao by ckret2, though not tagged as the ship, it's an excellent, hilarious character piece if you're looking for a dynamic and alive relationship between the three of them. it's Velvette's POV as she discusses Vox's Alastor/Pentious Theory Board. Val rocks up halfway through and they're a wonderful romp.
Revelations in Technicolor by Awesome_Possum is domestic and lovely, yet they're still as awful as they should be. in this work, Vox opens up about his past to the rest of the Vees, Velvette's POV.
system takeover by Subedarling, where Velvette has to save Vox and Val when they get kidnapped. shes kicks so much ass in this and the attached art is wonderful. tagged Voxval, but there's a PolyVees read.
blue light dreams by MorningsOfGold get into how hard running a media empire is, and how stressful it can get for Velvette. they snap at each other, but Vox and Val come take care of her when she has a bit of a breakdown. lovely, fluffy PolyVees.
BELOW THE CUT FOR WORKS WITH NSFW
Silken Sparks by passthevoxcord despite just being pwp, there's this injected worldbuilding and discussion of their polyamory and leaves off on a delightfully lewd and loving note. particularly, this author plays with how velvette, a younger woman, would click with Vox and Val's kneejerk dated views in fascinating ways. the main scene is VoxVel, though.
Family Business by passthevoxcord another one of this author. sorry they just always always have fascinating velvette subtext in their smut :( (im not sad about this) !!! in this Velvette considers her own rough childhood and how, almost guiltily, she loves to play house with Vox and Val. the main event is PolyVees but Vox is the hinge so VoxVel and VoxVal. size and age kink. good for them.
#diurna answers#diurna talks#velvette#voxvel#poly vees#hazbin hotel#fic rec#defiinitely not exhaustive but it's just the particularly shiny ones i've read
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let me show you how beautiful you are
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 12.9k
Warnings: Smut, Language, Body Image Issues (18+ ONLY)
Summary: You were really looking forward to tonight although you still couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that you and Eddie Munson were supposed to go to the prom. Together! But when you realise your dress no longer fits and you break down in tears, he’s there to comfort you in every way he can.
Author’s Note: The long-awaited hurt/comfort smut fic is finally here! I hope you’ll like it :)
the gif is mine
A ringing of a doorbell jars you from your thoughts and your eyes dart to the clock hanging above the fridge.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
You rush to the door and start talking even before the tips of your fingers make contact with the handle.
“Shit, Eddie I’m so sorry, just give me five minutes and I’m ready to g–” You swing open the door and cut yourself short, absolutely stunned by the man that’s standing in front of you.
When you asked Eddie to go to the senior prom with you, you weren’t entirely serious. Yes, the thought of you two dancing under a disco ball, spiking the punch with something stronger and making out on the bleachers had made your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat on several occasions, but it was an image that seemed to take up residence in your fantasies rather than to become a reality. So, when he accepted your offer in an instant, you were genuinely surprised and didn’t quite believe it. Nevertheless, the shock you felt when he said ‘yes’ could hardly be matched by your current astonishment.
Standing in the doorway, frozen to the spot and without uttering a single word, you can’t help but stare. Your mouth slightly agape, your eyes roam his form as you take him all in, absolutely stunned by the transformation.
For tonight, Eddie has abandoned his favourite ripped jeans, the Hellfire Club t-shirt and other band tees, the leather jacket and the denim vest. Instead, the man standing at your doorstep is wearing a pair of black formal trousers, a clean white shirt with several buttons at the top undone, and a red suit jacket. The latter strikes you as slightly oversized and it crosses your mind that he must have probably borrowed it. To compensate for the incongruity, he’s rolled up the sleeves, revealing his beautiful tattoos in the process.
Although the attire itself is very formal, it is the details like these that still make him look so much like your most beloved Eddie. The mop of his curls is as unruly as always, he has an old pair of white sneakers on his feet and the usual rings adorn his fingers; he’s even added a metal skull pin to one of the lapels of his jacket to complement the look.
“Wow,” is the only thing you manage to finally stammer out and you snap your jaw shut, realising how dumbfounded you must look.
“Thanks,” he answers sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck, suddenly shifting uneasily under the pressure of your gaze.
Realising your indiscretion, you avert your eyes and cast them down as a flush of warmth creeps up your face, matching the pink blush that graces his cheeks. Once you’ve redirected your attention to your feet, Eddie clears his throat and gives you an amused look when he leans over to catch your gaze.
“You know,” he starts and a smile tugs at your lips as his voice finds the distinctive strength again, resonating on the front porch of your home, “you look pretty amazing yourself, really! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror recently? Absolutely mind-blowing!” He brings his hands to his head and makes an explosion gesture with his fingers, shooting you a grin, “But! I’m not entirely sure Principal Higgins will let us in tonight, considering this,” he points to your bathrobe and slippers, “probably doesn’t quite fit the dress code.”
“Oh, shit! Right! I’m so sorry, Eddie! I have no idea what happened, I completely lost track of time. But I’ll be ready in five, come in!”
Not waiting for him to catch up, you race up the stairs, skipping every other step, and Eddie crosses the threshold, carefully closing the door behind him. For a short while, he hangs at the entrance, unsure whether he should follow or stay, but you’ve left the bedroom door open and it seems like a good enough invitation. Who was he kidding; he would lie if he said he wasn’t curious to see what secrets your bedroom has been hiding this whole time. When he reaches the landing, he looks around first to make sure your parents are not home. Once he's satisfied to note that they’re nowhere in sight, he clasps his hands behind his back and glances through your bedroom door.
The view he’s met with puts a big smile on his face.
At first sight, the bedroom looks like any other senior high school student’s room. The striped wallpaper is barely visible from underneath a bunch of posters, there are piles of textbooks and papers on your desk and every surface is covered in various knick-knacks with several plushies scattered around the room. He carefully scans the surroundings, and his smile widens. He spots your favourite book on the bedside table, the paperback cover bruised and tattered from being read so many times. He knows that if he opened it on a random page, he would find comments in your handwriting scribbled in the margins. There are also headphones and several cassettes lying on your bedspread, and he itches to see what you’ve been listening to lately. His gaze drops to the floor and lands on your backpack from which several colourful sticky notes are poking out. When you first met in English class and you took a seat right next to him, he was making fun of you because of them. Truth be told, it wasn’t the best conversation starter but it helped to break the ice, so it wasn’t the worst either. And if he were honest, he soon found them rather adorable and asked you for some on several occasions.
He smiles and shakes his head at the memory but it’s when he squints his eyes and inches closer to your desk that his face starts practically beaming as he recognises the things pinned up to a corkboard. There’s a dark red paper rose that he won for you at a spring fair, movie tickets from your dates, and a flyer for a gig that Corroded Coffin played and he’s sure it’s for the very first concert that you attended.
His expression softens when he notices several photographs. There are a few with only him in them, one of him blowing a raspberry at you when he noticed you taking his photo, one of him playing his guitar in the living room of the Munson’s trailer, and one that takes him a moment to place. Based on the colourful lights, you must have taken it during one of the D&D sessions when he was so immersed in the role of the dungeon master that he didn’t notice you sneakily snapping it.
But there are more pictures. In those you’re there with him, both of you grinning from ear to ear, your cheeks pressed together. The photographs are blurry and have most likely very little artistic value and yet, they’re the most beautiful pictures that he has ever seen.
Eddie wants to tell you so and spins around, just for his eyes to land on you scrabbling in your wardrobe and forcing a mass of clothes to be pushed away so that you can grab a white garment bag from the very back, and he chuckles.
The sound startles you slightly and you speed up in your efforts.
“Five minutes max, I promise! I’m basically ready but I was worried I would spill something on the dress so I didn’t want to put it on right away, but then I got distracted by that assignment we’re handing in on Monday and then it was too late and–” you keep on rambling, your voice accompanied by hangers scraping against the closet rod, “–yeah so that’s how I ended up just in my bathrobe, sorry.” You finally free the prom dress from your wardrobe and turn around to catch Eddie propped up on your desk, his fingers dancing around the edge of the flat surface and an amused look painted over his face.
“No need to apologise, darling,” he grins and tilts his head.
“Although,” you start again, “come to think of it, wouldn’t an attire that’s against the convention be something for Eddie Munson to appreciate? You know, being a non-conformist and all?” You throw him a wink and dive back into the closet to fish for your shoes.
“Oh honey, I do appreciate that. Very much so,” he stresses out and wets his lips at the sight of you bending down into the closet in only your bathrobe. “But when things matter, the trick is to know where the line is and then hang at the very edge. It’s like playing with fire but not actually burning yourself, you know?”
“Yeah, I know,” you say and give him an earnest smile, your heart skipping a beat at the notion that Eddie considers tonight important as well.
After a few moments of rummaging, you announce victoriously, “Got them!” and emerge from the closet. “Like I said, five minutes max!” you promise again as you throw the garment bag over your arm and clutch the shoes to your chest. When you pass Eddie on your way to the bathroom where you intend to change, you stroke his arm gently, no longer able to resist at least a brief moment of contact.
Grasping your wrist, Eddie stops you in your tracks and pulls you closer, his eyes raking all over you and settling on your mouth. He presses your body to his side and places a soft kiss on your lips. It seems like the necessity to hold and touch each other is rather contagious, but you’re certainly not complaining as the familiar taste of his lips enthrals your senses.
With a smile, he murmurs, “Hi, by the way,” into the air where your breaths mingle, and you huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes with amusement.
“Hello,” you greet him as well, your grin not faltering even when your mouths meet again. “Five minutes,” you whisper when you eventually break apart, and you scurry off to the bathroom.
A gentle smile is playing on your lips when you enter the bathroom and it remains there until you open the garment bag, shed your bathrobe, which leaves you clothed in only your bra and knickers, and step into the dark blue satin of your prom dress.
You start tugging the fabric up the length of your body and at that moment, the smile freezes on your face in a fearful grimace and a cold sweat breaks out on your skin.
No, no, no, no, come on, no, no, not now.
Your pulse quickens and you feel panic rising in your core, your chest heaving rapidly.
Please no, not today.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, willing your racing heart to slow down, and after a few moments, you find the courage to continue in your efforts, your jaw clenched and palms clammy as the dress starts precariously stretching in its seams.
Despite your trembling fingers, you manage to force the fabric past your hips and up to your waist, but the momentary relief that washes over you is short-lived. It is the point when you slide your arms into the balloon sleeves, pull the bodice up your torso and see how pointless everything was as there is no chance of you zippering up the dress, that extinguishes the very last glimmer of hope. Instead, you feel yourself spiralling down to the bottom of a hostile pit of darkness that poisons your heart.
As your shoulders slump under the weight of the realisation, the sleeves of the dress fall to your elbows and a ragged breath leaves your throat.
You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, and it triggers feelings that you thought were buried deep inside you. Tears start welling in your eyes as in the harsh light of the late afternoon sun that pours through soft sheer curtains you’re compelled to face the image in front of you. Every curve and every bump is on display, emphasised by the tight dress.
No longer able to stand the sight, you avert your eyes, losing the last shreds of strength. You sink to your knees, the sea of dark blue satin pooling around your shaking body as you choke out a desperate, hitched sob.
Eddie has been carefully inspecting the cassette boxes that he spotted earlier on your bed when he hears the sound. His forehead wrinkles in confusion and his head turns in the direction of the noise, but no matter how much he pricks up his ears, the hallway offers only silence in return. Hesitantly, he shifts his focus back to the cassettes in his hands only for them to slip from his grasp onto the bed the moment he gets startled when the echo of the sound returns.
“Shit,” he swears under his breath and a pang of worry starts to gnaw on his insides as he leaves your room and ventures down the hall towards the bathroom from which the sounds are coming.
He calls out your name and knocks on the door, but you’re too lost in your whirling thoughts that do nothing but torture.
The bathroom door opens a crack and Eddie sucks in an alarmed breath as his eyes find you on the floor.
“Fuck, are you hurt? What’s wrong?” He’s at your side in an instant, cradling your cheeks in his palms and the fear in his eyes causes another wave of guilt to wash over you, setting off a new fit of cries.
“I…I–I can’t put on the dress,” you croak out eventually and another sob escapes your mouth.
“Do you need me to help you? I can–”
“No,” you cut him off and burrow your face into his chest, soaking his shirt with tears as you search for a smidge of courage to admit the truth. His palm finds the bare skin of your back and he rubs it gently to soothe your inner turmoil, even though he’s clueless as to the cause of it.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he says, the reassuring tone of his voice tinged with slight panic.
Not entirely sure what else to say, Eddie wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace. He rocks with you from side to side and softly hums a tune you can’t quite place. You think of how exposed and vulnerable you feel, how you’re letting him see the side of you that up until this moment remained concealed. And yet, no matter how hard it is to navigate through the vortex of your overpowering emotions that make your head throb and your eyes burn with tears, you recognise the feelings of safety and finding home as Eddie holds you close.
But the comfort those feelings bring is not enough to stifle the despair rooted deep in your stomach and a shiver runs down your spine.
“What’s going on? Tell me,” he whispers into your hair as his hand squeezes your shoulder and he draws you near. He waits patiently for you to take several deep breaths and calm down, his scent and the tender touch providing the very much needed tether to help you regain bits of your composure.
“I can’t put on the dress,” you slowly repeat your words between hiccups, each syllable sticking to your tongue, making it difficult to speak, “I must have gained weight and the dress is too small. No, wait,” you chuckle darkly through your tears and shake your head, “the dress is fine, it’s just me who’s too…”
You can’t finish the sentence and your voice breaks. Several words rush through your brain, terrible, vicious, painful words that you’re too scared to say out loud, certain that once you breathe life into them, they’ll become real and will haunt you forever.
He raises his eyebrows and gives you a puzzled look until the meaning behind your words finally dawns on him.
“What are you talking about?” Eddie stares at you, his bafflement turned into utter disbelief. “You’re the most beautiful and the most incredible girl I know!”
But you’re neither able to meet the intensity of his eyes nor able to take his words seriously. Instead, while tears run freely down your cheeks, your fingertips ghost over the tattooed bats on his forearm and you watch with blurry eyes how the ink disappears under your touch.
“The dress begs to differ,” you mumble weakly and Eddie scoffs.
“Screw the dress! It’s just a piece of fabric, it’s nothing! And if it made my girl feel like this, I’m voting for burning it.”
You give him a small smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and he drags his hand down his face in frustration.
“Look, what I’m trying to say is that I love you, all of you. I love the way you squint your nose when the sun shines in your eyes, I love the way you bounce on your feet when you get excited about something, and I love the way your face lights up when you get an A on a test you worked so hard for. You can’t see yourself in those moments, but you need to trust me when I say you’re the most stunning woman in the whole wide world.”
Listening with a bated breath, you feel your heart pound hard against your chest. When you look up through your eyelashes, his expression turns soft as his eyes meet yours.
“C’mon, it’s impossible not to fall for you. You’re pretty awesome, don’t you know? You’re smart, kind, caring, especially when it comes to outsiders like me,” he points at himself with his thumb and shoots you a cheeky grin before his forehead contorts, “actually, forget the last one, you must be a freak if you care about me,” he adds with feigned disdain, the sparkle in his eyes giving away the joke, and it earns him a chuckle from you.
You nudge his chest with your shoulder but don’t pull away, not being able to resist such close proximity. With you leaning against him, his arms circle your torso in another warm hug and he pulls you into his lap.
“You’re pretty awesome, too,” you whisper into his chest, your voice hoarse along the edges from crying so much earlier.
You can’t see Eddie’s pleased smile or blushing cheeks, but you can feel his nose nuzzling into your hair.
“Thank you,” you add after a few moments and crane your neck to catch his lips in a soft, tender kiss.
The brush of his lips is so sweet and gentle that when you open your eyes and see the adoring look on his face, an enormous wave of guilt crushes against you.
He looks like he would do anything for you, and here you are, a total mess that can do nothing better but pity herself. Tonight was supposed to be special, you had so many plans and were so excited, but no, you had to have a little mental breakdown and fuck it all up. Just because you couldn’t put on that stupid dress.
The dress…
Your fingers splay over the skirt that covers your thighs only to curl into a fist, crumpling the delicate fabric.
With every second that ticks by, you’re growing more and more frustrated with yourself and your stupid feelings, and it doesn’t take you too long to feel overwhelmed by the swirling thoughts that do not waste any time to rear their ugly head again.
Clearing your throat, you slowly withdraw and the way Eddie’s face darkens makes you wince.
“Sorry for ruining tonight,” you apologise, your voice sounding like it doesn’t belong to you and you place your hand on his mouth when he opens it in protest, “I don’t think I have any other dress that would be suitable for a prom, and honestly? I kinda wanna stay home. I… I don’t feel like going out or something,” you admit and the gaze of his beautiful deep brown eyes refuses to leave your face.
Eddie studies you intently as a deep line forms between his eyebrows. It’s probably the first time in your relationship that he senses a vast distance between you, no matter how close your bodies are next to each other. It’s an odd feeling, one that makes his stomach tighten and his heart break. And yet, it seems that even when you shut yourself off like this, your subconsciousness seeks his proximity and he wonders whether you even realise that your fingers are toying with his chain bracelet, the gesture appearing absentminded. He aches to touch you, to cup your face, or to thumb at your cheeks, but he remains still, hesitant to move an inch and tear his gaze from you. Instead, he searches your face for any sign that would tell him what to do to make you smile, to cross the gap and find you again.
Suddenly, the coldness of the bathroom tiles on which you sit gets to your bones and you feel even more naked than a few minutes ago. You avert your eyes and free yourself from Eddie’s embrace. He watches you carefully as you pull away from him and hug your legs in a faint attempt to hide your skin in the layers of the dark blue satin. Once you lose the warmth of his body pressed to yours, the tell-tale signs of migraine begin to pulse in your temples.
He moves forward to say something but you raise your hand in a pleading gesture to once again silence his objections.
“But please,” you continue when you find the strength in your voice, “if you want to go, I mean, I guess not to the prom but elsewhere, maybe you could do something fun with guys from Hellfire or something… just go, please,” you know you’re rambling but you can’t stop the flow of sentences from flying out of your mouth, “don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine, I promise. I don’t want you to have a crappy evening just because of my big fat–”
“Jesus Christ, stop it! Seriously!” Eddie cuts you off and lets out an angry groan. “God, can’t you see that you didn’t ruin anything? I don’t care about the prom or going out with the guys, I just wanted to be with you.”
Your eyes turning misty, you swallow down a sob and worry your lower lip between your teeth.
Huffing out a defeated breath, Eddie crawls towards you and settles on the bathroom floor at your side, sitting on his heels as he carefully cups your face in his hands. It takes only a split second for you to give in and allow yourself to relish the touch of his palms on your skin. His eyes search your face and drop to your mouth, his thumb gently swiping across your bottom lip, stroking the imprint that your teeth have left there.
“I know it’s probably gonna sound crazy, but I feel like the luckiest guy in the world when I’m with you,” he says softly. “So what if we’re sat on the floor in your bathroom and not at the prom? Who gives a shit about that? Because I don’t care where we are as long as we’re together. And…” he pauses for a few seconds before he adds, his voice quavering, “I thought you felt the same way.”
“Of course, I do! God, Eddie, I do feel the same way,” you hurry to reply and press your hand to his chest to reassure him of your words.
With several buttons undone, Eddie’s white shirt allows your palm to touch his skin and the warmth that seeps into your fingertips drives away the coldness and brings the needed peace. At that moment, you wonder whether your own touch has a similar soothing effect as he closes his eyes and breathes out a slow and easy breath of contentment.
He leans closer to rest his forehead against yours and you let out a sigh of relief. You sit like that for a few moments, neither of you willing to move. Eventually releasing his hold on your face, he covers your hand instead and weaves his fingers with yours, his grip firm enough for you to know he will never let go. You feel his heart beating under the press of your palm and you know that it beats for you.
Just like your heart beats for him.
“I just hate to see you in so much pain, but I don’t know how to fix this,” he admits quietly after a while.
“I… I think I need to fix it myself,” you say and find the truth behind your words surprisingly comforting. “But it’s hard. Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I can’t see anything but the parts I’ve grown to hate, the extra weight that I can’t get rid of, and I just feel… so utterly lost,” you breathe out and a single tear trickles down your face.
Eddie brushes a loose strand of your hair, tucks it behind your ear and bends down as his lips catch the teardrop on your cheek, his fingers tracing your jaw.
“I want to help. How can I make you understand that you’re beautiful both inside and out?” Eddie asks and the urgency you note in his voice makes your breath hitch in your throat.
You remain quiet, not entirely sure what to say and he drops his hands to his lap.
“If only you could see what I see,” he sighs, hanging his head low.
It takes several moments for either of you to move, but at last, it is him who breaks the silence. Hesitantly, he reaches out and carefully grasps your fingers, his thumb drawing small circles across the back of your hand.
“I want to… Can I show you?” His voice trembles, which makes you look up and meet his expectant gaze. Chest heaving, he takes a deep breath and wets his lips before he continues. “Please, let me show you how beautiful you are.”
The whirl of your thoughts makes it difficult to concentrate. You glance down at your intertwined fingers and will your mind to calm down.
“I know we haven’t…” he trails off, the end of the sentence and the question those words imply hanging in the air that turns thick and heavy with anticipation of things yet to be explored. Feeling the heat rising to your cheeks, you lift your eyes to his, squeeze his hand and slowly nod.
“I want it too.”
Bringing your hand to his lips, he places small kisses on your knuckles and a ragged breath leaves your throat. The gesture is so soft and intimate; you can’t help but cup his cheek, hopeful that all the love and gratitude you feel for the man in front of you gets across by the gentle touch of your palm as you struggle to find the words that would convey the sentiment.
But it seems no words are necessary as you watch him close his eyes in bliss, lean into your fingers and kiss the delicate skin of your inner wrist in answer to your unspoken confession. Slowly, his lips start to travel up your arm, to your shoulder, and when they reach the column of your neck, you gasp. His mouth relentless on your skin, you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, breathing rapidly. It’s only a matter of time before your mouths collide in a passionate kiss, his fingers tangled in your hair as the air fills with sounds of soft whimpers and tongues sliding against each other.
“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom,” Eddie croaks out and you just nod vigorously, not trusting your own voice.
Leaping to his feet, he holds out his hands and you gladly accept. As you stand up, you step on the hem of your dress by accident and almost lose your balance, but luckily, Eddie catches you and his palms settle on your waist in a firm grasp, keeping you upright.
“The dress. I–” You suddenly remember the ordeal of forcing the dress up to your waist and a momentary surge of panic rises in your stomach.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Eddie replies, and for the first time, you finally, completely believe him. Tugging gently at the fabric of the bodice, he assists you in sliding your arms out of the sleeves. Once your arms are free, he gets down on his knees and carefully hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of the dress skirt, working it down your body.
When you move to make yourself useful and aid him with the undressing, he gently swats your hands away and there’s nothing else left for your fingers to do but to comb through his hair and rest at the scruff of his neck as you throw your head back, a small smile playing on your lips because with every new part of your skin exposed he runs his lips against it and plants small kisses along the hem of your knickers, leaving a trail of goosebumps and sending little jolts of pleasure to your core.
You’re so lost in the sensations dancing all over your body that it takes you a moment to register the dress finally sliding down and pooling at your feet as you stand in the middle of the bathroom in only your underwear. Offering his hand, Eddie helps you step out of the dress and stands up, his fingers laced through yours.
Without uttering a single word, he leads you back to your bedroom, the palm of his free hand finding the small of your back. He’s closed the door shut with a gentle thud before he pulls you towards your bed and you sit down together at the edge.
His fingers are restless in your palm and you feel a similar quivering in your nerve ends, both of you suddenly unsure of what to do. Your stomach churns and he swallows down hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The movement catches your attention and your gaze drifts to his clothes.
“Someone’s awfully overdressed,” you break the awkward silence that has settled over you in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, and wave at his formal attire, giving him an amused smile. He glances down as if to confirm your words and your smile turns into a chuckle.
“Right, and we don’t want that, do we?” he grins and you fight the urge to trace your fingers along the wrinkles that have formed around his eyes.
Eddie can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that this is really happening. He was imagining this moment, yes, dreaming about it even, but all the fantasies could not prepare him for the reality of it all. It’s taken him aback that he’s more nervous than he anticipated. His heart is pounding fast against his chest and his palms have grown clammy as he keeps nervously tugging at his fingers.
The bedspring squeaks a bit when he gets to his feet and grips the lapels of his jacket, removing the red material from his shoulders as he toes off his shoes and socks. With unsteady fingers, he makes sure to unbutton his shirt some more, even though not completely, before he grabs the back of the collar and pulls the shirt over his head, all his tattoos on display. Staggered breathing and the rustle of fabric are the only noises that fill your bedroom until the distinctive sound of his belt unbuckling and the zipper opening pierces through the space between you.
It makes his stomach tighten.
You busy yourself with brushing invisible threads off the bedspread, your fingers skimming over the soft material, but you can’t help stealing sideway glances as Eddie strips to his underwear.
Maybe you should stand up and help him undress, let your hands roam freely over his body just the way you’ve desired on so many occasions. But you can’t bring yourself to do that as you sit there, dragging your teeth over your lower lip as your fingers keep fidgeting, too anxious to move, especially when you catch a glimpse of his happy trail.
“It would look hotter if there was some music playing or shit,” Eddie jokes to mask his nervousness and flashes you a grin, shaking you from your turbulent thoughts, and you huff out a laugh.
“Such a tease,” you click your tongue with a smile. “Don’t try your luck, Munson. Both my stereo and my camera are right there on my desk, and you can bet I would use the opportunity to snap a few pictures,” you warn only half-jokingly. “I’m sure your friends would love to see this new side of their dungeon master,” you add and wink at him.
“Oh you wouldn’t do that, you love me,” he retorts and squints his eyes in happiness.
“I do,” you answer honestly and bite your lips to prevent another smile from breaking across your face.
Tossing his trousers to the pile of his clothes, he joins you on the bed, tucking one leg under him, and motions to your hair. “One of the hairpins, it… Just let me…” Your eyes follow the movement of his hand, and he carefully pulls out the piece of light metal that’s loosened and barely hung from a single hair at the side of your face. He must have tousled up your hairdo earlier when you kissed in the bathroom.
“I should probably take them all out, there’s not that many,” you suggest and start threading through your hair, searching with your fingertips for the remaining hairpins.
“I can do it for you,” Eddie offers and you gladly turn your back to him. He works in silence, gently removing all the pins from your hair until he’s finished and stretches out his arm around you to drop them on your bedside table. You shift to face him but the pressure of his palm between your shoulder blades makes you halt in your tracks.
Moving your hair aside, he places a gentle kiss on your shoulder, and a ragged breath leaves your lips. Soon, his mouth latches on the delicate skin of your neck and collarbone, and you throw your head back, his chest pressed against your back preventing you from falling backwards.
This, the feeling of his lips, this, you know. This is something familiar and you slowly begin to relax in his arms, the memory of his hot breath on your bare throat and the bruised skin from his ministrations when you once skipped school and hid under the bleachers playing in the back of your mind.
“Eddie,” you whisper his name and he repeats yours like a prayer against your skin.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so beautiful,” he suddenly breathes out, his hand gliding upwards to cup the side of your face, the tip of his thumb stroking along your cheekbone.
You twist your neck to catch his gaze and rub your nose against his cheek.
“So beautiful,” he echoes and his other hand snakes around your waist to roam over your stomach.
Every now and then, his fingers bump into a cute little bow on your knickers and even though they never venture farther down, the tingling sensation they send to your core is enough for you to feel the first signs of wetness between your legs.
“You remind me of a guitar,” he suddenly muses matter-of-factly as his palms caress the line of your hips and you quirk an eyebrow at him, taken aback by the unexpected comparison.
“Really?” you manage to ask despite the lump in your throat.
“Uh-huh,” he hums and sweeps the back of his fingers across your stomach as if strumming the instrument. The touch is so light and gentle like butterfly wings fluttering and you’re sure it would make you giggle if you weren’t so damn aroused. Instead, a fresh wave of juices floods your core.
You’re so caught up in the feeling of his hands on your skin that it takes you a few seconds to register him whispering into your ear.
“You have this very cute birthmark, here,” Eddie comments as his fingers dance at a dark spot of your skin near your hip and the puff of his hot breath on your ear tickles. You squirm slightly, but he doesn’t give you a chance to recover before he draws your earlobe between his lips, sucking and nibbling on it with determination as his palms relentlessly explore your body. Pushing your hand through his hair, your fingers lace into his curls and he moans around your skin. When he gives the delicate flesh a gentle bite, you grasp a handful of his hair and eagerly tug at his locks, desperate for more.
Releasing the earlobe from his mouth with a soft smack of his lips, Eddie pauses and takes a deep breath, oblivious to your silent pleas. With measured movements, he untangles your fingers from his hair and grabs your hand that had somehow found its way to his thigh. At first, your brows furrow in confusion, your hazy thoughts growing more and more unsure of where this is going, scared that he’s changed his mind. But your worries dissipate just as quickly as they appeared when he brings your hands to your bra-covered breasts.
“Can you feel it? Can you feel how wonderful your body is under my touch?” Guiding your palms, he weaves his fingers through yours and squeezes your breasts, eliciting a soft moan from your mouth.
The bra proves to have very little purpose as you feel your nipples turning hard and tender through the material, and you release a soft whine every time Eddie’s thumbs brush over them.
You arch your back and relish the sensation until his hands drift away and you gasp at the loss of the touch.
“May I?” he asks instead, and you note the audible gulp in his throat as his fingers wander across your back and along the hem of your bra. You had not taken things this far before and a shiver runs down your spine.
“Yes, please,” you reply, glad that your voice sounds more confident than you feel at this moment.
He fumbles with the fastening for only a short time before sliding the straps from your shoulders. Once the bra gets thrown on the floor, his warm palms, without hesitation, make their way back to your breasts, cupping and squeezing. When his deft fingers shift to pinch your nipples, you can’t stop the need to roll your hips, grinding against him, and you feel a thrill of pure joy as his cock responds to the pressure, thin layers of your knickers and his boxers the only obstacle between your bodies. You repeat the motion on purpose, rubbing yourself against his lap and the now-familiar twitch that greets you in return conjures up a wide grin on your face.
“You little minx,” he hides his smirk into your hair and grabs your hands again, placing them back on your breasts.
Your chest starts heaving rapidly as he fondles the sensitive flesh, his fingers never stopping in their movements while he watches over your shoulder, his cheek pressed to yours until you both breathe heavily in tandem.
“So, fucking, hot,” he grunts into your ear and his grip over your hands tightens with every word.
Shifting the direction of his strokes, he leads your interlocked hands to the curve of your stomach, your hips and your arse, and you’re certain the damp patch on your knickers is growing larger by the second. You cannot resist the urge to rub your thighs together and it’s his turn to push his groin against the small of your back, finding momentary relief.
“Remember two weeks ago, when I got a detention?” Eddie asks, his question clearly rhetoric, as he does not wait for your reply. “I didn’t know the answer to Mr Kaminsky’s question, hell I didn’t even know what he was asking, ‘cos I was too busy ogling your arse.”
“You weren’t,” you retort weakly and gasp when a heated stroke of your combined hands runs over a particularly sensitive part of your skin, causing tingles that start at your toes and travel up through your veins to spread into every particle of your body.
“I totally was. It was impossible not to stare when you’d worn those pretty jeans. Don’t know what he was thinking when he didn’t allow us to be in the same lab group and forced us to sit separately. Just gave me a better vantage point.”
You chuckle at that but the sound that leaves your lips comes out more like a whimper, your arousal growing stronger and stronger.
“Oh, I love this, look how pretty this is,” he exclaims after a while of silence filled only with your heavy breathing, and his fingertips wander to your sides.
Wetting your lips and blinking a few times to collect yourself, you drop your head and let your eyes trace the path of Eddie’s hands. It takes you a moment to figure out what he is talking about, but eventually you draw in a shuddering breath when you realise he’s caressing your stretchmarks.
“It looks like a lightning bolt on your skin, that’s so cool,” Eddie reflects with fascination and runs his fingers along the light lines that meander over your skin and fade around the edges. “Or maybe like tree branches,” he muses after a beat.
He can easily picture small bright leaves and blossoms growing from the twining lines and he wonders if you would allow him to paint them on your skin in watercolours. You would lie on your side in his bed, naked, your hip turning into a canvas, and he would dip his brush in bright colours and smear the vibrant shades across your skin to create a masterpiece. Come to think of it, as he holds you in his arms, your body yearning and longing, he knows you’re a work of art already.
The more he inspects the skin on your sides, the clearer the idea that is being formed in his head gets. For the last few months, he’d been contemplating various designs for his next tattoo, and the image of similar streaks in dark ink adorning his side is quick to exhilarate him as a small smile plays on his lips.
“What?” he asks when he catches you watching him intently.
“Nothing,” you offer in reply and feel a similar tug at the corners of your mouth.
Instead, you capture Eddie’s lips with yours and kiss him till you’re both breathless, muffling moans in each other’s mouths. He moves to kneel down on the floor and you willingly spread your legs for him, welcoming him in your warm embrace as you run your hands through his hair and claw at his back.
“Eddie,” you whisper and the tense edge to your voice makes him deepen the kiss, his tongue relentless in your mouth. Once you, feeling rather light-headed, tear away from him to take in great gulps of air, his lips travel down your body, over your throat and collarbones to your chest. He lays open-mouthed kisses along your sternum, leaving a wet trail in his wake. He doesn’t hesitate to use the opportunity and shifts his attention to one of your breasts, his tongue lapping across the nipple and circling it with his tongue before he wraps his lips around it. Sucking with fervour, he brings his hand to your chest and cups the other breast. When his hand starts kneading the soft flesh, you can’t help but rub your damp knickers against his stomach, the friction only causing more wetness pooling in your throbbing pussy that begs for more attention.
No longer physically able to draw out the anticipation, Eddie moves farther down, kissing across your stomach, and sits on his heels, his teeth running along the hem of your knickers as his palms caress your sides. Soon enough, he drops his hands from your hips to grip the underside of your thighs and drags you to the edge of the bed.
Leaning back, you brace yourself on your forearms and lift your hips so that Eddie can hook his fingers in the waistband of your knickers and tug them down your legs. Once he’s tossed the piece of material aside, his hands return to your body and he palms the back of your calves, his fingers moving tantalisingly up and down your skin. He kisses your inner knee only to chuckle when an embarrassingly desperate whimper escapes your mouth at the unexpected touch.
Through hooded eyes, you watch as his fingers slide higher up your legs and dig into the flesh of your thighs. He looks up and studies your face intently as his palms apply gentle, yet persistent pressure to your skin. Willingly, you slowly spread your thighs for him, not daring to breathe.
Your mouth goes dry when he drops his gaze to your pussy that aches to be touched, and his eyes darken with lust.
“Gorgeous,” he whispers and it takes you by surprise how low his voice has turned.
His tongue darting out, Eddie wets his lips and skates the nails of his left hand up your thigh until you release a soft gasp as his touch comes to a halt right at your entrance. His movements are slow and you note the slight tremble that accompanies them.
Finally, he runs his fingers through your folds, and you suck in a sharp breath because even though his hands were warm, they could hardly match with the heat of your pulsating pussy and the rings he’s always wearing amplify the sensation of the contrast. Spreading the wetness, he stares in absolute bewilderment at how you react to his touch, your walls spasming around thin air. No longer able to resist the urge, you raise your legs and dig your heels to the edge of the mattress to give you the necessary leverage, and you push your hips up in a desperate attempt to seek more pressure. His fingertips find your clit and you can’t help but grip the bedspread and ball your hands into fists.
“You’re really like a guitar, aren’t you?” he chuckles and rhythmically massages the bundle of nerves, making you see stars behind your eyes. “Just the right press of my fingers,” he applies more pressure, causing you to let out a drawn-out moan, “and you sing.”
A soft sob rips out of your throat.
“Eddie, please. More,” you beg, not bothered by how hopeless and pathetic you must sound. All you know is that you want more, that you need more. More pressure, more fingers, more everything.
Being the pleaser that he is, at least when it comes to you, he readily obliges and works his forefinger into your wet hole. Your toes curling, you gasp and throw your head back, flinching when the crown of your head hits the wall behind you. But the pain pulsing to your ears is easily forgotten as it’s suppressed by the waves of pleasure growing at a fast rate between your legs.
Carefully, Eddie adds another finger and the burning sensation of your entrance stretching to accommodate the unfamiliar width has you clenching your jaw and whimpering through gritted teeth.
It’s all so much and not enough at the same time.
When you think you’ve got accustomed to the feel of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked pussy, you force yourself to open your eyes, breathing heavily.
The vision in front of you – his right hand gripping your thigh tightly, his eyes trained on your cunt swallowing his fingers again and again, and his tongue stuck out in concentration – sends a shiver down your spine and settles in the pit of your stomach, causing more juices to flow freely out of you, coating Eddie’s fingers. His eyelids flutter when he breathes you in.
He catches you staring and gives you the most shameless grin that you’ve ever seen in return. Not dropping your gaze, he leans over and swipes his tongue in a broad stripe from the place where his fingers are buried deep inside you all the way to your swollen clit. You shudder and he repeats the movement, collecting your arousal on his tongue and spreading it all over your folds. He reaches your clit again and starts flicking his tongue, which makes your eyes roll back in your head as you once again start moaning uncontrollably.
He licks and sucks inexpertly, testing and exploring with his tongue, and his eyes stay fixed on your face, scanning it for every minuscule reaction. When the graze of his teeth meets the sensitive skin of your cunt and you wince, he’s quick to pull away and apologise, mumbling a soft ‘sorry’ with every gentle stroke of his tongue that readily soothes the delicate skin.
You feel your orgasm steadily approaching and your heart starts beating hard against your chest. Upping the tempo, Eddie’s solely focused on you and your pleasure and when a desperate ‘yes, please, just like that’, repeated like a mantra between gasps and moans, falls from your lips, he gladly obeys, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking hard.
Trashing from side to side on the bed, you yelp when one of your legs slips on the duvet and you hear something fall from the bed, but Eddie’s quick to grab the ankle to drape your leg over his shoulder. This way, he buries his face deeper between your legs and you don’t hesitate to appreciate the opportunity this angle gives you as you dig your heel into his back, urging him on and eliciting a sweet grunt muffled into the crevices of your cunt.
“I’m so close,” you manage to breathe out, your eyebrows knitted in concentration, and with a flick of his wrist and his lips firmly wrapped around your sensitive spot Eddie sends you over the edge. Your thighs buckling, you arch your back and cry out his name, the surge of warmth between your legs matching the fire that licks at your skin. Waves of pleasure rush through your veins and you shake uncontrollably, every nerve ending tingling as your juices trickle down from your pulsating cunt and he’s there to catch everything with his tongue.
After a few moments of fighting to catch your breath, you slowly open your eyes and swallow hard around thin air, suddenly aware of the parched feeling in your throat. There’s an unfamiliar pain in your fingers as you unclench them from around the crinkled bedspread and you feel pins and needles in your foot that’s stayed glued to the bed.
Slightly trembling, you prop yourself up on your arms and look at the man between your legs.
Eddie is resting his cheek on your inner thigh, licking his fingers clean, and his face lights up when he meets your gaze. Giving your clit one last gentle suck that makes you squirm, he releases it with a smack of his lips and smirks up at you, your arousal glistening on his face. He looks so smug, and you can’t help but smile and shake your head before you rake your fingers through his hair and tip his chin up so you can bend down and give him a long, deep kiss.
You moan as the taste of your release hits your tongue and Eddie raises himself up on his knees, chasing your lips. The kiss is sloppy, lazy and urgent at the same time, and when you feel a firm bulge pressed against your thigh, you can’t help but run your hands all over his chest, your fingers splayed so that every part of his skin is paid its due attention until your hands drop down to his waist, pausing briefly to dig your nails into his sides and then sinking farther down.
Slipping your hand beneath the elastic of his boxers, you palm at his erection, experimentally sliding your hand up and down his length. Lips parted, you move your hand in determined strokes and can’t resist the amazement at the contrast under your touch; the silky, delicate skin gliding against the thick hardness of his cock.
He’s hot and heavy in your hand and when you trace the prominent veins with your fingers and you thumb at the slit to spread precum all over the head, Eddie muffles his groans into the crook of your neck.
“Stop, stop, stop,” he mumbles and takes several deep breaths through his nose as he nuzzles into you. You can’t resist the urge to give his erection one last gentle squeeze before your palms make their way back to his waist and you move your mouth to suck at the hollow of his throat. “I need you,” he whispers and leans back to eye you hungrily.
Your lips meet in a searing kiss, and without breaking the contact he nudges you to lie down on your bed. You let out a breathless shriek and tighten your arms around his shoulders, almost biting down on his lips when you feel a hard jut of plastic cassette boxes prod your back.
“Careful!” Eddie calls out and holds you upright with one of his arms so that he can slip his hand under your back to seize the few cassettes he was inspecting earlier and place them on the floor, right next to the headphones that tumbled down earlier. You start giggling, having no clue how you could fail to notice the colourful covers on your bedspread. To be fair, when Eddie’s got you in his arms, it’s quite hard to focus on anything but him.
He joins in your laughter, the lines around his eyes deepening as he gives you a cheerful grin, gently massaging your back with his warm palms before he shuffles to carefully set you down on the mattress.
Lifting himself up on all fours, he crawls over you and your hands roam his torso and arms, mapping his tattoos and sending jolts of pleasure across his skin. You push his boxers down with your heels as far as the garment will go until it gets stuck around his ankles. Unceremoniously kicking the boxers away, Eddie pins you underneath him, pressing his hard cock against your pussy and every thought that you could possibly have at this moment flies out of your head. It’s only the feeling of his stiff length sliding between your folds as he covers himself in your dripping juices that becomes the sole focus of your mind.
You open your eyes, only now realising that you must have shut them in pure ecstasy at some point, and beam up at Eddie. He’s gorgeous, hovering over you, his own gaze trained on you as his curls frame his beautiful face. You’re aware of the restless fluttering in your stomach as the significance of this moment dawns on you, but you can’t bring yourself to give it control over your absolute happiness.
Suddenly, your smile slightly drops when you realise something’s missing. You look around, searching for a condom like it would appear if only you looked hard enough.
“I don’t have–”
“I do,” he cuts you off and you glance up at him. His cheeks and ears turn dark pink as he blushes profusely. “Erm, this is kinda embarrassing.” He slowly sucks in a breath and gives you an apologetic look. “Shit. Okay, so I didn’t want to presume things or anything, really, but you know what they say about proms. And I just thought that maybe, just maybe, something might happen, one thing leads to another, and it’s better to be safe than sorry. But still. I probably shouldn’t have. But then I imagined what could theoretically happen and…”
Your heart soars, so full of pure adoration as your smile steadily grows, your eyes glinting with amusement.
“So yeah,” he shakes his head, “I just, you know, wanted to be ready, like the ‘in case of emergency, break glass’ kinda situation. Well, that’s a really shit metaphor, no wait, a simile, right? See, I pay attention when you’re tutoring me,” he adds with a grin that only widens when you snort out a laugh that threatened to burst out at any point during his speech. “Anyway!” he exclaims and chuckles a bit. “To answer your unspoken question. Yes, I do have a condom.”
There’s a slightly higher pitch notable in his voice and his fingers drum restlessly against your pillow. He's clearly just as nervous as you are, you think to yourself and smile at him gently.
“Thank you for taking it with you tonight,” you say and tilt your chin to give him a soft, lingering kiss.
You get your legs that are locked around his waist to loosen enough so that he can lean over the edge of the bed to pull out a wallet from his trousers and dig in it for a short while. You stare as the muscles in his arms flex and when you catch a glimpse of not one, but several square wrappers in his wallet, you feel a flush of warmth spreading across your cheeks, the heat matching the slow burn of lust and anticipation smouldering between your legs.
Biting your lips, you cannot tear your eyes away as Eddie opens the wrapper and rolls the condom down his length. He hisses at the slide of his hands on him, not denying himself a few measured strokes. You breathe heavily, your gaze fixed on him, and a soft whimper escapes your lips when he drags the tip of his cock along your slit.
Slowly leaning over you, he pushes himself into your tight pussy and the feeling of his throbbing length stretching your walls makes you throw your head back and moan out his name.
The hot wetness engulfs his cock and Eddie squints his eyes in pure bliss. He had yearned to make love to you for so long, but the feeling of your bodies pressed together in the most intimate and delicious way far exceeds all his expectations. You’re so warm and pliant under his touch and although he’s not sure what he has done in this or any other life to deserve someone so incredible just as you are, one thing he knows is that he never wants to let go.
He swears, his breath fanning your face, but the rush of blood in your ears drowns his words and all you can do is let out a drawn-out ‘fuck’ as you struggle to get used to the girth of his cock buried deep inside you. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, your brows contorted as you squeeze your thighs and dig your nails into his back. Your mind turns into a jumbled mess while you battle to navigate through all the feelings that curse through your veins. To restore order in them, you concentrate on the beating of his heart against your chest, grateful that he’s giving you the needed time to recover.
After a while, Eddie props himself up on his slightly shaking arms and brushes your hair from your forehead to study your face.
“Are you okay?”
Your palms slide to the back of his neck, and you feel the muscles under your touch, tense and taut with the effort to stay still like that, even though all he wants to do is snap his hips into you over and over again.
“I’m good, it’s just…” Almost too much, you want to add but take a deep breath instead. “It’s okay.”
“You sure?”
“Uh-huh.” Your chest is heaving and you make yourself meet his beautiful brown eyes that are looking down at you with great care as you give him a reassuring smile. Despite a slight shaking you can’t quite keep back, your fingers move to ghost over his jaw and protruding chin, and you let him rest his forehead against yours.
Raising your legs, you cross your ankles and dig your heels into his buttocks to encourage him to move, and the way your walls clench around him makes him bottom out, his lips meeting yours in a kiss once again.
Eddie’s thrusts are slow, deep, just like the tender swipes of his tongue in your mouth and when he shifts his weight to his forearms and grabs your hand in his, your fingers intertwining, you feel yourself getting lost in the immense pleasure.
You bring your free hand to his back to scratch your nails over it, your fingertips digging into the flesh between his shoulder blades, which sends a bolt of buzzing excitement right to his cock, making him even harder than before. With your attention spurring him on, you feel yourself being pushed towards the headboard with every roll of his hips, sliding across the soft material of your bedspread. You quickly find the rhythm that works for both of you as you lift your hips to meet his thrust with just as much fervour as he pours into his movements.
Sucking on his full bottom lip, you smile when he whispers into your mouth.
“You feel good?”
The tug at the corner of your mouth intensifies. Silly boy, concerned for you even when his kisses swallow down every tiny whimper of your excitement and your walls keep constricting around him.
“I feel…” your sentence gets interrupted by a soft moan spilling from your lips as his cock hits just the right spot, “amazing,” you answer truthfully and grin at him, your heart pounding loudly against your chest.
“Me too, baby,” Eddie beams and dives back for another passionate kiss, his hips snapping relentlessly into your fast-increasing wetness. Clenching around his cock, you hum against his lips, letting yourself be washed by waves after waves of absolute bliss and when you note the signs of a strong orgasm building up, you’re determined to chase that high, tearing your hand from Eddie’s back and pushing it down his arse cheek as you grab on the flesh to urge him to add even more force into his thrusts.
Instead, he does the exact opposite and a loud, frustrated groan is ripped from your throat as the rolls of his hips lose their vigour and slow down, your climax ebbing away.
“Sorry,” Eddie whispers although his expression lacks any kind of remorse, and you pout at him. When he catches your annoyed expression, he smiles and places a small kiss on the tip of your nose, his hand clasped in yours squeezing your fingers. “I don’t wanna cum just yet…”
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you narrow your eyes. “I swear to God, Eddie, if this is some joke that I don’t get…”
“No, no,” he chuckles and you feel your racing heart calm down as he rubs small circles against the back of your hand. “The thing is when I was imagining you–”
“Wait, you were imagining me?” you interrupt him, slightly perplexed, “Like this?”
“Of course I was,” Eddie blinks in disbelief, “a million times at least.” Shaking his head, he strokes the frown that has formed between your brows and caresses your cheeks. He dips his head and claims your lips before he drags his mouth along your jaw, leaving a wet trail in his wake.
“But in those fantasies,” he continues, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he pulls at your earlobe with his teeth, “you were riding me.”
Your breath hitches as you involuntarily squeeze your thighs around his hips, the movement making both of you release a soft gasp.
“What do you think?” he says and quirks his eyebrows.
Instead of providing a verbal response, your lips curl up in a smile. You plant your palms on his chest and push slightly to make him roll on his back, his face lit up in excitement. It takes a bit of manoeuvring since your bed is too narrow for two people to fit easily and as you and Eddie shift this way and that, an occasional scowl followed by laughter escapes your mouths every time you accidentally poke or kick at each other.
Finally upright and on your knees, you throw your leg over and straddle him as his hands land on your hips, his cold rings soothing your heated skin with every gentle caress of his palms.
You can’t help but pause for a short moment to admire the man lying under you. Eddie’s cheeks are flushed, and you tilt your head as you let your gaze trace the pink blush spreading to his ears. It’s a strange feeling at first to see him lying in your bed with his curls fanned over your pillow, but it’s a feeling that puts a big smile on your face and warms your heart.
His lips parted and eyes hooded with lust, he watches you intently and doesn’t break the eye contact even when you lay your hands on his chest, the touch light enough to give you the freedom to slide your palms all over his skin, but firm enough for him to feel the intensity of your need to caress every part of him within your reach.
When you run your fingers through the soft hair below his navel, Eddie shudders.
No longer wasting your time, you grab his cock and position it at your entrance, and then you’re sinking down, the motion painstakingly slow as you want to prolong the breathtaking sensation of his hard length pushing your walls apart, which makes your eyelashes flutter in bliss.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie grunts and digs his fingers into your sides as you arch your back and your breath stutters in your throat. Lost in pleasure, your eyes snap shut and you savour the moment as you give in to the feel of being so deliciously filled. A new rush of heat burns inside you and it’s like hot flames are licking all over your skin.
Eventually, you open your eyes again to meet his gaze and press your palms to his chest for balance so that you can draw yourself up only to slide down his cock again. And again, and again.
“You look so beautiful, fuck.” He lets out a shaky, hard exhale and raises his hands to fondle your breasts, lightly at first and then harder, causing you to bite down on your lower lip as you bounce on his length. All you can do is release breathless moans and keep your hips rocking over him, the wet sounds of your lovemaking filling your ears, and it’s the most wonderful sound you’ve ever heard.
Eddie wants to tell you so much more, he wants to whisper the dirtiest things that come to his mind but all words die somewhere in his throat as the pleasure wins him over. He must be dreaming, he’s sure of it, but the warmth of your skin under his touch proves to him how incredibly real you are as he skims his hands down your sides to let his fingers dance along your thighs, only to slide them up your arms and settle them on your breasts again.
Over the time since he found you in the bathroom, the afternoon sun that illuminates your bedroom has come nearer to the horizon and now he watches you in bewilderment as you ride him, every beautiful curve within his reach, and the brilliant orange hues of the setting sun make your body glow. If it’s not a dream, then why do you look like a goddess?
Hips undulating, you feel your thighs burning with exertion but you just can’t give a damn. You slip your hand between your bodies and whimper when your fingertips brush over the bundle of nerves. The precipice of orgasm that you felt a few moments ago returns in full force and it takes you by surprise as it has built up embarrassingly faster than before, the tingle crawling all over your skin and the slickness coating your fingers. Your movements falter as you choke out a moan and Eddie takes no time to grab a handful of your arse, his grip tight, and he meets your thrusts.
You screw your eyes shut, your climax right at your fingertips and when you feel his fingers joining yours as he starts rubbing your clit frantically, sending jolts after jolts of unadulterated pleasure to your core, the orgasm rips through your body and you crash over the edge.
With a wild scream, you collapse down on his chest, shaking uncontrollably and breathing hard as your throbbing pussy spasms around his hardness over and over again. Eddie holds you in his arms while you cling to him in pure ecstasy, his hips thrusting up as he pants hard and drives his cock deep into your dripping cunt, drawing out the pleasure that curses through your veins to the point of near agony before his hold on you tightens and he finally cums with a strong groan rumbling in his chest, his cock twitching in tandem with spasms of your aftershocks.
You both hiss when Eddie pulls out and soon enough, you feel the sticky mess from between your legs smearing across his stomach. Limbs heavy, you’re too exhausted to care, or to move for that matter, and you let him drape your languid body against his side so that his hands can worm their way towards his crotch and make quick work of the condom.
For a few moments, you both just lie there, absolutely spent as you feel the ripples of pleasure pulse all over your body, sweat drying on your heated skin.
“Holy shit,” you breathe out when you get confident enough that your voice won’t break and you turn to beam at Eddie.
“Right?” he grins, his eyes darting to yours, and he makes a happy noise as the absolute bliss painted all over your features doesn’t go unnoticed.
Keeping your eyes trained on his face, you lift one of your arms and run your fingers along the ridge of his nose. You crack a smile when he squints his eyes because your feather-light touch tickles him. He grasps your hand and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles before he turns to face you and brings his lips to yours, his arms wrapping around your waist so that he can rub your back. The kiss is slow as he sucks on your lower lip and then gently licks at it, a wide grin spreading across his cheeks that matches your overjoyed smile. Deepening the kiss, you hum in contentment as his tongue explores your mouth before his hold around you tightens and you burrow your face to the crook of his neck, both of you dozing off for a few minutes.
Then, his voice stirs you from your sleep.
“Wait.”
“What?” you ask and chuckle as you catch his eyes bulging out in shock.
“I wanted to give you something!” he exclaims and frowns at the pile of his clothes.
“You didn’t have to bring me anything,” you reply but he’s clearly not listening, too deep in his thoughts.
“Shit, I left it in my van. Uhm…” He looks around, his brows furrowed. Pecking your lips in a brief kiss, he jumps to his feet and retrieves his shirt and boxers from the lump of clothes, hastily putting them on.
You stare in a daze, confused about what’s gotten into him as he slides his arms into the white shirt and pulls up his boxers. The only thing you know is that you miss his warmth in your bed.
When he’s done, he raises his finger and gives you a stern look. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Where would I– Eddie?!” you call out his name but he’s already gone.
With the lingering excitement buzzing all over his skin, he skips every other step to fly down the stairs, almost tripping over his own feet.
He swings the car door open and dives into the passenger’s seat to rummage through the glove compartment. His face lights up when he finds what he’s been looking for and with a loud bang he closes the van again. His smile freezes slightly when he catches sight of an elderly lady knitting on the front porch of the next-door house staring at him with wide eyes. Suddenly aware of his half-naked appearance, he blushes and lifts his arm in greeting, to which he gets no response, before he scurries off back to your house.
Shutting the bedroom door behind himself, he slams his back against it and gives you an apologetic look, his eyebrows raised.
“Erm, I think your neighbour just saw me,” he says and waves in the general direction of the street.
“Really?” you giggle and Eddie lets out a relieved sigh, only now realising how worried he was that he’d somehow screwed things up. “Wait, could it be Mrs Lewis?” you ponder out loud as you toss a few tissues into a small bin, having used the opportunity to clean yourself up while Eddie was gone, and you take a seat on your bed again.
“We didn’t exactly have time to introduce ourselves,” he grins and twirls his hair.
“Don’t worry,” you laugh. “She spotted me last week when I was sneaking out for our date and didn’t tell on me.”
“Good,” Eddie smiles and withdraws from the door, closing the distance. He kneels in front of you on the floor and you shamelessly sneak your hands through the gap of his open shirt and rest them on his sides, exhaling a soft sigh when the scent of him and the familiar warmth of his skin enthrals your senses. He weaves his fingers through yours and delicately takes your hand. “Here, I’ve got this for you.”
A gentle smile playing on your lips, you’re too busy studying his face, watching the way the wrinkles around his eyes deepen as he holds your gaze, the way his eyelashes flutter when he casts down his eyes, and the way his tongue pokes out as he ties something around your wrist. Reluctantly, you tear your gaze away from his beautiful face to see what it is.
“Eddie,” you breathe out and swallow down tears that have welled up in your eyes.
It’s a corsage with small crimson rose buds and thin dark blue ribbons, and you realise it matches both his jacket and your dress. That explains why about a week ago Dustin was all of a sudden very much interested in your plans for the prom, asking you all kinds of questions. Although you remained suspicious, in the end you ascribed his odd behaviour to his own excitement of an upcoming junior prom. If only you’d known…
“Thank you,” you whisper and wrap your arms around Eddie, embracing him in a heartfelt hug and squeezing tight. He holds you just as close and his palms rub soothing circles over your back. It doesn’t take too long for your lips to meet, and you rejoice at the tingling sensation across your skin that a mere brush of his lips creates as the air buzzes with electricity.
“Shall we dance?” he questions after a while and bends his head to catch your eye.
“There’s no music playing,” you giggle, leaning back to meet his gaze.
“As if that would stop us,” he chuckles, but turns around, shuffling through the cassettes still lying next to your bed until he finds the one he was looking for. He moves over to your desk and his eyes momentarily fall on your camera. He makes a mental note to take a bunch of pictures later so that he can start his own collection of your photographs. But for now all he wants to do is dance with you. Without further ado, he places the cassette in an empty slot of your stereo, slightly fast-forwards it and hits the ‘play’ button.
The sound of drums and synthesizers fills the space and Eddie holds out his hand, which you gladly take with a wide smile on your face.
Spinning you under his arm, he pulls you in and starts gently swaying from side to side to the slow rhythm of the song. One of your hands that rests on his shoulder creeps up to rub the back of his neck and play with his curls, which earns you a happy grin from him as he squeezes your other hand clasped in his palm. You feel safe and treasured in his arms despite the lack of clothes and you can’t help but raise yourself on your tiptoes to close your eyes and kiss him, lost in the taste of his lips, the warmth of his embrace, the scent of his skin and the swell of the music.
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x you#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things x reader#stranger things#smut#fluff#vee writes#*mine#my thanks go to bluesfortheredj for the song rec thank you my love!
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What are your fav joel dbf/bfd fics? Asking for a friend
hello non! sure i can recommend a couple of them to your friend 😌
i haven’t read too many joel bfd fics. in fact if anyone has recommendions for both me and this non i mean this non’s friend then please drop them below 🤍
here’s some of my dbf! joel faves
a lesson in condom sense and morning cardio by @joeloverture
your summer dream and in my hometown by @swiftispunk
best kept secret by @joelscurls
Texas Hold ‘Em by @sweetercalypso
Candy Girl by @kiwisbell (this one isn’t labeled as dbf! but joel is reader’s father’s friend and it’s really good so it’s a rec for sure)
these are just a few that come to mind, there’s so many amazing fics out there and i’m on a mission to try and read more of them!
***please heed all author tags and warnings!
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