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lovelettersfromluna · 2 months

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Not Strong Enough

Summary: Rule number 1 of being best friends with a vampire. Never let them drink your blood.

an: I HEAR YOU ALL YELLING AT ME IM SORRY!! This took entirely too long to get to you guys, but it’s here now! Better late than never right?? Is this heavily inspired by twilight? Yes. Did I use a BoyGenius song as the title? It’s lesbian smut, obviously. Is Ellie going to be a brooding depressed vampire? Oh hell yeah. I hope you all like this! I’m a slut for anything supernatural so this was obvi very fun for me to write. As always, love you all so so much! Thanks for reading 🤍

Warnings: SMUT!!, MDNI!!, scissoring (if ur mad I’m doing another scissoring fic….idk what to tell you it’s hot), messy kissing, Ellie bites reader (outside of blood sucking), mentions of marking, mentions of bruises, mentions of blood, Ellie is kind of insufferable for a small bit but I promise it gets better, please lmk if I missed anything!

Read part 1 here!!

Ellie knew it was a bad idea from the very beginning.

She knew that she was too weak for you, even outside of sucking your blood. You were too fucking good for her, too much of a dream for Ellie to go and fuck up like she did.

Truth be told, Ellie expected all of it. She expected to get utterly addicted to you, she expected the blurred lines of your relationship to become even more blurred when she began sucking you dry of your life source, she even expected herself to lose control when she was in the act, humping and grinding your soft body like a wild fucking animal as if she had no control over herself.

She expected all of it, every single aspect that came with the territory, she knew was coming.

But the hardest part of it all? Was leaving you completely.

Because she knew the moment she felt herself lose control while she was on top of you that night in your apartment, she knew she needed to leave you. She needed to abandon you and your friendship for the greater good, for your sake.

Ellie knew that she wasn’t good for you, and you weren’t good for her. But that didn’t make the pain of not seeing you any less.

She thought she’d be able to do it at first, but the texts from you only reminded her of how much she loved your company, how obsessed she was with simply being around you.

She wound frown every time her phone went off, a low groan leaving her lips when she lifted it up to look at her screen, only to see it was from you.

Ellieeeeee

Where are you?

Haven’t seen u in the longest :((

Ellie can practically hear your pout in the way you text her. She knows you too well, and she knows that you aren’t handling her sudden disappearance well.

At this point, it’s been about two months since Ellie has seen you last? Maybe three? She stopped keeping count because it was driving her insane. It wasn’t even the blood supply that she missed, Ellie would go hungry ten times over, dying from starvation if it meant she could be around you without feeling she was robbing you of your life, ruining things that you were meant to experience because she was too fucking selfish.

Ellie misses you, and it pains her that she hasn’t been able to have you in so long.

Well…not entirely at least. She knew she’d lose her mind entirely if she couldn’t at least be around you for a few moments, so her usual nighttime visits become a bit more frequent when she decides she can’t be around you anymore. She’s a lot more careful when she does it though, knowing how sensitive you were to her presence. It was almost unbelievable how easily you’d woken up to her in your room in the past. She doesn’t know how she’d explain things if you woke up now, not having seen her in so long. So she’s extra aware of how much noise she makes.

Seeing you sleep is almost enough to keep Ellie’s demons at bay, the ones that screamed for you, yearned for you to be by her side, to have your warm skin pressed against her much colder one.

As per usual, she’s scaling up the brick wall of your apartment building, making her way up to your bedroom like thief in the night. You continue to leave your window open every night, and it breaks Ellie’s heart because she knows you’re doing it for her, most likely hoping she slips into your window as she usually does.

It means Ellie needs to be even more careful than she anticipated.

She doesn’t even dare to sit on your bed, standing in the corner of your room as she watches your chest rise and fall. She doesn’t even breathe, scared that the sound of it will wake you.

And she desperately wants to reach out and let her fingers run along your soft skin, desperate for the feeling that you always brought her when you’re near. It makes her fists balk at her sides as she practically itches to feel you, fighting back any and every thought that she had to touch you, if even for a moment.

But she doesn’t. Instead, he stays with you just before the sun rises. She knows it’s risky, and she knows she shouldn’t do it in the event that you wake up and see her. Even if she’s fast enough to dart out of your room before you can even call her name or turn the lights on, you’re too smart for that. You’d know what was happening before she can even begin to gaslight you into thinking it was simply a dream.

She can’t help herself, not when it comes to you. Seeing you sleep satisfies the burning feeling in her chest, the one that yearns so desperately for you, it’s enough to make her knees weak. It’s almost like you’re capable of evoking the same feelings she had when she was a human, when she was weak and stupid and felt nervous around women. Until you showed up, Ellie hadn’t experienced those feelings in a long time, she’d almost forgotten about them.

You always remind her though.

Like when she’s about to leave you, knowing she’s cutting it too close to the time you’re going to wake up and start your day. Her footsteps are practically silence, even against the old, creaky floorboards of your apartment.

She’s almost out of your window, one leg outside as she plants her foot against the fire escape when she hears it. You began mumbling in your sleep, tossing a bit, clearly bothered by whatever dream you were having. While this should’ve been the clearest sign for Ellie to leave as quickly as possible before your eyes opened a bit to see her, she doesn’t. Instead, she stays sat on your window sill, simply watching as you turn to face her, eyes still closed as you pout in your sleep.

If Ellie had a heart that was still beating, she’s sure it would’ve stopped. Because suddenly your mumbling is just clear enough for her to hear.

“Ellie….” You sigh out softly, barely loud enough for the undead girl to hear, but she does. Regardless of the city waking up below her, or the sound of your ceiling fan creaking about, she hears it. It makes her frown deeply, swallowing back the intense whimper that threatens to escape and echo throughout your room.

She isn’t sure if she’s ever left your room so quickly, the girls eyes going wide as she made the familiar path down the side of your building to your side walk.

Even when she got home that night, the vampire practically breaking the front door down of her apartment to get in, she couldn’t get the sound of your voice uttering her name so sweetly, calling out for her even in the depths of sleep that you were in, tugged so deeply by your dreams, you were still calling out for her.

Ellie knew that night, that she had to stay away from her. For both your sake, and her own.

And she’s right, because you were suffering just as much as Ellie was.

Ellie’s presence was always scarce, and while it bothered you a bit before you learned what she was, it made sense. She was a creature of the night, something that seemingly only existed in storybooks, coming to life and living the strange lifestyle that she did.

But you knew immediately that this was different.

The morning after you saw Ellie last left a bitter taste in your mouth. As you woke up that morning, your neck sore with the bruises of Ellie’s lips on your skin, body far too drained and tired even after a night of a sleep that was just a bit too deep. It was similar to almost all the times Ellie had drank from you the night prior.

So, why did you feel so bad that morning?

You knew that you didn’t owe Ellie anything, that you were the one to suggest this in the first place, so there truly wasn’t any room for you to be upset for reasons unknown. What were you even supposed to say to her? That you had a weird feeling? One that you desperately wanted her to relieve by telling you it was all okay?

As much as you wanted to, you knew things between you and Ellie weren’t like that.

You were her friend. You were just her friend, and as much as you wanted more, you knew deep down that if Ellie truly wanted you that way, she would’ve made you she’s a long time ago.

And maybe that’s what bothers you the most when this little dry spell occurs, because the sudden lack of her presence leaves you entirely too much time to dwell on things, wondering what it was that you did wrong, what you could have possibly said to create this sudden rift between the two of you.

Ellie had always been flirtatious, flashing that pretty smile in your direction that made you weak in the knees, calling you sweet names that made your heart beat faster. She was practically dangling it all right in front of your face, the frequent touches, the late night visits at the foot of your bed, all this time when you have her the benefit of the doubt, chalking it all up to her simply wanting to see you and nothing more than that, suddenly made no sense to you.

With time came confusion, and with confusion came anger, desperate to understand why she left you, what you had done to possibly make her so scarce so suddenly. And once the third month had hit without seeing Ellie, you were furious, feeling as though you had one choice and one choice only.

To find Ellie, and get the answers from her yourself.

You don’t go to Ellie’s apartment, not usually at least.

Ellie always told you she liked hanging out at your place, going on and on about how warm and cozy it was being there. She’d never admit it to you because she didn’t want you to think she was a freak, but being in a place that smelled so heavily like you made her brain go absolutely insane.

You’ve been there maybe a handful of times, sometimes heading to her place after a night out, or even stopping by whenever you were in the neighborhood. Bottom line was, your apartment was the designated hang out spot for you and Ellie.

Regardless though, you remember how to get there like it’s written on the back of your hand. You thought about Ellie’s apartment a lot, loving how much the space reflected her. You always wished you had the chance to stay there more often.

You can’t think about that though, not now. Not when you’re storming down the expensive halls of her complex down to her door, and landing a heavy fist on the door. All you can truly care about now, is seeing Ellie and demanding an explanation for her sudden disappearance.

And it’s all so unlike you, so out of your character. If it was anyone else, you’d let it go, giving yourself a few days to sulk before forgetting about it all together and simply moving on. Maybe it’s because it’s Ellie, and maybe it’s because you feel a tad bit used after being her personal buffet for the last few times you’d been around her, just for her to up and leave.

It’s most definitely that. You just don’t want to admit it in fears of sounding selfish.

You land another firm knock on her door when she doesn’t answer in time, feeling yourself grow angrier as the moments pass.

Soon, she’s finally opening the door. The image of her nearly takes your breath away.

Because Ellie always looks beautiful, perhaps it’s the fact that you haven’t seen her in some time, but she looks fucking ethereal standing before you. So tall, so confident, her eyes so fucking dark, piercing through your very soul as she stares down at you. Her lips look like rubies compared to her cold, pale skin, so plump and kissable.

All you can think about is the way they felt pressed against your throat, and it makes you lift your hand to press against the two small circular scars on your neck.

Ellie frowns deeply as she eyes you, eyebrows furrowed and expression virtually unreadable.

“What are you doing here” she mumbles out, shifting on her feet awkwardly. Her question alone sets the fire off in your chest again, making you seethe as you take a deep inhale before responding.

“Are you kidding me Ellie?” You practically spit out, staring up at the girl in disbelief.

She lets out a soft sigh, her tattooed hand coming up to rub her face roughly before it moves up to rub through her hair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” she manages before she tries shutting her door in your face. “You can’t be here” she mumbles out softly, the girl fully expecting to be able to shut the door.

You however, have other plans.

You’re quick to press your hand against the door, stopping her from closing it before you practically force yourself between it. Ellie’s eyes widen a bit at this, not used to seeing you so forward.

Soon, you’re pushing yourself into her apartment, your palm pressing against your forehead as you began pacing back and forth Ellie’s lavish apartment.

“I don’t…I don’t understand you Ellie. Is it something I said? Did I do something? If so please enlighten me I beg you” you blurt out, all of the words fumbling out of your mouth in one breath.

Ellie frowns deeply as she watches you pace back and forth her apartment, her eyebrows furrowed. She can truly see the damaged shes caused when she sees you like this, because it was much easier to watch you when you slept, so peaceful and unaware of the troubles that came with her absence. She knew you were going to blame yourself, and as much as she knew she couldn’t allow you to do that to yourself, she knew staying away was even more important.

Seeing you like this was possibly the hardest thing Ellie had to ever endure.

You don’t stop there, taking advantage of the lack of a response from Ellie to continue ranting.

“Is it because of the blood thing? If so I’m sorry. I am so fucking sorry for simply caring enough to make sure you didn’t die from starvation or whatever it is that happens to you when you don’t eat. I’m sorry for making sure that you were okay, if that was so wrong please tell me…” your words trail off as you let out an exasperated sigh, your feelings and emotions becoming far too much as you practically sob out to her.

But then you’re pausing, your chest rising and falling quickly as you struggle to catch your breath. Ellie isn’t entirely sure why you’ve suddenly stopped, your back towards her as you stand there, doing god knows what.

When you finally turn around, your eyes are red and your cheeks are wet with tears.

“Were you just….using me? As your personal fucking blood bag?” Your words are shaky as you hold back another sob, your fists balled down at your sides.

Ellie freezes when you say this, because this is exactly what she was fucking afraid of.

It was a common theme throughout…her people. Vampires were notoriously alluring, seducing countless innocent and clueless victims into being their personal meal. The humans were almost always oblivious to what was being done to them, vampires often times using this to their advantage to keep them under their spell for as long as possible. It would most commonly been done in a way that made the humans believe the vampires loved them, dangling them by a thread as they promised them a life of eternity together, to live in immortality, side by side until the end of times. It almost never ended that way though, the vampires would suck and suck and suck until one day they went a bit too far, and their obedient human keeled over and died.

Ellie never wanted things to be that way with you.

She never even wanted you to think it was that way. She wanted you to understand that this was entirely up to you, and it could stop whenever you wanted it to. It’s why she constantly voiced to you that this was still a factor right before she fed off of you. Ellie would rather die than use you for a source of food, because truthfully you were far too good for that, too fucking pure to be used as something as low as a food source.

So when the words leave your lips, Ellie sees red.

Shes in front of you in less than a second, towering over you and staring down into your tear soaked eyes. Her nostrils are flared as she tries to hold back from tearing down her entire apartment complex around the both of you.

“You can’t possibly be stupid enough to think I’d ever use you for something so low..” her voice is low, and there’s a gravel in it that makes your core tighten and your chest bloom with something you can’t quite place, a feeling that can only be shelved in your mind right next to where Ellie takes place.

You don’t hack one, hot tears continuing to spill from your eyes as you stare at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“It makes sense….get your fix and then leave me like I’m nothing…this was probably your plan all along” you grit out.

Ellie licks her lips, knowing that you’re hurting just as much as she is, and your words are simply coming from a place of confusion, desperate to understand why she did what she did to you, why she left without a trace.

She leans in, her face a mere inches from yours. You can smell her minty breath wafting onto your face, and it’s bizarre because even that has a slight chill to it. It makes your cheeks cold, and it makes you want to reach out and warm her up.

“I would rather die a million deaths before using you for that…you and I both know this” she seethes out.

And it makes you whimper, because Ellie’s always been so fucking intense, so poetic. It makes your insides flip upside down, and your eyebrows knit together as you struggle to hold back a whimper.

Your features soften as you continue to cry in front of her. “Then why did you leave me…” you whisper out to the girl.

It breaks her heart how desperate you are for this. Not even for her, but simply for answers. All you want is to understand why she left, what you did to make her abruptly disappear without a single word.

Ellie’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, her pink tongue darting out to lick her plush lips before she finally speaks.

“I’ve never…been so weak for someone…in my entire life” she breaths out.

It surely isn’t what you’re expecting her to say. You think she’s going to say she’s gotten enough of you, or she just couldn’t handle having someone like you around. Hell, you were even beginning to think she was trying to cover up all her roots here and start somewhere else.

“I always have been…from the moment I fucking laid eyes on you, I knew you weren’t good for me…you’re too good for me” she continues, her eyes fluttering open as she finally stares down into yours. You can finally look into yours as you blink away the tears that are pooling in your eyes and blurring your vision, and it allows you to see the pain in her eyes, just how much she’d been struggling with all of this.

“It isn’t even your blood…it made it worse, yes…but just being around you is like…it’s like a fucking drug to me. You give me this feeling that I can’t…I can’t even begin to describe how fucking euphoric you make me feel” each of her words sounds like a plea, a plea for you to let her go, to unhand her from the death grip you have on her.

“And suddenly I’m always in your apartment, and you’re offering yourself to me and it’s like a dream come true and I feel like a fucking monster when I’m on top of you, sucking you dry of your fucking blood” it’s her turn to start pacing, running her hands through her hair as she settles one of her hands on her hip, she moves slower than you were, simply voicing the struggles she’s seemed to have with you from the moment you met.

She finally turns towards you, and she’s slowing make her way to where you’ve been standing this entire time. When she’s right back where she was, stood right in front of you, she takes your hand into hers ever so gently. It’s enough to make you flinch, how cold she is in contrast to your hot skin. She sighs, bringing your hand up to cradle her cheek, and her eyes flutter shut, nearly rolling back as she presses a soft kiss to your palm.

“I’m not strong enough for you…I don’t think I ever will be” she finally admits, and it’s like she’s not only admitting it to you, but to herself as well.

You hold back a whine as she kisses your palm, her lips so soft, so gentle with you.

“Then…then don’t be…why can’t you just let things happen” you sigh out as you stare up at her, in awe as the girl leaned into your touch as if it were her life line.

You aren’t even entirely sure what you’re asking her for, what this so called ‘thing’ is that she won’t let happen. Is it the feeding you’re alluding to? An act of true platonic kindness? Or are you asking for more, are you begging for something that Ellie has deprived you both of for the sake of the greater good?

Both you and Ellie have these same questions running through your minds.

She chuckles dryly against your skin, shaking her head as her hand gives your wrists a gentle squeeze.

“You aren’t even sure what it is you’re asking for…not from someone like me” she admits, eyes opening as she finally looks down at you again.

“I can’t…give you the things you deserve. I’m not capable of being the perfect person for you, not when I am what I am” her words are like venom on her tongue, the girl utterly disgusted with the monster that she became against her own will, the hell that she was forced to live over and over again with no foreseeable end.

“The only thing I can do, is take from you…I take and take and take….” Her words trail off, a soft frown on her lips before she finally looks at you once again.

“Until I’ve taken everything that you have…and there is no more of you to offer” she whispers out, as if the mere thought of a world without you pains her so much to say, she barely wants to say it.

You lick your lips, your eyes searching hers before you quickly shake your head.

“Do you want me? The same way that I want you?” You question carefully, fearful of what it is that she might say, worried that you’d been reading things entirely wrong, even after Ellie basically confessed how utterly obsessed she is with you.

She smirks softly, humming lowly as she gently brings your hand down to her lips, pressing another gentle kiss to it.

“It’s like I’ve waited my entire life for you, baby….saying that I want you would be an understatement” she chuckles out softly.

And you aren’t entirely sure how it even gets to this point, because you marched over to Ellie’s apartment with a purpose, that purpose being to yell at her and get the answers you deserved. But suddenly you’re standing in front of her, and your heart is exploding with so many different emotions and feelings, all of them for Ellie, and she’s just confessed to you that she wants you like you want her.

And you have no choice, but to kiss her.

It catches Ellie off guard, a soft whine leaving her lips as accepts your lips with gratitude, her arms moving down to drape along your waist as she pulls you closer.

It’s everything she’s ever dreamt it would be. Your lips soft and sweet against her own, your skin so warm and inviting, making her drink you up, fueling her with the warmth she’s lacked since the day she died. But despite how good it feels, she knows this is wrong, and it goes against everything she said she’d do for your sake.

Ellie breaks way first, watching as you struggle to catch your breath from the intense kiss. She’s quick to stop you from leaning in again, her hand cupping your face as she stares into your eyes.

“Angel…we can’t…I told you, I’m no good for you” she sighs out, the words paining her to even say.

You give her a soft pout, your arms wrapping around her shoulders loosely as you press your warm body against hers.

“I trust you Ellie….I know that you’d never hurt me” you sigh out softly as you stare into her eyes, your hand coming up to tuck a strand of her soft hair behind her ear.

“We don’t have to do the blood thing…but I just…can’t we just give us a try?” Your eyes are wide as you speak, eager to feel Ellie’s lips against yours again, even if for a moment. You don’t even take into consideration that she could say no, that she could turn you around and throw you out of her apartment without another word, doubling down on what she said she’d do with you.

But as Ellie said before, she’s just too fucking weak for you.

And hearing you ask for it, ask for her, it has her stomach in knots, and she feels like no matter what it is you ask her, she couldn’t possibly say no to you.

“What are you doing to me…” she sighs softly before she leans in to kiss you again, reciprocating the passion and heat that you gave her mere moments ago. You whine against her, your hands sliding back to tug at her hair, keeping her close as your lips moves against hers, your warm tongue sliding against hers.

“Missed you so much…” you sigh against her, and it makes Ellie groan softly as she nods, hands sliding down to grip your waist as she walks you back towards her bedroom, lips never leaving yours.

“Missed you more than anything, angel” she mumbles against your lips as she presses her palm against her bedroom door behind you, pushing it open and leading you further inside.

Ellie’s bedroom smells like her. It’s dark, and cold but oh so comforting. You practically sigh against her lips when you feel her laying your body down against her black silk sheets, the expensive material like butter on your skin. It makes your senses go in overdrive, Ellie’s hands caressing your skin, roaming around your body as her tongue rubs against yours in a dirty, passionate kiss.

“Don’t know how long I’ve waited to have you like this…” she sighs softly, her lips breaking away from yours to kiss along your jaw, down to your throat. You don’t miss the way Ellie kisses the now faded marks of her teeth on your neck, licking the skin softly before she sucks into it, sure to leave dark marks in the morning.

“Missed marking you up baby….” She hums against you, drinking in the sweet moans that leave your mouth, the sound alone like music to her ears.

Your mind is fuzzy, almost blank besides the thoughts of Ellie that stood in the forefront of your brain. It was like she was filling you up entirely, making you almost overwhelmed with her. Her scent, her cold skin, her soft hands, all of it was almost too much, a combination of sensory overload that kissed your skin so deliciously.

Soon she’s kissing down your body, practically worshiping her as her lips work on your soft skin. Her hands are pushing up your t-shirt, kissing your stomach and your ribcage until she’s tugging you up a bit to skillfully slip your shirt over your head. You’re bare before her, her lips matching onto your pebbled nipples as her tattooed hands work on your soft shorts, tugging them down your legs.

You don’t miss the way her tongue swirls around your nipple before letting go with a pop, lips moving up to nip at your collar bone with her flat teeth. Hard enough to leave a mark, but gentle enough to not break skin.

You giggle softly, bending your legs back to help as she tugs your shorts and panties off. She’s slotting herself between your legs, humming softly as she gives you a smirk.

“Something funny baby?” She questions before leaning in to press another kiss to the corner of your lips. You nod, a dreamy smile on your lips as you bring your hand down to tug at the hem of Ellie’s t-shirt.

“Seems like old habits never die, that’s all….need this off” you huff out softly, fingers fumbling between the hem of her t shirt and the waistband of her sweats.

Ellie chuckles at how eager you are before she nods, pulling back to tug her shirt off before she rolls over a bit to pull off her sweats and underwear as well before she makes her way back between your legs, towering over you as she crawls into you like a predator would its prey.

And it leaves your pussy soaking wet, because it’s better than you could’ve ever imagined. Ellie’s tits are pebbled similarly to yours, tattoos littering her pretty skin, muscles so beautiful they could make your mouth fucking water.

You’d always seen Ellie for the beauty she possessed…but this? This was so much more different.

It made your head fucking spin.

You whined softly as you practically tug her into her by her shoulders, moaning softly at the feeling of her boobs squishing against yours as your mouth attacks her in a needy kiss.

“Want you…” you sigh softly against her as your hand slides down between the both of you, cupping her pussy. You feel Ellie suck in a sharp breath at the feeling of your warm fingers against her sopping wet core, and she gives you an eager nod before rolling over, her strong hands gripping your thighs and taking you with her as she forces you to straddle her.

Being on top of Ellie is just as good as being under her, almost better in all honesty. The lighting in her bedroom is dim, but you can just make out her features with the moonlight that spills in through her big windows, and the moody lights she has set up along her walls. You don’t even realize it because you’re too busy gawking at her, but she lifts her leg up a bit and easily slots you down so that your pussy is right against hers, the feeling making you moan softly.

“You’re so pretty Ellie…” you practically sigh out. It makes Ellie moan softly, and she swears the sound of you calling her pretty is enough to bring her back to life, reversing the effects of her undead state.

“Fuck…can’t say those things to me baby…you’re gonna…Jesus..ruin me” she struggles to get out as she grips your hips, forcing you to roll your hips so that your clit and her clit bumps against each other.

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel it. It’s so fucking wet, and soft, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Sure you’d done it with other girls before, but this just feels…it almost feels like….

“Like you were fucking made for me princess” Ellie grits out, her teeth caging her words in as she fucks you down onto her pussy, practically using you for both hers and your pleasure.

You’re too far gone to pick up on it, too indulged in the feeling of Ellie’s strong hands gripping your thighs so deliciously, sure to leave marks in their shape when you both wake up in the morning.

Your back is arching almost painfully, your hand gripping her thigh as you find the rhythm Ellie has set for you, finding the perfect spot and keeping it there as you drive both you and her to your orgasms.

“I’m…Ellie you feel so good…you’re gonna make me cum” you squeak out, eyebrows furrowed as you finally look down at the girl beneath you, only to find that she’s just as much of a mess as you are. Her hair is messy and her lips look so pouty and kissable. It’s hard to make out, but her fanged teeth are pressing into her lips, and you’re sure it’s the sexiest thing you’ve seen in your entire life.

She gives you an encouraging nod, one of her hands coming to your ass and kneading it harshly before giving it a firm spank, the sinful noise echoing off the walls of her pristine bedroom.

“I know baby…I know…come on, want you to cum with me…that’s it…that’s my good girl” her praises make your chest burn, and it leaves knots in your stomach. It only drives you further, your hips moving faster as they roll against Ellie’s, desperately chasing both hers and your orgasm.

“Ellie…Ellie I’m…I’m gonna-“ you cry out, back arching as you grip her thighs quickly, feeling your own shake as your orgasm begins washing over you.

Ellie catches it right before it happens, the girl quickly sitting up and wrapping her arms around your body, pressing your chest against hers as she pulls you down to kiss her passionately, her own orgasm washing over her like a fucking train.

Your bodies are so in tune, so in sync that your moans almost mix to create a symphony that can only be described as love, total and unconditional love as her arms keep you close, as if stopping you from running away from her, from the feeling she gives you. Her lips are working against yours as you breath hard, struggling to catch your breath in the sloppy kiss.

You’re a whining mess, your poor pussy far too sensitive to deal with the amount of pleasure that Ellie brought to you, all of it washing over you like an intense sea of euphoria, nearly drowning you as you held onto the girl with weak hands.

She knows you’re weak, because she’s pulling you down to rest your warm body against her cool sheets, all while keeping her cool body pressed against yours to bring you back down to earth with her.

“That’s it baby…I know….did so good for me…” she sighs softly as she leaves gentle kisses against your cheeks and eyes, watching as the aftermath of your orgasm slowly pulls you to the depths of sleep, all of it too much on your body.

“My beautiful girl…my girl…my girl…” she hums out, almost like a song as she watches you cling to her in your sleep, soft hums and huffs leaving your lips, all of which makes Ellie smile adoringly at you as she holds you while you sleep.

And even while you’re settling into one of the deepest sleeps you’ve ever experienced, you don’t miss the soft kisses against your lips and cheeks, all paired with the constant, non stop praises from Ellie.

You especially don’t miss the way she leans in settles against the pillow next to you, mumbling the softest, sweetest words to you as her hands caressing your naked body.

“I love you, pretty girl..”

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie x you

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zeldasnotes · 3 months

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS 33

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• People with Sun in the 8th house or aspecting Pluto might have been saved from situations because of their fathers name. For example might be threathened then the people find who your father is and apologizes.

• If you ask someone whats the worst thing someone ever said to them it will probably be something related to their Chiron placement. Because A when people touch our Chiron wound we remember it forever and B for some damn reason people seem to always touch where you have your Chiron wound bc its kinda obvious to others.

• If you have 10th house placements you have a trademark after your name, whatever you do you easily become known for it. People want to put a label on you and the themes of the planet you have there is the label thats most easily put. So when you have 10th house planets its extra important to think before you act.

• If you have Lilith conjunct North Node you need to learn to do your own thing. Ive seen people with this who didnt reach their potential until they refused to stop trying to fit in and be ”normal” . You are a class of your own. People will respond to you differently when you act like Lilith. Example: A rapper in my country have this placement in Virgo and was treated bad by other rappers bc of a beef he had on the streets and bla bla. Anyways he knew he wouldnt get collabs bc of this so he made it ”his” thing to never have a feature on his songs and to never do interviews and be on other rappers tracks. After this people started respecting him more. He used his inability to fit in to make himself look even better.

• Venus/Neptune involve their love interest in their art. A lot of rappers with this might want to have their partner on their albumcover, in their music video, paint their partner etc. Dating a man with this placement feels like being his muse.

• Be careful when you have Venus in Leo in the Solar Return Chart because this one can really make you want to SPLURGE. Especially clothes, bags and stuff that makes you look good. 💰🛒🛍️💸

• Talking to someone with a Mercury/Pluto or Mercury/Nessus placement can feel like being interrogated. Constant checking if you are lying, asking extra questions to see if you change your story, detailed questions to see if your story is true. Can be very exhausting to be around bc of this (sorry).

• Every Aquarius Rising Ive met looked better in person than on pictures. There is a striking quality that the camera have a hard time capturing. Same with Virgo and Pisces Rising.

• People with Jupiter conjunct personal planets are funnier when they are not trying than when they try to be funny.

• Nanisca the role played by Viola Davis in the movie ”Woman King” reminds me of Sun conjunct Lilith.

• People with Ceres(1) conjunct personal planets seem to not like adornment.

• Aura(1488) conjunct Mercury might come across as sneaky.

• Venus in the 8th house or Venus aspecting Pluto attracts people who would normally not want them which is why they need to be extra careful. They might be super tall and attract someone who usually only go for short people or vice versa. But because of the intense magnetism that having a plutonian venus gives everyone wants a taste of you no matter if they really WANT you or not. Be wary of who you share your energy with.

• Venus Square MC might feel like their looks and social skills doesnt match the career they want or how they want the public to see them.

• Juno(3) or Venus Square Mars are the kind of people to have a huge difference in taste when it comes to who they want to sleep with and who they see as relationship material.

• If you have Lilith in the 7th house or Lilith conjunct Venus your ex's new partners might become obsessed with you or you become obsessed with your partners ex's.

• Dejanira(157) conjunct Ascendant is probably the scariest synastry aspect Ive ever experienced. Experienced it 2 times and both times I was Ascendant and he was Dejanira. Very scary attacks. I can even look at pictures of these people.

• Mars conjunct MC can mean a lot of people are scared of you. A very intimidating placement. In a mans chart it makes other men look up to him. Women with this placement seem too struggle with this placement a lot tho since people are more likely to want to challenge a woman who comes across as intimidating.

• Scorpio Moons seem to be very fascinated with psychopaths.

• Sag Moons might have had extremely carefree parents. Thats why these people can be so good on their own, they raised themselves. But its also why they flee from issues because they were never forced to stay and solve stuff like in a normal family.

• Cancer Risings can be really intimidating, especially the eyes. Ive mistaken so many Cancer Risings for being Scorpio Risings.

• Populus(8647) conjunct Mercury might be more popular among younger people.

• Lilith in a womans chart seem to show what archetype she finds empowering and might even want to be and in a mans chart an archetype he finds fascinating. Ex. Lilith 2nd/8th: the golddigger femme fatale, black widow. Lilith 4th house: The family matriarch, Evil Stepmom. Lilith 10th house: The boss, the businesswoman, cold bitch. Lilith 7th house: The homewrecker, femme fatale, beauty queen, homecoming queen, Mr steal yo girl. (Not always ofc and mostly this goes for when you are underdeveloped)

#astro notes #astrology #astro observations #astronotes #lilith #birth chart readings #ascendant #lilith aspects

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mockerycrow · 1 year

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Ghost NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ghost doesn’t really initiate what you need unless you say it because he isn’t sure what you need. You need a water? He’s grabbing it. You need cuddles? He’s pulling you close against his body.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your collarbones and throat. He can’t explain why.

He likes his size—not anything particular on himself, though.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It might be unexpected, but he loves to lick your cum up. You’ll find him tugging the bottom portion of his mask up in a frenzy, grabbing your hand and dragging his tongue, collecting the droplets of that milky substance. Or you’ll find him between your thighs often, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you just for a taste.

Personally, he doesn’t mind where his cum goes. Although, he finds it particularly hot if you let him cum in your underwear. He has a breeding kink, but that’s touched on later.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He fantasizes almost getting caught with you in charge; of course he would never actually risk it, but it’s a good fantasy that gets his eyes rolling into the back of his skull every time. Ghost isn’t one to let you have control like that either, so it surprises him when he finds himself stroking his cock to the idea of you wrapping a hand around his throat and squeezing, riding his cock like it’s a toy and not a person. The idea of being used like a dildo, especially in a space where someone could walk in? Works like a charm.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t Ghost is exactly inexperienced, but I think at this point, he’s probably a bit rusty. So he might not be as smooth, but he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When Ghost is topping, he loves putting you into a mating press or having you on your stomach with his hand pinning your head down by your neck.

When he’s bottoming, he’s prefers to be on his back, usually with his hands tied. I headcanon Ghost with the instinct to take back control when he’s subbing or bottoming, so tying him up would be his best option.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ghost is serious during sex, no doubt.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His time in the military doesn’t give him too much space to properly maintain himself, but I imagine he probably trims when he can. He’s bright blonde, but it’s still a shock when you see how bright his pubes are, too.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on his mood. There’s times where he will take his time, kiss every inch of skin, murmuring praises and then there’s time where he snarls an insult and pins you down, bullying your sweet spot.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t have much time in his life to masturbate, but when he does, his mind manages to think of the dirtiest shit. The kind of stuff that gets him all hot and bothered, panting and rolling his hips into his fist. Ghost likes a little bit of pain, so while one hand is acting as a fleshlight for his leaking cock, his other hand is squeezing his hip harshly, eyes rolling when that peak of pain hits.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ghost, despite actually not wanting any children ever, has a massive breeding kink. And it does matter if you are a person who cannot get pregnant, his mind does not care. He groans in your ear with every skin slapping thrust, asking how badly you want his cum inside of you, that if you want it that bad, you better tighten your legs to keep him inside—it takes him a while to even mention the word “breed”, but when he does, it opens the flood gates.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ghost prefers his private quarters. Control of the environment and no surprises.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Consent. He loves when you give him enthusiastic consent. When he murmurs into your ear that he’s going to fill you up until you leak, you whine and press yourself closer to him, whimpering that you need it, need him to cum. It gets him so fucking riled up.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ghost is pretty open minded, except for bodily fluids (excluding blood and spit). Piss is an immediate no. Ghost likes fear, like the fear that you give off when you don’t know what he’s going to do, but if you’re actually scared of him in a way where you genuinely don’t feel safe and he can tell? He hates that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give oral than to receive it sometimes. It depends on how his day is going, usually. When Ghost has a bad day but he’s still down for sexual activity, he finds himself between your legs, eyes closed as he takes a shaky breath in as he licks between your folds, moaning at the taste—or his eyes becoming lidded as he pushes the mask just to above his nose and he presses his slick tongue against the side of your cock.

When he is given oral, he loves to throat-fuck you, make you cockwarm him by shoving you all the way down and wrapping a leg around your shoulder, keeping you in place.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again, it really depends on his mood. If he’s had a bad day and he’s frustrated, you best believe he’s fucking his cock into you and doesn’t stop until he’s cum at least twice. Then there’s the bad days where he wants you to use him, quietly begging for you to ride him and don’t stop, even when he starts to complain from overstimulation.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Ghost doesn’t really like quickies, but it’s something he has to do due to his military lifestyle.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Ghost is 100% willing to experiment but there’s some things he just won’t risk; like getting caught. He sure as hell will masturbate to the idea, but he doesn’t actually want to risk that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ghost himself can cum three or four times before he’s out of the game, but in general? His stamina allows him to get you off for a lot longer. You’ve made him cum until it h urts but you still aren’t done? No problem!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Ghost owns 1 (one) singular personal toy that he keeps hidden deep within his belongings in his quarters. It’s a vibrating fleshlight.

If you own toys and want Ghost to use them on you, he has no problem with that. If you want to use them on him, however, it depends on the toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ghost is only a bit unfair, he prefers to be professional but if you work with him, he finds himself tuning to a separate and private radio signal with you and his voice dropping a couple of octaves.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Groans, grunts, a few moans. If you overstimulate him enough, you get a quiet whimper.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I headcanon Ghost really likes spit, but he’s doesn’t share that fact until months after having sex for the first time because although it’s not bad at all, he feels kinda weird to share it. He likes both spitting into your mouth and getting you to spit into his. It gets him all fuzzy in the head when you do it and he doesn’t understand the feeling, but it gives him such a sexual high.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We all know this man is big and buff as fuck, he’s toned. And we all know his cock also has to be big.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He doesn’t have a particularly high sex drive, really. He has the ability to turn it off when he’s off on a mission.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has a tough time sleeping, so he doesn’t fall asleep immediately, even if you tore orgasm after orgasm out of him.

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Secret Crush

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would handle having a secret crush on reader who’s not a celebrity and/or only views them as a friend, so they can’t show their affection.

Warnings: lil angsty,

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who requested this! This is slightly similar to the falling for a friend hcs I did a while back, but I thought I’d try to cover the more unrequited aspects, though I'm not the best at those. Hope you like it anyway!

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Jin:

GUILT. He honestly feels so bad that he’s put you in this awkward of a situation, even though you don’t have a clue you’re even in an awkward situation.

As I said before, I think he would try to content himself with just being the best ‘best friend’ you could ever ask for.

Which works, until it doesn’t. Because the closer you get, the harder it is for him to hide his feelings.

He fusses/worries about you a lot.

Would probably get jealous surprisingly easy, but try and brush it off with comments like “They’re just not good enough for you.”

Yoongi:

I’ve said it before, if he doesn’t want you to know about something, you. will. never. know. and that’s especially true when it comes to this.

Even if he’s absolutely head over heels for you, you won’t catch on, bc he finds legitamite excuses for any questionable behavior he might display around you.

Becomes a bit standoff-ish at times, but if he ever sees you struggling with something or needing help, he’s there in an instant.

It honestly gives you whiplash how fast he goes from ‘I don’t care’ to ‘I care a lot actually’, but he claims he’s just trying to be a good friend.

Y’all probably fight a lot, but If anybody else ever hurts/upsets you tho, he will end them(only half joking).

Hobi:

Again, as I said before, he’s naturally a very affectionate person, so how he’d behave towards his crush wouldn’t be that different from how he is with his other friends.

But on the inside, I think he would be overanilyzing everything, trying to make sure he’s not overstepping any bounderies.

Very much the ‘suck it up and smile’ mentality, which isn’t exactly the best/healthiest approach, but he doesn’t care.

So long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

I actually think he would be one of the worst at this kind of dynamic, he’d either end up confessing or distancing himself.😥

Namjoon:

So conflicted.

Might try and distance himself from you at first, bc he thinks it’ll make it easier from him to get over you, but then he just feels lonely all the time, and he’d rather be with you than without you, so he just tries to suck it up and pretend everythings cool.

Which he’s pretty good at, to an extent.

Literally can not stand seeing you flirt or show interest in anyone else tho, like it makes him feel physically unwell. If you do, he’s ghosting for a bit.

You end up developing a very intense ‘on again, off again’ friendship, which results in more than a few fights between you😖

Jimin:

As usual, Jimin is the personification of confusion for me.

Bc he doesn’t exactly hide his feelings towards you, but he’s always tacking on the line of ‘as a friend’ to the end of everything to avoid looking suspisious.

Flirting is basically his second language tho and that will not change unless it makes you uncomfortable, and then he’s the image polite respectfulness.

He just always wants you to be comfortable and happy, but he can get a bit over protective at times for seemingly no reason.

Every now and then though, it starts to weigh on him a bit more and he gets a bit moody and distant.

Taehyung:

Acts completly normal, until he doesn’t.

Can go from beaming and having the best time with you to sad puppy in instant bc he caught himself going to hold your hand or smth, and he has the record scratch moment of ‘wait no, that’s not what friends do’.

Of course you catch these sudden drops in his mood, but he never tells you what’s going on, so you just try to stick closer to him to make him feel better.

Which only increases his frustration sometimes, but other times he can’t help indulging in the affection when he can get it.

Tends to feel guilty afterwards for not being honest with you, but he’d rather have you as just a friend than potentially not at all.

Jungkook:

Not the best at hiding his feelings, but he manages.

His main issue is that he gets jealous and overprotective very easily, but knows he can’t exactly keep you close without drawing attention to himself.

Has nearly gotten into several fights bc he didn’t like the way someone was looking at/treating you. You joke that he’s your guard dog, but he takes it seriously.

Similar to Joon, y’all would end up with this ‘on and off’ type relationship that goes from being super close to barely talking.

Another that I think would either end up confessing anyway, just to get it out there, or pulling away.

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Stranger Than (Fan)Fiction - Chapter 2: Out of Character

Previous Chapter: Alternate Universe

Summary: Things are starting to get weird in Hawkins. Weird for Eddie, especially. (AKA Eddie Munson and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week)

Word Count: 9k

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader

Warnings/Themes: No-Upside-Down AU, Fluff, Angst, mention of virginity, Smut (male masturbation), sexual fantasies, brief Breeding Kink mention (I SWEAR IT WILL MAKE SENSE bear with me), Isekai, Mentions of FOI-compliant events and characters, Lovesick Eddie, jealousy, satire, a Monkey’s Paw type situation, Cliffhanger, Meta Fiction, Eddie acts a little OOC—it’s in the title

Note: Hey everyone, we're back with hopefully some more regularly posted chapters now that my baby SMVerse is complete. Very sorry for how long this chapter is, the next one is admittedly planned to be shorter. There was just a lot of dough to knead here. Thank you to @dr-aculaaa @powderblueblood and @rosewaterandivy for their contribution to some details of the chapter. IYKYK. And they know. Especially how much it means to me.

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It goes without saying that your newfound independence had led to the most fun you’d ever had.

You weren’t afraid to be by yourself; on the contrary, it was almost like you were by yourself for the first time in your life.

That was the thing about living in a small town, everyone knew everyone else and your friends and neighbors always popped in unannounced, usually to a lot of fanfare and excitement.

There was never a dull moment with your friends.

But every aspect of your life in Port Geneva hinged around them, and now you could really focus on you. Realize that you were worth more than what you did to enrich someone else's life. Now you could enrich your own.

You listened to music you'd never heard before. What music had you even listened to before?

You ate foods you'd never eaten before. If you really thought about it, what had you ever eaten but short stacks with strawberries and sandwiches from the deli and cafeteria pizza?

You saw the world; sketched buildings and landscapes that were so different from the ones you were used to. Had you ever seen a house that didn't look like the ones in your cookie-cutter suburb? Or seen grass that wasn't perfectly manicured?

Who knew that wildflowers existed outside of storybooks?

Sometimes you stayed for a while; got a little room at a motel in a town that reminded you a lot of home and nothing like home at all. Too homesick to keep jumping around but not homesick enough to go back. You'd get a job for a few weeks--always lucking out on an opening for a waitressing or babysitting gig or something--pad your pockets, fall in love with the town and sometimes with the people there.

Then the need to leave simmered in your bones once again and you were forced back onto the road.

There was one town you were almost loath to leave. A midwest town and a goofy guy named Ed who made you laugh and called you sweetheart and kissed you shyly; he really understood you, understood the need to march to the beat of your own drum, because his big dream was to get out of his hometown too and make a name of himself.

Which is why he wasn't mad when it was time for you to go.

You'd always remember Stuckeyville.

But it was no matter; the world was yours for the taking. You'd keep going, on and on to the next destination, until you couldn't anymore.

Then one day, a year-or-so into your trip, it happened.

You'd been driving, thinking of the postcards that were burning a hole in your backpack to be sent back home. It was late, and you were tired and ready to make it to your next destination.

That's when you crashed.

December 1985

"Ed..."

"Hmmm?"

"I've gotta get up."

"Five more minutes."

"You're lying on my arm." He could feel the slight movement of something beneath him. "God, you and your big fat head, my hand is numb!"

Eddie groaned as you pushed at him and before long, your finger--cold and wet with spit--slid into his ear, rendering him fully awake and squirming to get away from you.

"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed as he hopped off his bed and tried to rid himself of the phantom feeling of your invasion. "Gah, ugh, gross!"

"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," you grinned and got up from the bed to stretch. You put your hands on your hips and glared at him playfully. "Especially when she's gonna be late. You should know how Bev is better than anybody."

Violation quickly forgotten, Eddie watched you run back and forth around his room; a satisfied feeling settled in his chest as you picked bits of clothing up to layer back on, fixed your hair, swept the fingers over the corners of your eyes to wipe the sleep from them as you got ready for your shift at the Hideout.

It was a feeling that he was quickly becoming addicted to.

How many weeks had you been dating now?

Not enough to satisfy his rapidly increasing dependence on you.

Dating.

You even called him your boyfriend. God it still seemed like such a dream to him. One he never wanted to wake up from. But it was real. You had dates and you took naps together and talked on the phone; sure it was just easier to cross Forest Hills and sit on one of your porches to chat until it was past midnight and you were dozing off, but as the cold weather rolled in, the phone was the easier bet.

Racked up a bit of a phone bill but who was he to complain?

He always paid Wayne back.

It was worth it.

More often than not he started the call with the obligatory “what are you wearing” despite having most likely seen you earlier in the night. But you, not one to leave a man hanging, would always come up with a comical response: astronaut suit, Princess Leia’s bikini and a clown nose, pajamas made out of the hide of Big Bird himself.

It was ridiculous and nothing less than Eddie expected from his favorite tv character and the one true love of his life.

Thankfully, the two of you decided that sickeningly sweet was not your style. Not like some couples. There was no you hang up first or schmoopsie pet names. More often than not he just called you sweetheart; it rolled off the tongue. And you? Called him your idiot.

Yours.

He'd worried with Paige once upon a time that he didn't know how to be someone's boyfriend. Turned out, he just had to find someone to be a friend first, then the rest just...fell into place.

And aside from some of the nerves he'd had when you first showed up in town, and the ever-present question of just how you came to be in Hawkins--

There was a knock on the door to his bedroom.

"'Right Ed, I'm heading off to work," Wayne said through the door.

"Wait up," you called out to him as you hopped to pull your boots on. "I'm about to leave too."

You stopped briefly to give Eddie a tender kiss, and he chased after you when you tried to pull away. His lips refused to part from yours, his hands found your waist to tug you closer, and his heart soared when you sighed and gave into him a little longer.

--Everything was perfect.

You gave him a dreamy smile when you pulled away, one that quickly turned into a feral grin.

"I'm gonna be late," you whispered conspiratorially. "And the old man is gonna question whether your innocence is still intact or not if we take any more time."

Eddie froze.

Well. Almost perfect.

You took the opportunity to stick your tongue out at him and reached up to honk the tip of his nose, before you bolted from the room to leave.

Once the door to the trailer slammed shut and Eddie was alone, he fell back onto the bed with his hands over his face; his head spun as he wondered how the fuck he'd gotten here. To this point. This moment in time.

Because somehow...some way...you thought he was still a virgin.

"Somehow," he grumbled to himself after a second. "You're the one who told her you were, you idiot!"

And he had.

It was a funny story; it always was with Eddie.

Except this was anything but funny.

It has been the third date and there was just…a natural progression of things on your sofa after a day out at StarCourt. Music was playing, hands were wandering; he’d gotten a bit excited and rocked his hips against you creating a delicious crescendo of moans from both of you.

Then for some reason, Eddie thought back to Port Geneva.

Besides a few sweet kisses you shared with douchebag Mark Fisher, you never engaged in any…physical show of affection. No one did, actually. There had never been anything heavier than hand holding and kissing—maybe the occasional make out—shown on screen. Which, in hindsight he should have rationalized as being obvious; it was a family show on television, after all.

Instead he’d opened his big mouth and asked “hang on, are you a virgin?”

Rather than answer, you got bashful all of a sudden; you turned the question back on him, stuttering all the while.

“Eddie…a-are you a-a virgin?”

What could he say looking into your big wide eyes and kiss-bruised lips, thinking you were nervous and wanting to fix his gaff—especially considering all the blood had rushed from his brain to his cock—but yes?

Next thing he knew you were cuddling him, coddling him, and telling him that you could proceed with whatever next step he wanted, whenever he was ready.

In that moment how could he admit that it was all a lie? That he was an idiot and a liar trying to make you feel better? That he was no bumbling, blushing virgin; he was only saying it because he thought you were.

He knew if he tried to backtrack, you’d either believe he was a jerk or that he tried to lie again to feel less embarrassed.

So he let it slide.

Whatever. Virginity was a bullshit concept anyway.

The truth would come out eventually. It just made everything a little more complicated in the mean time.

“As if everything isn’t complicated enough anyway,” Eddie huffed.

Speaking of complicated, between napping in your comfortable embrace, your kiss, and thinking of the events that led up to the unfortunate virginity confession, he was in a bit of a situation.

Stiff and aching in his jeans, he did what he always did: Eddie took care of himself.

He unbuckled his belt and quickly rid himself of the barriers of denim and flannel, then scrambled to find the bottle of lotion that he unceremoniously shoved into the drawer of the bedside table. Just like all of the other things he tried to hide whenever you came over.

Other things...including the poster of you that he'd cut out of the TV Guide.

There was a spark of desire in him—of need—at the sight of it. Of you.

"I shouldn't," he muttered as his fingers hovered at the edge of the drawer, ready to close it. He'd already found what he needed. Best just close the drawer and crank one out and be a happy camper til the next time the need arose.

"It's just...not right...right?" he tried to convince himself as you stared up at him from inside the drawer.

He weighed the pros and cons, tried to convince himself that it was a normal thing. How many other times had he jacked off to pictures in magazines, or crushes from school. Shit, he'd even done it to the fantasy of you.

But now you were real and his girlfriend. Wasn’t that some kind of moral dilemma?

On the other hand, he would just be using a picture of his girlfriend to get off. That was normal, right?

Except...well...it was you, but not you you. Rosemary Glass you. The real you just left for work. The you in real life and the you in the TV Guide were not the same. You were full of life and energy and affection and not an ultra posed picture on a page.

There was another beat of debate before Eddie made a decision.

"Fuck it," he groaned and grabbed the flimsy magazine page and then slammed the back of his hand against the drawer to shut it. If he spent any more time weighing the moral implications here, he'd lose out on the opportunity.

So, poster in one hand, lotion well-coating the other, Eddie immediately sought out his hard cock and groaned with the brief sense of relief.

"Yeah," he sighed. His tongue traced the seam of his lips and he locked eyes with yours in the poster. "That's it."

Internal debate forgotten, he lost himself to his imagination with every stroke and squeeze and twist.

You kissed on him and your hand replaced his. No, your mouth instead of your hand. His mouth on you? He knew what your mouth tasted like; what about the rest of you? It was a delicious fantasy to explore.

His eyes roamed over the dips and curves of your body; he focused on the way your legs looked in that skirt as he squeezed the base of his cock and moaned.

What he wouldn't give to rip that skirt off of you. No, wait. You deserved better than that. He would undress you carefully, show how much you meant to him, then skink into your warmth. How would you feel? Like Heaven, he was sure.

His hand moved faster now, his toes curled, as he imagined this scenario and that one. What if he fucked you in the backseat of your car? Or shit, what about if he bent you over it? Take a drive out to the quarry and have his way with you.

"Fuck, fuck," he groaned and stilled for a second, savoring the intense build of feelings, before he bucked up into his fist repeatedly. "Yeah sweetheart just like that."

He focused on that sly smile, that tilt of your head.

Would you smile up at him like that when he was buried deep inside you, finding all the ways he could make you whine and keen for him. Shit, finding all the ways he would whine for you, just like he was now. Would you ask him for more?

"I'll give it to you baby," he muttered and bit his lip as the wave of his pleasure began to crest. He closed his eyes again to savor it. Savor the fantasy of you there with him, rocking and riding the wave with him. He couldn't wait for the day. "All of it. Whatever you want. Whatever you need."

Would you let him cum inside? You'd beg for it. Beg for his cum.

"Yeah? You'd let me?" he asked breathlessly.

"Please, please," you'd whine.

"Uh-huh? Yeah?"

"Please." You'd scrunch your eyes tightly, pull him in as deep as he could go. "Put a baby inside of me Eddie."

Eddie's eyes shot open and he choked on air. He let go of the now-crumpled magazine and his throbbing cock with a shout.

Panic gripped him.

"W-what the fuck?" he panted, rapidly coming down from his high like a man plummeting to the earth with a parachute that simply wouldn't open. "What the fuck? Why?"

His mind raced.

How had he thought of that? Where did it come from? He wasn't...he didn't...he'd never fantasized about something like that before. With anyone. Ever. Not alone either. Shit, he'd even accidentally checked out a porno from Family Video once that had a pregnant...

"Blagh," he gagged at the memory and fully lost the edge of his erection. The need to come was now gone; in fact, he suddenly never wanted to come again. Not if it meant that he was going to think thoughts like that?

With intense clarity, he tried to retrace his metaphorical steps. Tried to remember what exactly got him to those thoughts, to that...well, he could hardly call it a fantasy now could he? Nightmare. But he simply couldn't fathom how it had cropped up.

"Fuck," he groaned and looked down at himself. At his softening cock slick with lotion, at the crumpled picture of you with the sparkling eyes and smile. And he was reminded of the moral dilemma that he'd encountered a short while ago.

"No," he shook his head. "Not her. Rosemary Glass. That's all it is. I just...fucked myself up fantasizing about Rosemary Glass and my mind punished me. Haha Eddie, jokes on you, got the girl of your dreams and you'd prefer a picture. That's it."

Yeah, that's all it was.

All it had to be.

Otherwise...what the fuck was wrong with him?

What the fuck was wrong with Eddie Munson?

That seemed to be the question of the day, every day, for the rest of the week.

Well, that was what everyone seemed to ask Eddie; friends, teachers, bullies. To Eddie, though, it seemed like everything else was wrong.

It all started in O'Donnell's history class the following day after the, uh...fantasy incident.

He was excited to show up to class.

No, that wasn't why things were wrong. He'd been passing History, working hard ever since that first study date, excited to show up and succeed and actually graduate. And that day they were due to get a test back, one that he actually studied and prepared for.

So yes, he was excited.

Imagine his surprise when Mrs. O'Donnell placed the packet face-down on his desk and shook her head at him.

"I don't know what went wrong here Edward," she tutted. "You were making some real improvements. Such a disappointment."

Eddie frowned as she walked away, and he quickly flipped his packet over to the oh-so-familiar sea of red pen scribbles and a big fat F at the top of the page.

Not just an F. A zero.

"What the fuck?" he whispered.

He might not have been a star student but he’s never outright tanked a test before. Especially not one he’s studied for.

He went over every question again and every answer, wracked his brain for the responses he knew to be true—he had several B’s and C’s on quizzes to prove it—and then read the wrong answers on the test for all of them. Written in his obvious chicken scratch with doodles in the margins just like he remembered drawing when he took the test. So it's not like someone just wrote his name on their test.

O’Donnell took pity on him at the end of class and said he could sit for the test again during his study hall, especially since he’d been making some improvement. He’d practically kissed her.

Only for him to fail again.

He burned with self-hatred at first, and then simply turned his rage on O'Donnell, because he knew all of the answers. She must have just been a picky grader.

That was it, right? She just had it in for him.

But then other things just got worse.

Jason Carver might have been a tool bag and an antagonistic bully but he’d never been outright hostile before. Not like some of his predecessors.

Not like Tommy…Tommy H.

On an unrelated note, that bothered Eddie too. He couldn’t remember Tommy’s last name. Tommy who bullied him and his friends viciously. Tommy H…Tommy Hayes? Tommy Hagan? Both existed in his mind. And yeah normally he wouldn't give a shit but what the hell? First the History test and now Tommy H?

Regardless, Jason had been especially brutal lately.

Overly antagonistic, even calling Edde a freak in the middle of class. He and the rest of the basketball team had even begun their physical assault on him and his friends openly. The jocks pushed them into lockers, spit on them, and threw things. Gareth even got a black eye when they "ran into" the jocks after gym on Thursday.

Eddie knew he wasn't well-liked, but it burned him deep inside that no one spoke up, students and teachers alike. It was all out in the open, where everyone could see or report to the faculty. Even his friends kept their mouths shut and endured the abuse.

No one seemed to be bothered though; they kept to the status quo. And Eddie wasn’t gonna try his luck with Higgins on his own.

Cowards.

Friday morning, Eddie thought he had the answer; Chrissy Cunningham—Queen of Hawkins High and Jason’s girlfriend—spoke to him in homeroom. Not only spoke to him, but made moon eyes at him in every class they shared and in the hall between the classes that they didn't.

And it was getting annoying.

“Dude, Chrissy keeps looking over here,” Jeff whispered at lunch.

“I know!” Eddie slammed his hands on the table, startling the others. He took a calming breath and repeated himself, softer, to Jeff.

“What’s her deal? Does she wanna join Hellfire or something?”

“I dunno man, something strange is happening,” he shook his head and picked at his food. “I don’t know if she’s in some…argument with Jason and is trying to make him jealous. Or if she’s just bored and is enjoying his torment of the village idiots or something.”

“Maybe she wants to buy some weed,” Gareth piped up. “Slumber party with the rest of the cheer squad. She is the Captain. It’s her job to score.”

“Nah man,” Dave chortled. “I think it’s more likely that she’s trying to score in a different way. Get Eddie to fall in love with her or something and make a fool out of him.”

The guys all started laughing and making kissy noises, much to Eddie’s growing annoyance. Every puckering noise grated something deep within him. And it only pissed him offs more when the freshman started to get in on the fun, with Mike and Lucas singing about Eddie and Chrissy sitting in a tree—

“K-I-S-S-I-N—”

“Shut up!” Eddie slammed his hands on the table and shouted, voice echoing across the cafeteria, practically silencing everyone at the intrusion.

His shoulders heaved as he glared over at the jock’s table, where a certain someone with a bouncing strawberry ponytail waved hello, even as she sat with her boyfriend’s arm comfortably around her. And said boyfriend was glaring knives at him; if looks could kill, Eddie would be done for.

His thoughts spiraled and his ears started to ring.

What the fuck was going on? Why was everyone trying to fuck with him now? Why was everything suddenly out of control in such a short period of time? Was this karma? He got one thing he desperately needed so everything else was going to shit?

Suddenly he had an out of body experience, or at least…that’s what it felt like. He watched it all happen, felt all the movements and the words fly out of his mouth but he wasn’t in control.

One moment he was sitting at the head of his table, hands tented in front of his face as he contemplated life, and the next he was standing. Standing on top of the table, actually, and while that wasn’t an unusual occurrence, it’s what he did up there that was.

“Hey Carver, you have a fucking problem with me?” He shouted, hands cupped around his mouth. “Why don’t you step into my office and file a complaint!”

His arms swept outwards of their own volition and he bowed over to gesture to the table and to his friends.

“Pretty sure my associates have a few choice words for you too.”

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…

Jason was on his feet immediately, with Patrick and Andy quick to follow.

“What’s your damage freak?” He chuckled sardonically through gritted teeth. “Trying to have your own little David and Goliath moment? Prepare to get toppled.”

“Wait, do you think you’re David right now? You think you’re a hero?”Jeff scoffed and got to his feet, spurning the rest of Corroded Coffin to do the same, sending jeers and taunts across the room. The jocks did much of the same, name calling and shouting vicious threats.

“I’m gonna kick your ass Emerson!”

“Kick? How about kiss! Just like your mom likes to do!”

It kept going until Eddie took a few steps down the table, leant down, and scooped his fingers through Mike’s gloopy mashed potatoes, ready to fling a handful towards the enemies.

He was prepared for the worst as he witnessed it all from inside his own body, as he felt the gravy slip down his hand and into the sleeve of his jacket. An all out war, the need to protect his friends again—worse this time with the Freshman—the dread of listening to Gareth’s fingers breaking once more…it would all start once the first shot was fired.

If there was a God—or some fate writing this in the books of the universe who was just really bad at writing a fight sequence—now would be the time for them to make themselves known.

“Munson!”

Eddie inhaled the air greedily as he regained control of himself, and he marveled at Higgins' sudden appearance: standing in the doorway to the cafeteria with Coach Palmer and Nancy Wheeler standing behind him.

He’d never been so happy to see them in his life.

“Munson,” Higgins shouted at him. “Get down from there!”

Jeff, knowing what was good for them all, pulled Eddie down from the table and he stumbled on legs made weak from the rapid loss of adrenaline. Lucas passed a handful of paper napkins for him to clean off his hands as Higgins and Coach crossed the cafeteria, Coach to take care of his little minions, and Higgins to take care of him.

Despite their tenuous truce, Higgins grabbed Eddie by the arm and tugged him towards the cafeteria doors.

“Detention,” he hissed in Eddie’s face.

“My fucking pleasure,” Eddie replied desperately, suddenly a devout believer in whatever deity he had evoked.

Man, this was getting to be a habit.

As he was escorted out of the cafeteria, Eddie vaguely heard Dustin over the din of classmate whispers.

“Guys, that was weird. What’s wrong with Eddie?”

“What do you mean?” Gareth answered blithely. “He’s always like that.”

"I can't believe you got detention."

"I mean, Higgins could have expelled me. Or tried to get me to drop out again."

"I really fucking hate that guy," you muttered and reached out to grab a box from the shelf. "How about this one?"

"Seen it, fake blood is obviously fake."

"You're such a horror snob."

"Don't deny it," he whispered in your ear and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "That's your favorite thing about me."

You put the movie back on the shelf in a huff and then the two of you shuffled forward down the aisle.

Saturdays were made to be spent together; Saturday mornings specifically. Eddie would take as much time with you as he could, but Hawkins was Hawkins and there was only so much to do. So you designated Saturdays as mornings out before you went to work and Eddie made the rounds to whatever parties he could safely show his face at and make some quick cash.

You traded off on whoever made plans, and today he had pathetically suggested a movie, snacks, and cuddling on the couch, needing to find a respite in your arms after the abject chaos of his week.

He already felt worlds better, more like himself, because you listened and understood.

He ranted and cursed during the drive and you hung onto every word, only interjecting to offer gentle encouragement. You didn't pity him or blame him--well, you blamed him for almost starting a food fight and since he couldn't explain what overcame him in that moment, he accepted it--but you made sure he knew that you had been in his shoes and understood exactly how he felt.

His dependence on you made itself known when you got into the store. As much as you protested his arms latching around you immediately, he knew you secretly enjoyed the proximity and the sweetness that he lavished you with.

Hobbling down the aisles with him practically attached to you; whispered stories, jokes, and terms of endearment; and an occasional raspberry on your neck if and when you had differing opinions about a movie.

Eddie thought The Outsiders was a good movie. You preferred the book. Which was fine. You tried to tell him Rob Lowe was cute, though; that earned you some punishment.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you never had a crush on a celebrity," you snorted and squealed and tried to free yourself from his grasp. Which you did successfully as your words made him freeze. "Or like...a character from a tv show or something."

You didn't know how close to the truth you were.

He felt his world tilt on its axis as you kept browsing and spouting off names and laughing, and with each celebrity or character you named, the more he thought of Port Geneva with intense clarity.

He could hear the theme song, see the neon text of the closing card, and feel his heart skip a beat when you'd show up on screen and greet your friends "Hey guys!"

"Hey guys!" your same voice rang from the other side of the partition of tapes, same emphasis and volume and cheer as you would on tv, as you greeted Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington. "Are those new?"

"Mmhmm," Robin affirmed. "Technically they were supposed to go out yesterday for the weekend, but someone was too busy flirting with Melanie Hartford."

Steve's embarrassed trip-up over a response was overshadowed as you called out.

"Hey Eddie, come here, I think they're putting out some new movies."

Eddie took a breath to compose himself, carefully placed the mask of cool and adoring boyfriend back on, and then rounded the corner to join you.

"If it's Death Wish 3 on tape, it wasn't that goo--" Eddie trailed off as he stopped in his tracks.

He understood why Steve sounded so embarrassed.

Eddie mainly steered clear of Steve Harrington over the years; yeah he was a shithead and a bit of a bully, but especially since the Freshman insisted that Steve was a nice guy, he'd tried to put it all in the past. Best not think of King Steve and all of the opportunities and advantages that he'd gotten, no matter how good of a guy they claimed he was.

Knowing Harrington's reputation and then fall from grace over the past few months though, he wondered if Steve had ever had some unreciprocated crush before.

Because he was certainly acting like he had a crush in front of you.

A crush on you.

Eddie knew what it looked like when someone had a crush; shit, he'd felt that way plenty of times over the years. The shifting eyes, the nervous stuttering. He'd gotten pretty good at hiding it, being able to put on the cool guy front. But Steve was doing it all out in the open.

Steve watched as you and Robin passed tapes back and forth--watched you more than Robin, actually--threw a comment in every now and again. When he cracked a joke, his eyes slid directly to you, and when you laughed, he beamed brightly.

And Eddie didn't know what he was more grateful for: the fact that you seemed oblivious to it all, or that he was there to witness it and put an end to it.

He tamped down the fire that built up inside of him and closed the distance; he threw an arm over your shoulder with a cool greeting to Robin and Steve.

"I've never even heard of some of these movies, have you?" Robin asked with some bewilderment.

"I don't know, this one sounds familiar," you hummed thoughtfully.

"See that's what I told Rob," Steve interjected and Eddie grit his teeth.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Robin scoffed.

"Isn't this the girl from Legend?" You held up a video box to Eddie to show him. He couldn't be bothered to really notice the titles of the movies on display--Ferris Bueller's Day Off, The Lost Boys, Lethal Weapon--and instead he chose to press a kiss to the side of your head and continue glaring at Steve.

You turned back to Robin.

"Do you guys have Legend? I saw it when it came out but it'd be nice to see it again."

"I can show you!" Steve jumped at the chance, but Robin rolled her eyes and pushed him away.

"I've got this dingus," she waved at the tapes on the counter. "If you could finish processing these like you should've done yesterday?"

Steve huffed as you and Robin walked away, but Eddie stayed behind. He leaned over the counter, elbows resting against the edge.

"How've things been Harrington?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Uhh," Steve shrugged but pointedly ignored Eddie's eyes. "Good, fine."

"Did I overhear Buckley right? Going on dates? You finally over Nancy Wheeler," Eddie's voice got progressively louder.

"What the--listen keep your voice down, Jesus," Steve laughed nervously, gaze shifting in the direction that you and Robin had disappeared. "A guy's gotta move on. Can't be lovesick over Nance forever."

Eddie plastered a fake smile on his face and laughed heartily.

"Yeah? Gotta find someone else to obsess over?" The smile dropped almost immediately and he became dead-eyed. "Stop making goo-goo eyes at my girlfriend."

"Hey, Munson, I'm sorry--" Steve held his hands out innocently. "She just came in one day and I thought she was cute; I didn't know that you were--"

"I'm sorry," Eddie mimicked Steve, standing stiff and straight with shaking hands. "I didn't know the freak could have a girlfriend."

He reached across the counter and grabbed Steve by the vest and pulled him forward, close enough so he could get in his face.

"Don't look at her again, don't talk to her again," he hissed. "You can have literally any other girl in Hawkins, King Steve. So you better get over your crush fast."

Yeah, it was harsh, and in hindsight he should have been a little nicer about it. But after everything had compounded on him all week, it was nice to just be a raging asshole like everyone expected him to be.

Unfortunately, you had never experienced Eddie The Villain Munson.

"Eddie, what the hell!" you exclaimed as you appeared in his peripheral vision.

Until right that second.

"Let him go, what are you doing?" you rushed forward and slapped at his hands to get him to release Steve. He did, but continued to glare as he backed away and took several calming breaths.

"Hey, in all honesty," Robin laughed nervously as she returned to the counter. "Dudley Do-Right here probably said something dumb and deserved it."

"What's going on?" you ignored her and whispered to Eddie. "I thought we were just gonna have a relaxing day. You were fine two seconds ago. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," he deflected. "Don't worry about it."

"We can just go home and hang out like you wanted; you said Wayne has some Bonanza reruns on tape. We can laugh at Hoss and Little Joe and--"

His eyes went wide; the Bonanza tapes were by the TV, mixed up with the Port Geneva tapes.

"No!" he shouted aggressively...defensively; it startled you. "No Bonanza!"

"Oh...kay."

Then your whole demeanor changed.

You crossed your arms in front of you and your eyes went cold and distant; you frowned, deep enough to create lines on your forehead and around your mouth. You suddenly looked a lot older than you were, aged by disappointment and...guilt maybe? He didn't know. He'd never seen you like that before, and he suddenly felt bad.

"Let's uhh...let's just go," you offered quickly, then apologized to Steve and Robin for taking their time.

"Hey wait, I'm sorry," he tried to apologize. "We can still get a movie and hang out. I just...I don't know...I fucked up. I'm sorry."

"No, I...I forgot Bev said she might need some extra help today. Making some changes, I don't know. I need to go in. It's my fault. I'm sorry."

"Sweetheart wait!" he called out as you walked out of the store and towards your car. He looked back at Robin and Steve, who pointedly avoided looking at him, and then huffed a sigh and followed you.

The ride back to Forest Hills was tense and silent.

Eddie knew he fucked up, knew he hurt you, but didn't know what to say or how to fix it.

"What the fuck is wrong with Eddie Munson?"

That was the question of the week, and now even Eddie was asking it of himself. Especially since he couldn't even control himself.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to you when you parked in front of his place. "I don't know...I'm just sorry."

"It's ok," you shook your head. "Seriously Eddie, don't worry about it. You just had a bad week. I need to go to work. We'll hang out another time."

"I'll call you tonight," he promised. "After work."

"Sure," you offered a tight-lipped smile. "Just rest today ok? And feel better."

"Yeah."

"Everything's gonna be ok."

"I know."

He leaned over and gave you a kiss and there was something about the way that you kissed him...that made his heart ache, and he didn't know why.

Eddie watched as you drove away, off to the Hideout to help Bev, or whatever else you could do if it ended up being a lie so you could just get away from him.

He'd fix it; he had to. He just got his wish, got you; he couldn't lose you. It would be the last straw.

He climbed up the porch steps, lost in his own thoughts, but when he opened the door--

"What the fuck?"

--all of his worries were forgotten, because the trailer was trashed.

Wayne was blissfully asleep on the fold-out bed, but there were piles of laundry on the couch, dirty dishes piled in the sink in the kitchen. Empty, crushed beer and soda cans littered the floor; honestly, there was just trash everywhere.

Eddie had only left an hour or two ago, and the trailer...well it might have had some clutter but at least it was tidy. It looked like an atomic bomb of trash had exploded in here.

If he had just been wondering what was wrong with him, he was suddenly wondering what was wrong with the universe again.

"What the fuck?"

The rest of the weekend had been spent cleaning.

Not tidying, literally cleaning.

He'd tried to ask Wayne about it all--maybe some weird trash bandit had come or kids trying to pull a prank, it wasn't like they really locked their doors--but what was even more suspicious was that Wayne didn't blink an eye at the mess.

"I work, you have school," he shook his head and tried to go back to sleep. "Chores pile up kid. That's the way it's always been. We'll get ahead of it again eventually."

And that just made Eddie feel bad; had it actually been this bad all along and he never realized it? Had Wayne done all this cleaning and housework on his own and now the weariness and the years just started to catch up? It must've only gotten worse now that Eddie lived with him.

So Eddie kept his head down and his mouth shut and tried to make it all better.

He cleaned and cleaned, and it seemed that no matter how much he cleaned, everything only got worse. The laundry on the sofa had been put away--more laundry than Eddie or Wayne really even had clothes to be honest. The fridge was somehow both empty--even though he'd just remembered to do a little grocery shopping...or had that been the other day--and full of rotten food at the same time. There was plenty of beer though. The dishes were all cleaned and spotless, only for him to come home from school on Monday afternoon to find them all to be right back again. Has they even used real dishes? Not that he could recall.

Fuck.

He complained to you on the phone late Saturday night--

"I don't know how it happened. It's like suddenly out of the blue it all just...appeared."

"Wayne didn't hold a secret party while we were out?" you asked, although your voice seemed stiff...distant.

"He just rolled right over and went back to sleep."

--but aside from some sympathy, you didn't seem to think anything was weird.

Hell, even his friends didn't seem suspicious.

"The trailer is always dirty," Gareth scoffed at practice on Monday night. "Like...no offense man, it's a trailer park, what do you expect."

It took everything in Eddie not to knock his buddy out right then and there; how many times had he told them how awful and stereotypical that kind of idea was. How hurtful people were when they found out he'd moved in with Wayne. Only for Gare to come back and spit it back at him again?

Instead he put that hateful energy into coming up with some kind of way to make you...forgive him...or love him again or something. He'd floated the idea of a ballad or some kind of love song to the guys at practice, ready to wow you on Tuesday night at the Hideout.

They hemmed and hawed but after he promised they'd all roll with advantage during the following Friday's session, they agreed and even suggested songs to get him back in your good graces.

Now it was Tuesday night. Time had passed by in a flash and he was standing at the door to the Hideout, ready to knock your socks off.

The guys were inside already, setting up, but he'd needed a moment to think of what to say to you.

He paced in the gravel, thought about his apology, thought about the song that he'd picked. The last song of the set, one he'd dedicate to you.

It would be perfect.

He mustered up the courage and walked inside, only to be hit by shock once again.

How many times could someone utter the words "what the fuck" in one week? Eddie had to be going for a world record.

When Eddie had suggested the Hideout when you mentioned looking for jobs, he'd warned you that Bev was a curmudgeon but the nicest curmudgeon you'd meet, and that the bar itself was, affectionately, a shithole. A house turned into a bar on the side of the highway, with a bunch of plywood in the corner that doubled as a stage, a makeshift bartop that was probably older than his uncle, and chipped glasses.

Now, it was almost...nice?

With an actual small, raised stage and a few spotlights hanging from the ceiling, neon signs boasting brands like Old Style and Coors--something Bev had always said was just the glitter and not the gold--and a sleek black bar with a marble top and comfortable-looking barstools. And it all had Eddie wondering if he'd stepped into the Twilight Zone.

That was it right? That had to be it. He'd stepped into the Twilight Zone the minute you'd showed up outside of his trailer and he hadn't returned to the real world since.

"Hey, there you are," you approached him from behind the bar with a tense smile. "The guys were wondering when you'd come in. I got them all cherry cokes to shut them up."

"You didn't have to buy them drinks," Eddie shook his head. "They don't deserve it."

"On the house," you reassured him.

"I'm sorry," he choked on air. "On the...on the house? On the house meaning...Bev's treating? Bev who must've secretly won the lottery or something? Look at all of this." He gestured around the bar and then lifted his feet. "The floors aren't even sticky."

"I told you that she was making changes," you shrugged, but refused to meet his eyes.

"Changes, not...a full renovation, wow." He looked around in awe, then squinted when he saw something on one of the tables. "She even sprung for printed napkins too."

"Yeah," you laughed nervously. "Guess she did. It's as much of a shock to me as it is to you. You, uh, better get the guys before they cause too much trouble."

"Yeah I should," he nodded slowly, but grabbed your wrist when you tried to walk away. "I know I've said it a million times sweetheart but I'm sorry I scared you."

"You didn't Ed, I promise," you tried to smile but it didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Can we talk maybe? After the set? Like really talk? I'll even wipe the tables off for you." You hesitated but nodded, and he gave you the briefest peck on the cheek before running down the back hallway to the little smokers exit to find the guys.

Only to find them in a legitimate green room in what he was sure used to be the storage room where Bev kept the kegs. His friends were all laid out along leather couches that sat along the perimeter of the room, sipping their cherry cokes and chatting. There was a coffee table right in the center laden with snacks and magazines.

"Man," he commented with a whistle, alerting the guys to his presence. "Can you guys believe this?"

"I know," Jeff giggled maniacally and then reached out to grab a bag of peanut M&M's. "Brand name snacks, and not the generic kind we usually get."

"Makes me feel like we're about to hit it big," Dave agreed.

Eddie tripped over his words for a second, not entirely sure that they were as astounded by the Hideout's transformation as he was, but he shook off the bewilderment to tell them it was time to go perform.

They raced back down the hall to the stage, and although the bar had just been empty when he walked in--save for you and some of the regulars slumped in their seats--there was definitely a crowd. Or the beginnings of one. A couple canoodling at a table, a few college-aged people ordering beers, and a group for a bachelorette party or something at the large booth that had been installed in the corner by the door.

"Wow," Eddie breathed out, nerves suddenly overtaking him. They'd never played a crowd like this before. "Hope they like metal."

And they did. They were head banging and once they were familiar enough with the lyrics a few people were singing along.

It was invigorating. Refreshing. Aside from the handful of people who'd been involved in the whole...record label fiasco, he'd really never experienced this many people who were excited for his sound. Their sound.

He wasn't gonna betray his friends, his band, like that again.

There were a few songs that Jeff and Gareth suggested that weren't originally on their setlist, and they really weren't metal technically, but they all knew the songs and the crowd was excited for them, so he couldn't complain.

Towards the end of the set, he felt his stomach churn with nerves again. Worse now, because it was time.

"Uh," he stepped up to the microphone, a little too close as it squeaked with feedback. "Hey guys, thanks for uh...thanks for coming out. Make sure you...tip your bartender...and her lovely assistant." He gestured over to you and a grumpy-looking Bev at the bar.

The audience clapped, even the handful of drunk regulars.

"Now uh, speaking of the lovely assistant, I...um..." he cleared his throat and looked down at his guitar. "I might have messed some stuff up with her the other day, and I know she's still a little mad at me. So sweetheart, without further ado, this one's for you. Corroded Coffin's rendition of..."

He paused. Froze.

The words were right on the tip of his tongue: All Through The Night.

They'd practiced it for hours, really making the cover theirs. They added all sorts of guitar riffs and a sick solo that ended with him sending a kiss across the bar to you. It was supposed to be perfect.

He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Corroded Coffin's All..." He shook, struggled to get the words out. "All...All My Only Dreams. Enjoy."

What the fuck? What the fuck?

He felt that out of body experience again, just like he had in the cafeteria, as his fingers plucked at the strings of his guitar and Gareth and Dave set a slow beat.

It felt like some bad knockoff song from the 60's. Maybe something he heard on one of his mom's records. But he couldn't place it.

What was this song? How did the guys know it? Why had he said that? What was All My Only Dreams?

It was certainly not metal. Certainly not music.

"Every night I pray, I'll have you here someday," he felt himself sing. "I'll count the stars tonight, and hope with all my might..."

He stared at you across the bar as the song continued, out of his control; the couple stood from their table and began swaying back and forth and you stood there behind the bar, wide-eyed with a hand covering your mouth. In shock or disbelief or pain he couldn't quite tell.

"Every waking hour it seems, I only have you in my dreams."

All he knew was, this song kept going and going and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. Couldn't stop himself from playing or singing, couldn't stop Jeff from harmonizing with him on certain verses.

Until the song was over.

"If I could have just one request, stay with me girl I'll confess, all my only dreams."

He strummed the last few notes, and as soon as the audience started clapping, he felt whatever puppet strings get cut, felt himself in control again.

Eddie panicked. He didn't even wait for the applause to be over, didn't thank the crowd like he usually would. He just swung the guitar over his shoulder and jumped off the stage with the guys hot on his heels.

"What's going on?" Gareth hollered after him.

"Yeah Ed, where are you going?" Jeff caught up to him and tried to put a hand out to stop him, but Eddie just shrugged him away.

"That was our best performance ever," Dave insisted. "And applause on an original song to boot."

Eddie froze as he reached the green room, and then turned on his friends, hackles raised.

"Original song." He parroted. "Original song? That wasn't an original song!"

"Yeah it was," Jeff nodded. "All My Only Dreams. You made us practice it all night last night so it was perfect."

"We practiced All Through the Night," he laughed dryly. "Are you high right now Jeff? Fuck, am I high right now?"

"Are you?" Gareth exclaimed. "Because I didn't just learn that song so you could make it up to your girlfriend just so you could act crazy like this man."

Jeff walked over to the pile of their stuff in the corner of the room, and fished a folded piece of paper out of the pocket of his backpack.

"Here I'll prove it to you," he grumbled and unfolded it. "All My Only Dreams. By Eddie Munson."

He shoved the paper into Eddie's hands and Eddie stared at it in disbelief. His handwriting, again, with words that he didn't remember writing. A little heart in the corner with your name scribbled inside of it, just like he did in his school notebook sometimes.

"What the fuck..." he muttered to himself, and then looked up at his friends, suddenly lightheaded and sick.

He felt angry, he felt like crying, he felt like...like everything in the world was turning upside down on him and it was some kind of cruel joke that everyone was in on but him.

He opened his mouth to start yelling, when your head appeared behind the guys.

"Hey, 'scuse me guys," you announced your presence and Dave, Jeff, and Gareth all parted so Eddie had a full view of you.

You looked just as sick as he felt. Your face was crumpled in a terrible pensive frown, hands wrung together in front of you.

"Can you give me and Eddie a few minutes alone? While you all break down your stuff?" you asked softly, and Eddie felt his heart drop into his stomach as the others left.

You closed the door to the green room behind you and then took a few deep breaths.

This was it.

You were gonna break up with him.

The universe was cruel to let Eddie have you, only to play these games and lose you in such a short amount of time.

He was so caught up in the panic of possibly losing you that he didn't notice you talking until you were right in front of him. Your hands cradled his face and you stared into his eyes, your own full of worry.

"Eddie, Eddie are you ok?" you asked, voice edged with panic.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "Yeah, sorry...I was..."

"It's ok, don't worry," you reassured him. "It's...fuck...it's ok."

"Did you like the song?" he questioned, dumbly.

You let out a snort of laughter and then squished his face between your hands for a second.

"We need to talk," you whispered. "It's gonna be a lot. And it's not gonna be easy to hear, and I know you're gonna have a lot of questions, and I don't...I...fuck Ed...I'm so sorry."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"I..." You looked lost for a second. "Eddie, I don't know how to answer that question. No...not really."

"Not really isn't no."

"Alright smartass," you scoffed. "No, I'm not breaking up with you. But that doesn't mean...doesn't mean that this thing we've got going on now isn't over. It's...what I'm gonna tell you right now is gonna change everything."

You helped him to sit down on one of the leather couches and then you paced back and forth, nervously chewing your thumbnail and looking for a way to start.

"This..." you began tentatively. "This isn't...real."

"So I am dreaming," he looked around for a moment. "Makes sense."

"No...you're not dreaming. It's just...well, ok, Ed. It's gonna be really hard to understand. But I'm gonna need you to tap into that big imagination of yours. Ok? Because God damn, if there was anyone I could get to understand, it's honestly you. Making up all sorts of stories and fantasies for Dungeons and Dragons.

“I’m sure you’ve started noticing things happening? Weird things, uncanny things, impossible things. And it’s making you go a little cross-eyed, a little crazy, makes you feel like you’re losing your mind because the only person who notices the changes…well it’s you. But it isn’t only you.

"This..." you waved around. "It's all real. It's a real world and we live in it. I'm real, you're real. I can touch you, kiss you. But it isn't. Not really."

He suddenly felt like you were talking down to him, and felt that irrational anger start to build again. You’d made sense up to a point. This was real, but it wasn't real, but it was real enough so he could kiss you? But somehow not real enough because you were bringing up stories he created for DnD, like it was all part of his imagination. But somehow he was also crazy?

"What the fuck is going on?" he demanded.

"Eddie," you took a breath and closed your eyes for a second. "This right now? Everything you see? This room, that song, me, and you?"

"Yeah."

"We're all fictional. We're all...in a fan fiction."

Next Chapter: Lore Dump

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alastorswifee · 1 year

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༆ 𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓮!𝓛𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭 𝓐𝓤

༆ Boyfriend!Lloyd being so nervous when he first started dating you, he’s so used to people not wanting to be around him due to his father’s bad reputation

The only people he’s interacted comfortably with are the other ninja but that’s only in a best friend/sibling aspect

When Nya found out about Lloyd’s feelings for you, she encouraged him to be himself and make his move before someone else does

It took the green ninja a good few days before he built up the courage to do it but here he was

He showed up to your locker one morning and told you that you looked really pretty, one thing led to another and that led to you two eating lunch together

Then it became an everyday habit, him always greeting you by the lockers then planning to have lunch together

Soon his confidence got a bit higher than in the beginning but that’s only because he’s gotten to know the kind of person you are and he got comfortable around you

Soon enough he planned a way to ask you out and to his relief and surprise, you said yes

Now you two are a cute little couple

༆Boyfriend!Lloyd bringing you flowers(if you’re allergic then he’ll bring fake/plastic flowers) every week or two as one of his ways of showing you affection

༆ Boyfriend!Lloyd walking you to all your classes no matter what you say, he always insists that it’s no trouble at all

༆ Boyfriend!Lloyd always aiming to kiss your cheek or forehead because he’s too shy to kiss you on your lips at first

He eventually mans up one day tho don’t worry, with some encouragement from the group

He was hanging out with you after school and as usual, he walked you home to make sure you’re safe. This time tho, instead of kissing your cheek before you head inside, he cupped your cheek which made you look at him with curiosity.

He’d slowly lean down and whisper “can I kiss you?..”

How could you say no?

That’s how you two had your first kiss

Ever since then, he would always want to kiss you, not in overly public places tho because he can get a bit shy with pda

༆ Boyfriend!Lloyd introducing you to Koko a month or two into the relationship, he figured that if he’s going to do something as big as dating he might as well let his mother know

She’s thrilled to hear that a girl loves and cares about her son, she invites you to have dinner with them some day and gave you the privilege of getting to call her mum(only if you’re comfortable ofc)

The other Ninja obviously know about you but haven’t properly met you yet. When they did, some of them did the overprotective friend act at first to jokingly scare you but they warmed up to you pretty quickly when they saw how happy you made Lloyd.

༆ Boyfriend!Lloyd would invite you to stay the night on weekends if you’re allowed to and if his mum says yes which she most likely will allow

Those little sleepovers will consist of lots of cuddles and kisses

༆ Boyfriend!Lloyd has a secret love for baking, from time to time he’ll bake you some sweets such as cupcakes, donuts, macaroons, cookies and more

༆ Boyfriend!Lloyd is a very understanding and caring person, if anything’s going on please tell him. The poor baby will get worried sick if you’re being distant or any of your behavior changes

If you need space or time then tell him because worrying him isn’t the best decision

Communication is a huge thing for him, if you can’t tell him what’s going on then it will cause a huge problem because he’ll start worrying and stressing as well as overthinking.

If you’re alright with him helping you through whatever is bothering you, he’ll do everything in his power to try and help you get better and support you.

༆ Boyfriend!Lloyd stays up late on some nights because you’re on his mind so that results in him making you playlists with songs that remind him of you or with your music taste

༆ Boyfriend!Lloyd being pouty whenever you don’t give him a kiss or you tease him affection wise, he’ll follow you around like a lost puppy until you give him a kiss or anything

༆Boyfriend!Lloyd going on patrol sometimes at night as the green ninja and uses that as an excuse to drop by your bedroom balcony to say hi

Sometimes if you’re okay with it he takes you on nighttime rides in his dragon mech

He’ll show you all the beautiful city lights from a brand new perspective and view. The look of happiness and wonder in your eyes making him fall in love with you all over again

༆ Boyfriend!Lloyd and you relaxing in his mech as he had let it sit ontop one of the tallest buildings in ninjago city.

You both talk about your future while stargazing, Lloyd honestly didn’t think he’d find someone such as yourself but here you are proving him wrong.

He doesn’t wanna get older without your head on his shoulder.

He wishes time could move slower when he’s with you, he cherishes every living second he has with you.

He knows you’re the person he wants to grow old with and be with forever.

And if reincarnation exists..

He hopes to find you in every lifetime.

@kitomon eat this while I try to get rid of writers block

#ninjago lloyd #lloyd ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago #the lego ninjago movie #lloyd garmadon #ninjago x reader #lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader

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monicahar · 1 year

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scaramouche is a weird boyfriend.

gn! reader, fluff, reader's a bit oblivious and stupid here with tsun tsun kuni. this is heavily inspired by ch. 81 of horimiya but idk what i wrote...im really thinking of a part 2 in his pov of what HE thinks of you this time.

you liked to think your understood the oh-so mighty balladeer better than most people.

with the big n' bad harbinger image that he's carrying around, it's unfathomably impossible to fully get to know him. it's one of the many advantages you like to use—using your reputation as his famed partner for life to get out of missions and errands you dislike.

it takes quite a toll on your paycheck, but who cares when your boyfriend is rich as hell? though you probably have to risk your entire existence when asking for something from him that's a tad bit expensive—but eh, everything has to come with a price, as they say.

but basically, moral of the story; you know your boyfriend pretty well. easy to piss off, really handsome, all bark and no bite (when it solely comes to you. it obviously isn't the same for your unfortunate fellow co-workers.) also unbelievably wealthy, and most importantly—loves you very very much. (he'd sooner slit his throat and dive off a cliff than to outwardly admit it though! he's just that shy! silly him 😜)

yet even though you've memorized and jotted down every aspect of his personality, there are still times you don't get your boyfriend.

though you liked to brag about knowing how he works, you truthfully don't understand enough of his mind's inner workings to be able to comprehend when he does something that throws all your confidence of knowing him out the window.

relatively enough, a good example of this statement is happening before your very eyes right now.

“stop moving, will you?”

hmm, for someone you often associated with a feral cat when it comes to physical contact and affection, he's being rather clingy at the moment. you aren't sure of what to do with your hands, pathetically enough. you fear he might cut off your limbs should you reciprocate...whatever he's doing right now.

unmoving upon the weight nestled in the crook of your neck, you struggle to formulate proper words and thoughts as your hands are awkwardly flailing in the air, not sure if this once in a blue moon display of affection he's giving is a way to non-verbally relay that he wants attention or whatnot...

usually when he wants attention, he'd just pick one of the idiotic things you did today and berate you for it. though it's a weird way of asking for cuddles, you still both end up in each other's arms by the end of the day.

he's not even hugging you or anything, arms hanging by his side as he leans his head on your shoulder, face buried in your neck with his hairtips gently tickle your skin.

unsure of what to do, you just, stand there.

the silence is loud for you, but you're not sure if the same goes for him. the ticking of the clock is a telltale sign that it's been a few minutes or so with him burying his face into your neck like a chick huddling for warmth and protection under its mother's wings, and unfortunately, as nice as it feels for him to initiate contact by himself, your shoulder is horribly getting sore.

“kun—”

before you could even say his full nickname, his head suddenly shoots up, a blank expression painted on his fair face as he stares at the way your eyes blink confusedly.

“i have work to do.” he mutters to himself dazedly, skillfully ignoring the way you tilt your head as if asking him to explain what the hell is up before turning on his heel and making a beeline back to his office, the chime bells of his seemingly mocking you from his lack of provided excuses.

what the...

rolling your shoulders to ease the pain and pressure it gradually collected while supporting the weight of his head, you could only stare down the halls in bewilderment as you're attempting to process what happened just now.

another example of an interspecies act he did also just happened recently.

barging into his office is an almost daily occurrence, proudly walking in with your chin held up high while preparing yourself to rant about your entire day to your busy harbinger boyfriend.

cutely dismissing the fact he always calls you a massive headache for talking his ear out while he's working, you still yap on and on about your uneventful day to him, whether it'd be about some boring lunch with some birds, or an almost death experience to the hands of a mitachurl.

he never openly reacts to your daily shenanigans, only a few eye twitches or deep sighs when you say something particularly disappointing or unamusing which, on the positive side, means he's listening! full and well!

you were prepared for a flurry of insults to be hauled your way the moment you utter that you disgracefully and inconveniently tripped on your way to delivering documents to the doctor, falling face first right at the second harbinger's feet.

you always noticed he seemed a lot more bitter than usual when you mention any of the harbingers, so you kinda expected him to just full blow yell at you when you account this little funny story today of what happened with the doctor.

your eyes nearly fell out of its sockets when he didn't call you stupid or dumb, or an idiot, or whatever demeaning word he has to call you, and instead finally looked up from his desk to frown at you, finally speaking up since the last hour of your nonstop talking.

“did he do anything to you?”

...you've talked about almost dying to a damned humongous chicken on one of your expeditions to sumeru, and this is the topic that catches his immediate worry first and foremost?

it was just a silly prank you pulled out of boredom, wanting to see a reaction from one of the most powerful harbingers! nothing even happened! the doctor just dismissed you with a maniacal laugh, albeit a bit creepy, but he still helped you up!

“he what?”

the lamp on his desk flickers, the electricity around the room becoming more apparent by the second.

were you not supposed to interact with il dottore...?

“forget i said anything...”

gently setting down his quill, he folds his fingers underneath his chin to look at you whilst feigning a rather unsettling smile, an obvious ploy. “oh, no, no. continue.” he nudges in a sing-song tone.

ugh, he's only somehow paying attention to your rant when it's about different people! but doesn't even budge an inch when you say that you've beaten an oni before in a ramen contest. do you know how much of a great feat that is?! he was absolutely destroyed! a product of your successful gluttonous self! that silly yokai never stood a chance!

he glowers at you from his desk. “it's a he as well?”

you knew you had to change the subject fast if the amount of anger seeping from his small being was anything to tell by. “uhh, there was a pink haired lady with us too! she kept flirting with me though, so she didn't really participate in the contest. a huge bummer really, i wanted more opponents!”

—a beat of silence, before the lamp flickers shortly once more.

“she what?”

uhhhh, why is he still angry?

yet another strange phenomenon ensued when he quietly approached you with his chime bells following closely during your training on one sunny day, silently watching you from the sidelines as you fire arrows consecutively at the target multiple feet ahead before you.

rendering all your focus on the target before you, you pull back the string with a certain amount of force and stability—dismissing his presence in the meantime whilst you zero in on the sole red dot in your vision.

whatever has got him burning his stare at your side profile can wait on hold.

huffing to yourself in satisfactory when the arrow's tip diligently digs into the painted wood right at the center of your target, you finally face your scrumptious little gremlin of a lover, unable to stomach the tenacious silence any longer.

“what's up—”

“do you hate me?”

“...?”

good grief. not a good morning, nor a hello, nor some type of greeting he usually accompanies with a venomous insult—but a single question whereas he questions your loyalty and devotion to him as your romantic partner.

you tolerating his entire intolerable existence is already enough of a telltale sign that you like him a smidge lot more than he thinks, right?

you bite down the rude thought in your mouth as you strain a smile towards his direction, confusion still apparent on why he's suddenly asked your opinion of him.

“did you hit your head today, by any chance?” ignoring the glare you're recieving upon the small comment you uttered, you put your bow down on a nearby surface as you worriedly step up to meet his gaze properly. “why are you asking such a question?”

“...”

him being a mouthful is something you don't entirely mind no matter how many people berate you for not finding him annoying in any aspect, but him being so unnervingly silent like this is just plain scary.

you think you're about to melt into a puddle with how intense he gazes at you with his beautiful indigo pools, threatening to consume you whole as he openly ponders about your words.

“so you love me? since you seem to find discomfort in my question?”

“yes...?” you immediately retort as you raise a brow. what's up with him today? he always prided in himself about the love you continuously offer without hesitation, so why is he like this all of a sudden?

“i love you a lot. a heck ton.” you blurt out nothing but truth, “i badly wanna kiss you right now, but i know you don't like it in public so i'm keeping down low.”

he finally peels his gaze off of your face to look at the ground, before flickering up to you once again with an unsure frown, eyeing you weirdly on your shameless confession.

“...okay. that's good.” he replies as his face contorts into a more neutral expression, his voice unnaturally soft and airy. you barely hear him mutter something else under his breath before he swivels around and leaves the training grounds—stunning you greatly on what just transpired.

you always knew he was uh...a bit emotionally detached and all that, but having to question the affection you hold just for him? isn't the fact that you're willing to lick under anyone's boot just to simply talk to him not enough confirmation?

not knowing what to do in this situation, you simply just watch as he slowly escapes your line of sight, observant eyes not missing the slight bounce in his steps.

he's happy, it seems. you giggle to your self at the adorable sight. perhaps you should chase after him and kiss him silly.

from what you've heard, other people's lovers would normally be a lot more nicer and considerate when it comes to their significant others, but that obviously isn't the case with your unique partner.

needless to say, he is a really strange boyfriend. too puzzling for your pretty little brain to fully wrap around yet an enigma you truly couldn't get enough of—fortunately or unfortunately? whatever.

scaramouche is a walking and living contradiction—inconceivably difficult to predict.

he hogs all the blankets at night when you sleep together yet gets mad at you when you catch a cold the next morning,

thinks your cooking is an abominable atrocity yet still consumes them religiously like he currently isn't getting food poisoning,

always makes it his priority to call you 'unsightly' or whatever, only to lightly bonk your head when you actually agree and sulk to yourself about it,

often voices his protest against your kisses and huggie wuggies as you've called them, yet doesn't fight back when you forcibly wrap your arms around him after finally getting enough of his stubbornness,

intensely glares at every person that comes within a two feet radius of your 'personal space', and if you bother to ask him what's wrong—he'd direct his glaring at you as well for some reason,

he refuses to lend you his precious hat every single time when you ask to borrow it, yet shoves it unceremoniously against your face to hide his burning visage from your sight after a particularly flirtatious comment you slipped in,

never verbally returns your 'i love you's during the day, yet he constantly whispers it to you like a mantra when he thinks you're asleep. (does he not want you to know he loves you or something...? anyway let's just pretend not to hear him for his sake.)

scaramouche is a weird boyfriend indeed, but he's yours and yours only. a constant in your life that you'd never give up for the world.

no matter how you look at it, the list seems endless—ceaselessly an infinite of contradictions and complexity carried on his person. he truly lives up to his eccentric title, a strange person indeed...

—but despite him being his grumpy self 24/7, you still find him entertaining and all the more endearing.

whichever person threatened to take him away from you would have to face your gluttonous wrath.

(he looks at you weirdly when you proudly exclaim you'd eat even the gods should they ever lay a hand on him.)

atm i am hungry and i want borgir :( this starved stomach of mine might've slightly influenced how i portrayed reader

#scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #har❗fiction

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virgo-pisces · 11 months

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My 1st astro observations!!!

All observations are based on my personal experiences.

Even If I'm into astrology for more than 5 years, I'm not a professional astrologer.

English is not my 1st language.

Credit goes to @virgo-pisces

✨ As a Pisces Rising, I never get along well with Pisces Sun people - we always had some drama! I observed that I'm not alone, because my friends usually dislike people with the same sun sign as their rising sun!

✨Idk but maybe because Sagittarius is a ruler of 9th house - house of higher education, philosophy, exploring new horizons etc. - people with Sagittarius Mercury, which I have many around me, loves reading books! For example! My dad is a Sagittarius Mercury, and he loves books, especially this one's about history! Same as my Sagittarius Sun and Mercury friend, but maybe because of his Mercury sign being in 10th house - he loves books about finances!

✨Combability: Libra Venus and Capricorn Venus is a no, no : ( Even If both are Cardinal signs, and I saw so many couples with this Venus signs together - they really often end with broken heart, especially when Capricorn Venus is in Retrograde or bad aspected :{ - BUT, as we all know it depends on good aspects, and other placements too!

✨If you want amazing connection, and a friend with the same sense of humor - look for the same Mars sign as yours! I have Leo Mars, and every time when I have this specific cool vibe with someone, stress-free, very loose conversation - I knew that they probably have the same Mars as me! - works the same with Rising and Mars in the same sign!

✨Awww Aquarius, and Pisces placements in the same chart - Hello my delulu babies!!! - I'm the one too lol

✨BUT NGL! If you have 12th house placements, especially in Moon and Sun - you can manifest anything being delulu... Me and two of my friends... they have 12th in Sun, I have 12th house stellium, and sometimes we really should watch our mouths 🤐

✨HELLO??? Is there any PISCES VENUS MALE??? Like??? How to flirt with you, I'm so done... Why it's so hard to get to know y'all 😫 I met this Pisces Stellium guy (Moon, Venus and Mercury) - and I really don't know how to act, what I should do - like, NEVER T__T We have pretty good synastry, but Pisces Venus Female, and Male are so hard to read... basing on my experience ofc : ") I have Aries Sun/Pisces Venus sister, and she told me that she would never tell anyone that she likes him or her T__T, she can dream about someone but 🤐....maybe he is the same 😂 cuz he is an Aries Sun too : |

✨I don't know whyyy, but actually we choose people with the same sign as our 2nd, and 8th house @__@ I checked my Virgo Rising, and Capricorn Rising friend Badoo matches (lol) and they both had almost only Libra and Aries Sun guys (Virgo Rising), and 2nd one had Aquarius, and Leo Sun guys (Capricorn Rising)....and I'm the same.... I had all my dates only with Aries and Libra Suns 👀 Please, let me know If this applies to you!

Thats all for today pretty people!!! 🌸

May the Venus retrograde run peaceful for you! lol

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wordstome · 8 months

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I am having a goddamn nightmare of a time writing the university au (mostly because I have a shit ton of work to do…for my university…lol) so have some headcanons about the most toxic couple you’ve ever met. mdni under the cut

They’re like the definition of a situationship. They’re dating in every aspect except by name

At first she does try to sleep with other guys like she did before König but that doesn’t last long, because nobody else is as good as him. She will never admit this outside of the bedroom

Meanwhile he literally calls her his girlfriend behind her back

She’s emotionally unavailable toxic, he’s obsessive and possessive toxic

König enjoys the pursuit and just thinks it’s normal for women to be difficult like this. I would say “poor König” but he has a bad habit of picking her up and carrying her places against her will so he’s not that poor

She likes to tell herself she has no attachment to him, but she loves the ego boost he gives her by acting like a lovestruck puppy and following her everywhere. She’s also secretly into him being controlling

She does have her moments of genuinely caring about him, though. She brought him lunch once and he looked at her like she hung the moon the whole day. Her excuse was that she just happened to get/make an extra portion, but she did, in fact, get him a portion on purpose

She basically lives with him after a certain point. Her roommates barely see her anymore since she only comes and goes from her old place to get things. He constantly threatens to change the locks on her, but they both know it’s an empty threat. He much prefers to punish her in sexy ways

She'll just be minding her own business talking to a classmate or perhaps flirting with someone when König will come up behind her and put his arms around her. If she was just talking to someone she'll pat his face before attempting to shoo him off. If she was flirting with someone, she wrenches him off her and storms off in a huff (whoever she was talking to has definitely fled from König's evil eye by that point)

They don't really fight, they just have spats because König is endlessly amused by her anger and she is unable to stay mad at him for long. The one time they had a real fight was nasty, and they didn't talk for days afterwards

She's usually quite a chill, go with the flow person (because if she allowed herself too much stress or anxiety at once it would destroy her), but König brings out the spitfire in her

In equal measure, König is a bit of the shy and quiet giant type, but she brings out the brat tamer in him. They alternate balancing each other out

It's kind of easy to look at them and go "why are they still doing this to themselves" but when they get along (i.e. he's behaving himself and she's not pretending not to know him) they're as functional as any other couple

This definitely goes without saying: the nastiest most bed-breaking sex. They fuck like they’re trying to murder each other

I know it's a pet peeve of many people when they say the reader is ooooo so small and delicate next to the cod men, and I tend to agree. However, unless you are also nearly seven feet tall and built like an olympic swimmer, I'm just gonna say you're smaller than König

That being said, he LOVES using his size against her. Picking her up, bending her over things, bending her in half (mating press, his beloved)

If he wants her to stay, she'll stay. He'll have one hand on her throat pinning her down, the other keeping her open to slam into her

This brat will look him dead in the eye and ask "is that all you've got?", which obviously makes him lose his mind in the best way

She definitely has more experience than he does, which actually works out in his favor: him getting better at fucking really just means he's getting better at fucking her

They're so goddamn nasty they've definitely fucked in semi-public places because she teased him to the point of madness and he popped a boner so hard it was painful

Oh, the dirty talk. König is such a gentleman outside of the bedroom, but the degradation that comes out of him while he's fucking her is toe-curling. A lot of "nobody else can fuck you like this" and "all you're good for is taking me in your tight little hole"

He growls??? I don't know if y'all have heard his voicelines in German but he snarls at her when he's trying to teach her a lesson and it turns her into putty

This post is dedicated to @kneelingshadowsalome, who is waiting for this fic so patiently and is my shining beacon of motivation at this point lol

#könig #cod mw2 #call of duty #konig #könig cod #konig cod #könig mw2 #konig x reader #König x reader #konig x you #König x you #cod #mw2 #König call of duty #könig fanfiction #university au #fic: now playing

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grandlinedreams · 8 months

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I HAVE AN IDEA I THINK U WILL LOVE

ok say like when the straw hat alliance with law happened that law’s girlfriend was with him but like neither said they r in a relationship

And like next day the girl was with robin and nami and they were chatting and it got revealed that both are dating

And like one of nami or robin said oh but y’all really don’t suit each other I wouldn’t ever guess

And reader is like why tho ?

And she’ll say idk he doesn’t seem like a relationship kinda guy kinda scary and cold Yk?

And let’s sayyyy that law over heard it and grew self conscious and started acting weird

And reader tries to figure out what’s wrong

Vsldndkdbej this is so good ahhh

Ooh, we love misunderstandings, they're the bread and butter of hurt/comfort!! I hope that I can do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: a little bit of angst, a little bit of misunderstanding but thats what happens when you evesdrop, comfort/fluff]

"Really? You and Law?"

Law knows that he shouldn't evesdrop, but Nami's voice makes him halt where he'd been about to pass by, finding a nearby door open just enough to let voices float through.

"What do you mean by that?" Your voice follows, curious with a defensive edge ㅡ and he frowns, taking a half-step closer so that he can hear better.

"He always seems so grumpy and closed off," Nami says, "I mean the way he talks to us...like he thinks we're all idiots. He doesn't talk to you like that, does he?"

"Well no," you answer, "he doesn't."

"I'm not saying you guys being together is bad," Nami intones, "but just a little...weird."

You frown, and Robin glances over. "Nami, they clearly care for each other and we aren't welcome to every aspect of their relationship. "As long as they're happy together, I think it's wonderful."

You smile. "Thank-you, Robin."

ㅡ

Law is acting odd. Well, odder than usual ㅡ especially for the fact that just a day ago, things had been fine.

He keeps his tone polite, but his answers are clipped, closed off ㅡ even towards you. It makes your chest ache, wondering if you'd done something to upset him ㅡ or if he's regretting having brought you along with him at all.

But you aren't one to let things simply go as they are, knowing something is upsetting him ㅡ and so you decide to confront him about it.

"Law, can we talk?" The library is empty besides the two of you, the taller man's back to you as he surveys the shelves of books. "Lawㅡ"

"You wanted to talk," he answers, "so talk."

You frown, brow knitting. "Did I do something? Because if I did, I'd like to know so I can fix it. But if this is about me being here at all, Iㅡ"

"You didn't do anything wrong," Law interrupts, and you frown.

"Then tell me." Your tone softens as you approach him, reaching for his hand. "Isn't that what partners are supposed to do? I'm not a mind reader, Law."

Law is quiet, staring at the neatly lined up book spines as he tries to sort out what he wants to say before his fingers curl around yours. "...I heard your conversation. With Nami. That our relationship is...strange."

You blink. "You heard that?" Law nods. And then you snort. "Did you stick around to hear the rest of it?" He shakes his head. "Dummy. Robin said that it may seem strange to Nami, but it's clear we care about each other and so long as we make each other happy, that's all that matters."

Law's cheeks pink a little at the fact he'd misunderstood so horribly, and he tugs at the brim of his hat, a nervous gesture that shadows the warmth of his face. "...and do I? Make you happy?"

You squeeze his hand, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles before you lock eyes with him. "Very. You have nothing to worry about."

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered.#–ml: law.

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picturejasper20 · 6 months

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Speaking about Danny, he is one of those rare cases i can say that a kid/teen lead protagonist is one of my top favourite characters in an animated show. You could argue ¨Not surprising, duh, he is the protagonist¨ but here is the thing: Most often that not my favourite characters are those who aren't in the main lead or are antagonists.

The thing with Danny is that he is pretty balanced as a character. He has tons of flaws that are realistic for a teenagers of his age but he never comes off as irritable unlike other male protagonists in other show.

It helps that he is quite introverted and chill. He has a bit of an ego without coming off as completely arrogant or inconsiderate of others. In fact, Danny is pretty insecure. He starts as very anxious at the start of the show. He wants to fit in with others of his peers, considering how he is seen as one of the weird kids in his school.

I think a lot comes from how he is someone who just wants to help others and he is well intentioned. He is a teen who wants to protect his family and city from ghosts attacks. He is someone who is just trying his best in spite having many things against him.

It's a simple way to write a protagonist yet it manages to be so effective because of how you see them grow and change over the course of the series.

Another aspect is how well he contrasts with other characters he interacts in the show, like Jazz and Valerie. For example, Jazz has very different personality from Danny. Where Danny is impulsive, Jazz tries to be more responsible and sensible. While Jazz is a top student, Danny struggling with his grades (a lot thanks to ghost hunting).

Danny can also be pretty funny at times too. Most of his funny moments come from his own sarcarsm, bad puns he makes, his own naivety and clumsiness.

And the thing is, that while Danny usually tries to be a good kid, he has moments that he can be a little shit. When that happens, specially it involves being a little shit towards his enemies, it's comedy gold. One of my favourite scenes involving this is in Maternal Instinct when Danny tricks Vlad in giving him a hug and instead he puts the Specter Deflector on Vlad, in result weakening his ghost powers.

On last point, some antagonists are build around Danny's character, actings as foils for who he could turn into if he choose a dark path. Vlad Masters acts the opposite of Danny in almost every way possible, thus highlighting Danny's positive attributes, like his caring and protective nature. Dan Phantom, also known as ¨Dark Danny¨, represents another person that Danny could turn into if he happened to lose everyone he cares about and let rage consume him.

In all he is very enjoyable protagonist. I would argue that is a character who is hard to dislike since it, again, it is well balanced in different areas. It is satisfying seeing him go from the insecure boy he is at the start to becoming the hero of Amity Park over the course of the seasons.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #Not exactly analysis #Its more a general rambling about why i do like Danny as protagonist

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spookykoolkat · 8 months

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kinktober | lucifer, my love - e.m.

kinktober day twelve - somnophilia

pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

wc: 3.8k ish idk

summary: your boyfriend was rising to fame quickly with you still behind the scenes, by choice, and you were still unsure about him. was he truly the devil your family claimed him to be? should you cast him out and cleanse yourself from his abominable lifestyle? or will you give yourself to him, worship the devil you were taught to hate?

warnings: 18+ ONLY! minors are not welcomed. this kind of got a little away from me heheh sorry! talks of religious trauma, talks of the devil, unprotected sex (p in v), somnophilia, knife play, cutting clothes off, cutting, dirty talk, extreme *to me lol*

not proofread. also very very far behind pls forgive me omg.

reblogs, likes and comments are very very appreciated i love everyone's feedback!!'

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YOU DIDN'T HEAR YOUR BOYFRIEND get home from rehearsals, too late at night for you to be awake to greet him. eddie had been to rehearsals every day for five months, forcing the two of you to rent an apartment in new york, near the studio he went to every day. you didn't know how he did it, seeming superhuman in some aspects.

he was getting ready for his upcoming tour, one that wasn’t going to be too long since he was touring in the UK. even though it was five more months away, you noticed how tired eddie would be. whether it was sound check, rehearsing, eddie having to oversee most things managers would since he was in between.

you even offered to take that position over, but you weren’t fit for the publicity. you liked being in the shadows, being the girl eddie talked about in interviews but never specified. he let everyone know he was taken, for good, but never said who you were. unfortunately, eddie had insane fans, even occasional groupies you’d try to ignore when you face timed him on the tour bus.

this time, you were going on tour with him. this was your entrance to the world, and you really didn’t know if you were ready for it. you told eddie you liked being the mystery girl, the one no one fully corrupted with their image of what eddie’s girlfriend would look like. you were safe. and he kept you safe.

many people told you to forget about eddie in the beginning don't act on the man who saw you in a bar and couldn't leave you alone after that. especially when he's got the devil's star on stage with him, a ram's head glittering in silver hints around his neck, the subliminals in his music — your friends and family told you he was lucifer, the devil in disguise, temptation at its finest.

church girl from rural texas, into a city girl that's surrounded by the devil's music. music that tempted, possessed, brought on this earth by the devil himself to spite. your mother forced you to believe, everything that wasn't the way she raised you, was evil. sinisterly waiting to tempt you, to steer you from the path of god almighty, to keep you as a servant to satan himself.

god was testing you, apparently. find the will, find the way.

to the world, had they known you fell in love with a man who covered himself in blood before sets, other than your closest, you'd be tainted by the devil. you worried it'd be bad for his image, but he only said it'd boost it. innocent church girl falling into the well he carved out for you.

but he usually had his ways of comforting you. in every situation, telling you that no one could compare, not even coming close to you. that the only god he worshiped was you, anything coming close to having faith in something. he was devoted to you, and he knew your family. he knew they'd never agree, but he told you it was okay. he'd be your family.

that’s why you never questioned waking up with him inside of you, you never complained in fact you encouraged him. you wanted him to wake you up like that, just so you could give him what he wanted to ease the stress he had lingering. to be as close to him as possible, it’s only something both of you craved.

he made sure to mark you up in every way he could, and you allowed him to do so. you wanted to see how much he was yours, how much he wanted to be yours and to belong to you - not some other woman who was probably a whole hundred pounds lighter than you. maybe even more.

you didn’t feel the bed dip either, eddie laying beside your practically naked body as the moonlight shone in through the large windows. he couldn’t help himself, not when he has your full consent for him to do as you asked when you were asleep, and ran his warm hand over the curve of your body.

you were admittedly a heavy sleeper. clapping, slapping, picking your arm up and letting it fall, nothing woke you and eddie even found it a little scary at some points. but, somehow eddie still found himself being gentle.

maybe you are the devil. lucifer, satan. what if you called to him just enough times? was this because of him?

you were only in your little panties that bit into the fat of your hips, ones you said you were throwing out since you had a hole ripping at the seam and they got a littleee snug on your hips and sex. it only made eddie drool more, they were cutting into the fat of your ass, your hips and creating an indention that eddie teased around.

instead of sliding them down your legs like a normal person, eddie figured it’d take too much work to work them down your legs. making excuses in his head, he pulled out the pocket knife he always carried in his back pocket.

these are already tearing, what’s the harm?

you can always buy her new ones, she always liked the comfortable ones.

she wouldn’t mind? i mean they do look a little uncomfortable.

devil's son.

just to take the blade, scraping it along your thighs and to your ass cheek and slipping under the fabric to cut through. all he had to do now was shift, rolling you on your back softly as you moaned a little in your sleep. he took the blade again as he sat on his legs between yours, scraping it along your thigh and pulling through the cloth.

all you had now was your sports bra that was a little too tight just to secure your breasts, and a little voice in his head began to make excuses again as he took the blade and fixed it in your cleavage, cutting through the fabric to expose your nipples.

eddie loved your breasts. you always talked about a breast lift or a breast reduction, eddie told you he’d have your bras custom made if you really wanted it. eddie told you to let him hold them for a bit to give your back a break, to let him take care of you for a bit.

anything to keep your breasts just as they were.

you thought they were saggy, he thought they were full and perfect to shove his face into, to love. it was a bonus that they were all his.

it was making eddie throb in his pants, against the confines of his underwear just begging to make its way between the lips of your cunt. he figured he’d just slide them down to the muscles of his thighs, and let his cock spring free above you.

he is evil, dark shadows that swallow you whole, he is that.

the thing is, you were already soaked from making yourself cum not even an hour ago. you were up thinking about eddie again, wishing he could touch you the way you did, thinking about every time he pressed into you to make you cum.

all eddie had to do was raise your legs, heavy with unconsciousness and spread your glistening cunt. you loved this. he kept reminding himself, remembering the way you begged for him to take you as he pleased, whenever he pleased unless you said so.

eddie always respected you, and as he stroked his cock and guided it to nudge between the slick lips you broadcasted to him, slipping against your clit and making your eyebrows twitch — he left kisses on your skin, planting them on the chubbiness of your cheeks, down to your neck and over your shoulders as he felt his cock lather in your juices.

you’re a lucky fucking man. remember that, be grateful for this girl. you’ll never find another like her, and you know that. don’t fuck this up.

he was trying to find security in you, make you his just as he was yours.

and the feeling you gave him, the one that made his limbs go numb as he made himself welcome in the warmth of your cunt, no one else would be able to give that to him.

to the world he was nothing but metal, death, darkness, and impudent. but with you, he was far deviated from corroded coffin. he was yours, you were his reason for being, for loving, and he was unapologetically soft when you wanted it.

and what you wanted, what you asked for — you got, because you deserve nothing less.

corrupt her with your love for all things evil, curse her with your desire to destroy, to pleasure, to crave.

thought you were a heavy sleeper, eddie moved his hips slow, softly as he stretched his hole for his liking. he didn’t feel like he needed to get you ready again since you had your cum still on your fingers, but he was rethinking now before he bottomed out completely.

you believed you were dreaming, a wet dream you came up with in your subconscious that you were hoping was true. it was blurry, but you could feel it. your body was responding to something, and it moved and squirmed as you tried to get more and more.

until you started to hear yourself whine and moan, no longer feeling like you were asleep, not with heavy pants and winces above you hitting your face. not with feeling cold air hit your freckled areolas, your legs bent to fit another person between them.

eddie’s thrusts got snappier, his palms resting against the bed on either side of your head, rutting into you like an eager man. you were clenching unknowingly, and as your eyes began to flutter open and mouth began to hang open a little — eddie’s cock throbbed inside of you.

“e-eddie,” you broke, your voice husky with sleep and confusion.

“hi baby, i’m – fuck – home, i’m home,” he cracked, and your legs almost opened wider, almost instinctively wrapping around his bare waist.

your eyes looked between his dark ones and to where you two connected, just to see your bra was cut in the middle and your panties are gone. something twinged inside of you, suddenly everything was achy, like his cock at his slow pace just wasn’t enough.

is he the devil?

“your knife,” you moaned out as your arms wrapped around his, feeling the heat under your fingertips and grasping at every part of his pale body to feel him with your own hands.

“i’m sorry about your bra, baby, and your panties. couldn’t fucking help myself,” he growled, still looking you in your eyes, occasionally glancing down at the waterlike movement of your breasts.

“use it, wanna feel it, your knife,” you said in a haze, not sure if the words you said were the ones you met.

did you welcome evil to consume you the way he did as he lay above you?

you were half asleep, drunk off of eddie and how delicious the stretch he imposed on you was, and somehow throwing the word knife in the mix felt right.

eddie sat up on his haunches, still buried in you and you bring your legs to your shoulders, bent at the knee so your feet were grazing against his shoulders. he glanced around the bed and found the black steel blade, grabbing it and guiding the pointy tip of it up your hip and against your thigh.

“what do you want, baby? i’m sure you don’t want me to hurt you with this, do you?” he asked innocently, except he felt the way your cunt clenched and nearly gushed around his girth. not only did he look between your fluttering hole to your eyes, but he brought the blade right down to the curve of your thick mound.

you invited it, you felt enveloped by the dark, wanted by the devil, just as you want him.

he was scraping the flat part of the blade against the sparse curls of your sex, watching as your eyes shut and your hips squirmed. your cunt sucked him in like a vice, something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life as your eyes flutter between consciousness.

the blade traveled to your inner thigh, up the skin and back to your fupa, over the roundness of your belly and to the cups of your breasts. the knife was sharp, eddie could attest to that, but the answer you gave him silently when he asked you what you wanted him to do with the knife was tempting.

“want me to mark you, baby? make you mine?” he asked and sleepily, you nodded.

your cunt was producing obscenely wet noises, hearing the air that seeped inside as he thrusted manically. the blade went over your peaked nipples, to the underside of your breast and he decided to trail the blade down your tummy with a little bit of pressure.

it didn’t take much to see the small break of skin he caused, forming a pink line almost down to your navel. the sting was sharp, as if getting a tattoo, but surface level enough for the blood to dry almost instantly as it formed droplets at the cut.

“eddie,” you slurred, the air burning its way into the thin line of hurt, making you his.

“want me to stop, sweetheart? or do you want me to keep making it hurt?” he asked sweetly, almost sinisterly as the blade scraped over your skin.

if he was the devil, why does it feel so satisfying?

it was painful, the searing burn of the cut down your tummy, but it was almost electrifying as you felt eddie’s cock pump inside of you.

you’d be terrified if another man took a knife to your body, but eddie — you’d let him do whatever he wanted.

as your eyes opened again, you grabbed the hand that held the pitch black knife and used your own fingers to position his hand to fit the blade of the knife against your throat.

“m..m..make me cum,” you hummed, stuttering with submission, letting eddie bring his face closer to yours as his hips punched into yours, chasing something of his own.

seeing you like this, almost limp in his hold as your eyes fell heavy enough to fail at keeping them open, cockdrunk and trying to keep him all to yourself, it was easy to get to his point of release.

so with the blade to your neck, his own memory of branding your skin with a cut down your stomach stinging with his love, he lifts himself again to press two calloused fingers onto your nub. eddie uses the slick gathered in a ring around his cock, gushing all around him enough to spread it over your clit in firm circles.

he watched as the blade pressed into your neck, the way your hips lazily bucked up into his palm as his thrusts got erratic and disorganized — it was sending his cock to throb and jerk inside of you as you felt heat creep down your body and your muscles tense with pleasure.

it was lust, greed, gluttony — you should feel disgusting. god would never take you as is, god would diminish you to nothing for lying with the devil.

“cum on my cock, sweetheart, let me see – oh fuck – let me see all of it,” he felt your hole squeeze him in response, and made him take the knife from your throat and threw it somewhere on the bed as you started to babble incoherency.

“g-g-gonna, gonna cum, gonna cum, eddieeee,” it was slurred, soaked in sleep and haze as you tried to come back into full consciousness but your eyes were still heavy, still laced with pleasure, too much to find the strength to keep them open for him.

but eddie’s eyes were on you as you came around him, milking his cock like your life depended on it, taking all of him in your tiny hole with your legs shaking around him until he gave three last sloppy thrusts inside of you and burst with flames, leaking all of his release inside of your walls.

the guilt, the religious trauma, it should haunt you, haunt you as the devil would stalk the vulnerable.

his favorite place to be, was inside of you. any time he could, he’d bury himself inside of you until you were crying tears to be fucked. and watching you squeal and squirm for him as you tried to push him off from the pleasure being too much, it made his release snap. the coil broke, and it made his cock twitch inside of you, his cum invading your hole and coating you entirely.

so after his release burned with warmth inside of you, so comfortable, so homey, he collapsed on your thick body and snuggled his cheek against the stickiness of your breasts from the sweat and took his hand to grope one and stay there.

“eddie,” you mumbled, voice still raspy with sleep and your orgasm.

but nothing could haunt you more than the love you have for your lucifer, nothing could be compared to selling your soul to him, for the love you have for your lucifer.

eddie just looked up through his lashes, winced and apologized as he slid out of you to leave you cold and empty. you felt cold all of the sudden, and eddie got up to get a wet rag and cleaned between your legs with no resistance from you, and decided to just lay down next to you as he pulled the sheets over your two bodies.

eddie wrapped his arm around you as you stilled on your back, your breathing going back to a normal rhythm and your eyes still fluttering open and closed.

“how was practice?” you mumbled, not capable of correcting yourself. you were so dazed, like you were getting high for the first time again, still very out of your mind.

“mmm, baby, terrible. terrible practice, but it’s alright. i’m here with you. let’s go back to bed baby, yeah?” eddie dismissed.

he felt it was too much to say that everybody but him was an idiot. because you’d probably prove him wrong.

“you cut my clothes off,” you mumbled.

you didn't mind the work of the devil. he was yours, and only yours after all.

“you can cut mine off too, if you want,” he grinned against your bare shoulder and rubbed your tummy.

“i’ll remember that.” you slurred, deciding to cuddle back into your boyfriend, grateful you didn’t spend another night alone.

“i really hope you do.” he whispered and kissed your shoulder, closing his eyes as he felt you shift more into him, getting in your usual position.

this was all he needed. he didn’t need the fame, the money, the music. he just needed you, and he was planning on trapping you with a ring or a baby soon. very soon. and he knows you’d love it, because you’d be his completely. and that’s all you needed in a world where your boyfriend was the one everyone wanted or hated.

no one understood him, you said. he was too complex for the world to fully grasp other than throwing the theory that he's given himself to be used as a vessel for the devil's work, they said. the scary thing was that you believed the rumors, and you still fell into his trap.

when eddie was the one held responsible for his demonic persuasion, being the cause of revamping the satanic panic, his 'rituals' being pushed by his songs, and you were the one that was willing to love the devil unapologetically — you could not fear your lucifer.

for your lucifer would fear you.

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wolven91 · 11 months

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The Predator Café - Chapter 3

Pip couldn't concentrate on his work.

It had been roughly a week since his extraordinary adventure and his melancholy and doubt had returned like a bad smell seeping through the walls. It was as if the world outside of the Café had slowly lost its colour, rendering his time at college a grey, boring and dulled affair. He pushed his palms into his closed eyes and rubbed vigorously. He watched the swirls that played out on the back of his eyelids for a time while he remained hunched over his desk. He remained quite conflicted.

He'd seen very little of Geegee in the last week since returning in the early morning. The cowardly lizard had the good taste to eventually appear and apologise whilst acting fairly sheepish. But after muttering a half-hearted apology, he then considered the matter closed and refused to acknowledge the excursion as if it had never happened in the first place. Furthermore, no matter how Pip tried to suggest going back, Geegee simply repeated the usual phrases one would come to expect from a die-hard herbivore that preferred to keep the pred/prey social line clearly defined.

He used words like 'unnatural' and 'untrustworthy'.

Pip leaned back in his chair and felt his spine pop. It was only just getting dark and signalled the start of another long and quiet weekend. As it was before he had explored the Café.

He considered going back, but physically shook his head to try and dislodge the thought. With the passion of the moment gone and Geegee's words ringing in his ears, Pip had kicked himself for letting himself get so enamoured with the towering Human.

When he cornered the Geckin to talk about going back, Geegee pressed that he was a friend and an ally to Pip. He would never give advice that the Geckin wouldn't take himself. He went on to point out that whatever Pip had seen or felt to make him stay as long as he did, were aspects that he just wanted to see. 'The Human' as the geckin described her, refusing to use her name, was just doing her job. She was a waitress; she was meant to be kind and even mildly flirtatious.

He ended his undermining of Pip's confidence about her by pointing out that she probably felt the same way as Geegee did, but from the other side; predators and larger predators especially, preferred their own kind and their own size. It was a fact that everyone knew and never said out loud. Pip didn't want to believe it, but the Geckin's words wouldn't stop rattling around his mind.

Pip couldn't even ask someone else their opinion on the matter either, how the hell do you explain a Predator Café? It was too new of a concept to talk to family about it and the only others that he could chat to were the insectoids. He 'humph'd' to himself. Yeah right.

The four walls of his room seemed to close in on the depressed Chintian, his kind were social; the isolation was affecting him far more than he first thought it would. He was never outwardly confident, but he had never second guessed himself in this manner before. What was worst was that he was now struggling to even finish his damn work!

Perhaps a change of environment to study?

He could take his tablet anywhere after all. He could proofread his work outside of this near-prison cell that was supposed to be a home for the next few years.

The Café was supplied as an 'innocent' suggestion from the back of his mind. His ears went flat.

No, he was just saying that to just go there, not to actually do his work. Regardless of his 'secret' desire to see Natasha again, this project did need to be finished soon.

The library?

No, the insectoids lock that down at the weekends. They seemed to be single minded in their path for further education, seemingly refusing to relax or do anything else. They will have taken up every comfortable seat and would stare at him until he left.

The canteen?

Again, the hard seats weren't comfortable and it was a cavernous room at his size, which would just highlight how he was on his own again.

...The Café..?

Damn his traitorous mind.

Arriving at the Café was a far greater hassle this time round. When he packed his bag and dressed himself for being seen in public, he hadn't realised just how dramatically the weather had changed for the worst. The rains pelted the city without mercy, the raised and covered passages allowed him to travel in relative safety from being washed away, but they weren't enclosed, so the wind whipped big, fat droplets to splash against him.

He was sodden by the time he got to the Café's street. He had to descend onto the communal pavement itself, he quickened his pace to rush to the door, hugging the wall.

Just as he reached the door; a giant, booted foot crashed into a small lake of rainwater that was collecting a foot or two away, completely covering the smaller mammal in a tidal wave. He froze in shock at the cold water, with his hand still resting on the handle of the door.

Pip stepped inside and stood in the doorway at the bottom of the stairs. He held his arms out to his sides to take note; his entire back was soaked. His jeans were damp and getting cold quickly. His bag had the good fortune of being waterproof, but he now felt ridiculous. He already had an opinion of himself that was lacking when comparing himself against Natasha, but right now he would be downright pathetic.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Taking a deep 'cleansing' breath, he successfully resisted the urge to scream at the top of his lungs.

Each boot 'squelched' with every stomp up the stairs, leaving small puddles that he hoped wouldn't be too much of a problem for whoever had to deal with his wake. Once again, a Friday night proved to be a quiet night for the Café as the waiting room was once again empty.

The welcoming voice from before once again greeted him brightly and directed him to a different booth this time. It wasn't Natasha's voice as he had initially suspected when he thought back, but no matter. He had it all planned out; he would set himself up to study, get a coffee every so often to pay his way and have a pleasant chat with her because he was completely casual and it was just a friendly happenstance that they'd bumped into each other again.

As he situated himself, the damp clothes made it difficult to settle himself in. Whilst they were getting warmer now that Pip was indoors, they remained uncomfortable. The jeans became constricting and his flannel shirt just felt warm and humid.

Picking up the tablet he thumbed his way to the bottom of the list like before, but paused when he got to the end without seeing her. Frowning he flicked back through before carefully going through each server individually.

She wasn't there and she wasn't out on the floor already either. He made a point to face the direction of the kitchens and counter this time and hadn't seen her at all.

His heart sank to his boots before selecting a server at random. He didn't even know or care as to who was coming. It didn't matter.

He opened his tablet and selected the coursework that he needed to review. He glumly sat there staring at the same sentence until his server cleared their throat.

“S-sorry, I was miles away.” Pip said, putting his tablet down and picking up the Café's before turning to the server. He flinched at the sight of him. It was another large one, this time an avian of sorts who clicked his large sharp beak before extending the crest on the top of his head in an extravagant display. A deep part of Pip hated everything about his actions and Pip had none of the desire that existed when Natasha had 'threatened' him.

“Welcome to the Predator Café, can I interest you in a bite?” The server said in a tone only one step away from 'bored-senseless'. This helped alleviate Pip’s worries as it took the edge out of the implied danger.

“Just a latte please. Can I order food later?” He asked, selecting his option on the tablet as well for confirmation.

“Sure thing dude.” Came the voice as he stomped away, the cutlery clattered slightly. Pip absently returned it to its rightful place.

Pip slumped down in his seat again. The Café was as quiet as it was before, maybe less so even, but he had lost interest in the place at this point. He was hopeless; why did he think this was a good idea?

He tried to get comfortable, still dripping and complete his work. He'd have dinner and go home to bed, tomorrow was shaping up to be a 'stay-in-bed' day.

After a few minutes, Pip's ears twitched as he overheard a conversation by the counter.

“Foose, what are you still doing here darlin'? Get goin', I owe you one for covering for me.”

“No problem, Nat, you just got one 'Herb' in Booth H to look after.”

Pip near broke his neck looking up the second he recognised the accent. She strode over to him, his tiny latte on an oversized tray, wearing a fanged smile that touched her eyes when she saw him. He went from the lowest of the low, to the highest high, even with the fear and anxiety that her teeth put within him.

She couldn't have been more beautiful than at this moment.

“Well now! Long time no see, stranger!” She said with an amused grin, which faltered for some catastrophic reason. The loss of her smile hit Pip quite heavily.

“I'll.. I'll be taking over from Foose, the server you selected; I hope you don't mind none. If you want a different server... You can reselect?” She explained and asked, seemingly distracted, but still staring intently at Pip.

He still reacted as he did the week before; his heart rate soared and he felt alive again, but he couldn't enjoy it whilst she had this concerned look.

“No, I'm more than happy with yourself Natasha, the pleasure's all mine. A-are you okay?” Pip asked, trying to be debonair in front of this Goddess.

“I have to ask sugar; why are you dripping wet?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, melting the poor mammal further.

“Oh.. yeah, I.. Well, I got splashed. It was all accidental.” He wasn't actually sure if it was accidental, either it was and the person didn't even know he existed or it wasn't and he ran the risk of encountering bigots. He didn't know which was worse, an attack on his pride or his person.

“You're soaked through, give me a sec' hun'.” She requested as the giant spun away and grabbed a clean towel from the kitchen.

“Here you go.” She said, gently unravelling the cloth more than twice Pip's size in front of him.

Pip dabbed at his face, but he wasn't going to really do more. He could live with his discomfort if it meant he could just talk with Natasha again.

She clicked her tongue with a 'tsk' and a disapproving look.

“Do you mind if I help ya' hun'? I think ya' missed a bit.” She said in a caring tone. Pip would have agreed to let her step on him if he thought that was what would make her happy.

“Of course!” He said automatically, not thinking of what she meant by the phrase.

===

Natasha had been running late that day. Her alarm had 'updated' itself to the station that she had come from's time, thanks to her connecting back home to speak with her parents. This, however, had left her wondering why she had so much free time today.

Until her heart stopped when she realised that she was definitely late to her job.

Thankfully, she had the staff member who's shift she was taking over from number. A fella that looked like an exotic parrot who went by 'Foose'. A good guy, but this was clearly just a paycheck to him. No shame or nothin', and she wasn't judging, but she had taken great pride in the compliments she was getting for her work; if he put a little extra into his day-to-day interactions, he could draw in way more money.

When she collected the drinks order, she took a peek at the customer to see a familiar face. One that she'd actually missed, her first proper customer. After having such a wonderful time just chatting about nothing and helping the lil' cutie with all his choices, he not only taught her where stuff was on the menu, but he seemed to open the floodgates of patrons not running from her. She'd only had about seven or eight make a runner when she approached since, the ones that stayed easily outstripping those few.

'Pip' as he called himself looked forlorn right up until he looked up and saw her approach. The little guy looked like he was about to burst and if nothing else, having someone so happy to see you, made Natasha's night.

As she approached though, she noticed that he didn't look as well-groomed as he did before. His fur was matted and noticeably damp. His clothes stuck to his body and he had left tiny puddles under the table. Oh my god, his feet don't touch the floor. Adorable.

Focus!

She gave 'the spiel' about how he could have any other server off the menu, but she wasn't exactly surprised when he dreamily confirmed he was happy to keep her. She couldn't stop looking at him, he was all smiles and doe eyes, but he was dishevelled and soaked from ear to tail.

When she offered him a tea towel to dry himself, he had sorted out his face, leaving his shirt to remain dripping.

Natasha was in unfamiliar territory here, he was being what her family had dubbed an 'aggressive guest', one that was hell-bent on being as little trouble as possible, that they refused themselves any comfort offered, because it would require the host to do work.

How you deal with these types, was to not ask and simply provide. She knew how to dry him off, but she needed his permission.

“Of course!” came his chipper reply.

Smiling to herself she reached out and plucked the sentient chipmunk from his seat.

She grasped him round the waist with her right hand, before depositing him onto his back across her left wrist. Her right hand snatched the towel and she brought it across the prone creature's front. She'd handled pets before at bath-time, she wasn't making the mistake of thinking him a dumb animal, she wouldn't dare insult him like that, but his size made it easy to simply move him and subject him to what needed to be done. She drug the towel down his tiny jeans, attempting to wick as much excess moisture as she could from his clothes before doing the same on the second leg.

She shuffled the towel until she had a dry section and tipped Pip against herself so she could get at his back, again, dragging the towel across the wet flannel shirt she could already see he was significantly drier. Finally, she worked on his tail, a thin pipe cleaner looking thing, she made certain not to squeeze it too hard or bend it in any way. She had no idea how flexible this thing was.

She returned him to his upward facing position as she gave her work a look over before giving him a nod and placing him back down just beside his booth. He stood still a moment before slumping backwards onto the booth's cushioned bench.

“There we go, ya' look much better now. So, how've ya' been Pip, aside from nearly drownin'?”

===

When Pip agreed to her help, he didn't expect the next thing to happen was for his life to flash before his eyes.

A freight train sized hand appeared suddenly and reached for him at great speed. In a flinch and a blink, he was squeezed in the middle, just below his ribs, by a set of pythons on either side. He left his stomach behind when he was pulled up and out of the booth as three more gigantically thick snakes wrapped around his legs holding him steady as he was reeled in towards her chest.

He was going to die; no other outcome was likely.

He didn't have time to panic about being squeezed to death, however, as the human effortlessly dropped him a short height, into her waiting grasp. His rear was cupped in her hand with his legs dangling either side of her palm, her fingers curled up and over to press into his belt line holding him securely in place. He didn't have time to worry about sensibilities as he could see the bus-sized towel drop towards him in the hand she'd used to grab him, but in putting up his hands in some semi-conscious attempt to stop her, meant that she just started to squeeze at his arms first with the mildly rough material.

He couldn't see her, or anything else for that matter, at this point. It heightened the physical feedback to a whole new level thanks to the adrenaline being dumped into his veins. He could feel her body heat through the towel as one arm was squeezed and pulled gently.

Then the other arm, a completely unstoppable force, was manipulating his body as if he were nothing. Then the towel pressed into his chest and pulled downwards. The buttons on his shirt dug in slightly, but he focused more on the soft flesh and the heat it was flooding into his back.

Then it was his leg's turn. One of the strongest muscle groups in his body, he regularly used the free gym and focused mainly on the treadmill, and yet; she pulled and pushed and squeezed and bent it without registering his full effort to retrieve the appendage back from her.

Then he was rolled suddenly onto his front, he threw an arm out in an attempt to stop him from falling, but he quickly hit a soft, yielding wall. Despite his current situation leaving his mind blank, he was not unaware of the fact that he was currently being pressed into Natasha's chest.

The towel returned to continue its assault, dragging itself down his back before grabbing at his tail.

Pip froze.

His tail was sensitive. It was just a bundle of nerves that when his species was still feral, they groomed one another's to strengthen trust and bonding. She was mercilessly grooming him in a manner no other chintain had experienced. Maybe ever?

And then? It was over. He had a solid floor under his feet and zero ability to stand.

The only thing that stopped him from falling flat into the booth was the table that his arm landed on, giving a level of stability.

He heard his name, bringing him back to reality.

“-aside from nearly drownin'?” She said with an expectant smirk across her beautiful, incredible face.

“I.. er.. I.. pardon?” He asked, slurring his words terribly.

“Ooh, ya' eyes are all dilated hun', are you okay? Oh god, have I screwed up? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I thought-” Her hands were nearly, but not quite touching him as if he was about to shatter.

He reached out and grasped a giant finger to try and forestall her.

“I'm fine, you're fine. I just.. I just didn't expect that... that's all. Thank you, Natasha, thank you for helping me.” he continued, trying to focus so his mind would stop being so fuzzy.

Taking a few minutes to calm down and shuffle his legs back under the table, he asked for some water to help calm him down. She left in a hurry and relented from blasting him with peppermint over and over. He needed her to go away for a moment so he could adjust his trousers properly. He had no idea if she saw his body's reaction to all this, but it was best to at least have some shame.

She returned and crouched down next to the booth, depositing the glass of water in front of him, but leaving a tentative hand on the floor inches from his leg.

“You're okay, it wasn't normal, just so you don't go grabbing anyone else, but I gave you permission and I feel significantly drier. Don't feel like you can't touch me, it was nice Natasha.” He said honestly.

She seemed to relax after a time and they began to converse as they had a week before. Although there was a sense of familiarity between the two now. Whatever barrier that was there before, was now gone; shattered completely.

Pip ended up staying well into the night and into the following morning. He had to share Natasha with other patrons as they came and went, but he used this time to get on with his work. It went quickly and he found several errors that should have been obvious before now.

“I should get going.” Pip said with a yawn. He'd worked all night and could feel that it was the start of a new day already.

“Well, this time I can see ya' out cutie. My shift's actually over now.” Natasha said with a tired tilt to her voice, but still warm nonetheless.

“See me out? You squeezing through my entrance or are you going to grab me again?”

She gave him a withering look, but the smirk betrayed any 'offence' she was suffering.

“I'll see you outside, you use the proper entrance. I'm not losing my job because we got brazen after getting away with a faux-par once. If my boss had seen that, he'd have me out by my ear!”

Pip chuckled as he got up and started to walk towards his exit.

“Don't leave without saying goodbye!”

“Wouldn't dream of it hun'.”

He practically skipped down the stairs back towards the outside world.

As he got to the door though, he realised the rain hadn't let up at all. Opening the door, he used an arm to shield his eyes from the fat droplets once more and looked around for Natasha. He found her not by her door, but at the remains of what was the entrance to the smaller entity's travel ways. At some point, something big and heavy had landed on top of it, completely crushing and blocking the only entrance in the area that Pip could think of.

“Well.. this is going to be a long walk...” he said, not relishing the idea of a hike that'll take him all day.

“Can you get a cab?” She suggested, looking from him to the mangled metal tunnels.

“Not cheaply and the buses don't start for several hours.” Pip said defeatedly.

“What were you meant to do today?”

“Nothing, I was going to have a lazy day.”

“Come to mine then, you can sleep until the buses start again at least.”

“...what?”

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