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tearsonthemoons · 4 months

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Talk to me - part one

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Warning: (none) pure fluff.

Pairing: Finnick Odair x chubby reader

promt: You've always liked finnick odair, even before his reaping. while running into him while headed to the district market, you discover just how intense he makes you feel. (Multiple part story with a thick plot line.)

Finnick Odair, every girl in every districts boy crush, including mine.

My unfair advantage came with my look, I wasn't exactly what people would see as beautiful, quite the opposite of sex appeal. Though now it really is hard to be considered something appealing to the capital's eyes, or a handsome boy in our district. Finnick couldn't relate, he’s what every boy wants to look like and what every girl wants to get their hands on.

I had fallen victim of his charm.

I was a tough girl though, I never let boys get in the way. Then again, I’ve never ran into a situation where i needed to try and prevent this either.

I have never been chased by a boy, never desired. I'm not a capital jewel, or even a pretty district girl. Somehow even being short of food, my body seemed bigger than the average girl in my district, or any district. I have larger arms, wider hips, and my thighs weren't small by any means either, I never do feel ashamed of my body, It's not like i'll be showing it off to anyone.

"Y/n?" I heard my mother call, interrupting my thoughts. I'm sure she was just planning to send to into the town to sell off her pearls for something to put on the table. I was already lacing up my boots in preparation for the 3 miles of walking i'd have to do.

I walk down the hall and greet my tired mother with a small peck on the cheek. "On it." I say pushing through our faulty door and heading my usual direction into the town.

With each step I took through the forest on the patchy trial, Finnick was in my mind, Though he had won the hunger games for our district at only 14, he’s never failed to come back home from his capitol "duties", Were older now though, no longer teenagers, he has more freedom of where he calls home. I never knew finnick well enough to talk about him in depth, unless it was about his alluring looks anyways. In school he was typically pulling pranks on other students and teachers, but he never did get in trouble, It was probably his manners, he was always kind, despite being a little wild.

I remember being 12 years old, walking this same path home, only I had company, with this kind boy, finnick, no particular reason, he just happened to be talking my ear off the whole time, whether it was about fish he could catch, or how he liked the color of my hair. I enjoyed his presence, He only did walk with me a few more time after that, I wasn't too cooperative to the talking part, I never even told him my true name, "What's your name then?" he said, I smiled, and that was all. Then all of a sudden I was "Bugs".

I sure it was because of my beetle charm, but he never did specify why he had called me this.

By the time these thoughts had consumed my mind, I was a but over halfway there, passing my old school already, each step crushed with the sounds of leafs. It was chilly out, the wind was blowing my hair in my face, I was thankful for the scarf my mother made me wear on my way. The crunching of the leafs were soothing my ears. Until I began to hear the crunches follow behind me. Who was there? was I being followed? robbed? I came to a quick turn expecting to be frightened, but to my surprise, the blonde headed boy who was in my thoughts all this time was following behind me.

what was finnick doing here?

I headed a bit towards him, a friendly smile was on his face, or maybe a devious smirk, I really couldn't tell. "Hey there." he said taking steps closer to me, I was able to identify his smile, it was devious.

I almost didn't respond to him like I didn't all those years ago, but his greeting was to alluring to avoid. My heart nearly left my chest, "Hi" I said with a smile back. All I could manage to get out was that before I turned around keeping myself on my same path to my destination, still being slightly ahead of him.

I heard him speed up a bit to walk beside me, his tall and broad frame next to me was enough to understand why so many girls wanted him. Handsome is all I can say. "Headed to town?" he said turning his body to mine, still keeping the same pace as before. a smile on his face as he looked at me. "Yes, trading pearls for my mother." I said holding out the pretty pearl in my hand for him to see. It was strange having finnick odair, capitals charmer walking with me into the town, but then again, we've called the same place home for years, it's not like he's lost or anything.

"Pretty pearls you got their Bug." he said with a slight giggling placing the pearl back into my hand, I stopped in my tracks realizing he had recognized me. Why did he recognize me? Some random girl that ignored him on his way home from school? It wasn't adding up and I tried to piece it together shooting him a puzzled look. "You remember me?" I said with a near stutter in my voice, furrowing my brows a bit more as he shared a chuckle out loud, his smile lines complimenting his oddly white teeth.

"Hmm" he said turning to walk again, "How could I forget that pretty hair." he said with another laugh, It was almost sarcastic. even if he was being sarcastic, at least he remembered me, because he's been stuck in my mind since I first formed my crush on him at only 12. I turn and continue to walk with him, a few moments of silence and crunching leafs consume my ears. I was waiting for him to talk to me again, or think of something I could say to him, but it was just quite, aside from his little whistle he kept repeating.

"I'm going to donate my fish to the market today, join me?" he said as we took our last few steps into the town, It was a relief he had invited me, though I had things to do, I'm sure a few more minutes in the towns wouldn't uphold my mother's dinner plan to much. besides, what harm could a nice even with Finnick do?

I can't help but smile a bit, bringing his face to look at mine. "Why not." I say following him further. Surely a few more minutes with him wouldn't delay my mother's dinner plans to terribly.

We make our final approaching steps reaching an old ladies market, she typically trade shiny goods for meats, but Finnick wasn't trading, just offering. "Here you are lilith." he said placing what seemed to be a small bag of trouts in front of the old lady, her hands were shaking as she pulled out a shiny locket from her pocket. I had recognized this jewel, She's always had it on displayed, offered to me for food a few times, I was never able to take no matter how pretty I thought it was. I looked back at finnick, a smile on his face as he shook his head at the old woman, for a second I forgot that finnick probably had endless supplies of these pretty lockets. "For free lilith, Keep it." he said closing the locket in her hands, the woman shook her head back at him in response. "Take it dear, there's no harm." she said trying to hand it to him, my eyes were obviously glued to the pretty necklace, but I was distracted enough to see him actually take it from the woman though, I looked over at him, his eyes were darting back and forth from the necklace to my neck.

"Okay lilith, but only for the lady." He said kissing her hand and sharing a soft smile with her. I could feel the warmth of my face forming a pink color on my cheeks, I looked at him not only being so nice to this woman, but receiving me a necklace I've wanted for years. I smile at him as we leave the old women's booth.

"For you." he said holding the necklace up, dangling in front of my eyes, I drank in its golden beauty. "Thank you Finnick." I said gently grabbing it from him, my fingers tracing over the flower detail on the necklace capsule, it was almost shiney enough to see my reflection in it. He had his hands behind his back now, watching me admire it.

"Here, let me." he said taking the necklace back in his hand and walking behind me. I could feel my stomach form knots, tight ones, seeing him disappear behind me, I pulled my longish hair up in my hands, allowing his to go around my neck, gently picking up the other end of the necklace, his hand faintly touching the crook of my neck, It was enough to send shivers now my spine. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck now, I wonder if he could see the goosebumps on my neck. the locket fell down over my scarf, It was beautiful. Finnick was back in front of me with a smile, hands on the base of the locket. "Pretty, isn't it?" he said looking back up at me.

I could tell the seconds of my delayed response nearly made it obvious how I was feeling, his lips being slightly parted and his eyes wide in expression made me want to kiss him. I've never wanted to kiss a boy this way before. I couldn't say anything, just stare. A cough came through his throat interrupting my thoughts. "Here." he said unraveling my scarf from my neck gently, my hair fell onto my shoulders, the necklace falling down decently low, resting right above my chest. "Very pretty." he said smiling quickly before turning away from my face walking towards the direction of another booth, me tagging along. Was he talking about the necklace alone? or the necklace on me? was all that was running through my mind. my scarf was still in his hands, him holding onto it for me. I was swooning, my eyes trying their best to not stare at him.

When we arrive at the booth, I pick up some bread to eat for dinner, the pearl didn't get too much, but this would still feed us. We walk toward the path we took to get here, not saying anything since his compliment to the necklace he got me. I start to walk down the path and notice hes standing still not trying to follow.

"This is where I'm off." he said smiling down at me. A disappointment filled me, Even in silence, I liked spending time with him. "You aren't coming?" I said causing his smile to fade a bit. "Not today." he said slightly defeated. I smile at him, "Thank you." I said with another almost stutter in my voice. "I've always wanted this necklace, thank you finnick." I said, I wanted to give him a hug, something was drawing me to him, but I just sat there not being able to. "I'm glad you like it." he said, his soft laugh teasing at my heart again. We both smile at this, I know I looked like a love smitten fool at this point, like all those pretty district girl would look at him even if he were to just walk by.

"Bye now." I said turning away and walking down the path a few steps more.

"Bye!" he shouted a bit so I would hear him, the smile on my face growing bigger than it has all day, now that I was hidden from his frontal few, I had nothing to try and hide. The walk home was slow and boring, finnicks pretty smile and warm eyes on my mind all the way until I walked through my wooden door.

"You're back late" my mom said receiving the bread from my hands and putting it down on our dining table. The smile hadn't left my face just yet, leaving her to notice it. "What's that about?" she said with a soft grin, nuding my shoulder.

"Nothing important, just ran into an old friend." I said sitting down at the dining table with her, cutting the bread with the knife I had stored away in my jeans.

"Just a friend." I whispered, her eyes on my locket. "Your friend sure does like you if he happened to get you that expensive necklace, that thing could get us all kinds of bread and meat." She said pulling the necklace into her cold hands.

I stopped chewing to look at her again, "Well, this one's not for sale." I said pulling it from her hands, gently holding it in mine. "hm." left her lips, I could tell by the suspicion in her eye's that she might have figured out it wasn't someone I wanted to call a friend.

"We'll seen then." she said smiling while getting up from her chair. "You do need to go back tomorrow anyways." she said.

I didn't respond, only a sense of excitement filling my gut, maybe I would see him again.

Maybe I could truly thank him.

Word count: 3.3k

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nishimura-writes · 6 months

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Coriolanus x Reader Echoes of Fate: PART 1

Paring: Coriolanus x Reader

Warning: Slow burn... REALLY SLOW BURN

Summary: In a surprising turn of events, you find yourself teamed up with Coriolanus Snow as a mentor for Lucy Gray. Although you seek change, your immediate task is to ensure her victory. As you and Snow strive for Lucy's safety, you both embark on a journey of understanding each other, for better or worse…

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: Before we delve into the story, I'd like to clarify a couple of things. Some parts of the narrative will be drawn from the original book, but I've incorporated elements from the 2023 movie adaptation of "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" by Suzanne Collins. It's important to note that all the characters in this story belong to Suzanne Collins, except for you—the reader. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading.

In the winding corridors of the Academy, a place where every whisper seemed to tell a secret, you stood alone. All around you, students moved through the halls, each wrapped up in their own thoughts. The grand staircase, the heart of the Academy, was alive with students, each lost in their private world, as varied and unpredictable as leaves swirling in a wild autumn wind.

Your eyes found Sejanus Plinth. In a crowd dressed mostly in uniform shades, he stood out sharply, his curly hair and tanned skin as distinctive as a bold stroke of colour on a plain canvas.

Today was the day of the Reaping, a day that always felt heavy with fate and uncertainty. The Academy was filled with a quiet tension, the event casting a long shadow over everyone's thoughts. It wasn’t just another day; it was a moment that could change everything.

You walked up to Sejanus, taking his arm to pull him aside, barely noticing the curious looks from others. Today, more than ever, you needed a familiar face, someone who stood out from the rest.

“Plinth, a pleasure as always,” you began with practised ease. “I trust you're faring well in these trying times?”

His reply was cut short by your wandering gaze, your mind elsewhere, haunted by the looming spectre of the Reaping. The hall buzzed with activity, a stark contrast to the solemnity of the districts.

Sejanus' eyes softened, a gesture of understanding. He knew you well, you were afraid. Since defending him from bullies, he had become like a brother to you, a beacon of warmth in the cold Capitol.

You glance around the room, your eyes darting in search of something, anything, to distract you from the weight of the day ahead. With a deep sigh, you fold your arms, unconsciously nibbling on your lip.

The hall buzzes with a mix of faculty, students, and numerous Games officials, who aren't needed for today's initial broadcast. Their formal attire stands in stark contrast to the simpler garb of the district folk. For them, it's a day of grandeur, a significant day to shape the future of Panem.

"I suppose I had to get away. For a moment," you murmur.

"Are you alright?" Sejanus questions, his voice is soft, laced with concern, his eyes searching yours for the truth that lies beneath.

You pause, questioning yourself. Are you really alright? The honest answer would be no, but all you manage is a nod and a forced smile.

"Yes, dear Plinth. Everything's fine."

He looks at you, his eyes searching for the truth.

"You’re not fine."

"I'm managing just fine," You assert, clinging to a semblance of composure.

You're trying to convince both him and yourself, while Sejanus gently probes for your vulnerability. You scan the room, landing on the entrance. Your gaze shifts, seeking a distraction, and finds one as Coriolanus Snow enters the room.

“Look, there’s Snow,” you note, a hint of distraction in your voice.

Sejanus, ever the mediator, remarks with a hint of curiosity,

"I've always wondered why you and Snow don't talk much. Both of you are such good friends of mine."

Your eyes flicker with a mix of confusion and contemplation. Why would Coriolanus Snow, of all people, engage in conversation with you? Such an association could only render him more vulnerable, particularly given his existing friendship with the gentle-hearted Sejanus.

“I've never seen the point in conversing with him. We're both preoccupied with more pressing matters,” you replied dismissively, though Sejanus seemed unconvinced.

Nevertheless, Sejanus, undeterred, gently steers you towards Snow.

"Corio, you remember [Y/N] [L/N], don’t you?"

Snow’s eyes, deep blue and piercing, lock onto yours for a fleeting moment before shifting to Sejanus.

"Of course, we’ve met. But our separate commitments have kept us from further acquaintance. Always a pleasure, Ms. [L/N]."

His words, polite and well-spoken, stirred a complex whirl of emotions deep within you, leaving you with an unsettling mix of curiosity and doubt. They strangely mirror what you had said earlier, almost as if he's unknowingly echoing your thoughts. But the idea that he might have overheard you seems far-fetched. It's probably just a quirky twist of fate, two minds landing on the same note without intention.

You nod, your thoughts a tangled web as you ponder the hidden layers behind his courteous facade. His words, sweet on the surface, felt empty underneath.

Memories from last year fluttered in your mind, about the time you mistook Tigris for being more than just his cousin. It seemed like a silly mix-up now, especially since you hadn't been thinking clearly that night.

"Likewise, Snow," you reply, maintaining a cautious tone.

Snow and Sejanus soon delve into their own discussion, leaving you feeling somewhat lonely. From a distance, you observed them, their shared laughter and knowing glances weaving an invisible barrier, a poignant reminder of the closeness you longed for more but couldn't reach.

The way Snow's eyes lit up at something Sejanus said, the comfortable ease with which Sejanus responded – it was a dance of friendship you could only watch from the sidelines.

Sejanus, ever observant, caught the fleeting look of longing on your face. His eyes met yours across the distance, offering a sympathetic smile, but even this small gesture couldn't bridge the gap.

The ringing of a bell signalled the gathering of students near the dais. Your heart pounded with a mix of fear and resolve. You found your seat beside Sejanus, with Coriolanus close by, and a special section reserved for the mentors.

The mentor section fills up, and the room falls into a hushed anticipation as Dean Casca Highbottom, the mastermind behind the Hunger Games, clumsily commences the mentorship announcements.

“Ho there,” he slurred, brandishing a crumpled paper. “We shall commence with the assignments. Listen closely, if you please.”

His announcement of the pairings provoked a spectrum of reactions—frowns, gasps, excitement, and despair echoed through the hall. When Sejanus’ name was called, his expression turned sorrowful, his distaste for the Games no secret.

The final announcement caused confusion.

“And last, for District Twelve's girl... she shall be mentored by both Coriolanus Snow and [Y/N] [L/N].”

Perplexed, you speak out, your voice tinged with disbelief.

"Sir, there seems to be some error."

Snow's gaze meets yours, reflecting your bewilderment.

Highbottom, adjusting the nonexistent glasses perched on his nose, dismissed your concerns.

“No errors here. Consider yourselves fortunate.”

A sudden realisation hit you - this must be your father's doing. The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. Teaming up with Snow, a star student at the academy, was a smart move for the tribute's survival. Yet, it felt like a chess piece moved by unseen hands. Snow's sharp mind was an asset, but your motives for victory weren't the same. This forced partnership was like a well-crafted play where each actor had their own hidden script.

The room falls into a heavy silence, with murmurs and chatter from the audience gradually dying down as they all turn their attention to the broadcast featuring Lucy Gray Baird.

A sense of scrutiny washes over you, and you look to your right, locking eyes with none other than Coriolanus Snow. His expression tells a story of deep disappointment. You can't help but admire his composure, which stands in stark contrast to how most honour students might react, with tantrums and chaos.

Lucy Gray, a character of intrigue, has undoubtedly left a lasting impression. Her audacious act of placing a lizard in the girl's dress speaks volumes of her bravery, and her distinctive attire stands out prominently among the others.

"She's like a circus performer," one of the girls comments, a sentiment that finds agreement among the other mentors.

You shake your head, considering the possibilities. Perhaps she is, but you hold onto the hope that there is more to her than meets the eye.

On the screen, a Peacekeeper's hand rises, marking Lucy Gray's cheek with a cruel stroke. Her trembling form and teary eyes showcase the harsh realities of the districts, serving as a stark reminder of the injustice they face.

Just as it seems Lucy Gray is on the brink of yielding to her tears, a voice, young and ethereal, emerges from the crowd, singing a haunting melody that seems to transcend the silence of the square.

Lucy Gray herself joins in, her voice blending seamlessly with the singer's.

You are captivated, as is the entire audience. The girl's singing feels like a beacon of hope in the midst of despair. It strikes you that this unexpected turn of events could potentially sway the audience to support your tribute. You make a mental note to discuss it with Snow later, realising the profound impact it might have on the unfolding drama.

As the reaping came to an end, the tantalising aroma of the evening buffet wove its way through the air, creating a tapestry of enticing scents that promised a sensory feast. Snow sat with himself, savouring each bite from the array of food. Perhaps each taste served as a contemplative pause in the midst of the evening's heavy surroundings.

“May I join you?” you inquired, approaching his table.

He nodded, allowing you to sit. “Regarding Lucy Gray, she’s quite the character. Her time is lamentably short, wouldn’t you agree?”

He looks up from his food, deliberately setting down his utensils with a thoughtful expression. “She’ll survive, by any means necessary.” he affirms with determination.

Nodding, you lift a fork loaded with creamed onions to your mouth, savouring the taste while musing about Snow's icy demeanour, which seemed to reflect his very name.

"How do you propose we do it, Snow?"

He pauses for a moment, his expression thoughtful, as if carefully assembling his thoughts. Finally, he speaks.

"We'll assess the situation in the arena, but I do have a plan before that. Of course, we'll need the tributes' cooperation. We must speak with her."

You blink in disbelief.

"You're suggesting we meet her?" Your voice trembles slightly, though you keep it low enough not to draw attention.

"Yes," Snow whispers, glancing around cautiously to ensure no prying ears or eyes are nearby. His gaze returns to yours, laced with a touch of concern. "Please, lower your voice."

"Okay," you concede, a knot of unease tightening in your chest. "Okay," you repeat, your heart pounding with apprehension.

Across the table, Corionlaus reaches out to take your hand, the distance between you feeling strangely intimate. His touch catches you off guard, sending a ripple of surprise through you, mingled with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"We'll be alright. Everything will work out. I promise," he reassures, and you nod, willing to accept his word.

You take that promise to heart.

PART 2 II MASTERLIST

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Adam had a mission to get to but unfortunately for him, there was a pivotal part of his attire that was missing; his vibrant red cape.

The golden god couldn’t for the life of him seem to find it anywhere he was most likely to leave it, once again was he was forced to retracing his steps but even further back this time. When he still couldn’t find his red cape anywhere, that’s when he decided to enlist your help in finding his lost belonging because if there was anyone he could go to in times like these, it’d be you without a shadow of a doubt.

‘Y/n. Thank goodness I found you, have you by any chance seen my…cape.’ Adam’s words trailed off when he teleported into your room, only to catch a good eye full of how the familiar red fabric draped across your shoulders like a blanket, swamping you almost entirely with it’s ill fitting, looked suspiciously like the cape he was searching high and low for.

‘Your cape?’ You asked, tugging the fabric closer towards you, almost hesitant to depart from it. ‘Can’t say I have.’

‘I can see it draped over your shoulders.’ Adam retorts. The feeling of seeing you so snug in his cape made the golden being feel things, warm things, and things that were borderline possessive.

‘What? Why would I have your cape that’s a wild assumption Warlock. I’m no cape stealer.’ You replied stubbornly despite knowing that you were caught red handed.

‘Y/n.’ Adam starts and you watch him hold out his hand expectedly. ‘Give me my cape back.’

‘What’s the magic word.’ You said and Adam’s brows furrowed in genuine confusion. ‘Magic word?’ He repeats as though the words were foreign to him. ‘There’s a magic word I need to recite in order to get my cape back?’

‘Yeah, there is and it’s please but you ain’t getting it unless you catch me first.’ You were about to leap to your feet and start the chase when a gust of wind picked up and suddenly you were held under Adam’s arm as his red cape was held under his other arm.

‘Does this count as me successfully capturing you?’ Adam asked innocently as you pouted at the lack of warmth. ‘Damn you Warlock, damn you.’ Was all you said.

‘You put yourself in this situation y/n and thus must reap the consequences of your actions but if you wanted to use my cape as a blanket in the first place.’ Adam started. ‘You could’ve just asked without feeling the need to steal it.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind.’ You responded, still a little down from loosing so soon but happy at the same time that Adam was willing you give you his cape in the future. You were also quite glad he didn’t ask why you took it in the first place, as you wouldn’t be quite sure how to explain the negative impact of his departures had on you; So your secret was safe for the time being.

‘Though I do have one question, why did you steal it in the first place?’ Adam then asked.

Never mind.

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alitheamateur · 1 year

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Field Day

Two in a row?! Look at me go 💁🏻‍♀️

You thought the division championship would be the highlight of your night? Not if Joe B has anything to say about it…

*filth filth filth. run, little babies.*

@balanceingrace in grace, the KWEEN she is, saved the day with this pic porn ^ AND title ♥️

Another division championship under his belt, and your man was flying high. Joe was a conquerer. He fed on being the defeater in any & every situation, and when he was lucky enough to do so, you reaped the benefits.

Some Family had filtered out, media was finalizing all their comments, & a few of the closest teammates that had lingered around in an easy celebration had started to pack their duffles for home. With a home win like this one, stadium celebrations were a golden luxury. No rush off to the tarmac & having to celebrate over FaceTimes with wives or parents. All the loved ones were at arms length for hugs & champagne spritzes.

You loved to see Joe on top of the world. Exasperated redness in his cheeks, half form a chilly wind blowing into his helmet, the other half a flush from the thrill & liquor.

“Always my lucky charm,” he glided across the room to compliment you with a kiss.

He’d removed his game gear, clad now in his newest ‘champs’ tee and a pair of loose black shorts. A white hat was shifted backwards on his head, sandy curls flipping from beneath it. He was a sight in every positive meaning of the word.

“And always happy to be”, you grinned, receiving his sneaky tongue excitedly into your mouth. He wasn’t one to display such affectionate exchanges in public usually, but these wins made him bold. That masculine boldness that swelled you with the nastiest kind of arousal, the mystery of what he’d do next taunting the gape of your legs.

His parents approached with their goodbyes & congratulatory hugs, yet, you wondered why Joe showed no evidence of packing his belongings to leave.

With only a few cleaning staff members still buried in the mess of a massive celebration had by all, there were some stray coaches left headed to their cars.

“You ready to head out, babe? I’m sure a lot of the traffic has cleared out by now.”

He dropped his head, trying to hide a bitten back smile & wild eyes.

“C’mon. There’s something I’ve gotta do before we get out of here.”

Eerily aware of the cunning cadence behind his words, you took his offered hand & obliged to head back towards the now hauntingly empty stadium.

All the lights had been killed, only the backlight of a scoreboard cast shadows upon you. He slowed at the tunnels exit, appearing to bask momentarily. Rightfully so.

“You trust me?” He grinned with a squeeze to your hand, waiting response behind hooded, buzzed eyes.

“I did before you asked me that…” you chuckled harmlessly.

He steered you farther in the center of the echoing emptiness, the grip around your hand noticeably tightening. There was a faint sound of a humming light lingering, but otherwise it seemed Joey’s heartbeat was thumping over the loud speaker.

He planted his feet, coming to a wobbly stop, and you noticed him fidgeting with the chain of his necklace hidden inside his shirt.

“All of this,” he gestured, “means absolutely nothing without you in the picture. I’d walk away from every fucking bit of it right this moment if you asked me to, as long as you’re holding my hand.”

A quiver fell upon your lip as you noticed a mist fall over his icy eyes. Joe was a sure man, in everything he did. Decisive & steady always. Almost arrogantly outgoing in all his decisions. This Joe, was different.

“You’re the only thing I want to see when my eyes open, and the only thing that makes all this bullshit worth while at the end of the day. All I want, is you.”

You stifled an audible gasp when he fell to a knee, pulling his chain loose into his hand & carefully dropping a ring into his palm. A delicate band held the hearty weight of an oval diamond.

“The only thing to make this day end perfectly, is for you to say yes.” He waited, as if you’d even have to give one minuscule thought to an answer. “Will you marry me?”

With a whooping, resounding ‘yes’, you drug Joe to his feet, pouncing him with smothering kisses and the tightest hugs you could muster.

“I love you, so, so much. SO much!” If a squeal could rupture an eardrum, you were certain poor Joe would be a victim in that moment. Although fully satisfied with the relationship you had with him, truthfully, had this moment never arrived, you weren’t sure it would be much bother.

As you returned his elated kisses, you could almost feel a palatable energy shift in the atmosphere around the two of you. His hands began to roam wildly over your worthy curves, barely breaking your mouths to gasp for fresh air. No question he could feel the impassioned heat igniting inside your jeans, grinding up against his belly where he held you tight.

“Damn it, baby,” he graveled as you sucked a tender spot just below his ear.

“Take me home, fiancé.” You dared, securing a handful of his hardness in the palm of your hand.

“Oh, fuck that. I’m having you right this fucking second.” Joe slung you over his shoulder as if you’d been weightless, & carried you easily to the bench still sprinkled with the leftovers of confetti, massaging you behind unzipped black jeans.

“Wet & ready, just how I like it.” He pointed, pulling your pants loose to lay your bare ass on the cool metal bench.

“So I get a reward now?” You playfully encouraged him, knowing just how to stir him up.

“You better fucking believe it. But first, daddy gets his.” His glorious face slinked to your center, Joe feasting his eyes upon the one thing better than any trophy football had to offer.

The man simply chowed. Engulfed his greedy tongue with your every ounce of flavor, lapping away until you became almost tender to his touch.

Arising from the blissful wreckage he’d left your mound, his lips pink with rash and slick, a sheen of your honey left in the small patch of beard he was trying out these days.

“As much as I’d love to drink you fucking dry, I need to be inside you.”

Agreeing with his wishes, you guided him to sit beneath you before he protested.

“Uh-uh. I’ve got to plow the absolute fuck out of you, beautiful. Lie down.”

Ever the eager beaver, you flattened your back to the rough turf, but changed your mind in a brief instance, and positioned on all fours, peeking over your shoulder with a welcomed glint in your eye.

“Plow away, champ.” The cool air introduced itself to the dampness trickling down your thighs before Joe caught one last treat on his thumb.

“Don’t have to fucking ask me twice.”

With no need to ready himself, Joey worked his thick cock inside of you. Inch by inch by inch. By inch…

You could feel the burn of abrasive turf burning the flesh of your knees as Joe bucked & rutted you ruthlessly back in forth. He tattooed the flesh of your bare bottom with his substantial, callused hand before leaning to find the shell of your ear.

“Wanna bet I can make you say it?”

Your mind, fuck-dazed & foggy delayed a moment in comprehending his proposition.

“Bring. It… Burrow,” you dared between broken moans.

He snaked to find your swollen, soft flower, very well acquainted as every inch of your flesh belonged to him. He tickled your clit, fingers calculated, indulging himself with a pert bit to your ribs, not daring leave a blemish on your milky skin. Your vision turned black but you blinked back the eruption, drawing blood from your tongue to stifle back the very words he was holding you ransom for. But, oh, how the mighty fall, and you burst with admonitions only Joe would ever hear.

“King. Of the fucking. North.” Your orgasm blasted through every cell of your body salaciously.

Knowing there was no willpower left for Joe to muster after finally hearing those damn words fall from your near drooling lips, you pushed your hips back into him, matching his every thrust, insatiable for the friction of his bulge.

“King of the fucking North, baby.” He consented as he emptied himself inside your gripping lips.

He eased you over, assisting in wrapping your hips back into your bottoms, a hellish, sexy smile relentless on display.

“Try not to look so satisfied, you little shit.”

“Oh, come on. I’m sorry. Now, let’s get your fine ass home to celebrate.” Joe cradled you in his broad arms.

“Wait. I thought we just did that?”

“Oh; we did. But, that was for the game. This’ll be a celebration for you agreeing to be my hot shit wife.”

The appetite on this one…

#fanfic #joe burrow #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fan fic #nfl fan fic #joe burrow oneshot

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mors3-exists-dot-com · 6 months

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Befit For The Lonely (TBOSAS Oneshot)

((AN:// I love TBOSAS, and have recently seen the movie. One addition I really loved is the dynamic the movie gave to Lamina and Treech, and it gave me the idea of what if they were friendly back in District 7. Apologies for any grammatical mistakes)) TBOSAS SPOILER WARNING

A chill blew through the arena, the night sky empty and starless, and Lamina wished she had a coat. She curled her body inwards. Who knew a July in the capitol could have such colder evenings? Lamina rested her head on her knees, squinting into the darkened arena. No one. Perhaps they were all asleep, waiting for the morning sun. Well, Lamina hoped that, at least.

Who was left?, she wondered. Some of the tributes died before entering the arena, and about six more were killed in the blood bath. Lamina tapped the handle of her ax as a name came to her head.

Mizzen. Coral. Reaper. Wovey. Tanner. Lucy Gray. Treech.

Treech.

She quietly scoffed to herself. Treech, working with Coral, Mizzen, and Tanner. Treech, the boy who had wrapped his arms around her when Brandy was shot, pulling her to safety. Who held her hand on the train as they traveled to the Capitol. Who she considers a friend. Her stomach dropped with slight shake of her head. No. Considered. Now alone on the beam, it felt ironically fitting how the clarity shone on her.

They weren’t close. No, no. They were friends of friends. Acquaintances from the lumberyard who met because of a lover’s tryst. She smiled ruefully, thinking to the days where their two friends, Treech and herself would sneak into an alcove in the midst of the woods and sit on thick branches, feasting on wild plants and whatever scraps they brought from their homes. Her friend would cling to his friend’s arm, talking to each other like no one else existed. Like Treech and her were trees themselves. She would catch his eye, and they'd share a smile. They thought their friends were overly affectionate in a near silly manner. Lamina an Treech didn’t talk much, but they found themselves confiding with each other when there was no one around. Lamina would confide in him about her dreams, and he would do the same in turn.

Lamina’s eyes stung, but her eyes remained dry, her tears gone. The words they had shared, the friendship they were beginning to form faded like leaves in the wind, if there was even one to begin with. It made their promise in the zoo seem fruitless. Though, perhaps they had always been fruitless. Treech hadn’t said a word to her when they were reaped. He hadn’t said many words at all until they reached the zoo. A chill like this night had been in the air. Treech was resting on the ground, his back just touching hers as they tried to sleep. Lamina’s eyes filled with a few tears, but she wasn’t. She knew one of them wouldn’t make it out alive.

“Treech…we’ll make sure we get home. Can we do that?” she whispered.

Cicadas filled her ears, waiting for his response. She wondered if he was asleep. Or she had said something wrong. Lamina had felt her anxiety curl inside when he responded.

“Yeah, we’ll make it home. You and me.” Treech whispered softly.

Lamina had smiled then, now she waits for tears that weren’t coming. Treech was off with the strong hands, accepting Coral’s offer and killing tributes left and right. And Lamina? She waits high on the beam, alone and trying to survive the night.

How befitting for the lonely.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the hunger games #thg #tbosas fanfiction #thg fanfiction #lamina tbosas #treech tbosas

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Winding up in the hospital for like half a year with a Warriors arc ongoing then coming back to the fandom sure is wild 😭 Did Squirrelflight actually become Squirrelstar? Did Frostpaw get spayed?? what's going on with these xenophobe cats. help

well you see before all that parsnipflower had opened the dark rift between the worlds, the immense celestial power that was one kept in chains between the border of starclan and the dark forest was unleashed onto the world of the clans giving them each comprehension of all animal knowledge on earth. roachskitter very quickly to harness the dark arts now given onto them, manifesting in them becoming the ultimate dark angel of the clans and reaping justice across all those who have wronged them. book six had bearsnuffle emerge from the celestial storm that had raged on for the arc, bearing the divine power of starclan and the ability to cleave through anything with their new found power. the arc ended with all three trapping the powers within themselves and, to ensure they never release onto the mortal plain again, are locked in a neverending fight within the storms in the sky.

also sorry to hear about the hospital thing!! hope ur doing better now!

#misinformation #misinfo #lying #malicious lying #evil lying #malicious misinformation #wicked misinformation #false information #deception #fib #fabrication #falsification #chicanery #deer rambles #asc spoilers

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screaming-universe · 3 months

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just a random short list of buddie fics that are AUs based on books/movies, and that I like a lot 🧡

my sun, my moon, my guiding star by diazs (75k, rated general audiences), aka The Martian AU

Astronauts Diaz, Han, Panikkar, and Wilson were all safely able to reach the Mars Ascent Vehicle and perform an emergency launch at 7:28 a.m. central time thanks to Commander Nash's quick action. Unfortunately, during the evacuation, Astronaut Evan Buckley was killed when he was struck by debris. Commander Nash and the rest of his team are now heading home… but Evan Buckley is dead.

to the waters and the wild by june_nights (@beecauseevan) (64k, rated teen and up audiences), aka The Scorpio Races AU

The stranger turns. His eyes meet Eddie's and Eddie's breath catches in his lungs. The seagulls, the chattering tourists, the wind, it all fades away. Across the harbor, the man smiles. Eddie feels that smile in his toes. Someone bumps into him, breaking the spell. Eddie takes a deep breath. The salty harbor air fills his lungs. He doesn't allow himself to look back at the ferry. He doesn't allow himself to wonder about that man. He's a tourist and he's here in the middle of October. He wants to ride in the Races, and that means Eddie will stay far, far away. Or: The Scorpio Races are Thisby's oldest, most beloved and deadliest tradition. Three years ago, when tragedy forced him to give up riding for good, Eddie swore he would never look back. It turns out life may have other plans for him.

Hymn to the Sea by @sevensoulmates (52k, rated explicit), aka Titanic AU

It was the unsinkable ship of dreams to everyone else. To Eddie, it was a slave ship, taking him and his son back to America in chains.

even when you’re sleeping keep your eyes open by @spaceprincessem, aka The Hunger Games AU, a series:

you and i’ll be safe and sound (51k, rated teen and up audiences)

“Our second tribute from District Twelve is Evan Buckley.” Eddie’s eyes snap up and he’s pretty fucking sure his heart stops beating all together. If he lets his eyes flutter close he can feel the patter of rain, harsh and ice cold, against his skin. The way the air saturates with the smell of burnt bread. He can see the shape of a boy thrown out into the mud, hands cradling something precious in his hand. The way that bundle was placed in Eddie’s own, shaking palms as a voice whispered, I’m so sorry I can’t do more before he was gone. But Eddie doesn’t let his eyes close. He watches as Evan Buckley — Buck, please just call me Buck — ascends the stairs to take his place next to Eddie. Not you. Please. Anyone, but you. [or the buddie hunger games au]

but when it’s over i’m still awake (52k, rated teen and up audiences)

Eddie doesn’t have to guess which name will stand alone on Reaping Day. He’s going back into the arena. Eddie doesn’t hesitate as he takes off out of the house at full speed. If his family is calling after him then he can’t hear a single word. Not with the blood roaring in his ears and the desperate urge to run run run pumping thunderously in his veins. He needs to get out of here. Out of District Twelve. Out of Panem. Out of his skin and this body doomed to go back to the one place he was supposed to be safe from. He doesn’t want to go back into the arena. He survived. He got out. He’s a fucking victor. But, of course, who is ever really safe in a place like this? [or the buddie catching fire au]

#i have been so normal about all of these #they are just so good!!!#911 #weewoo #911 fanfic #fanfic #buddie #buddie <3 #titanic au #scorpio races au #buck buckley #eddie diaz #fanfic rec #hunger games au

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exeggcute · 3 months

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(synthpop anon) to be more specific i'm looking for more stuff in the vein of depeche mode, new order, pet shop boys, soft cell, etc. the type i can best describe as "fun music with jaded lyrics". speaking of yaz(oo) i already really like upstairs at eric's!

hmmm. I worry that I might not have the best recs for you then because I'm one of those people who doesn't pay THAT much attention to lyrics... it took me a full decade to realize that tryouts for the human race is a song about sperm. sung from the perspective of a sperm lol. I just hear a moroder synth line and black out

so forgive me if any of these are (1) songs/bands you already know or (2) don't quite fit the ticket, but let me try to suggest some stuff based on vibes...

sparks, actually. I still haven't listened to most of their 80s discography (one of these days...) but I adore no 1 in heaven, which is 100% synthpop, and kimono my house, which isn't. but those boys are insane lyricists so if you like fun music about crazy shit you're in the right place.

if you already like yaz (I specifically said yazoo in my last response in case you hadn't heard of em, since when you google "yaz" the first thing that comes up is the birth control pill... but as a yank I admittedly never call them yazoo lol) then you know that vince clarke is a fucking legend. and as one half of erasure I think some of erasure's lesser-known hits fit the bill. love to hate you, who needs love like that, oh l'amour...

bronski beat for more gay synthpop. oh shit marc almond is here?

I only know a handful of devo songs, so if you want better recs you'd need to ask my dad lol, but i like love without anger and freedom of choice

XTC!!!

prefab sprout has some bangers across the board but the king of rock and roll is a song about a washed-up music star with thomas dolby in the production seat. so pretty much exactly what you're looking for.

tears for fears? broken, change, mothers talk... plus the US mix of mothers talk that I mostly don't like but I adore the intro (it's not that you're not goooood enough... it's just that we can make you bet-taaah...)

OMD is good. check out dazzle ships

midge-ure era ultravox is maybe too on the nose. literally dancing with tears in my eyes, lol. plus reap the wild wind, the thin wall, and of course vienna

not necessarily jaded lyrics but aztec camera is really moody and good. I love high land, hard rain (and this extended version of walk out to winter...)

jaded but not synthpop: the english beat. seriously, hear me out

it's less synthpop-y than some of this other stuff, but these gary numan solo albums are my fave: dance and I, assassin

if you don't already like japan you gotta go listen to gentlemen take polaroids front to back. then try titles by mick karn

some random one-offs: happy hour; promises, promises; the politics of dancing

and then, of course, the all time legend

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maudeboggins · 2 months

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Paulette Goddard and Susan Hayward in Reap the Wild Wind (1942)

#paulette goddard #susan hayward

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rhaenyratheecruel · 6 months

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The Garden of Proserpine

“Here, where the world is quiet;

Here, where all trouble seems

Dead winds' and spent waves' riot

In doubtful dreams of dreams;

I watch the green field growing

For reaping folk and sowing,

For harvest-time and mowing,

A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,

And men that laugh and weep;

Of what may come hereafter

For men that sow to reap:

I am weary of days and hours,

Blown buds of barren flowers,

Desires and dreams and powers

And everything but sleep.

Here life has death for neighbour,

And far from eye or ear

Wan waves and wet winds labour,

Weak ships and spirits steer;

They drive adrift, and whither

They wot not who make thither;

But no such winds blow hither,

And no such things grow here.

No growth of moor or coppice,

No heather-flower or vine,

But bloomless buds of poppies,

Green grapes of Proserpine,

Pale beds of blowing rushes

Where no leaf blooms or blushes

Save this whereout she crushes

For dead men deadly wine.

Pale, without name or number,

In fruitless fields of corn,

They bow themselves and slumber

All night till light is born;

And like a soul belated,

In hell and heaven unmated,

By cloud and mist abated

Comes out of darkness morn.

Though one were strong as seven,

He too with death shall dwell,

Nor wake with wings in heaven,

Nor weep for pains in hell;

Though one were fair as roses,

His beauty clouds and closes;

And well though love reposes,

In the end it is not well.

Pale, beyond porch and portal,

Crowned with calm leaves, she stands

Who gathers all things mortal

With cold immortal hands;

Her languid lips are sweeter

Than love's who fears to greet her

To men that mix and meet her

From many times and lands.

She waits for each and other,

She waits for all men born;

Forgets the earth her mother,

The life of fruits and corn;

And spring and seed and swallow

Take wing for her and follow

Where summer song rings hollow

And flowers are put to scorn.

There go the loves that wither,

The old loves with wearier wings;

And all dead years draw thither,

And all disastrous things;

Dead dreams of days forsaken,

Blind buds that snows have shaken,

Wild leaves that winds have taken,

Red strays of ruined springs.

We are not sure of sorrow,

And joy was never sure;

To-day will die to-morrow;

Time stoops to no man's lure;

And love, grown faint and fretful,

With lips but half regretful

Sighs, and with eyes forgetful

Weeps that no loves endure.

From too much love of living,

From hope and fear set free,

We thank with brief thanksgiving

Whatever gods may be

That no life lives for ever;

That dead men rise up never;

That even the weariest river

Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Then star nor sun shall waken,

Nor any change of light:

Nor sound of waters shaken,

Nor any sound or sight:

Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,

Nor days nor things diurnal;

Only the sleep eternal

In an eternal night.”

—Alergnon Charles Swinburne

#the garden of proserpine #algernon charles swinburne #poem #poetry #words #grief #a series of unfortunate events #asoue #the world is quiet here #i’ll gently rise and softly call goodnight and joy be with you all

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mrsnancywheeler · 2 years

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the day before you came (part one) - kisses of fire

f!reader x steve harrington, f!reader x eddie munson, f!reader x billy hargrove

summary: during your final year of high school, final summer before college you allow yourself to finally break the facade and run "wild." finding every adventure possible in the shapes of eddie munson, billy hargrove, and steve harrington to enjoy yourself before the looming future. however, your dreams come to a screeching halt when you find yourself pregnant with no idea who the father is. a mamma mia au.

warnings: smut (minors DNI, all characters 18+), morally questionable reader, sweet in love eddie, one sided romantic feelings, unprotected sex (be safe, guys), creampie, mentions of birth control, nicknames : princess, baby, mentions of weed and other drugs implied, gross picnic tables, a little angsty

not edited, feedback appreciated

One month left until graduation, three until you were packed up and out of this town for good. You'd worked your whole life for this and now being able reap the benefits, have time to mess around, it was all paying off. At least that's what you told yourself as you walked behind the school to obtain your favorite destresser. The moment you could see that lovely hair and crappy, old lunch box you were already feeling less anxious.

"You're early, Munson." You said, walking out of the treeline. Laughing when he gave a slight jump at the sudden noise.

"Wouldn't want to leave you hanging, princess." Eddie turned towards you, gesturing to the table he was at. The first time you'd been here you'd refused to sit down, the table being so dirty and unkempt, before you'd realized all the shit you put in your body was just as gross.

"I'm crying at the thought." Imitating the crocodile tears you sat down on the tabletop, knees level to his chest. "How much are you charging me this time, Munson?" You took off your backpack, getting ready to go on the desperate wallet search.

"Less, if you keep giving me that gorgeous view." He smiled, over dramatically miming looking up your skirt.

"You're such a pervert, Eds, last time it was the bending over, now the skirt, will I never be free from the peeping tom?"

"Nope, actually gonna graduate with you this year and forever haunt you."

"Oh not whatever will a poor girl like me do?" You rolled your eyes at him, when you'd been told about him your freshman year all of his unconventionalism had unnerved you, but when you'd later been pointed his way to "take the edge off" you'd come to have a giant soft spot for the boy. You'd miss the banter and of course him always giving you somewhat of an ego boost.

When your mocking glaring and laughter had both died down, his aura changed. The sudden, serious energy made you want to tense up, "So Stanford?" He asked, "Pretty far away from here, know most of us want to leave, but didn't imagine you'd go that far."

"Not as far as I'm planning actually, want to go abroad at some point, see the world, or at least part of it, you know?" You didn't know why he seemed to care so much anyways, all you'd really every done was these exchanges, followed by long winding conversations. Once in a blue moon it could turn into smoking the blunt together and forge itself into odd touches or lips brushing past each other.

Eddie's eyes wondered around the familiar environment, not looking directly at you, these interactions had become such a normal part of his life regardless of whether or not he did actually graduate it would be a shock to the routine once you were gone.

"You're breaking my heart here, princess, gonna have to save every cent for long distance calls if you do that."

"I'm sure when you're still here, next year, there will be some other pretty, young girl to use her feminine wiles on you and flatter down your prices."

He dramatically hits his chest, "Your lack of confidence in me, wounds me! I don't think I'll ever recover." His hands landed on either side of you, "There's still the silver lining that I might pass these last few tests and walk out of here with a diploma, just like you."

You chuckled, "I'll believe it when I see it, Munson." His grades hadn't been great and you'd listened to him vent about it enough when he was high to know a few weeks couldn't save him. "Class of '86 baby, I'll come back to see that one."

"So little faith, y/n." Eddie shook his head, lifting his eyes to meet yours. You stared back, the awkwardness ensuing as he continued gazing and you didn't want to make it worse by glancing away.

'Why should I feel nervous anyways? I'm leaving soon, it would be fun to just do what we've been dancing around for so long.' You debated internally as the silence continued, it was when you watched him glance at your lips and back you thought, fuck it. Finally leaning in you went for it, hungrily pressing your lips against his as he brought his hands to your face kissing you with just as much vigor. Your hands trailed down his shirt as you slid off the table and onto his lap, grinding against his lap.

"Wait, y/n." Eddie pulled away from you, who gazed at him confused. Over the years you'd caught him checking you out on more than on occasion, even gotten handsy with him occasionally, so why didn't he want this now? "I just don't want my first time with you to be here, you know? On a grimy picnic table behind the school where I sell people drugs, isn't good enough for you, princess." He said it reassuringly, fingers gripping around your waist. Those fingers. But, the way he talked about his first time with you sent a pang to your heart. Of course you wouldn't mind doing it more than once with him, but you didn't want him to worry about whether or not it was good enough for you. It wasn't like that and part of your heart told you it was in fact like that for him. If you were a better person you'd tell him now, how you wanted to be with him, but not the way he seemingly wanted to be with you. You weren't a better person though and you finally felt confident enough to get what you wanted from him, it didn't matter what people said, you were leaving after all.

"I don't care about that Eddie," You gave your best puppy dog eyes, shaking off any doubts about your actions, "I need you." You whined as you began grinding your pussy over where you felt him getting hard.

He let a groan out as he shut his eyes, "You're gonna be the death of me, princess." You nodded as you pressed a kiss into his neck as you continued your relentless pursuit on his crotch. "Fuck, baby, can I take this off?" His fingers moved to the hem of your skirt fiddling with it, you nodded, feeling your own wetness more and more as you humped his jeans. "Words, princess, need to here them."

"Yes, Eddie, please, just need you to fuck me." You his your face in his neck, hands gripping the back of his hellfire shirt.

"So desperate," He slowly lifted up your skirt, pushing it up above your waist, "Already soaking though your panties onto my jeans, princess, making such a mess. How long have you wanted me to touch you?" Eddie's fingers began pulling them down, exposing you to the open air. You were so vunerable and exposed, but couldn't care less.

Your hands went to his belt, anxiously trying to remove it so you could get rid of the throbbing feeling urging you on. "So long, Eds, dreamt about when you would finally take me." You lifted your legs so he could pull your underwear down more and he stopped everything to help you as you struggled with his belt.

"Me too, got off thinking about when we'd finally do something, when I could make you mine for the first time." There it was again, first, not the greatest time to be clear with him, but better late than never would be something. You were so close though and had waited for so long you told yourself you were just overthinking when you freed him from his pants and climbed back up onto the table. He stood up, also freeing himself from his underwear. The wind hit your bear cunt as you whined, aching for contact. "I know you're dripping, princess, but are you sure you want all of me right away?" Looking at the size of his cock made you groan, but you were determined.

"Yes, need your cock so bad, Eddie, please." Your hips trusted up into the air, begging for him to hurry up.

He smirked, spitting on his hand and smothering his dick with it. Lining up with your entrance and rubbing his head and precum along your clit causing you to moan. "Wait-" You loudly whined once again, "Just need to look for a condom, sorry, should have thought of it earlier."

"Don't need one Eddie, on birth control, just want your cock tearing me apart now, please." You insisted before he could pull away as you rubbed yourself against him for friction. Every action, every kiss you shared felt like fire, made you burn and ache for more. You couldn't help yourself as you grabbed his neck, pushing his lips against yours.

You whined when he pulled away, "Gonna bring me to the point of no returning, princess." Eddie grunted as he finally pushed into you, causing you to mewl from the somewhat painful pleasure. "So fucking tight for me."

"Don't need you to worry, Eds, need you to be rough with me." He was by no means your first rendezvous, but how long you had waited, how set he was with you, nothing could compare. Eddie began pounding into you, grabbing your face with his hands and pulling your lips back together.

Moaning into each others mouths as he continued pounding into you, bringing one thumb down to rub your clit. The sudden euphoric feeling caused you to bite down on his lip. "Sorry." You managed to whisper out as he continued his assault on your mouth and clit. "Feels so good."

"Don't worry about it, princess." Eddie stopped kissing you, staring at your face as you whined with every thrust and each bit of pressure. It was gorgeous, you were angelic, and all he could think about was doing this to you over and over again. Taking care of you, that landslide of emotions made his hips stutter.

"Need to come, Eddie, so bad." Your eyes were screwed shut as you clawed his back.

"Me too, baby, let go for me." You let out a guttural groan, pushing your head into his chest as you felt your pussy convulse around him. He too couldn't keep his mouth shut as he released into you, your walls tightening around him. For what felt like yours you sat there, both coming down from the high of it all. "Fuck," Eddie exclaimed, pulling himself out of your warmth. You whined at the sudden emptiness, walls clenching around nothing. "Should have pulled out, y/n, I'm so sorry." He looked so genuinely upset with himself that you couldn't help, but feel a tug at your heartstrings. He cared so much and given you exactly what you wanted, but that's all you wanted.

"Don't worry about it, Eds, I'm on the pill. Remember?" You reassured him as you went to pull your underwear back up.

"Doesn't always work, y/n, better safe than sorry." Eddie was mostly reprimanding himself as he also began pulling his bottoms back on.

"A little to late for that and come on, don't worry about it, most guys don't." You smiled at him as you readjusted your skirt, going to stand up and realizing your legs weren't exactly steady enough without the table.

"Woah there, princess." He instantly reached out to help steady you, and your eyes met his once again. Hoping he could say everything he wanted to without opening his mouth he tried to get his eyes to convey it all. Sadly for you it did which is the last thing you wanted. 'Exactly, I'm not like them. I care, y/n, let me care.' So you pulled away from the prolonged eye contact.

"Thanks, um, I should probably go. Mom's gonna get worried, you know." You shakily pulled yourself away from him steadying arms. Grabbing your bag from off the table.

"Oh, of course. Wouldn't want to ignite the dragon, princess. Not exactly a knight in shining armour." Eddie joked, trying to ignore the hurt from this abrupt end you were dishing to him.

"I don't agree, you know you can scale into my tower anytime with that gorgeous steed of yours. You can bring the devil's grass with you as well." Motioning to his little lunch box of drugs as you slowly walked backwards. Of course it might calm you more now, but the guilt was suddenly eating away at you. Couldn't he stop looking at you like he cared? Stop making you feel like you were stringing him along?

"Anytime you need, y/n, I've got you." Eddie smiled and it was so comforting, so sweet, you had to leave then. 'No, don't have me. Please me more offputting, more callous, care less.' You wanted to scream as you gave him a curt nod and walked off. Feeling the storm of self hatred brew as you began pushing down the guilt. If he made you feel so good, like fire, and was willing to continue that what was the problem with not being clear about where you stood? You were leaving after all.

#eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy hargove x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things angst

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