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mischiefmoons · 2 months
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a wish your heart makes
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a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader
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summary: (established relationship) The one where you share dreams, burn cookies, and it still reminds him of home. You try to do something nice for your boyfriend and everything goes wrong, or so you think. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader
a/n: I thought about May Castellan, alone in her kitchen, baking cookies and making sandwiches for a son who would never come ho—OH FUCK OFF, UNCLE RICK. sidenote this haunted me.
(posted 1/26/24 unbetad)
Luke’s dreams were always different from yours. 
Both when he’s awake and holding your hand up until sleep finally rips him away from your earthly embrace, he’s always been certain of who he was and what he wants to achieve. To be a hero providing salvation for the needy, to be a half-blood son worth the love of a god, and to be a fierce soldier, leading his troop into battle for glory. These are the thoughts he routinely pounds into his brain, so much so that anyone who knows him knows of his aspirations.
You don’t think you’ve ever met anyone so insistent on wanting to be remembered. Luke wants to leave a legacy worth dying for, worth talking about for millenia to come. And your boy persists, despite the trials of life, the ignorance of his father, and the strings of the Fates.
Your dreams, however, were always much simpler. 
Cuddled under your covers and brushing your lips against Luke’s forehead to quell the growing unease that occupies his brain, you whisper what you deeply wish for.
“We’re getting old,” you mumble, and the breath of his laugh tickles your ear. He lazily runs his nose against the slope of your collarbone, sighing when he finally hears the steady beat of your chest, “We’ve definitely surpassed the average life expectancy of a typical demigod. Look at us…” he jests.
Your breath jumps in amusement as you feel his lips against your sternum, and then your boyfriend is smiling against your heart, using you for comfort as you both pass the time waiting for Hypnos to come calling.
“In a year, we’ll be nineteen…And I know you never wanted to stay here forever, so… What’s next?”
You hold in a bated breath, always unsure of where to place yourself in rank of his priorities. Who were you if not his biggest supporter?
Luke contemplates for a moment in the silence of your bedroom. It’s much easier to think and have more adult… conversations… without the many meddling children of cabin 11 always asking for one more lullaby, one more glass of water, and one more tuck-in goodnight. Here in the privacy of your room, he gets to be a boy void of his responsibilities besides hiding under his girlfriend’s duvet, giving her another shirt of his to wear, and kissing her until Apollo’s rays of light gently help you wake.
“You tell me, trouble. What does the future have in store for us?”
Us.
He’s sweet to indulge in your fantasies like this, and you stroke your fingers through his curls as you speak, ‘I think it’d be nice to go to college. Made it this far, so maybe being normal won’t be so hard…”
A soft noise leaves his throat, urging you to continue as you bite your lip and smile.
“Maybe someday, we could get a house. One on top of a hill. I don’t need much, something like the Big House, but one we can call home.”
You can feel the teeth of his sleepy grin against your skin as he whispers the next words into your heart.
“We could do that. House with big bay windows, and the smell of my mom’s chocolate chip cookies in the air. Sounds nice, baby.”
And it does.
Luke’s eyes flutter shut shortly after, but your mind is awake with how to make the dream you now share a reality. Perhaps you couldn’t give him glory, or pray hard enough to Hermes so that he’d talk to his son, but you reckon that chocolate chip cookies would be easy enough. 
At least, it was supposed to be—until you set off the smoke alarm again.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” 
Clouds of grey are billowing from the communal kitchen oven after your multiple attempts of trying to get this right. The dryads had both partially given up on the havoc you wrecked upon their workspace as well as your increasing frustration towards them. It wasn’t their fault, you knew that—but as a perfectionist who followed the recipe to a t, how was it possible that everything was still going wrong? The first batch, you got too excited and mixed all the ingredients together, making them lumpy and inconsistent. The second batch was over-creamed, and you had to scrape them off the tray, and with this one… well you had the oven setting on a bit too high.
You sigh deeply, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes as you try to will away the mania creeping up your neck. Being the daughter of the god of insanity was hard, having to consistently control your emotions for the sake of others. Taking a shaky breath, you stare blankly at the darkened cookies, close to being burned to a crisp. The jingle of the windchime against the door rings across the room and you barely hear it until you feel Luke’s hands skate past your waist to go open a window.
“What’d you get into now, trouble? Been looking for you,” he says, coughing lightly from the smoke.
You groan, trying to cover the mess behind you on the counter and accidentally catching your arm on the hot tray, making you flinch.
“Ow! Ugh, babe, you’re not supposed to be here yet! I thought you were still sparring…”
Your boyfriend approaches you, squeezing your arm to examine if you’ve gotten hurt and tugging you towards him.
“That was an hour ago—how long have you been here, baby?” Luke pulls you into his arms, placing a kiss on your warm wrist, instantly soothing your anxiety until you see his eyes meet your latest failure.
“You bake now?”
“Clearly not, Luke, I’m sorry…I tried but I kept getting it wrong and then I got mad at myself for fucking up something so…” your voice weakens, tears welling in your eyes again thinking you’ve disappointed him.
Luke steps away from you and towards the kitchen counter, warm cookies browned to a crisp. He reaches out to pick one up before you can stop him, crunching down on it, the bittersweet taste filling his mouth as he sniffs.
Just like his mother would make them, through her madness and all.
He’s transported back to a memory of a house with big bay windows, kind of like the one you two dreamt up last night, but he’s nine and sitting at the kitchen table drinking Kool-Aid while his mom makes peanut butter sandwiches. May Castellan forgets the cookies in the oven again, and for a moment, Luke forgets that the last time he saw his mother was a lifetime ago. 
He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he feels your fingertips brushing away the saltwater from his cheeks.
“Didn’t mean to make you cry, angelface, I’m sorry…” you mumble, but stop speaking when you see him take another bite.
“They’re great.”
“What?”
He chomps on another singed cookie, his lips quirking into a soft smile. Luke’s not going to let you throw the rest of this batch out. Chuckling weakly, he lifts you onto the kitchen counter as he slots himself between your legs, rough hands patting your thighs.
“Well, they’re not great. But they’re perfect. Just the way I remember them,” he smiles, kissing the furrow in your brow. You don’t bother trying to comprehend his statement, happy that you didn’t mess up a memory he holds dear. 
Luke wonders if maybe he’s been blessed by his father after all, to have such extreme luck to exist at the same time as you. He doesn’t answer to the gods, to fate, but he does answer when you call his name, and settles into your arms. Love is an action after all, uncontained by just words, and he knows you tried your best, which makes it more than enough.
“She would’ve loved you, I’m sure of it,” he says rubbing his nose against yours before you can interject again, “I love you, so I know she would’ve too.”
Luke presses a tender kiss against the palm that caresses his jaw, before meeting you in the middle and finding your lips. It’s a dance you two have memorized, sweet and breathless as you meld both of your grins together. To him, you taste like chocolate chips and feel like home.
“I love you too, angelface. Almost burned the kitchen down for you,” your chuckle is cut off when he goes to press against your pout again hungrily, tracing patterns against the soft skin of your thighs as he just eats you up. The sound of your moans escapes between kisses as you wind your legs around his waist and it dampens the sound of the kitchen timer when it goes off. 
(You forcibly have to detach from Luke’s embrace, much to his displeasure so that you don’t burn the next batch too.)
"Your name is humming inside my chest. I think this is what it means to love. I think this is what it means to be living." -Emma Bleker
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hi can u do a walker scobell x reader fic of u meeting the percy jackson cast as his gf for the first time thank uuuu!!
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Walker Scobell x gn!reader
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Summary: It’s only walkers 5th day of filming for the Percy Jackson series and Leah, Aryan, Charlie, and Dior find out he has a partner through his iPhone wallpaper.
Warning(s): different povs
A/N: Thank you so much for the request love! If there’s anything I can fix please lmk <33 also the italics were being really mean to me so sorry if those are messed up.
Walkers pov
It was my fifth day on set, and it was going pretty normal. I was sitting in a chair off set scrolling on my phone next to Leah and Aryan since it was our break. Leah looked up from her phone and looked over at me.
“Hey Walker?” She smiled and cocked her head a little, I looked up from my phone and over at Leah.
“yeah?” I look at Leah who is staring at my phone where my lock screen is showing.
“who’s that on your lock screen?” She asked with a slight giggle causing Aryan to look up. I proudly held up my phone showing off my lock screen which had a picture of my partner, Y/N, on it.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, my partner Y/N!” I proudly said as I watch Leah and Aryans mouths gape open.
“Your dating someone?” Aryan said while on the edge of his seat, so was Leah. I gave a nod and pulled up a picture of us when we had went to Universal Studios for their 15th birthday and proudly showed the picture.
“Well why haven’t we met them?!” Leah exclaimed with a smile plastered on her and Aryans faces. Aryan spoke up.
“you should totally bring them to set tomorrow walk,” Aryan said as he straightened out his posture in his seat. I thought for a moment.
“Will Rick allow it? I hope I’m not pissing off the producers if I do that.” I shrugged and put my elbow onto the arm rest of the plastic chair. Aryan looked over at Leah.
“I’m sure he will. I brought my best friend on set that one time.” Leah said, “Why are they like annoying?” She asked, I don’t think she was trying to be mean with that. At least I hope.
“No! They’re really chill.” I said with a smile and looked at the picture I had pulled up on my phone and smiled a little more.
“Then bring them! I’d love to meet them!” Leah said as Aryan nodded in agreement. I gave a nod in response.
“I’ll bring them then.”
Later that night, around 12am I guess, I texted Y/N while I was lying in bed.
You: “Heeeyy sweetheart?”
My love<3: “yeeees?”
You: “would u wanna come to set tmrw? My friends wanna meet you :)”
My love<3: “uhh lemme check with my mom.”
You: “kk”
My love<3: “she said it was fine as long as I can get a ride :)”
You: “sure! Me n my dad will come get ya tmrw morning.”
My love&lt;3: “What time?”
You: “Around 8:30”
My love<3: “that works for me. Night ilysm!”
You: “gn hon, ilyttt”
Your pov
The next morning I had to get up around 7:00 which kind of sucked. I threw on a hoodie and some sweatpants and brushed my teeth, combed my hair etcetera, etcetera. I waited at my front door for Walker to show up like a dog waiting for its owner to get home from work. I hummed a bit before seeing his dad’s car pull up and I immediately opened my front door and ran out.
“Walker!” I called out excitedly at the smiling face I was so used to seeing as I ran to the car that was sitting in my driveway.
“Y/N!” Walker called back, he rolled down the window to the passenger seat and looked at me. “Hello my dear.” He said dramatically and kissed me. I smiled and opened the door to the backseat.
“Hey walk,” I smiled and waved at Pete, walkers dad. “Hi Mr. Scobell.” He gave a wave and a tired smile, which made sense, it was 8:00am.
We got to set in around a 30 minutes, which wasn’t too bad. But the set was..intimidating. It was huge and already had cameras everywhere and a big parking lot. Walker looked at me through the rearview mirror with a smile.
“You nervous?” He giggled. I nodded “A little.” I said even though my hands were shaking. “you don’t have to be nervous, everyone is really nice.” He said, “And they’re all really excited to meet you.” That made me calm down a little, I mean, remembering Walker would be with me made everything better. Me and Walker hopped out of the car and started to walk to Walkers trailer where he introduced me to his makeup artist and his hair stylist. He was sat down in the chair where they did his hair and makeup and I sat in the chair next to him. Then Aryan walked through.
“Hey walk- oh, hi!” He waved at me, “Are you Y/N?” He paused walking for a little to talk to me, never knew I was that interesting.
“oh, yeah. I’m walkers partner.” I shook his hand and he had a big smile on his face. “cool! Nice to meet ya!” He said with a handsome smile on his face and walked off
“see you later!”
Walker perked up, “That’s Aryan, Leah should be here soon cuz she’s always late.” He laughed as I saw Leah walk through. She was even prettier in person. ”Am not!” She playfully punched walkers shoulder lightly as she had a smile abroad her face. “I’m Leah, I’m guessing your Y/N?” She asked and shook my hand
I gave a nod “Nice to meet you!” I said. She let go of my hand and replied with a small laugh. “Lovely to meet you too! See you two later.” She walked off to her trailer and Walker looked at me with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.
“I think you’re gonna have a good time on set today.”
“Me too, Walk, me too.”
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itsgrimeytime · 3 months
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When he loves you... || Rick Grimes (TWD)
When you love him (prequel)
rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker
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Alexandria. It was like a breath of fresh air, despite everyone still being skeptical -clean showers, clean houses, a home-
You were pleased, very pleased -even with your own doubts, you knew such a place was a miracle.
What you had noticed, however, was the wear and tear on your leader -he was stretched thin with every responsibility, and you knew he wasn't taking it well. Especially with Judith and Carl to take care of-
That's why you were here, at his doorstep, far past dinner. The sun set and the chill of the night dusting across your arms, you knocked.
You knew a long time ago that you were in love with Rick. It was more complicated then, with a wife and a baby and the loss- Some would argue it was less complicated now, with you a staple in his kid's life and his own.
He leaned on you like a rock, a friend, sure, but his rock. You weren't sure it was healthy on your part, honestly, but you loved him. You'd do anything to help him.
Once again, hence you being on his doorstep late in the night. Well, not late late, but you knew he wasn't asleep.
He wasn't sleeping, you knew that too, so-
The door swung open, and there he was -newly shaven and clean jaw. You hadn't seen that yet.
"When did you-" you motioned around your chin, it came out like an instinct -the beard was one thing, but now.
"This mornin'," he answered like it was normal for you to be at his doorstep -which it kind of was. You'd been gone all day on runs, you led a lot of them now -another thing to help Rick, now that you realized.
"Looks-" you cleared your throat, awkwardly, "-Looks good, Rick. Haven't seen you like that since-"
"The farm," he answered, smiling a little at what you weren't sure. It was nice to see, though.
"Well, yeah," you agreed, before shaking your head out of the stupor (stupid jawline-), "-Wait, I have a reason for showing up, actually."
"Don't need one," he hummed, offhandedly -opening the door more to let you in.
"I do, though," you echoed, something swirling in your stomach at the words -you stood squarely on the porch, "-Look, let me take Judith tonight."
"What?"
"I said-"
"No, no," he clarified, "-I know what ya said. Just... why?"
You stood your ground, a little intimidating but you always were with his health, "I know you haven't been sleeping."
"And you want to-"
"Help," you finished, "-I can stay here if you want, but I thought I'd take her a night, so you could at least try to sleep. I know you're busy the rest of the day, so-"
"I love you," he breathed out like it was a fact -as simple as the sun setting.
You froze, your tongue heavy in your mouth -your heart stilling in your chest. Did you really hear that right? Did he-
"Let's talk," he spoke, like his words were as normal as 'how was your day', and he nudged open the door even further -inviting you in, "'At okay?"
"Uh, yeah," you answered, a bit on instinct -your brain was running a mile a minute, all you heard was those words bouncing around your brain, 'I love you.' Had he really-
He guided you to the couch, motioning you to sit where you want -you chose on the far left, hopefully far enough to take a few breaths. Calm down-
Rick sat right beside you, your knees bumping into each other -his side pushed into yours. So much for a breath-
"Rick," you echoed, a little lost, "-did you-"
He sighed, a big loud one, and you were startled into silence, "You know I know all ya do for me, right?"
"Yes," you answered decidedly.
"Bringin' me a plate from Carol's, leadin' on runs, hell you even volunteer for baby duty," he laughed, "-No one wants baby duty."
"Well," you stammered, "-you haven't been sleeping, I just-"
"You care," he hummed, turning to face you, "-a whole lot. Always have."
"Well-"
"You deserve to know people care 'bout you, too," he echoed, now wrapping your hands in his, "-a whole lot."
"You-" you started, slowly.
"I love you," he confessed, like it was as easy as breathing, before laughing and adding, "-a whole lot."
Your mouth ran without thinking, "I love you too."
"I know," he smiled, a twinkly sort of one and you realized now he was just smiling at you.
You opened your mouth to ask how, but he cut you to the chase.
"Like I said, no one wants baby duty."
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Dam being a Jason Grace stan in the fandom is a fucking tragedy lol. Not only do we have to deal with him being screwed over by uncle Rick, but we have to deal with the fandom hating him aswell lol, i feel like Jason Grace slander wouldnt affect me half as much if his character had gotten a happy ending. I just saw an Instagram reel about a "character's povs you skipped through'' and the comments were flooded with Jason Grace just like I'd expected lol 😭 like blud has no mercy there.
It took all my will power to not defend him under a comment that called him "homophobic", I cannot believe that comment had 4 people agreeing aswell like- did we read the same books? Did they completey skip over the coming out chapter in HOH where jason was literally the first person to tell Nico not to be ashamed of liking guys and that no one would judge him? the guy is legit one of the least problematic characters and does nothing mean, how is he even CONSIDERED in the homophobic area anyway? (he also gets slandered for being "too nice" aswell lol) so seeing him wind up in such a contradictory accusation just screams tone deaf and anti-jason bias tbh, Nico legit said he considered jason as one of his first friend/supporter (apart from his sisters) in TSATS :') its like ppl keep throwing in these false stuff bc they WANT to find a reason to hate him. (dont take this as me saying you are not allowed to hate him or something cuz that would be quite hypocritical of me, wouldnt it? i just hate that ppl make up problematic hcs of him and push them as canon, it would taint non-reader's perception of him because of false info, what if a non reader stumbled across that comment and immediately figured that jason was indeed homophobic even when he wasn't?)
Also, can we please normalize NOT judging a person for their character preferences? I like jason and i am aware that its an unpopular take, but that doesnt make me any less of a pjo fan. The fandom seems pretty aggressive when we dont follow the popular opinion. i have seen multiple ppl pretend to hate jason simply bc they WANT to fit in and "look cool", since the fandom has a tendency to use Jason as a punching bag to insult like "he's a knockoff percy" or "he thinks he's so cool but he's not". or smth, so when people do claim jason as a favourite, a huge chunk of the fandom start belittling them and go like "really? Out of all characters, why jason?" Or "Percy/Leo is better, I don't understand why you like Jason"
okay thanks for coming to my ted talk. i am aware that i was yapping here. unfair Jason Grace slander does that to me.
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juuuulez · 2 months
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showing them your party dress, and they judge you (thinking it’s slutty or they get jealous) and won’t come to the deannas party with you. you get drunk and they help u 😝😝😝 (comfort angst)
info: Rick Grimes x Reader, NSFW, sorta drunk sex, Spencer is a creep, unsafe sex/pulling out, p in v.
summary: After pissing you off over a comment about your outfit, Rick tries to prove your worth another way.
omg idk when this escalated into smut but it did, but thanks for the request!!! thought i’d show rick some love because he’s soooo dilf and there isn’t enough rick appreciation on this page
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You wrap your hair around the curling iron, clamping down the hot metal and holding it in place. Tonight, Deanna is having a party for the new residents, and you’d been practically buzzing with excitement all day. Not only was Alexandria a miracle to come across, but they treated life with some semblance of normality.
“That the dress you’re wearin’?” A voice behind you asks, your gaze fluttering up to watch Rick through the mirror. He’s standing behind you, eyes scanning the dress you’d put on.
It was black, form-fitting and short. Paired with some kitten heels, you looked good enough to eat. Except, you’d thought it would illicit a bit more… excitement from your boyfriend.
“Yeah,” You agree, “Rosita found it for me. Said I’d look good in it.”
As if to prove your point, you turn around, giving a little spin in an almost childish manner. Rick stands there, stone faced, not betraying a single emotion.
“You do,” He finally lets up, “But is this the impression we wanna give?”
A response doesn’t come right away, silence filling the space between you as the words stew in your mind. They sound strangely negative, causing your brows to furrow into a little frown.
“C’mon, baby. You know what I mean.” Rick tries again, having sensed that he’s said something wrong.
But you’ve already turned away, continuing to primp your hair in the mirror. “Are you coming tonight?” You ask, completely avoiding his previous misstep for the sake of not becoming upset before the party.
“No, not tonight,” Rick sighs, “Got some shit to sort out.”
This one doesn’t get a reply either, and Rick knows that you aren’t pleased. So far, your relationship has been anything but normal. Back at the prison, he’d kept you at an arms length, finding your alluring nature and sweet smile threatening to his morals. Yet, over time, he’d let you in, and you’d wormed your way into his life.
“You could stay home, too. Wait for me. We’ll watch a movie when I get home.” He ends up suggesting, trying to alleviate your souring mood.
It’s fruitless, for you’re still persisting. “No. I want to party, like every other person in this town.”
“In that dress?” He questions once more.
You turn again, shooting the older man a glare. “Yes. Now leave, I’m getting ready, and you’re distracting me.” You essentially demand, and as not to get bitten, Rick obeys.
Part of you is pissed that he folded so easily, even though it was your bad temper. Regardless, you swore to have fun tonight, Rick or no Rick.
So, you finished doing your hair, even going so far as to put a little makeup on. It felt good, all of it, mainly because it just felt normal. You ventured from your house, trailing down the street to where the commotion was, eager to have a fun night out and remove Rick’s comment from your mind.
Though you claimed to be over it, your actions were saying otherwise.
Alcohol wasn’t commonplace during the apocalypse, at least not for your group. It wasn’t a necessity, and would only worsen the burden of surviving, having to recover from hangovers or be momentarily inebriated.
But tonight? You’d drink as much as you wanted to. Wine had never really been your favourite, but now, it was like liquid gold.
Maybe you were still annoyed at Rick, and you certainly were annoyed at Spencer, who kept talking to you at every possible opportunity. He didn’t like Rick, so in favour, you didn’t like him.
Everything turned into a blur at one point, and you would vaguely remember sitting down on the couch, nursing a cup of water in hand. Who gave you water? It didn’t really matter, for once more, Spencer had sat next to you.
He offered you another glass of wine, and stupidly, you took it.
“Ever get bored of playing with your old man?” He asked, lips upturned into a wicked grin, like the joke was supposed to be amusing. It wasn’t.
There’s a sickly feeling in your stomach, though it doesn’t stem from the alcohol, but guilt. “I need some air.” You end up mumbling, uncoordinatedly stumbling from the couch.
Spencer follows a few steps behind you, his hand on your arm with the feinted intention of helping.
“Without you!” You clarify in a drunken yell, messily yanking both heels from your feet, leaving them in the hallway while you make a break for the door.
Fortunately, Spencer gets the message.
Not that it mattered, for there was another face you didn’t want to see, waiting right outside.
Rick looked so good in the little police uniform they’d given him, with his clean shaven face and trimmed hair. It was a completely different man from the one you’d known, but delicious nonetheless.
“I don’t need your help, asshole.” You snap whilst faltering down the steps, barefoot on the pavement. Right now, he didn’t deserve the satisfaction of helping you, or knowing how good he looked.
“Yes you do, c’mon.” Rick persists, and when he moves to take your arm, you don’t protest. Maybe you are a little far gone. He gently leads you along, one hand wrapped around your shoulder, the other carefully tugging the bottom of your dress down a little more.
It’s a short walk back home, to the little picket-fenced house you’ve been living in. The instance you’re inside, you collapse on the couch, melting into the fabric and willing to pass out right then and there.
Rick kneels down on the ground, leaning in and removing your jewellery. Necklace, earrings, bracelet. Once they’re all set aside, he sits on the couch, the movement causing you to rise with a little frown.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, large hands scooping under your thighs and manoeuvring your body into his lap.
When you only look down, he grips at your chin, forcing the eye contact. The frown deepens, though now out of defiance, still drunk and a little pissed off.
“We’ve spent so long bein’ dirty ‘n muddy ‘n gross..” You begin in a mumble, the words coming out as one long sigh. “I just wanted to feel sexy.”
“You are so sexy,” Rick urges, hand caressing your side. “Always.”
“Then you should’ve come to the party with me.” You retort, that sad look still on your face, and it takes everything in Rick not to kiss it off.
“I know, I know. I should’ve been there,” He agrees, “And I should’ve told you how damn good this dress looks on you.”
Your nose scrunches up in confusion, “I thought you didn’t like it.”
Rick finally releases his grip on your chin, skating both hands down the smooth curve of your sides, all nicely contained in that skimpy dress. It’s like a perfect package, one he wants to unwrap.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby. I love it,” He reveals, eyes locked onto yours, “But I wanna be the only one who can love it.”
A grin finally grows on your lips, still all pink and glossy from the makeup. Even in your drunken state, there’s something alluring about the way you lean closer, breath fanning over Rick’s lips.
“Then prove it.” You whisper.
Like a moth to a flame, Rick bites. He closes the gap, savouring your sloppy kisses as you devour his lips, hands fumbling to cup either side of his smooth face. Somehow, kissing him felt even better drunk, like everything else just melted away.
Disconnecting, Rick trailed purposeful kisses down your neck, sucking brief marks into your skin, staking his claim. He peeled the straps of the dress down, pushing the fabric down under the swell of your breasts, until they were completely bare to him.
You gasped as his lips trapped a nipple, fondling at the supple flesh whilst worshipping you with his mouth. But you were already strung tight, not having the patience to deal with a night of teasing.
Fingers hooked into his belt, painted nails scratching at the denim as you failed to muster enough coordination to unzip him. “Please.. please, Rick.” You whined.
“I know, baby. Don’t have’ta beg tonight.” He assures you in that rough, yet soothing tone, taking over and pulling his cock free of its restraints.
Rick pushes the dress up over your hips, the soft fabric now simply a band around your waist. You’re eager to take him, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders whilst you hover over his thighs, allowing Rick to line you up and make the slide easier.
The drunken haze has faded some, replaced by a blanket of arousal as you slowly ride him, fingers gripping at his shirt. You’re saying something, begging probably, but it doesn’t make any sense. Not that it matters.
Though you’re set on riding him, Rick knows you’re probably sore from those heels all night, so he grips tight at your hips to flip you over, drilling you down into the plush couch.
“Fuck..” You gasp, head lolling to the side as Rick bites into the flesh of your neck, body completely surrounding you as his thrusts become powerful and short, angled up right where you need it.
“I know, baby. You can take it.” He grunts, using all his strength to draw you closer to the edge.
By now, he knows your tells. The tightening of your cunt as it squeezes him, the way your legs wrap around his slim waist. Whatever words make it from your mouth, though unintelligible, take on a whiny pitch.
Rick snakes his hand between you, pressing firm, tight circles around your clit that make you gasp and squirm under him. “Quietly, baby. You can do it. Let go for me.”
And that you do, hips bucking upwards as your peak finally hits, muffling your cries into his shoulder. The pulsating around his dick causes Rick to finally falter, managing a few more staggered, sharp thrusts before roughly pulling out and spilling onto your stomach. Spurts of white cum coat the bunched up dress, some even reaching the underside of your tits.
“Fuck,” Rick pants, catching his breath. “Looks like you can’t wear this dress anyway.”
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lilypadeater · 3 months
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Break Me Down
Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader
Summary- Rick and Hershel's oldest daughter can't keep their eyes off each other. They go to retrieve some walkers for the barn. Rick is kind of an asshole so ig this is angsty too. Enemies to loves
Content information: unedited, 18+, smut, p in v unprotected, choking i guess, enemies to lovers, age gap (mid 20s and early 40s), angst, plot, asshole rick, flirting, pet names, making out, fluff, some walker killing
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Your eyes scanned over Rick as he helped your father with farming chores. You already disliked the idea a group of strangers living on the farm, but their leader's cold behavior towards you made you hate it. You didn't understand why Rick was so harsh to you compared to the rest of the family. He treated your younger sisters, Maggie and Beth, completely normal. But whenever you tried to strike up a conversation, he would try to immediately end it or give you dry responses. He wasn't like this with anyone else, so you couldn't understand why he was like this with you.
The strangest part of it all was how he would look at you. Was is in a murderous or flirtatious way? You couldn't tell. What you did know though, was that you found him attractive. Guilt ate at you whenever you caught yourself staring at him.
'He has a wife and a son. And I'm pretty sure he hates me.' You remind yourself when you noticed you'd been glancing at him too much. He was cleaning the stables with Daryl. You decided to take one more look at him before directing you attention back to feeding the chickens. But as you took your last peek, you accidentally lock eyes with him, making it obvious that you were staring. You quickly turn your head and go back to sprinkling seeds around for the chickens.
Rick's eyes roamed over you as timidly looked away. A smirk was plastered on his face when he realized you'd been staring. Hershel would probably kill him if he found out how much he wanted fuck you. Rick would never risk his group getting kicked off the farm just for some girl.
The problem was, in his eyes, you were a diamond in the rough. You weren't just some girl. Seeing you help Carl when he was shot, caring for the animals with so much love, and your kindness towards everyone made his realize just how rare you really were. This kind of naiveness wasn't something you could find in the apocalypse. You were beautiful inside and out and you were the perfect distraction from Lori and Shane.
When you finished up feeding the animals, you were approached by your father. "I was gonna show Rick how to retrieve the sick and put them into the barn, but it's much too hot for me. You're the oldest of your sisters and most experienced at this, so I need you to take him down to the swamp and rescue our neighbors." He explains.
You sigh in irritation. You disagreed with your father when it came to the subject of walkers. You believed they were no longer the people they used to be and they couldn't be saved. You've tried to explain this to him multiple times, but it always ends in an argument. "Fine," you agreed. You hated having to go near the walkers, but on the bright side, you were going to be able to spend some time with Rick and find out why he didn't like you.
You led Rick into the forest with the leashes. There was an awkward silence between you two. "I know my dad explained his version of the world to you already, but I just wanted to tell you that I don't agree with his ideology." You announced, breaking the ice.
"At least you have more sense than him." He replied. You nodded and guided him to the swamp that had trapped with two walkers with it's mud.
You took the leash and carefully approached one of them. You began to explain how to catch one, "You have to get it around their neck, and hold them about and arms width away otherwise-'" You slipped on the mud and and accidentally let the walker loose. It immediately lunges for you but Rick shoots it. It falls into the mud and you scramble to your feet. "Oh my god, thank you." You tell him with a panicked and breathless voice.
"Was that a part of catching them?" He mockingly asks. He crosses his arms in impatience and watches you get up.
You furrow your eyebrows in disdain and and feel you face flush with embarrassment. "Yeah it is. Probably the most crucial part." You reply sarcastically. 'He looks so hot, such a shame he's dick.' You thought to yourself as he took his leash and captured the second walker.
Rick loved getting under your skin. Seeing your flustered face made his heart race and forget all about Lori and Shane. Your witty remarks back to him would make him forget that the world's gone to shit. He decided to further your irritation and say, "So all you do is look pretty and feed the animals?"
Your heart jumped when he called you pretty. You retorted, "You just sit around while your wife get knocked up by other men?" You realized what you said was harsh and might've crossed a boundary, but you were sick of his attitude towards you.
"She ain't my wife anymore." He mutters, keeping his focus on the walker he's leading.
Guilt crept up on you. Sure, he was an asshole, but you weren't. You couldn't swoop to his level, so you sigh and say, "I'm sorry. That was rude of me, I was just bothered by what you said."
He smirks and shakes his head. "S'alright."
You tried to walk the rest of the way in silence, apart from the snarls of the walker Rick had on the leash. But the question of why he was always cold to you played in your head. 'If he wanted to murder me, he would've let the walker eat me. Is there a chance he might be, interested in me?' Now you just had to know.
You came to a sudden stop and turned towards him. He was confused by your actions and stopped along side you. "Why'd we stop?" He asks, annoyed with you.
You ignore his question and ask him, "Why do you hate me?"
He was taken aback by your bluntness and shrugged. "I don't hate you," he replies and takes a step closer to you, meeting your doe eyes with his piercing blue ones. "I think you're beautiful."
Your eyes widen with surprise and your cheeks heat up. You glance to the ground then look back up. "Then why are you so mean to me?" You quietly asked.
He smiles before leaning in closing to you. "I like seeing your pretty face all red." He replies as he pushes a strand of hair away from your face. "I hate that I can't have you." He mutters as he kisses your forehead.
Your body is rushing with adrenaline and serotonin. "You can." You whisper before wrapping your hands around his chiseled face and kissing him. His free hand wrapped around your waist as he deepened the kiss, but the snarl of the walker brought you both back to reality.
He back the walker up against a tree and smashed its head with the metal part of the leash. "Whoops." He said as it fell to the floor.
"Why'd you do that? My dad's gonna be pissed." You complained, ready to scold him, but he grabbed your head and crashed his lips onto yours. You lean into it and gasp when one of his hands traveled from your face to your thigh. You could feel yourself getting wet as his hand creeped up to the hem of your shorts. You break away from the heated make out session to catch your breath. "Fuck, let's go somewhere else." You tell him in between breathes and he lifts you into his arms.
You directed him towards a nearby abandoned cottage. He checks the area out to make sure it's safe before taking you inside. You push him onto the bed and climb on top of him. You pull his shirt off and admire his toned body. "You had your turn," he smirks and flips you over so that he's on top. He takes you shirt off and it reveals your bare breasts. He leans in and kisses your neck, slowly making his way down. You shivered at the feeling and your hands gripped his back.
His hands slid down to the waistband of your shorts, making your skin tingle under his warm touch. He pulled your shorts off in a swift motion and looked amused when it revealed your soaked underwear. “S’this all for me, angel? I barely touched you and look at all this.” Rick teased as he yanked it off you and threw it to the the side. You whimpered in response, blushing in embarrassment and wrapping your hands around his muscular torso.
His fingers went up and down your slit, causing you to whine in anticipation before he began rubbing your clit. The new sensation produced whimpers and moans from you, but he was clearly going slow as a form of torture for you. You tried you grind against his fingers in order to reach your release but his other hand quickly held you hips down. You squirmed around but his hold on you was strong and he took pleasure in seeing you hot and bothered. You cry out in frustration, craving more friction and speed.
“Use your words, sweetheart.” He mutters with a sadistic smile. Two fingers enter your pussy as he continues to tease your clit with his thumb.
You breathlessly manage to whine “I need you in me” as he edges you. He feels his cock throbbing in his jeans as the words leave your mouth.
“You’re gonna be grateful I’m getting you ready for it” he hissed and added a third finger, stretching your needy cunt. You arch your back and moan loudly as your pussy clenches around his fingers. After you come down from your high, you sit up and your hands quickly work to undo his belt. Your eyes widened when you saw his rock hard cock under the denim of his jeans. It was massive. Before you could unbutton his jeans, he grabbed you and flipped you onto your stomach.
You hear the sound of his jeans falling to the floor as you get onto yours knees and elbows. Your pussy was on display for him. His large hand wrapped around your waist as he brought the tip of his cock to your entrance. You turn your head to see and nearly gasp when you see how large he his is. “There’s no way in hell it’s gonna fit” You whine and squirm.
He comfortingly rubs your back with his hand and replies “it will, baby. It’ll only hurt a little, but I’ll be gentle.” His words gave you some comfort and he slowly pushed into your drenched cunt. It was uncomfortable and painful when he stretched your walls with his huge cock, but the pain was eased as you adjusted. He filled you up completely and groaned when he felt your tight count wrapped around him. “I’m gonna start moving, ‘kay baby?” You nodded in approval and be began slowly thrusting. He gripped your hips roughly as he rammed into you, definitely bruising you. You moaned in ecstasy as he met your g spot in every thrust.
Rick had thrown his previous statement out the window as he roughly fucked you into oblivion. He wrapped his hand around your neck and it sent chills down your spine. It sent you over the edge as your walls clenched around his cock. Your legs trembled and gave out, but his hand quick grabbed your hip and held you up.
“Fuck, you’re so tight” He hissed, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You mewled at the overstimulation of being fucked through your orgasm and clenched around him again. His thrusts finally stopped as he finished inside of you, filling you up with his cum. He pulls out and you stretch out the bed, exhausted. He lays next you, gently stroking your hair.
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oneforthemunny · 11 months
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curiosity killed the cat |mafia!eddie munson x reader|
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prompt: you disrupt eddie's meeting with rick after he told you not to. he has to punish you.
a repost. yes, I'm back lol. this is my new account :)
contains: 18+ MINORS DNI. mafia!eddie themes, language, mentions of violence and drugs, daddy dom themes, daddy kink, spanking, oral fem receiving
Eddie didn't like bringing business in the home. He didn't like the idea of people in his space, people who weren't usually there. It left him on edge, constantly checking, counting the number of people there, eyes tracking their every move. Even if it was just Rick, a few of his close accomplices that Eddie knew, it still made him anxious. Knee bouncing under the table, eyes flickering from Rick to the plans back to the men around the room. His mind raced with possibilities, scenarios and he forged different outcomes. Normally, he'd already planned his escape, attack, a quick fire plan to halt whatever situation might come. This wasn't his first time after all, however, it was the first time with you. 
You weren't allowed in the room, of course. Eddie wouldn't dare even entertain the idea of you being put in such a vulnerable position. He'd left you in the master bedroom, the dogs in the room with you.
"Don't leave," Eddie pouted a finger at you, dark eyes narrowed and serious.
Your thighs clenched at his strict demeanor, a contrast from the sweet Eddie who always was so gentle and doting with you. He was different when it came to business, menacing; it made you excited.
"You've got everything you need in here, so just stay in here until I come get you, ok?" Eddie lifted your chin, eyes locking with yours fiercely. "Keep the door locked. You know where the gun is?"
You nodded, his inked fingers spayed around your chin, you just wanted to suck them. Eddie grinned gently. "Good girl," Your pussy clenched, cheeks heating.
"I'll be back in a little bit. Just stay in here and be quiet, ok?" Eddie instructed.
"Are they dangerous?" You asked meekly, eyes widening at the possibility.
Eddie frowned lightly. "No, baby, of course not. I wouldn't bring them here if I thought they'd hurt you." He cooed gently, hand stroking your hair. You relaxed under his touch, soothing and comforting. "They're not going to do anything here, and I know these guys, it's just... It's business, sweetheart. You don't belong near the business. Too precious."
You blushed under his words. Eddie leaned in, kissing you slow, full lips pressing against yours in sweet kiss that had your head reeling, tummy flipping and pooling with warmth. Eddie pulled apart, holding you in his gaze, loving and longing.
"I'll be back soon." Eddie whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.
He slipped on his rings, staring at himself in the mirror. You watched carefully, as your loving, sweet man slipped into a dark demeanor, menacing and expressionless. Warm brown eyes that were always soft and glowing for you were now hollow, vacant and dark. He closed the door behind him softly, the lock clicking before he padded down the hallway.
You tried to keep yourself busy. Eddie had brought everything you needed into the bedroom; snacks, drinks, activities, the dogs, and you already had a bathroom. You contemplated soaking in the tub, maybe reading or finishing off the movie you'd started.
Nothing helped, you were restless. Confined in a room, a very spacious room that was roughly the size of your entire apartment, but still, confined. Locked away until your Prince Charming came back to release you. The dogs laid over you in the bed, taking their turn and letting you pet them, cooing and scratching behind their ears.
Helplessly, you looked at the clock beside the bed. Angry, red glowing numbers that flashed, reading the time back at you; it had only been twenty minutes. You were sure it had been an hour at least. Falling back on the bed with a heavy sigh, you let Lucifer press his snout into your cheek.
"Luce, this is gonna be a long day." You muttered with an exaggerated pout to the canine, hand dragging down his soft fur softly.
You shivered on the bed, the cool air of the air conditioning until sending shudders down your spine, goosebumps rising from the chill. You curled closer to Lucifer, pressing your nose into his fur. The air conditioning control was out in the hall, where you weren't allowed. Your eyes flickered over to the fire place mounted to the far wall. You supposed you could turn that on, but you weren't sure where Eddie kept the long lighters.
Sock clad feet pressing into the mahogany hard wood, you padded over to the closet, flicking on the light. The dark shelves came into view, illuminated by the chandelier hung above. Everything about the mansion was so gothic and elegant in one. Positively, Eddie in every way. A little scary, a little weird, but very, very nice.
The first time you'd come over, walking down the long, crimson hallways that Eddie led you down, you felt like you were in something out of Dracula and The Godfather all wrapped up in one.
When you'd told him that, Eddie had laughed, dimples deep and eyes shining in the low light of his bedroom. "That was the goal, baby doll." He winked.
You'd blushed then and you blushed now, the same tingling feeling buzzing in your chest, warm and suffocating but oddly comforting, a rush sparking up your spine. Eddie always got you like that, giddy and silly in a way that only he could
You ran your hands over his shirts, all his work shirts. You snorted lightly, taking the fabric of a pristinely pressed black button up, Egyptian cotton and soft to the touch but stiff. You pressed your nose to the sleeve, inhaling the scent- laundry detergent, tobacco, and something woven within the threads that you couldn't quite put into words, it was positively Eddie.
There on the racks was your things too. All the things he'd bought you that you kept here. He'd been begging you to move in for weeks, since the first night he brought you here really. You told him when your lease was over, which he scoffed at. "Kitten, I can get you out of your lease, no problem. Don't use that."
You knew he could. You just didn't want to leave that life just yet, keeping a small piece of yourself at the apartment complex, a part of you that didn't know all the inner workings and dark shadows of Hawkins- of the country. It was silly, really, you loved Eddie. You stayed here all the time anyways, but you clung onto it. Eddie was a sweetheart, he let you, respected it, never pressed. It made it easier to transition over.
Eddie was always so sweet to you, so kind. You smiled, holding onto the sleeve of a cashmere robe, white and fluffy. He'd bought it for you after installing the bath, your initial sewn in baby blue over the breast. It was warm, cozy, soft- just like Eddie was to you.
You wondered how people could be so scared of him. He was nothing but an absolute angel to you, doting on you in ways you didn't even know possible. Passionate in ways that felt overwhelming at times, but you always returned it too.
Your lips curled in thought, fingers running down the robe's soft fabric, but your eyes moved to the bedroom door. The heavy, ornate mahogany door was taunting, looming over you like a bad omen- a darkened doorway. Your heart thumped, you could hear Eddie's voice telling you to stay.
"Curiosity killed the cat, kitten," Eddie's wicked grin, teeth baring and tone lilted in a mocking, nearly playful tone. He'd said that to you only a few weeks ago, when the two of you began something new.
You'd slipped into his office, looking for a letter opener. Instead you'd found a little box, rattling on the inside, with a carving you didn't recognize. Intrigued, you'd searched through the drawers, practically ransacking his desk looking for the key.
Eddie surprised you, ringed hand pressing gently on the small of your back, amused when you'd jumped up. Caught, wide eyed, mouth stammering with the box in your hand. He'd only shook his head, cooing at you gently, before placing the box down, guiding you gently to fold over the large desk.
He'd lectured you, sweetly still, while he lifted your little night gown, hand cracking down on your upturned bottom. It wasn't much, enough for your cheeks form a light dusting of splotchy pink with faint handprint impressions, and to have you sniffling with a pout. Eddie fussed all over you, pressing kisses and praises into your wet, salty cheeks, before bending you back over; this time a reward, his cock thrusting slow and deep into you.
That was the first time he'd ever spanked you. An idea that came from a drunken night out, that the two of you had discussed trying. You wanted it to be authentic, only happening organically. Eddie was more than happy to oblige you.
Your thighs clenched at the thought, rocking your pressed legs together to feel some friction. Eddie hadn't spanked you in a while. The last time being a little over two weeks ago, after you'd been exceptionally bratty and mean to him. He cooed at you sweetly, patting his knee for you to crawl over, while he cracked his palm down until you were crying lightly, fingers working between your legs until you gushed over his lap.
You contemplated it for a moment. You'd never done something this bold before with him. Bratting and breaking little rules when you wanted it rough, sure, but not this. He always went so gentle with you, only using his hand and stopping at the first sign of tears.
Eddie had said the men weren't dangerous, wouldn't hurt you. 
And you did leave your favorite cardigan in his office.
The corners of your lips turned up, pressing them together to keep your smug grin hidden. The throbbing between your legs clouded your judgement, mind spinning with the excitement of Eddie getting rough with you. You shushed the dogs gently, shutting the door behind you before padding down the long hallway towards the other wing.
Eddie was wrapped up in planning, the latest shipment from Cuba coming through Mexico since they'd been compromised in Miami.
"You can't do Texas," Eddie shook his head, pointing at the map next to Rick. "Borders are tightening up. Hopper told me they'd cracked down, hard. Best bet is to go through Louisiana or Mississippi. We could send some guys out on the bayou, no one would ever bother looking there."
"What about the cajuns that live there, boy?" Rick raised a brow. "You think they'll just let us come in there? There's a reason border patrol and the law ain't out there."
"I know, but there's a guy here who has family down there. Willing to let us borrow his boat for a price." Eddie was always one step ahead, Rick grinned. "He's got a place right on the bayou, feeds out to the gulf. They come in that way, meet 'em there and-"
The door creaked open, all eyes snapping up before guns were drawn, clicked and ready to fire. Eddie's heart stopped, his finger trembling over the trigger when he saw you.
"Ed, I'm sorry to bother you, honey." You cooed before stepping in.
Eddie gaped, raising a hand firmly to signal a stop. Rick lowered his gun, brows furrowed when he looked at Eddie. He knew in an instant, from the fear stricken look in Eddie's eye, just who the girl was to him.
"I just need my cardigan. I think I left it in here." You grinned sheepishly at the men. Rick's two boys stepped in front of the plans, glaring down at you menacingly.
"Easy, boys." Rick snapped, seeing Eddie growl, eyes narrowed and teeth bared in their direction.
"Leroy, Joey, she's good." Eddie snapped, eyes locked with you.
Jeff and Gareth exchanged a nervous glance, looking from each other back to Eddie. His clenched fists, eyes hard and tracking your every movement in disbelief. They cringed at the thought of what he'd do to you, if you even knew what was coming. They watched carefully as you padded in, reaching behind Eddie's desk for your little folded cardigan, right where you left it.
Your eyes met Eddie's expression falling slightly when his angry, intense gaze met yours. You stuttered for a moment, blinking around the room before Eddie's eyes narrowed at you in warning. A look you'd never seen before. It was frightening, sending you scampering out of the room.
Eddie watched the door close, eyes trained on the wood long after you left. The room was silent, Rick's gaze moving from Eddie to Gareth and Jeff slowly. "Alright..." Rick drew out the word, brow still lifted skeptically. "Where were we?"
Your heart hammered in your chest, back pressing against the dark wood. The dogs must've sense your distress, whining and growling under the doorway at the threat they couldn't see.
"It's alright babies." You cooed, but even then your voice was wavering, shaky and rattled.
Clicking the lock, you padded back towards the bed, cardigan clutched between your firm grasp. Eddie was furious, that much you knew. No light, no softness, nothing familiar in his eyes when you looked at him; when he looked at you.
You tucked your knees up to your chest, heart beating so fast you thought it might just give out. You knew Eddie wouldn't hurt you, he wouldn't, but you wondered if you might've took it too far. If you might've hurt him. Guilt flooded your bloodstream, leaving your tummy twisting and wrenching at the possibility.
You'd taken it too far, clearly, you knew that now. All you wanted was him to be a little rough. You loved the passionate sex the two of you had, constant and attentive. How he'd take his time exploring every square inch of you, using his body in any way he could to worship yours. You loved it even more when it was your chance to return the favor.
All you wanted was him to be a little rough, a little mean. You liked the darkness, it was thrilling. How he could be a little cruel to you, all while being constant and reassuring. Praising you when he'd spank you, or when he wouldn't let you cum. Tutting at you in a tone that toed the line of mocking and caring.
"Baby, I have to." He'd sigh, heavy and like he truly meant it, with just enough flare in his tone to know he was enjoying it. "You've got to learn don't you? Got to be obedient for me."
You wondered if he'd do that to you tonight, or if he'd trade his sweet tongue for a lashing, sharp one that would leave you as battered and aching as your body. You shuddered at the thought, consumed with possibilities.
The soft knock at your door was enough to make you jump, the dogs growling and barking in warning. Gareth called your name, muffled through the thick wood.
"One sec." You called, leaping out of the bed, legs shaky when you clicked the lock.
The dogs filed out, scampering down the stairs as Gareth looked down at you. The sympathetic gaze he casted on you made you feel sick. "Uh, Ed wants to see you in his office." He muttered, eyes avoiding yours. "Now that everyone is gone."
You nodded slowly, shutting the door behind you when you started down the hallway for a second time. This time you were in a much different trance, one that left your numb with fear, anticipation.
Knuckles rapping softly on the door, you waited for Eddie's gruff voice telling you to enter. Swallowing hard, you pushed the iron handle open, heavy door opening with a low groan.
Eddie sat behind his desk, hand crossed in front of him. He met your gaze and you shuddered. "Shut the door behind you." Eddie called. His voice was stern, but not angry, not mean like you expected. Tired. It made your stomach squeeze even more in guilt.
Eddie nodded towards the chairs in front of him, cognac leather and large. You sat down slowly, gaze never leaving his. Eddie looked up at you, brown eyes softer now, pleading. "What did I tell you?" He asked, low with a small sigh.
You shuddered. "I-I'm sorry." You stammered, cheeks flaming. "I..."
Eddie lifted a brow. "You what? Didn't know? Kitten, I told you." He said softly. "I didn't do it to control you, baby. I did it to keep you safe. You know I don't want you in the middle of this shit."
Your lib wobbled, eyes prickling in tears. You felt your heart plummet at his words, caring, even when you didn't deserve it. You'd prepared yourself for screaming, anger, a fight and him to admonish you; not for him to still be so concerned for you well being, for him to be disappointed.
"I'm really sorry." You muttered, breaking his gaze to look down at your nails. You sniffled gently. "I-I just wanted to come in." You admitted.
Eddie leaned forward, brows furrowed lightly. "Why?" He asked, soft and genuine. "I told you to stay, that it's business. I know you don't care about what we're talking about so why would you..." He stopped himself, watching how you squirmed, shifted in your seat.
Eddie pressed his lips together, leaning back in his chair. "Look at me." He commanded, stern but not an order. A favor, a request still. You tilted your head up, watery eyes meeting his. He paused, taking in the way you gnawed at your lower lip. "Please tell me you didn't come in here so I'd punish you?" He asked.
You didn't reply, stilling at the question with wide eyes. Eddie sighed slowly, hands dragging down over his face. "Oh, kitten, that's so disappointing." His face fell, shaking his head gently.
The sob that tore through your chest, strangled in your throat, your deep breath trying to conceal it as Eddie stood. He walked around slowly in front of you, leaning back onto the desk. He towered over you, shoulders slumped and sad. You couldn't look at him.
"You want me to punish you?" Eddie asked. It was a genuine question, not mocking, not playful, certainly not threatening. You kept your gaze cast down, sniffling back tears. "Look at me please, baby." Eddie sighed gently.
You brought your gaze to his, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. Eddie tilted his head to the side. "Is that what you want?" He asked softly again, brows raising ever so slightly. "That why you came in here? So I'd spank you for being a bad girl? For breaking Daddy's rules?"
You flushed, heart lurching at the name. You were sure he wouldn't want to play with you after this, after you'd been so bad, you thought he might never want to see you again. Your tummy twisted in a deep burst of excitement. You nodded gently, eyes looking up at him carefully.
Eddie sighed heavy, looking down at his rings. "Kitten, if you wanted Daddy to put you in your place, all you had to do was ask." He was scolding you, lightly, but enough to make you blush, feeling small under his words.
"I want you to listen to me, ok?" Eddie asked, leaning forward so he was closer to you. You felt his fingers under your chin, tilting your gaze up to him, soft, brown eyes melting into yours. "You don't do that again when you want to play. This time, it was just Rick and his boys, but next time it couldn't be. I'm serious when I say this, I don't want you around that. That is a hard line for me, I want you to respect that."
"I'm sorry, Eddie." You whispered softly, placing your hand over top of his. You could tell by the way his jaw clenched, emotionally, that it had hurt him. You never wanted to do that. It was just play after all, never meant to step over any lines or boundaries, by pass your respect for one another.
"I didn't mean to upset you like this." You ran the tips of your fingers over his knuckles down to his rings. "I just thought it would be... exciting. You said they wouldn't hurt me or anything, so I just thought..."
Eddie pressed his hand gently into your cheek, cupping it lightly. "I know you did." He said sweetly, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "Let's discuss things about like that before doing it next time, ok? I'm not mad at you, I promise. I was just... I was scared. I thought something was wrong when you came in."
Your hear squeezed, lip quivering. "'M sorry." You whispered.
Eddie smiled softly down at you. "I know," He let his finger slide through your scalp. "But I have to punish you now. You know that don't you?"
Your spine tingled when excitement when Eddie stood, slowly walking around his desk. "Bend over the desk for me, baby." He fumbled with a cabinet, turning the key into the lock.
You stood slowly, stepping towards the edge of the desk, already cleared for you. You lowered your self down slowly, feet spreading to plant into the wood, far enough apart to steady you. Your hands splayed out on the cool wood beside you, chin resting to watch Eddie.
He emerged after a moment, placing the key back in his pocket before turning, revealing a small, black leather paddle, long but on the thinner side. Your eyes widened at the sight.
Eddie frowned down at you sadly. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this for a while." He exhaled slowly. "Thought I'd save it for your birthday. Give you some birthday spankings." You tingled at the mention, clenching around nothing. "But I think you need it today. You really need to learn your lesson, don't you?"
You nodded. "Words, kitten." Eddie ran a hand gently down your back.
"Yes, Daddy." You squeaked against the desk, pressing your cheek against the cool wood.
Eddie hummed gently, hand running down your little lounge pants. He pushed them down slowly, revealing you to be bare. He let out a small huff of air, fingers trailing up to your cheeks, pulling them apart so he could see your pussy. Soaked, as to be expected.
Eddie ran a hand softly over your bottom, soothing your gently. "I don't want to have to be this mean to you, but you have to learn baby." Eddie shook his head gently. "Have to learn to follow Daddy's rules."
You whimpered, nodding against the wood. Eddie bent down, pressing a kiss to your tail bone, leaving you shivering under the touch. "I'm gonna start now." He warned, thumb circling the bone before his hand rested on the small of your back, to keep you down, in place.
The cool leather of the paddle ran across the globes of your ass, a warning of what was to come. You shivered, squeezing your eyes shut. You fought the urge to clamp your legs together, the anticipation and thrill of it all making you ache horribly.
There was a swish before the leather snapped against your skin, your loud gasp following, eyes snapping and head raising. "Shh, I know," Eddie cooed. He kept his hand anchored on your spine, paddle lifting again before cracking across your skin, leaving an angry red stripe in its wake. "I know, kitten, I know." 
"You've got to learn." You whimpered when Eddie brought the paddle down again, squick and snapping twice against the skin with an easy flick of his wrist. "Daddy doesn't like being mean with you, but he has to." He whispered, hand rubbing softly down your back.
You were starting to squirm, the sting building quick, faster than it ever did with his hand. You yelped, a pitiful broken cry following after he brought the paddle down again, on the bottom of your fleshy backside. "You're doing so good, kitten. Taking your spanking so good." Eddie crooned, the paddle lifting before he brought it down again.
You knew he wasn't using his full strength, not even close. He wanted it to sting but never hurt you, especially when the two of you were so new to things still.
You squirmed, tears streaming down your face. "'M sorry, Daddy." You whined, high and desperate.
"I know you are, baby. I know." Eddie sighed sweetly, bringing the paddle down again on your agitated skin. "You're doing so good for me, aren't you?"
Your sob followed as an answer, fists clenching when he brought down the paddle again, sending you forward you the desk. The wood dug into your hips, pressing uncomfortably against you with every smack of the paddle that sent you forwards.
Eddie's hand ran down your red cheeks, your abused little ass, bright and blooming with marks of the harsh leather against your skin. Your body shook with sobs, collapsed against the wood. Eddie shushed you quietly, sweet words and calming phrases to you while his hand ran over the hot flesh, trailing down further. He pressed his index finger, ducking it between your legs. He bit back a knowing smile when he felt you, dripping and coated in your own arousal.
Eddie let his fingers run through your folds, your small mewl perking his ears, your hips rocking back to meet his touch. "You learned your lesson?" Eddie asked gently.
You moaned when his fingers brushed over your clit, nasally and high pitched. "Yes, Daddy."
Eddie let the pad of his finger circle around your clit, throbbing and hard through your slick folds. "You're gonna be good for Daddy?"
You nodded, eyes pinching in pleasure. "Yes!" You squealed, shockwaves of pleasure spiking over you. "I'll be good, I'll be good!" You chanted breathlessly, a small grunt leaving your pouty lips.
Eddie smirked, he knew you would be. He knelt down behind you, tongue lapping and circling your sensitive clit while your squirmed. His hands gripping your burning cheeks lightly, keeping you spread so he could eat you properly, buried between you until you clenched, toes curling and crying out before falling onto his desk, sprawled out and starry eyed.
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junekicks · 10 months
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that sullen girl ♱ rick grimes
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Rick knows you’re younger. You’ve got at least 13 years on him. And maybe in a life before that double digit number would’ve stopped him and he would’ve dragged his mind elsewhere. Stuck to what was “right”.
But he’s lost too damn much in the last few years to overthink this. He cares about you. It’s as simple as that. He wants you to be okay. Always.
And Alexandria is new territory. It’s terrifying how perfect it is here. An untouched world.
Rick knows a majority of his group is settling in, grateful to have a safe roof and walls around them. He’s glad his kids are safe.
Rick also knows you’re one of the ones still skeptical of where you guys are trying to take home in. Like Daryl.
Though, you’ve taken a shower.
Everyone in the group seems to have connections to an olden life, you don’t fall under that. Your younger kid sister closed her eyes for the final time a few months ago, Rick guesses. He knows it feels longer.
You’ve gotten quiet since then. He doesn’t blame you, the same damn thing happened to him after Lori—his reaction was a bit worse though.
He just doesn’t want you to lose yourself. You’ve got a good self. You keep him well.
Though, he can’t find you. It’s making him a little nervous, though, he tries not to show it.
He goes walking for awhile before he does find you, it’s a mistake when he does. Your hair a flash in his peripheral. He paused his walk and see’s you fully.
You’re with the graves.
You’re bent at the knees, all your weight resting on your balancing feet. You’re before your sister’s grave. A few flowers under the wooden pallet with her name craved into it.
Rick knows there’s not anything under that grass, six feet under. He knows it bothers you, even if you don’t say anything. He knows them having to bury your sister in the middle of nowhere under a large tree months ago bothers you too, even if you don’t say it.
He’s gotten good at reading you.
He walks over slowly, hands shoving in the pockets on his jeans. You hear him before you see him. “Hi, Rick.” You say gently, you seem to know him as well as he does with you. You know his steps, he hasn’t gotten there with you—yet.
He smiles small, it’s almost like a frown. “Hi, sweetheart.” His voice is deep and soft, softer than it normally is. He only talks to you like that, and Judith.
He sees you shift a little, like you’re getting up. He pushes a hand out for you and you take it without a second wasted. “You alright?” He asks gently. He can see the color draining from your eyes with each day passing. You get more tired. More like sludge under his palms. You aren’t sure how to move on. He wishes he could take your pain, though, he knows you’d never let him have it. He’s had more than you, you know he has, even if he wouldn’t agree. We’ve all lost something, he’d say. He’s right, but still. No one’s lost like Rick.. Nor what he’s done to stop from losing more.
You nod, your eyes on your sister’s name and your hand still in Rick’s. “Yeah. I’m okay. Just wanted to say hi to her, I guess..” Your voice fades off and your shoulders sink. He can see you roll your eyes at yourself. He hates when you’re cruel to yourself. You need to give you more credit.
Rick frowns gently. He squeezes your hand before letting it go, and his arm slips over your shoulders instead. His fingers mess gently with the ends of your hair, it’s gotten longer since he’s met you. It’s been years.
You sigh and lean into him, “sorry I disappeared. Should’ve told you I was heading out.” You know him too damn well. His worries. His fears.
Yeah, he feels good in Alexandria, but old habits never die.
He hums, pulling you even closer, if possible. His eyes are on your sister’s name. “Don’t apologize. I get it.”
You hum gently and finally look away from your sister’s empty grave. Your arms weave around Rick’s waist and you push your face softly into his side. His chin leans down on the crown of your head. He feels you hold onto him tighter.
“Things are okay, right?” You whisper into his clothed skin.
They are, for now at least.
He nods against your head, his other arm wrapping around you. “Yeah,” he says soft and quiet. “Everything’s alright, baby.”
He kisses your head. You squeeze him even tighter, makes his lungs feel like they’re going to pop with admiration.
You’re a strong sullen girl, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
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dirtydixonsgirl · 10 months
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Attitude
Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
A/n: this was just a random scenario I thought about late at night. i appreciate your rebloggs and stuff!!! this account is for all the smutty Daryl girlies😘 hope you have been enjoying the content ❤️
WARNINGS: smut just some sweet love making(duh) angst, Daryl’s attitude (always), dirty talk, daddy daryl (yesssss) etc. 18+
Scenario: Rick is fed up with Daryls attitude, sensing that you both have been at each others throats lately, he suggests you help him take off the edge, but you instantly deny not wanting to push Daryls buttons even more, how could you say no when he sends Rosita and Maggie to your door to help you out a little with planning for that big night?
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Daryls new found attitude struck something in Rick. It wasn’t his normal sassy attitude or slight remarks, it was filled with anger and aggravation lacing everything he said. Constantly getting into it with the people who lived at Alexandria, willingly putting himself in danger and even fighting more with Rick than anyone.
Rick knew something was off, being yours and Daryl’s neighbor he could almost hear everything. Every door slam, everytime a glass shatters, even the screaming. So he knew you both had been at each others throats recently, it wasn’t like you and Daryl to fight like this, but the reality of things weren’t so great and it was crashing hard on you both. You practically couldn’t be in a room with each other for more than ten minutes before one of you is trying to claw the others eyes out. It has been exhausting to say the least.
“Yeah, now get back to fuckin’ work. Ain’t got time to sit around playin’ princess all day.” Daryl muttered to one of the people was on a group run with them. “Prick.” He muttered once they walked away.
Rick stopped loading cans into the truck, raising an eyebrow at the aggravated man.
“You know you ain’t gotta be so harsh.” He says, shaking his head.
“Harsh?” He practically spits. “Dude ain’t done nothin’ all day, comin’ up here tellin’ us some bullshit.”
“Whatever you say Daryl.” He shakes his head continuing to put the food on the truck, ignoring the scowl on Daryl’s face.
Rick made a plan to talk to you, he knew it would be easy to get you alone because Daryl wasn’t home often due to your fighting. He mostly would stay in the garage working on his bike, going hunting, anything he could do the avoid another heated argument.
The doors to Alexandria opened and he found you sitting on yours and Daryl’s welcoming home, sipping on something to drink as you watched the kids play in the grass. You seemed to be in a good mood which made Rick definitely want to talk to you right now.
“So what else are you doin’ today?” Rick looks over at Daryl.
His head placed on the window, chewing on the skin of his nail.
“Workin’ on the bike.” He grumbled. “Need ta take it for a ride so I can see if everythings good on it.”
Daryl knew everything worked perfect on the bike. He was good with his hands, especially when working on cars and bikes. He was trying to keep a safe distance between you both hoping whatever was happening between you both would subside, he loved you to death. No matter what, he didn’t want to lose you but he also didn’t want to spend his time arguing with you.
Rick nodded, sending Daryl off to go on his bike, hoping he would make it in time before your good mood wore off. He sent a wave out to Daryl as he drove off through the gates, he made contact with you seeing you scowling at him.
“I’ll be right back. You guys got this?” Rick asked the people helping unload the truck, they all nodded.
He jogged quickly over to your porch, you noticed his presence, your surprised reaction to him since he never comes around often unless he’s looking for Daryl but you saw him wave at him as he went out the gates so you knew he was not looking for him.
“Hey, Y/N.” He greeted you, taking a seat next to you.
“Oh, wow, it’s the famous Rick Grimes.” You joke. “I hate to break it to you but your right hand man just left.”
“I was actually here to talk to you.”
You met his gaze, his face was serious. You wondered what Daryl had done for this conversation to arise this evening. Rick never came to you about Daryl. He figure it was more like bro code thing.
“I’m listening.”
“Daryl has been…” he starts, trying to find the words.
“Moody? Irritable? Temperamental?”
“Yeah, all that.” He laughs, scratching the back of his neck. “What’s going on?”
You sigh, you didn’t want to talk about it but you knew you would eventually have to. You felt bad for the people having to deal with his attitude on a daily basis, he was already not the most friendly person, so when he gets angry it instantly makes everyone uncomfortable. You knew the feeling all too well.
“After the saviors, after the people we lost, he’s just been so out of it. So everytime I bring it up, it just turns into a screaming match. Now his feelings are more intense, everything I say is something to attack him.” You spilled. “I don’t know what’s going on, I just know I also can’t deal with his attitude.”
Rick nodded, listening intently to your words. “I think you should help him.”
You looked at him confused. “What do you mean help him? I try, it’s just Daryl will always be Daryl.”
Rick shakes his head. “No, not like that. Maybe you know, help take the edge off a little.”
Oh. Your eyes widened. That’s what he meant. You felt silly for not catching on faster. A blush rose to your cheeks fast. It had been a very long time since you and Daryl were intimate. It’s not like either of you needed it, you were mostly the horny one, he does enjoy the occasional sex but it’s rare. He shows absolutely no interest in times like this when you were both at each others throats.
“No,” you shot him down. “He wouldn’t want to. Especially not now.”
Rick hesitated for a moment, trying to word his next sentence without embarrassing you or Daryl. Daryl was no stranger to Rick, they would talk about their fantasies together, sometimes drunk, sometimes sober. They were guys after all, but they would only tell each other, they both kept their sex life private.
“Try putting on a skirt and knee socks.” He blurts, feeling embarrassed. “Daryl told me he wanted to see you in that a while ago..said it was a fantasy of his.”
You blushed, your eyes shooting up to his. “He said that?”
Rick nodded. “Just to me, nobody else.”
“Rick, are you telling me you know Daryl’s sexual fantasies about me?”
A blush rose to his cheeks, regretting his words. “Some, that was the one talked about a few times. Please don’t tell him I said anything.”
You rolled your eyes. “Wasn’t planning to because it’s not happening.”
“Just think about it.” He said before standing up. “Gotta get back to work.”
With that he trudged off making you thinking about all the other fantasy’s Daryl had told him. You shook your head, there’s no way I’m doing that.
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The knocks at the door interrupted you from folding your clothes, scaring you in the process. Daryl was still not home, which was usual, he was very moody today and you were grateful for the space but in the same sense you missed your boyfriend, it weighed heavy on you. Both of you distracting yourselves from each other.
“Rosita? Maggie?” You were surprised to see them, the sun was just now setting. They were never out this late.
“Y/N!” Rosita pushed her way in, Maggie following in behind her.
You stood there shocked, they welcome theirselves in. You give them a confused look.
“Why are you here?”
“Rick sent us.”
The smirk Rosita was making all made sense now. You suddenly feel really embarrassed. What did he tell them? What if Daryl shows up? Your thoughts running wild as Maggie drops her bag on the table.
“So, as you know,” Maggie starts. “Daryls been a bit moody.”
“We came here to help you,” Rositas smirk getting bigger. “Think of us as your…sex fairies.”
Oh gosh. You were not a talker about your intimate life. Although you Maggie and Rosita seemed to be the closest you would never spill your secrets to them about yours and Daryl’s sex life. It was just something private. Your hair falls in front of your face, attempting to hide your deep red cheeks as they start pulling things out of the bag.
Your eyes widen at the first item of clothing, a black skirt. A very short black skirt. Next is some black lace underwear, hardly covering any of your ass at all. It just looked like a item of fabric, next a black lace bra to match, as well as some white knee socks. Exactly what Rick said was his fantasy.
“Well?” Rosita calls out, directing your attention to their burning gazes.
You don’t reply, they look at you like they’re waiting on your opinion. And quiet honestly you were way too embarrassed to even speak.
“Don’t be embarsssd,” Maggie laughs. “Sex is normal.”
“I-I don’t even know what to say.” You stutter.
“It’s fine, you don’t need to say anything, just go put this on and wait around for Daryl to get home.” Rosita says, throwing the outfit in your hand and pushing you towards the bathroom.
“I don’t even know when he’s going to come home.”
“Soon, Rick is distracting him.”
That little… this was exactly his plan. He wasn’t going to give you an option, you should’ve known.
“I’m telling Rick to send Daryl out in 20 minutes, get ready and have the best sex of your life.”
“Okay, okay, that’s enough.” You smile lightly, blushing. “Go, out, out, out.”
Both of them laugh as your hands push them towards the doorway. They knew exactly the effect this situation had on you.
You close the bathroom door. Holy shit, this is actually happening. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t excited, it had been a few months since you and Daryl were last intimate with each other. You were now aware of how everytime you wore a simple skirt he was eyefucking you and giving you all of his attention. You should’ve known.
After getting dressed, you tiptoe down the stairs. Still no sign of Daryl. You felt unusually slutty in the very skimpy outfit. Your blood was running heated through your veins, mixed with adrenaline and lust. You couldn’t wait for him to get home to see you, but what if he didn’t want you? You prepared yourself for rejection. Just try.
You run over to the bag they left, was there anything else in here? Bending over, you rummage through it, seeing all kinds of random items that didn’t match exactly what you wanted. Maybe an intoxicating perfume? Alcohol to ease your nerves? Your body froze when you heard the door open and quickly shut behind you. Please be Daryl, please be Daryl.
“Holy..shit.” You heard the familiar voice behind you breathe.
It was him.
What you weren’t aware of is the absolute view you were giving him. All bent over in a little skirt, your panties in full view, your socks all the way up to your knees. He couldn’t help but let his gaze wonder all over you, already feeling the growing tent in his pants.
“Daryl, I’m sorry I-“ but he cuts you off.
“You readin’ my mind or somethin’?” He steps closer.
You already turned to meet his gaze, his facial expression shocked and hungry. You realized Rick wasn’t lying. Your heart starts pounding as your mind is spinning like a ballerina. His gaze was so intense.
“You look so..hot.” He runs his hands down to your hips, yanking you closer. “You wear this fo me?”
You nod, your mouth dry. “Y-yes.”
Daryl chuckles at your reaction. He still makes you nervous after all these years. His mind was suddenly clear, the only thoughts were of fucking you in this little skirt and making you cum all over his cock. The thought was mind consuming. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time.
You slowly take the initiative, unbuttoning his flannel, your hands run over his broad shoulders, the warmth of his skin invading yours. That familiar ache between your legs coming back after a long time. His lips are parted, searching between your eyes and lips, his breathing deepens.
He leans down, connecting your lips together, he groans in your mouth, his fingers rubbing circles into your hips. God, he’s missed this but so have you. This kiss is instantly passionate, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. The desire was laced in the kiss, the sparks neither of you have felt in a long time.
“God, Y/N.” He groans pulling away. “You feel what yer doin’ to me?”
Daryl pulls your hips closer, pressing his erection into your stomach, you gasp, pushing your thighs together. You wanted him so bad.
“Come ere’.”
He lifts you up in his arms, carrying you to the kitchen, you squeal in his grip causing him to tap your ass. He sits you down on the island of the kitchen, pulling your legs closer to his body, pressing his erection into your core. You squirm against him, trying to get friction, he chuckles at your desperation.
“Daryl, please.” You whimper. “I-I want you so bad.”
This was a new look on you, desperation. Daryl hadn’t seen you so desperate for his cock, ever. You were a squirming mess in his grip, trying to find any kind of relief against him. He couldn’t say it didn’t turn him on even more. He presses his throbbing erection into you more. You find a grip, moving against him, moans and whimpers falling from your mouth.
You were in ecstasy, his denim rubbing against your clit against your very thin underwear. You grab his shoulders, gripping onto them as you ground yourself harder into him. He wasn’t sure how long he could handle the feelings you were giving him.
“Feel good?” He whispers, rubbing his nose from your ear down your jaw.
“Y-yes.” You whimper.
“Yes what?”
You knew the words he was asking for instantly.
“Yes, Daddy. It feels so good.”
You knew Daryl loved being call that in the bed. You weren’t sure why, but it was one of the things that got him riled up, once those words fall from your pretty little lips, he melts, giving into whatever you want.
“Please-“ you breathe harshly. “Fuck me, please.”
He kisses your neck, his hands in your bra rubbing your nipples slowly. The feeling in your stomach was about to snap, you continued your motion against him, him occasionally thursting against you. The heat was radiating from him, warming you all over.
You suddenly lose all sense of self control, an earth shattering orgasm radiating deep from with in you.
“D-Daryl, I’m g-gonna…” you breath out.
You head falls back, his lips still attacking your neck, grunting in the process, his nails digging into his back, you let go, releasing in you panties.
“What a mess ya made,” he chuckles. “Good girl. Feel better?”
You nod, suddenly feeling exhausted. You hadn’t felt that way in such a long time. But before you could protest another orgasm, Daryl flips you over, your stomach against the cold surface of the island, you shutter at the feeling, his erection suddenly pressed up against you making you once again squirming against him.
“Don’t think I can control myself when you’re wearin’ this, baby.” He breathes, his hands wondering under the skirt and down your curves.
His thick fingers slip your panties to the side, the gasp of cold hair hitting your exposed area, he runs his finger up your slit, collecting all your orgasm and wetness, he grabs your hair pulling you back against him so your back is against his chest.
“My dirty little slut,” he runs his nose against your cheek. “Suck, see how ya taste.”
He pushes his finger into your mouth. You can taste your arousal against his fingers, his hand holding you around your hips securely, you moan against his fingers. You have never had this kind of sex with Daryl. He was being so..dirty. You itched to touch him but you couldn’t.
“Ya taste so good, baby.” He let you go against the counter stop again, your nipples Harding at the coldness. “I ain’t takin’ this skirt off ya. Gonna fuck ya till you see colors.”
“Please,” you breathe. “Please daddy, I want to feel you inside me so bad.”
He complies, unbuttoning his pants. He springs free, rubbing his tip against your entrance. Daryl wasn’t sure what came over him, maybe the moodiness from the last few days or maybe his girlfriend in this little skirt bent over in front of him was driving him insane but he was mad man.
His breathing labored, your body sparking as his tourtious movement up and down against your once again aching core, he suddenly pushes into you, your empty feeling now filled by his fullness. You moan and gasp, feeling him bottom out in you.
“Ohh..” you sigh in relief. “Thay feels amazing.”
“Fuck, Y/N,” Daryl groans. “It’s been so long.”
He was hard. Very hard. He pulls you closer, his forearm holding your hips up, rocking in and out. You try to lift up on your toes to feel him more, he was hitting that soft pleasure spot into your repeadtly making you whimper and shudder. He always knew exactly how to hit every spot. You submit yourself to him, his thickness stretching you with every move, you could feel him throbbing inside you.
He reaches under, rubbing that little ball of nerves causing you to jolt forward from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Still,” he snaps. “Been drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy all week.”
His movements become faster, angrier, you could feel him letting his anger out from above you. Pleasure flies down your body, your face smooshed into the countertop.
“D-daddy..I’m gonna cum.” You whimper.
He smacks your ass harshly sending the pain straight to your throbbing core. “Come on ma cock, sunshine.”
And you do. Your legs shaking, you’re overstimulated as his movements continue, it burns hot and deep inside you. He doesn’t stop as your body spirals down from climax.
“God, I love you so much, Y/N.” He whispers.
You feel helpless under his strong body, you clench around him, he hisses, he bucks into you relentlessly, chasing his own high. A string of grunts and whimpers falling from his lips as he thrusts all the way into you, cuming deep inside you. His thrusts stop, you wince as he pulls out of you, you turn to face him.
“I love you so much more, Daryl Dixon.” You whisper caressing his face.
The beads of sweat fall down his face as he leans into your touch, you feel his warm orgasm running down your thighs. He pulls you into his arms, burying his head into your neck.
“I’m sorry I been such a dick.” He murmurs.
You high him back tighter. “It’s okay, I have been too.”
It worked. Rick was a genius. You made a mental note thank him.
“No, seriously. I’m sorry, don’t wanna lose ya, won’t ever treat ya like that again. Ya mean the world to me, Y/N.” He spills. “I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”
You laugh. “No, you didn’t. That was probably the best sex we’ve ever had.”
“Yeah, I agree.” He laughs his cheeks turning a shade of red. “Missed it.”
“I did too. Again tomorrow?” You joke.
“Tomorrow? How about tonight, again.” He smirks. “Never throw this outfit away.”
He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder as you squeal, taking you right up to your shared room so he can make love again to you all night.
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jo-harrington · 8 months
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Interview Prep (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Reader is worried about making a change to some routines.
Previous Part: Standard Operating Procedures 1.03
Warnings/Themes: AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins. Reader works at the Claire's at StarCourt. Eddie works at TapeWorld. Mutual Pining and Slow Burn, Meeting the Family, Anxiety, Fluff
Note: Special thanks to @chestylarouxx @fracturedarkness and @courtingchaos for reading my snippets, listening to my rambling, and easing my nerves with this one. It's been in my drafts since February! And it's always kind of eluded me, but it's very special so I appreciate the time you took to help me out. So so much.
You can find my masterlist here for more featuring our resident Store Manager and all of my other writing.
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Enjoy!
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“…and I swear the sound is so much better than my Fender. Like a thousand times better. I’m gonna need a new amp, I think. She is way too good for that hunk of junk that Rick got from his buddy way back when.”
“Uh huh.”
“God, I wish you could come to a show to hear it. Maybe...maybe I can ask Tom at the Hideout if our set could be a little later one night so you could come out after the store closed?"
"Sure."
“And then we could get pickle and bologna milkshakes at Benny's afterwards."
"Sounds great."
"Am I boring you?” Eddie finally stopped as he hit the button on the bailer and put his hands on his hips. "You're not even listening."
“What?” You freed yourself from your thoughts and got a good look at him. "I...what? No."
It was break time, which meant cardboard got crushed and garbage tossed before you ventured into the food court for something to eat. And on a day like today when your schedules aligned, that also meant your break was spent with your closest friend--only friend--in Hawkins.
And on any other day, you would have happily listened to his story.
Hell, you actually had listened to him...for most of it at least--he boasted about his new guitar, how he named her Sweetheart, and her first actual performance outside of Gareth's garage that had occurred the night prior--before you got too caught up in your own head.
It had been a normal Wednesday when you got to the store for your opening shift. The registers were counted, gate pushed up, and you were about to confidently post the new schedule.
Then the mail was delivered.
And with it, a larger envelope from home office that contained a very hefty packet inside.
Normally a package like that would make you happy; it was a sign that one of your favorite weeks of the year was approaching: planogram week. It was, quite honestly, not only your favorite week but your favorite part of the job altogether. More than your team, more than your discount...certainly more than helping customers.
Summer was coming to an end, which meant all of the trendy accessories would make way for backpacks, water bottles, notebooks, and lunch boxes. Things that stayed hidden away for 75% of the year, but were suddenly at the forefront of every parent and pre-teen's mind as they got ready to look their best on the first day of school.
Today, however, you suddenly felt a sense of dread as you opened the package because a planogram meant that you would have to schedule an overnight shift on the one night of the week that the mall closed early.
Sunday Night.
Date Night with Eddie.
Eddie's favorite night. And yours.
Your favorite part of your job encroached on what was becoming an essential part of your life.
So you spiraled until your break because it was easier to worry and overthink than it was to just...communicate the fact that you might have to miss a Sunday and face the possibility that Eddie could be mad at you.
Unfortunately he seemed a little steamed right now because he thought you hadn't been listening to him.
His little grumpy face was cute though.
Why was this harder than having to call your team to ask if they were ok with an unexpected overnight shift? God damn it, you needed to get a grip.
“You weren’t listening to anything I said,” he repeated.
“Yes I was,” you insisted.
“What did I say then?”
“You nailed the solo.”
“And…”
“And you actually got a round of applause.”
“And?”
“And you need a new amp.”
“And?”
“Uhm… a-and…”
Shit…maybe you had delved a little bit too far.
Growing up with a big, loud family--including an overbearing mother and two annoying brothers--meant you had the innate ability to split your brain in half and listen to them while also worrying about your own shit.
However, thanks to the intensity of your worrying, that ability failed you.
You wracked your brain for a good 30 seconds until Eddie’s scowl turned into a wicked smile, and then you knew he was just being a jerk.
“You’re the worst,” you grumbled at him.
“Excuse me,” he placed a hand on his chest in fake affront and stumbled back a few steps to collapse against the side of the trash compactor. “I'm the worst? You agreed to Pickle and Bologna milkshakes and ignored your best friend. Not very metal, sweetheart."
"I just have a lot on my mind." You shook your head and sighed. "Sorry."
"Well it's a good thing that I am a great listener. Unlike someone."
Eddie pushed himself off the compactor, put his hand on your shoulder, and guided you back inside to the food court. You got your meals of choice and tucked yourselves into a table in the corner by the JCPenney entrance.
"Alright," he started with his mouth full of fries. "Tell dear old Eddie what's bothering you."
You swallowed a mouthful of food and took a deep breath.
It was now or never.
"Well...there's this big thing coming up at work...planogram...uh...floor set," you began. "And it's really important and after it's done...we'll get visitors from corporate and my boss will probably make a few visits to see how it's going. I just want to do really well."
"Well, you've been doing a good job so far right?" Eddie shrugged. "Why wouldn't they think so now?"
"I don't know, I don't wanna mess it up," you admitted. "I'm a new store manager. And a lot of the team never worked retail before. I literally cried my first floor set as a sales associate. It's tough."
"You're just giving yourself the yips. I do it all the time when we add a new song to the set list."
"Don't just say that to make me feel better."
"Last week I forgot how to do a G-chord," he crossed his heart. "Scouts honor."
"You were a Boy Scout?" you asked skeptically.
"Stop distracting me." He popped another French fry in his mouth in an exaggerated fashion. "What else?"
"Well...we have to schedule floor sets on a Sunday."
"Ok."
"After the store closes."
"...Oh."
"Yeah."
Eddie sipped his drink thoughtfully and stared at you with his abyss-like eyes; they didn't betray a single thought going through his head and it made you nervous.
And nervous meant that you didn't shut up.
"I mean I don't want to have to cancel our night out," you started with the word vomit. "It's just the way things are always done and you'll see one day if you still work at Tape World for long enough, that's one of those things that...I don't know, if you try to do things differently it always comes back to bite you in the ass.
"And I'm young and whenever we have a conference call to talk about sales...my DM doesn't let me forget that I'm a baby compared to everyone else and it's so frustrating because I feel like I can't even suggest anything new because it immediately is dismissed as naive. It's like they keep waiting for me to fail. So I wish...I wish I could make a change so we could keep our plans. Like if it was anything else I could make it work but I...this thing I just can't, you know?
"But...but...b-because I would have to work on Sunday overnight I would probably be off another day so if you're ok with it we can do something else? Maybe on...I don't think I could get Tuesday off because of everyone's availability...maybe Friday if your friends are cool with me crashing your club night. Or...you open on Saturdays. We could do Saturday night instead?"
The punctuation to the drawn out sentence was your labored breath and Eddie noisily sucking the dregs of his soda through the straw. Shithead that he was didn't even have the decency to do anything but continue watching you with his big dumb cute eyes.
"Weeellllll..." he started in a sing-song tone and then paused and sucked at the straw some more.
Could he just tell you to fuck off already so this wouldn't be as painful as it was?
"That really sucks you need to work overnight," he finished his thought with a grin and shoved his cup to the side. "Being in the mall after hours...sounds kinda creepy. Do you think there are ghosts?"
"Are you kidding me right now?" you deadpanned. "You let me go on and on like that for nothing?"
"It was funny."
"I hate you."
"You cherish me."
"It was painful." You groaned. "Like I think I'm sweating. My heart hurts Edward."
"Don't act like you've never let me do that before," he scoffed and rolled his eyes in an exaggerated fashion. You threw a fry at him. "Don't start what you can't finish sweetheart. One fry can turn into a food fight and I would hate to find out the hard way why I'm Hawkins High's food fighting champion."
"Ok so...Saturday night?" you asked. "This Saturday...are you doing anything?"
"Uh..." Eddie hesitated and sat up a little straighter. "I mean...no hot dates or anything. What did you have in mind?"
"Maybe just what we normally do?" you suggested. "Drive around, eat a bunch of junk food. Or if you want to come over to my place and I--"
"So, I have a confession to make," he interrupted you. "I actually do have plans on Saturday. More like...standing plans than anything. My uncle Wayne is off on Saturdays and we've always watched reruns on TV and ordered pizza. Family night or whatever. My mom used to do the same thing so...Wayne thought it would be...I dunno, good for stability or something.
"It's silly but I don't want to just ditch him without asking," Eddie explained and your heart melted.
Of course you didn't want to take time away from his family; you knew how important his uncle was to him.
"Oh...well that's ok...we can rain check for another day then or--"
"Why don't you just come over?" Eddie asked. "He won't mind. I am opening this Saturday so I'll be done by 5; you can get there in time for Wheel of Fortune. That way he can't yell at me when I try to solve the puzzles with lewd words." He mimics, what you assume is, Wayne's voice.
Eddie looked so eager that you immediately agreed.
Your heart stopped in your chest though.
Come over? And meet his uncle?
Sure...you'd already met Benny a few weeks ago...and yeah you'd thought of it like meeting someone from Eddie's family but...this was his actual family. What if you insulted his uncle or...or made yourself look stupid.
You needed to put your best foot forward. Make a good impression.
"How about..." your mouth started moving before your brain could catch up. "...instead of ordering pizza, I cook for you guys instead? I'll be off Saturday since I'm doing the overnight on Sunday. I can just bring everything over."
Eddie's eyes lit up and as he teased you about the impressive cooking skills that you had supposedly boasted about previously, all you could think was...
How did this situation get even more stressful?
---
The rest of the week leading up to Saturday had been overwhelming to say the least.
To you, food was life. Cooking for someone was everything that you could do to show them that you cared. How many hours had you spent with your grandma making cookies for neighbors at Christmas, or freezer meals when a distant relative had a baby, or a tray of something after a friend of the family had passed.
Food was love and friendship, and as much as what you had done for Eddie with the guitar had been a show of friendship...this meant so much more.
So you needed to hit a home run...or a bullseye...or whatever sports terminology signified that you won.
Which meant you'd spent some down time flipping through your grandma's old recipes that she had gifted you once upon a time--a thin, pocket-sized spiral notebook with a purple cover that was filled with her illegible handwriting and personal shorthand--and thinking of ideas that would be both impressive and hearty. You'd already changed your mind twice, and had made just as many trips to Bradleys for extra ingredients.
You'd also pestered Eddie several times through the course of the week to get his input without giving anything away.
"Does your uncle like cheese?"
"Of course he does."
"Some people don't."
"Would we get pizza every Saturday if we didn't like cheese?"
"There's some pizza that doesn't have cheese."
"Why the questions? Are you nervous sweetheart?"
And that was when he started to tease you. Every chance he got. Lunches, breaks, passing you on the way to the employee lot as you started a shift and he ended one.
He asked if you wanted their phone number so you could call Wayne and make kissy noises at each other for hours, if you wanted him to bring love letters home to save on stamps, and if you were planning to dress really nice for your date with his uncle.
"I'll be sure to grab extra chapstick for him so his lips are ready for you tomorrow," he laughed and leaned closer to make the biggest, noisiest smacking kiss noise in your ear as you waited for your break time cookies.
"You're an idiot," you rolled your eyes after he uttered the last one. "I don't want him to hate me because...what if he doesn't want me to hang around you anymore. I'd kind of lose my mind."
"Oh, uh," Eddie backed away a little bit and rubbed the back of his neck, then shoved his hands in his back pockets. "Wayne wouldn't do that. He's...a little bit of a grump, but he's harmless."
"Guess we know where you got it from," you muttered.
"I didn't know you were...actually worried," Eddie continued. "I'm sorry. But it'll be ok. Even if you...wore a potato sack and brought canned beans that we had to heat on the stove for dinner. He'll think you're great. Because you are."
You were both a little silent after that, Eddie staring at his feet bashfully as you felt your heart race and your head spin.
You finalized your plans that night when you got home and immediately started on your dessert, sure that it was all gonna be a hit with both Munsons.
It was gonna be great. Because Eddie thought you were great.
And Saturday, the doubt didn't creep on you at all. Not while you cooked, not as you packed your casserole dish and Tupperware into a large cooler bag, and not even as you drove across town, following Eddie's directions to Forest Hills without getting lost once.
It wasn't until you stepped out of your car and stared at the front door that you felt your stomach drop a little.
Those four cement steps might as well have been a thousand.
But...your sneakers only needed to crunch on the gravel before the door was thrown open and a slightly-breathless Eddie smiled at you...and then all the worry disappeared.
"Hey," he greeted. "D-did you need any help?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind," you shrugged.
He jogged down the steps in socked-feet and crossed to the passenger's side door of your car, talking a mile a minute as he reached in to grab your things.
"I, uh, got home an hour ago," he rambled. "The A/C at the store conked out...and then Paulie had me make a trash run before I left. Had a big shipment today. So if I'm still a little sweaty...that's why."
"You're fine," you laughed.
"Sorry."
"Don't worry. I've been cooking so I'm probably a little sweaty too. Lasagna and July...sort of don't go together that well."
He raced up the steps and held the door open for you.
"Lasagna? Oh the old man is gonna love you," Eddie chuckled.
You entered the Munson abode and were immediately hit by the strongest sense of home that you'd felt since...well, since you'd still been at home. Not necessarily that it was a place where you belonged, but...it was a place of belonging.
Mugs and hats and other memorabilia lined the walls, reminiscent of the tchotchkes that your mother stacked to high heaven on every available surface. The couch was a little faded but looked comfortable and soft as though you could sink into the cushions and disappear into a soft nether-realm.
Your grandpa had a couch like that. His spot sunk to the shape of his body. It was still your favorite place to sit when he wasn't already there. It was like a hug.
That was when your eyes found the armchair, molded around the shape of the man seated in it. He was older, a little weathered and greying, hairline receding, and even though he isn't smiling right now, the lines around his mouth were indication enough that he smiled quite a bit.
Just like his nephew.
"Uh, Wayne this is my friend from the mall," Eddie introduced you as he juggled your cooler bag and your large Tupperware to the kitchen counter. "The one I told you about. Works at the jewelry store."
"Nice to meet you," you smiled and held a hand out to him to shake. He took your hand in a firm grasp and as you shook his the way your grandfather taught you--to command respect and trust--his eyes narrowed.
"I had to hear about you through Rick, who heard about you through Benny," Wayne started. "And I haven't the slightest idea why my nephew thought he needed to keep you a secret; not the first girlfriend he's brought around--"
Eddie groaned something unintelligible from the kitchen and you fought the urge to break eye contact with Wayne so you could look at him.
"--but I just watched him run around for the past hour tidying up. And he's never done that before. So if you can help him keep the habit, you're alright in my book." Wayne smiled widely and let your hand go.
"Thank you," you chuckled nervously, suddenly realizing how silly it had been that you were even worried in the first place.
Eddie had been right.
You could never admit that to him.
"Even did the dishes," Wayne looked past you at Eddie. "He never does the dishes."
"W-we're having dinner," Eddie whined. "Gotta have clean plates."
The two of them bantered back and forth comfortably and you joined Eddie in the kitchen to get everything plated. There was a salad, buttery mashed potatoes, and of course your still-warm and gooey lasagna.
Eddie explained that it was Wayne's favorite that he rarely got to have homemade--
"Stoffers will do in a pinch," Wayne explained.
--and that you were already more loved than he was simply for making it, to which Wayne agreed. And he even pointed out the well-loved Garfield mug that he had gotten Wayne for Father's Day one year for that fact alone.
Eddie tried to protest when you took the dessert bowl from him to stow it away in the fridge until it was the appropriate time.
"I didn't even get to have cookies with you today," he reasoned. "Or a soda. See? I suffer when you're not working. How am I--a growing boy--supposed to reach my fullest potential without proper sustenance?"
You snorted and brought the plates out to the living area while Eddie trailed behind you.
"He's just grumpy because you're making him eat vegetables," Wayne chuckled as he took his plate. "A feat I have yet to achieve in 8 years. So if you weren't already in my good books, you are now."
Dinner passed relatively uneventfully at first. You and Eddie sat on the couch--which was just as comfy as you thought it would be--as Wayne occupied the armchair. They inhaled their first helping and showered you with compliments. Eddie begrudgingly admitted that your cooking was as good as you had bragged, and even said the dressing on your salad "wasn't Ranch but was still pretty tasty."
As Eddie had told you days ago, Wheel of Fortune started promptly at 7:30 and he and Wayne tried to solve as many puzzles as possible around mouthfuls of food. They teased each other when their guesses were particularly ridiculous, and celebrated when they got one right.
You solved a long puzzle correctly--your only contribution to their little competition--before there were very many tiles revealed on the board and Eddie patted your thigh in praise when you got it right with a soft "that's my girl" that nearly had you drop your plate.
When Wheel ended, Wayne stood up to grab seconds for himself and Eddie and a couple of beers for you all. Before he sat back down he grabbed a tape from a basket beside the television and popped it into the VCR.
"I hope you don't mind," he said sheepishly. "I like the background noise and Love Boat doesn't start til 9."
As the static on the screen cleared, you were treated to a good look of a Map to Illustrate the Ponderosa in Nevada.
"Mind? I love Bonanza," you laughed, and Eddie groaned beside you.
"No I already have to endure Wayne and Rick and their western reruns, and now you too?"
Conversation then turned to you. Turned to the usual stuff that you talked about when you met someone new. And you really...didn't like talking about yourself. The middle child and the only girl with two strong-willed brothers and parents that liked to pick and pick and pick at every imperfection; it was ingrained in you.
Thankfully, Eddie seemed to really like to talk to you, at you, about you.
"I work at Claire's. We do like...ear piercing and cute accessories for kids."
"She works there? She's the store manager. And the youngest one in the company. Right? Is that...no...in the district. Anyway..."
And where you faltered, he picked up the reins.
"I mean it's just community college. Everyone graduates. I'm not smart or anything."
"Are you shitting me right now? Sweetheart I can't even graduate high school."
Eagerly.
"And there was this one time, I shit you not Wayne," Eddie's hands mimed as he tried to tell his story. "She literally balanced on one foot on the top rung of a ladder. Had to have been...20 feet high...to get this kitten that was stuck on top of the bailer. How it got there? I couldn't tell you."
"It was not the top rung."
"It was."
"It wasn't 20 feet!"
"Let me tell the story."
"I'm supposed to be telling the story," you laughed at him.
"Ok, you're right, but you weren't telling it good enough," Eddie argued. "You have to emphasize."
"He means fib," Wayne clarified.
"I mean...bend the truth for entertainment purposes only," Eddie explained rapidly.
Eventually dinner was done and it was time for dessert, which Eddie eagerly followed you into the kitchen for.
"How am I doing?" you asked nervously as you rummaged in the fridge.
"You're doing great. How many times do I have to tell you he would like you?" he huffed good-naturedly.
"I don't know, I just needed reassurance."
"Are you kidding me?" he scoffed. "You're doing great. I'm sure he'll be asking me when the next time you'll be over is so he can maybe get some more lasagna. He doesn't just let anyone watch A Rose for Lotta with him. You're special."
"Am I?"
"You're special to me."
You looked up at Eddie a little shocked and he smiled sheepishly and shrugged.
You couldn't get your hopes up. You just...couldn't.
"What's taking so long in there?" Wayne asked as he ejected the tape from the VCR so he could flip to ABC. You both looked over and found him watching you with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.
"I dunno," Eddie replied petulantly. "Someone's withholding my reward."
You rolled your eyes and grabbed another set of plates from the drying rack by the sink. You opened your container to reveal the fluffy green mounds of pudding and whipped cream and marshmallows studded with bright maraschino cherries.
"Sweetheart, you didn't," Eddie grabbed you by the shoulders and leaned over to look into the Tupperware.
"I did," you beamed.
The perfect end to a great night.
Because you might not have known that lasagna was Wayne's favorite.
But you knew that Watergate salad was Eddie's.
---
It was late by the time Eddie walked you out to your car, way past your usual bedtime, and later than you should have been up especially considering that you would be doing the overnight tomorrow.
The dessert had been consumed in its entirety; once you and Wayne had your fill, Eddie ate the remainder out of the bowl looking, quite literally, like a kid in a candy store. And as Captain Stubing and Doc Bricker bickered aboard the Pacific Princess, you began dozing on Eddie's shoulder.
He shook you awake and you said your goodbyes to Wayne.
"You're welcome anytime," he insisted as you headed to the door. "Lasagna or no. Don't let Ed trick you into spoiling us. He's still young but my waistband can't handle it."
And now you were standing with Eddie, the driver's side door between you as you sort of refused to get in and drive away. It was a real Midwest Goodbye.
"I'll see you at work..." you fumbled over your words as you tried to think of the next time you'd actually get to see him. You had the overnight tomorrow, and you'd be off Monday. Eddie would be off Tuesday which meant... "Oh god, well...Wednesday? That seems so far away."
"It doesn't have to be Wednesday," Eddie shrugged. "What if I brought you breakfast on Monday? After your floor set is over?"
"God that's gonna be so early for you," you dismissed his idea.
"So? You just made us the best dinner and there's leftovers for a few days, which you didn't want. Let me get you breakfast."
"I don't want to put you out."
The two of you bickered back and forth for a minute before you put your foot down and told him to sleep in because he had to close on Monday night.
"Thanks though," you said. "This was nice. Family dinner at home. It was really nice. Makes me a little homesick but...I guess Hawkins is my home for now."
"Hey, of course, any time," Eddie replied. He looked pensive for a second and then turned so he didn't have to look at you. Like he was hesitant about what you would say or think. "We don't...I mean I guess what I mean is...I really enjoy hanging out on Sundays and I know this is sort of a one-off thing. But...you know we don't only have to hang out on Sundays. We can do...I mean...have dinner again sometimes or meet you after work even if I'm off...or see a movie again...get something from Family Video or..."
"You wanna hang out with me more?" you cut into his rambling.
"Yeah, why not?"
"Friends hang out all the time but..." You shrugged. "Don't...skip out on...I mean I guess I don't know what it is you do with the guys outside of band practice and DnD. Don't skip out on them just for me."
"No, hey now, wait," Eddie held his hand out to stop you. "Those turds already see me all the time and are gonna see me more once school's back in session. And...I'll probably work less so...I'll take any time with you now that I can get."
"Alright." You beamed.
"Alright." He mirrored you. "More non-Sunday hangouts."
You agreed and he held out his pinky. You immediately hooked yours into it.
“See you Wednesday sweetheart,” Eddie said his farewell. “Don’t dream of me too much.”
---
"Alright guys, it's almost 7am, time to clean up," you announced to your overnight crew with a clap of your hands.
It had been a fun but trying night, but ultimately successful.
Saturday had been perfect but your whole Sunday routine had already been thrown off and you spent a majority of your day sleeping and cleaning and wondering what Eddie was getting up to at work.
As you predicted, everyone was more than a little confused by the planogram booklet but you were a patient teacher. Everyone thought they had an eye for store layout until they were faced with twenty shipment boxes of pencil cases and locker decor. You had to talk a few of them down from near-panics several times throughout the night.
Over the course of the floorset, side ponytails became even more askew than normal, a few pairs of shoes got kicked into a pile by the gate, and everyone turned into tired, sweaty messes.
To keep morale up, you had insisted on everyone bringing a favorite tape that alternated in the shop radio and you had stocked up at Bradley's with an assortment of sugary snacks and drinks for the break room. Thankfully, the treats had prevented anyone from bursting into tears or threatening to quit, as you had witnessed countless times during your time working in retail.
You really channeled Eddie's sweet tooth when making your choices and it had paid off.
But after 12 hours of unpacking, stacking, dusting, shifting, and sliding, you were all ready to go home.
You ushered everyone out of the store and locked the gate behind you, and as the group walked toward the employee exit, excitement had returned. Pride for a seemingly-impossible task completed.
"The store looks so good! Mindy is gonna shit herself when she comes in to open."
"Oh my god, do you think we're gonna have a store visit? Can you let me know what they think of the hair wall?"
"We're gonna make so many sales! Who can say no to that unicorn backpack?"
You entertained their conversation but when you set foot outside and saw a familiar van parked next to your car, you lost all ability to speak.
He had said he was gonna surprise you with breakfast...but you told him not to. Of course he didn't listen; it had you rolling your eyes in annoyed amusement.
God you knew everyone was a gossip, this was gonna get to Mindy and then she was gonna give you an earful. She already let you have it when she heard about your invitation to dinner.
You quickly thanked your team and ushered them to their cars before you meandered towards yours. You ignored the questioning looks that they shot you as you hesitated to get into your car but you waved goodbye as they drove away.
When the last car left the lot, you immediately stormed over to the passenger's side door of the van and threw it open to find a McDonald's bag on the seat, two coffees in the cupholders, and a tired-eyed Eddie in the driver's seat. His fingers tapped on the steering wheel in time with Kiss's Beth.
"I'm always somewhere else," he turned his upper body towards you dramatically and began serenading you. "And you're always there alone."
"Unbelievable," you scoffed at him.
"Just a few more hours and I'll be right home to you. I think I hear them calling. Oh Beth what can I do?" He slapped his hands against the steering wheel dramatically. "Beth what can I do?"
You climbed into the passengers seat, closed the door behind you, and opened the McDonalds bag to the delightful smell of hot, fresh, crispy hash browns and egg McMuffins.
"If it's not obvious," Eddie announced as he reached across the van to shove his hand into the bag for a hash brown of his own. "I'm Beth in this scenario because you left me alone for hours and hours and hours last night."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah I got into all sorts of trouble."
“I told you not to bring breakfast.”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
"You didn't need to come if you were tired."
"I wanted to and I pretty much do whatever I want anyways," he insisted, and then thankfully focused on his food as you felt your face heat up.
"Well, if you'd like to know, me and the boys were not actually playing all night," you remarked and dug the sandwiches out of the brown bag. You handed one to Eddie, whose mouth was already full of salty, potatoey goodness after he'd shoved the hash brown in one piece. His cheeks were all round and full like a chipmunks and you held back a giggle.
God he was too cute. And he brought you breakfast after a long overnight shift. And he had called you his girl and told you you were special. How were you supposed to stop yourself from having a crush on him if this was...just how he was?
The two of you got to talking about your night, about his Sunday shift, about what you did before work, about what he did after it. And it was nice.
And as you sat there watching him slurp the hot coffee and watch the sparse traffic around the mall dive, you finally found the right words and the strength not to make an absolute fool of yourself.
"This was really nice of you, Eddie. You're wonderful."
He put his hand on his chest and looked a little sheepish.
"I'm wonderful?"
"You're wonderful to me."
---
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Not Just a Dream
Prompt: sex toys
Pairing: bodyguard!eddie munson x f!reader
Notes: wc 9.5k // kinktober story two of five // hope everyone enjoys this one, the love for the first story was so crazy omgggg and it’s so heartwarming to see all the support. so thank you for everything // this is my first au sorta thing so i hope everything makes sense // eddie is a perv as always lol
Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // peeping, pillow humping, sex toys, vibrator, masturbation, mutual masturbation // smut // reader’s first time is mentioned, not the most mind blowing experience, but not gone into heavy detail // please let me know if there are any more that need to be added!
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To say that this was probably the easiest job in the world would be an understatement. For years, of doing newspaper routes in the rain, having near-misses with the Hawkins’ police department due to being Reefer Rick’s little dealer — being a bodyguard was pretty sweet. Especially since he is always standing next to an angelic beauty as the person he needs to protect on a daily basis. It was truly a miracle that this job fell into Eddie’s lap, literally. 
As he was rummaging through shelves to look for something to do whilst hiding away from the hypothetical pitchforks of the townspeople several days ago, there was one item in Rick’s home that stood out from the rest. It was a copy of The Silmarillion, which could be deemed as relatively normal in homes with a bookworm or two. However, it being the only novel in the entirety of the building, was strange. Within the pages, there was a piece of paper with a note that contained a phone number and address. Truthfully, Eddie felt like this was all meant for him, so he decided to follow it. When he did, he found himself at a large apartment complex in Chicago with a huge penthouse at the very top.
This didn’t feel right, everyone walking in and out of the lobby was dressed in the finest clothes. Even if they were going out on an afternoon jog, Eddie noted how they were still wearing a gold watch so casually. As he stood there, with the same outfit he had washed and re-wore a thousand times, the former Dealer’s heart dropped. 
This was a mistake. 
All he was able to do was walk backwards, almost as if he wanted to see if the beautiful architecture was bound to get smaller if he kept his gaze on it. Eddie wanted to go home — well, he wanted to find a new home. At the very least, it probably wasn’t here; the little note gave him too much hope in a time of despair. Maybe he should just — 
“Are you lost?” a sweet voice nearly whispered from behind him. As Eddie was walking without looking, he had accidentally bumped into a young woman with a few books in hand. 
“No, just passing through. Maybe I would have better luck if I wasn't walking backwards,” the man chuckled as he looked at you fully now, noting that you were about the same age as him; only you were definitely in a different tax bracket than him. 
“Well, hopefully you can walk in the right direction to wherever you need to go.” The sound of your voice was so soft in comparison to the sounds of the city. Eddie couldn’t help that he was hypnotized the instant he took you all in. 
“Y-yeah, have a good day,” although he wished to bask in your beauty for a moment longer, this city was not for him. 
And so, like strangers on the street on a regular day, the two of you nodded politely before walking in opposite directions. Only Eddie stopped himself after taking three steps, just to see where you were — something in him told him to check if you were safe, like his conscience thinking straight for the first time in his life. However, he noticed how you walked into the building he was just admiring, confirming that you two really were from different worlds. Well, at least he got to see some beautiful things before leaving the city. 
Or so he thought. Just as he was about to look away, he noticed two tall men dressed in long black coats following her; and then one walking his way. The man had a chiseled jaw, as if it were cut by the gods themselves. The dark sunglasses made him so much more ominous and scary to Eddie who was shorter than the man in black by at least half a foot. In a flash, Eddie was looking up at the man with the building towering above both of them. 
“Come with me.” The command fell from the man’s lips in a deep tone, Eddie could nearly hear the bass in it. 
“Nope,” Eddie looked around awkwardly before spinning around, only to be stopped by a firm grip on his shoulder that pulled him backwards. 
If one thing was for certain, the young Munson truly knew how to get away from situations he didn’t want to be in. There were countless moments like this one where he was stopped by a manager at a store, or maybe even Chief Hopper. Sometimes they would grasp him by the shoulder, but he was always able to find a way out of the hold. This time, however, Eddie found himself surrounded by other men wearing similar-looking black suits, who all looked at him in a slightly threatening manner. It was more than enough to halt him in his tracks and take on whatever was going to happen next. 
“You’ll want to come with me,” the scary man whispered in the younger man’s ear before dragging him to the alleyway and into an entrance on the side of the beautiful building that just turned into a sinister figure in his life as he was being pulled further and further into it. 
-:-:-:-:-
Over the course of two weeks, way too much has happened to Eddie’s heart. He swears that it has felt like it has beaten out of his chest at least once a day due to all of the series of unfortunate events that started at home and ended up here: in a dark room with one lamp lighting it and large men dressed in suits surrounding him. Eddie knew that his life decisions would probably end up costing him a lot. But, he never knew that he would probably be paying the price now. He really should have ran when he had the chance. He has always been good at anyways. But, if he did, then he wouldn’t be able to have really seen you. Again, he’s happy he was able to see one beautiful thing in this week full of terror. 
The fear within him only multiplied a thousand times as he heard footsteps walking towards the room. No one could hear a thing except for the slow patter of expensive shoes hitting the wooden floors. The noise was nearly a countdown for Eddie, each step bringing in a new question into his mind. Is someone going to kill him? What did he even do? Was the news from Hawkins spreading this fast and someone wanted the bounty? Is Rick the one walking behind him? 
It wasn’t. 
Instead, it was a handsome older man, probably a bit younger than his Uncle Wayne — only dressed in clothes that probably were worth more than anything everyone in this room was wearing, combined. Plus, the smell of the man’s cologne was nicer than all of the ones Eddie stole from Starcourt last year. As Eddie looked around him whilst sitting in the chair in the middle of the room, he prayed that whatever these people wanted from him, it would at least be something he had. 
“Are you Rick’s kid?” the expensive-looking man’s voice echoed as he stood above Eddie. 
“Rick?” He tried to sound a little dumb to make sure that they weren’t people who hated his acquaintance. 
“Yeah, from Indiana. The little shit is in jail but he called us the other day. You his kid?” The man said, who Eddie figures is most likely the boss of this entire scene. “You look exactly like he said you would.” 
“Looks like he set your expectations really low then,” He genuinely hasn't showered properly in days — so goodness knows how his appearance looks to people who are meeting him for the first time. Eddie chuckled as he thought about the possibility of his crazy hair being crazier right now, trying to liven up his own spirits. 
Luckily, the boss did smile with him. He did seem like a nice man surrounded by scary men. Maybe it just helped whatever image he was trying to portray. Eddie remembers the times Rick would drunkenly tell stories about his boss in Chicago who was the real supplier of everything, and how he was actually a very nice and forgiving man in comparison to the other leaders in the game. 
He was so nice in fact, that he snapped his fingers and someone was able to bring a chair over, so that he and Eddie were able to look at one another eye-to-eye. 
“You look like shit, Rick said you’re running from something in your town,” he said in a concerned voice. 
“Y-yeah, a few things,” Eddie paused. “I went over to Rick’s place and found a book—”
“Tolkien?” 
“Yes, sir. There was an address in it and something in me told me to follow it.” Eddie could feel his breaths getting heavier as he knew that everyone was listening to every small detail. 
The boss leaned in closer and placed a soft and comforting grasp to Eddie’s shoulder, making the younger man look at him with slightly nervous eyes. Yet, he felt like he didn’t need to feel that way anymore. 
“Well, you listened to your gut, son. You listened well, I promise you’re safe now.” The boss coughed a bit in his pause. “Rick knew you’d probably head to his place and snoop around while you were hiding. Thank god he picked such an obvious book, huh?” 
“I swear I’ve never seen that man read in my life,” Eddie chuckled as he saw the smile lines on the boss’ face become more prominent. 
“Exactly, he’s had that in there since he got his ass in the slammer. After hearing about your little wanted poster, he called us right away.” 
“You don’t need to help me, really. I can get on my way somewhere else—” 
Eddie was rambling. His guilt was taking over now. There were so many people here who wanted to help him; whilst he only thought the worst when the men in black suits dragged him in here. They were probably keeping an eye out to see if he would show up. Eddie genuinely believed that he was about to die again, but he was strangely welcomed to a boss who was a lot nicer than the ones portrayed in The Godfather movies. 
“We’ll help you, son,” Eddie’s heart felt warm at the nickname. “Everyone in here is wanted in a state or two, maybe even a country,” the boss laughed which made everyone else in the room follow suit. 
“Help me?” 
“Listen, I trust Rick. If he says you’re a good kid, then you’re a good kid. Anyways, we need another hand on deck and you’ll be the perfect person for it. You help me, and we keep you safe from the feds. Sound good?” The boss sat back in his chair with a smile waiting for a response from the younger man in front of him. 
“Yes,” Eddie exclaimed rather louder than intended. “Sorry, uhm, that would be great, sir.” 
“Look at you, already getting the hang of things,” the boss chuckled at the usage of the formal name. “Isn’t that right, boys?” 
Echoes of agreement bounced off the walls before another snap was heard and the lights went on and blinds opened up to reveal that about two dozen people were in a grand ballroom of sorts. There were beautiful paintings and crown moulding surrounding the walls. Eddie truly wasn’t sure where he was now. However, when he looked out a window, he saw that no other building was in its way. Meaning only one thing: this was the top floor — this was the penthouse he admired from sixty stories down. 
Oh God, what did he get himself into now? 
-:-:-:-:-
The main job description was just to watch the security cameras, scope the halls every hour, and follow his boss’ daughter around whenever she was going to university classes or going out into the city. It sounded easy enough. The head security guard explained it all to Eddie as they were walking towards the workers’ quarters which held everyone’s uniform. Every person had a different style of black and gray clothing. Although the boss really wanted everyone to coordinate, he still wanted his people to look good — and most importantly, normal as they walked around in the city. So quickly, they gave the newest employee a dark gray suit and a black button-down shirt to wear, as well as a spacious room he could clean himself up in. It was the most dapper Eddie has looked in his entire life. He truly couldn’t comprehend the way his heart was so conflicted with how amazing and weird everything is. 
After an hour, he got a knock on the door. It was the man who grabbed him by the shoulder earlier today. “So the Princess’ bodyguard, huh? Alotta pressure for the new kid,” the bleach blond man teased as he nodded his head to urge Eddie to follow him. 
“I thought I would be doing all the shitty jobs or something,” Eddie laughed. “And to think I thought I was gonna need bodyguards with my dream job.” 
“Did you wanna be a rockstar, Munson?” the man nudged his shoulder as he walked down the hall towards the stairs with Eddie. “Your hair sure gives it away.” 
“Come on, man. I can tell you listen to freak rock music too. You have more piercings than me,” the younger man noted as he looked up to see nearly four piercings on the taller man’s ear. 
It amazed Eddie how laid back everyone seemed to be when it was the house of such a powerful man. He has relationships with people all over the world: suppliers, other dealers, bankers, politicians. The Boss probably had enough connections to rival the President — maybe even the President was on his contact list too. Regardless, everything seemed to be so easy. Even talking to his peers was so much easier than talking to people at school. 
“The boss gets tickets all the time to concerts all over the world. If you mention your birthday to him, he’ll probably fly you out to whoever is playing that night.” 
“You’re shitting me,” Eddie gasped in disbelief as he walked down a large grand staircase. 
“Not at all, he does it like every other year for people, helps the morale.” The man stopped in the middle of the foyer where the front door was. “The name’s Garcia, by the way. I used to be the Princess’ bodyguard when she was a kid. But, now we all just take on different shifts.” 
“Oh, so it’ll just be now?” Eddie wondered. 
Garcia began to fix the folds of Eddie’s jacket, and ensured that no lint could be seen. For some reason, the former Hawkins resident felt like he gained two father figures today. “Yes, the boss wants one person to be head of her security detail. He was looking for someone her age too to make things less awkward if she had a man trailing next to her, or behind her in public.” 
“Cool, cool. Do I get a weapon or something? Like a stick or taser?” Eddie asked with focus and concern in his eyes. 
“You’ll get a taser, and we’ll teach you how to fight. But, honestly, you probably won’t need it,” Garcia smiled as he began to walk towards the library. 
“Why not? I feel like the Boss is Batman or something and has cool weapons,” Eddie followed behind with quick steps. “Oh—”
For a moment, Garcia stopped in front of the library doors. He looked at Eddie’s appearance one last time before knocking on the wood. Just like the rest of the house, even the mahogany door was grand, with gold decals of a family crest and door handles bigger than a regular person’s thigh. 
Everything is so beautiful, so nice, so calm. As he heard footsteps from the other side of the door, Eddie genuinely had high hopes that this was going to be one of the most easy-going jobs he has ever had. There would be no more running away from the police or sneaking around to get five dollars. However, he spoke a little too early, because everything was just the calm before the storm that ignited in his heart. As the library doors opened, Eddie’s heart raced at a million miles a minute; something it had not done in about an hour or so. 
There you were, the girl in front of the building who he bumped into. The girl he thought about as the most beautiful thing he has seen today — and it was only confirmed as he saw your eyes reflect the gold on the door. You are the reason behind his whole job. You are the princess. 
You’re his princess. 
“Mr. Garcia, you didn’t need to knock,” you quietly chuckled. “Would you like to — it’s you.” 
Eddie and you stared at one another for a few moments before Garcia spoke up to break the silent tension. “This is your new bodyguard, Eddie Munson. He’ll be escorting you to and from your university classes, as well as any time you need to go out of the house.” 
“All of the time?” you asked, inviting the two people into the library. 
“Yes, your father is going to need a larger security personnel for the next little while so we believe that one person to watch over you would be good,” Garcia smiled at you, before elbowing Eddie. 
“It’s an honour to serve you, m-miss.” The brunette wasn’t sure what to call you. Especially as you were surrounded by the beautiful books that he could only dream of reading, he wasn’t able to just call you the love of his life so prematurely. 
You giggled politely as you sat at the large table. Truthfully, you had to regain a bit of balance after having a slight shock of getting such a handsome person to join your father’s employees. Not that anyone was ugly; however, most of the people hired were older than you by many years. This was the first person you’ve met in any situation in your life who has made your heart feel so warm for so long. Earlier, you came to the library to hide away and try to subside your feelings with some studying. But, it looks like that’s not going to happen for a while. 
Maybe after this little meeting, you need to take a shower to scream into the abyss for a bit. 
For now, you would have to keep up appearances. 
“Mr. Munson, you don’t need to call me such a formal name. If you can think of a nickname, then I would prefer that,” you smiled. 
“Then, how about you call me Eddie?” The man thought for a second before speaking aloud again. “And I can call you Princess.” 
The lines between your eyebrows became more prominent as you gasped in slight disbelief. “Mr. Garcia, have you already called me that in front of him?” you pouted, making Eddie blush at the soft sound of your voice. 
“It suits you,” the older man chuckled. “Anyways, I should get going. How about you two mingle and get to know each other?” 
And with that, you and Eddie were left alone in the library. It’ll be the first of countless moments alone together; however, this one will be the one of the most memorable. As you didn’t realize that your hearts were beating as one in this vast library full of stories of love, friendship, and adventures beyond compare. Just like the one you were about to start with a few words.  “Would you like to sit and read with me?” you asked quietly, looking up at him with a small smile. 
“As long as you have some good books, then I’ll be quiet for at least an hour,” he said with a slightly teasing tone that resonated through your body. 
“The wall closest to the globe contains all the science fiction, fantasy, and adventure book genres,” you replied, as if you already knew him. 
Eddie was really going to love it here. It was the peace he needed after this Hell adjacent week. 
-:-:-:-:-
Over the next few weeks, the on-boarding process began for Eddie. In the early morning he would need to wake up before the sun even rose, in order to go through hours of training in case of emergencies. Being one to skip gym class because it felt pointless, Eddie felt like he was about to pass out at the end of each session with the various trainers. However, when it came to the moment you would greet him a good morning during breakfast — he swears that all of the body aches would go away in only a few syllables. 
A routine was set for the two of you: breakfast, drive to campus for any lectures, run any errands that were necessary, then head home to study some more and relax. If you were cooped up in one area of the house for the night, Eddie would be dismissed to train some more. For some reason, it felt like he was being trained to protect a royal. So he often wondered just how powerful your family is. He notices that everyday, you were always dressed in the finest fabrics, whilst your other classmates would be dressed in regular clothing. Or even the food served in the house to all workers and the family, was nicer than anything he had back home — there was a time you ate an apple and it looked right out of a magazine. But, the craziest thing was that whenever you walked into a store to buy something small for yourself, or a gift for someone else; the entire store would be shut down even if you gave no warning in advance. If this was the influence you had, Eddie could barely imagine what it would be like if you were shopping alongside your father. 
So maybe the training on how to swim better, fight at least three guys at once, first aid, and tricks to ensure that the car was never followed, was not exactly unnecessary at all. Not like gym class was, at least. Going from Hawkins to here was such a huge hurdle to get past physically. 
But, every day would end off with you smiling at him before you fell asleep, and the former Dealer swears that it’s all worth it for that sweet moment. 
“I’m going to head to bed now, Eddie. Hope your training went well,” you said as he was leaving the fitness area your father built. 
“Right, u-uhm, let me know if you need anything then,” he breathed out. 
“Everything should be fine. As long as you don’t accidentally blast Black Sabbath like you did the other night,” you giggled sweetly. 
Three nights ago, when he hit the gym and thought everyone was asleep, Eddie started playing music on the stereo; however, the play button is right next to the button that is attached to every speaker in the house. Well, let’s just say that not everyone wants to wake up at two in the morning to Ozzy’s voice like a clock alarm that didn’t stop ringing. Luckily, the boss wasn’t home to stomp around the house to turn off the music, or else Eddie probably would not have a job at this very moment.
“No music tonight, I gotta be on high alert with everyone away,” Eddie chuckled as he started to walk you to your bedroom. 
“Only in your first month and you’re already head security for the house tonight,” you nudged his shoulder lightly. 
“That’s only because they’re all at that meeting with your father’s associates. I’m kinda freaking out over here, Princess.” 
In truth, there were times your father would make you go to another state during these meetings. He always feared that someone would target the house while he was away. But, after years of secretive missions and being on the good side of the majority of the competitors, the fear went away. Regardless, Eddie was still on edge right now. “You’ll be just fine. I promise not to do anything drastic for the next twelve hours,” you offered the man next to you a sweet smile which he treasured. 
“No jumping from balcony to balcony, or reaching high shelves, or using scissors that are too sharp.” Eddie sarcastically said as the two of you reached your bedroom door. 
“I’ll try my best not to do that,” you giggled as you opened the door to your room slowly. The handle was held tightly in your hand, almost like you were anxious to do something. Your bodyguard noticed it, but brushed it off as nerves regarding an exam you’ve been studying for. “Good night, Mr. Mu—Eddie.” 
“Sweet dreams, Princess.” 
With that, you closed the door behind you and Eddie was left on his lonesome to walk towards the security footage room to watch over the cameras for the night. Even during regular days, not much would happen in the first place. You were always one to stay in your room to study and spend most of the evening, maybe head to the library to use the new computer and printer down there, or sit in the terrace to paint. In truth, the most dangerous situation you could possibly put yourself in is a really bad paper cut, or whenever you cut up fruit in the kitchen — even then, you would use a regular dinner knife so the chance of injury was minimal. Overall, Eddie thought his job was pretty easy. Although, a part of him misses chasing the rockstar dream; but, this is more than enough thrill whilst he kept a low profile. 
Tonight, he was even told to just sit in the security room and just make rounds every hour to see if you and the other workers in the house were alright. But, it was when he heard a weird cry echoing from the window, the man looked outside to see what could be happening. It sounded like a pattern of cries and groans coming from above: your room to be exact. 
Fuck. 
Of course, the one time he’s left in charge, you got yourself hurt. Eddie was already preparing himself for the berating from the head security guards for letting the precious daughter of the Boss to be wounded in her own room. And so, with a slight panic, he began to run up the stairs and head to your room at the end of the hall. The door was closed and there wasn’t any glow of a light being on from behind the door. But, the sounds were getting louder, there was even a repetitive creaking noise. Could you be in so much agony that you were trembling on the bed? The worst thoughts ran through Eddie’s head as he reached for the door handle and twisted it open. 
It was dark, only the soft glow of a lava lamp barely lighting the room and reflecting on your soft skin. For a moment, Eddie had to squint to see the whole visual. When he did, he swore his heart dropped. 
There you were, like a glowing goddess, straddling a pillow, naked, and rocking against it harshly. Your hands were on the headboard for more leverage, causing it to hit the wall furthest away from the door. Just seeing your back was already enough for Eddie to feel weak at his knees. If he moved his head slightly, he could see your reflection in the mirror next to your bed, which showed a very focused face. Combine that with the sound of soft moans and whimpers echoing through the air. It was a sight for sore eyes. 
What made the image a thousand times more pornographic was the slight hum coming from your bed. It was a bit mechanical and had a slight pattern to it too that sounded familiar to Eddie. 
He really wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. There was one side of him that told him to walk away and forget about it. It’s not like he was an angel every other night before bed too. But, God, he knows that you have never been on a date or had a boyfriend before — you admitted it once when he joked around with you in the car, asking if he needed to third wheel any date that you are asked out on. But, you profusely said no and that he doesn’t need to prepare for that since it has never happened yet and may not happen for a while. The dirtiest of thoughts ran through Eddie’s mind as he thought about how sweet you were, and how you were absolutely losing your calm demeanor as you continued to hump and moan atop your bed. He began to wonder what it would be like to help you out with your little workout. You seemed to be a bit frustrated; whispering ‘it’s not working’ over and over. 
Eddie would definitely help you make it work, there was no doubt about that. However, that would cross more lines than an HR department could even think of. So, he moved away slowly; however, the sound of the floorboards creaking echoed so loudly that it made you and him freeze every muscle in your bodies. 
Something in you said to grab your blanket and put it over your shoulders; whilst Eddie’s body seemed to think for itself. Instead of running away and pretending that nothing happened, he walked into your room, making sure to close the door quietly afterwards. 
“Does daddy know about your little toy?” he said, walking towards the bed. 
“E-Eddie—” you gasped, turning your body around to catch his eye before freezing in place. The pillow between your legs was being squished so much that it caused the little piece of vibrating plastic to press firmly on your clit beautifully. 
You didn’t know whether to cry out of embarrassment or scream from the pure ecstasy of the moment. 
“And here I thought you were hurt. Your cries could be heard all the way downstairs. But they don’t seem like bad ones,” the chuckle that escaped his throat was deep and resonated throughout your entire body. 
“You heard?” it was barely a whisper that fell from your lips. Your eyes followed his figure as he came to kneel next to your bed. Although you were covering yourself with a blanket; you still felt so exposed, yet excited simultaneously. 
The man looked up at you as he placed a gentle hand on your exposed left thigh. “Next time, don’t open your window when you wanna be a naughty girl.” 
It was all Eddie's fault in your opinion. Honestly, ever since he began working for your father, things have been the opposite of normal. The other bodyguards would drive you to college to attend whatever class was on the schedule, then drive you home so that you didn’t need to take a taxi. Maybe they would bring you to the store if you needed to buy school supplies or a gift for someone’s birthday. But, other than that, you were content with the schedule that you had gotten used to. All of them were old, close to your father’s age, and boring — to be completely frank. However, when you were eating breakfast one day and your father mentioned the news of wanting a new bodyguard on the roster, there was no inkling in your mind that he was going to be hiring someone who was your age. No need to get started on the way all the heat in your body rushed to your face when you first saw him. Anyways, the way you always choked on your cereal whenever Eddie would walk into the dining room everyday to greet you with a good morning before telling you it was time to leave, was more than enough of a reaction to prove that you had a tiny crush on the man. 
Eddie just had to call you ‘Princess’ jokingly, brush his hand on your waist whenever he needed to guide you around, whisper quietly in your ear when you two were walking to the car — as if he couldn’t say it out loud like a normal person. Every single one of those actions were so sweet, something you had never experienced before. He was so different than your sheltered-self, and you easily fell for the care-free man who acted as mature as possible when the other security guards were around. 
For countless nights you wondered what it would be like if his hands brushed a little lower than your waist, or if he could call you sweet pet names in different scenarios. Mostly, you dreamt about him being your ride home in more ways than one. 
It was so perverted to even think of someone like that, let alone a man who worked for your father. But, you wanted to feel good, needed it even. So many of your friends talked about hooking up with different guys across campus and how it helped with stress-relief during exams. A part of you wished you had the courage to call Eddie over to help you during your study breaks. Instead, you chose to fill your free time with a romance book and the toy a friend gave you last week. 
Guilt started to build within you now. Your thoughts were so impure, your actions even more so. But, what made you feel guiltiest of all was that you were caught in the act the very first time you decided to commit the act in the first place. 
“I-I’m so sorry,” you whispered, noticing that he moved to sit on the bed facing you. 
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he said sweetly. Eddie put a soft hand on your chin to try and get you to look him in the eye. But, truly, he wanted to see how beautiful they could be with the moonlight in them. 
Pushing yourself back, you moved from his touch. “This is so embarrassing.” 
It became more embarrassing when the sound of vibrations suddenly became louder and stronger because of the change in angle. You felt the impact right on your sensitive clit. It became a lot more painful to keep down just how good you were starting to truly feel. Eddie’s touch only helped you reach your end goal faster. 
The man in front of you had the same thought, but decided to tease you sweetly. “Why so? Is it because I caught you? No, I think you like that, sweet girl,” he said whilst inching his face closer to yours, a calloused hand massaging your left thigh simultaneously. “Or is it because you’ve been trying to make yourself cum all night with no avail?” 
“How did you—” 
“Oh, I would know. There was no scream, no muffled noises of you moaning into your pillow, no heavy breaths that went silent for a moment. Look at you now, you didn’t even take your pretty pussy off this toy the second you saw me,” he said. His hand found its way to your inner thigh, barely touching your dripping heat. However, Eddie did feel the cotton of the pillow and how soaked it was from all your actions earlier tonight. 
In truth, most of it was because of him. Not only the imaginary version in your perverted dreams; but also the continuous touches through the conversation that electrocuted all your senses and went straight to your pussy. Then, there was the fact that Eddie spoke with his lips so close to yours. Every syllable caused the lightest pressure on your glossy lips. Trying not to give in to both of your desires to lean in was the most difficult task of the night. 
“Help me,” you whimpered, the vibrations from the toy getting stronger now. 
“What was that?” he teased, a hand massaging further up your left thigh. 
“Help me, Eddie. I need you to help me so badly.” The words fell from your lips desperately, sounding as if you were about to cry. 
However, the man in front of you kissed your cheek sweetly before leaning back against the headboard. He noticed the way you shivered slightly at the cold air — your blanket only covering your chest and stomach mainly, as it fell from your shoulders a bit. Knowing that you were in such a naughty state in comparison to what you normally portrayed yourself as, was absolutely arousing to Eddie. He didn’t even hide his growing hardness beneath his black dress pants. 
You have never thanked the tailor your father hired more in your entire life. 
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said in a deep tone. 
 “Well, I opened this toy today and read all the instructions,” you answered truthfully whilst clutching the blanket closer to your body. “After following everything to a tee, I still don’t think I’m doing this right.” 
“You seemed to be having fun along the way,” he teased as he heard you whimper between some of your words. 
“I suppose so,” you nodded along, moving your hips slightly as he spoke to you.  
“So what’s stopping you?” 
In truth, you were on the edge of three things: annoyance, an orgasm, and annoyance due to not having an orgasm. So your body tensed up a bit, causing the toy to be pressed up against your clit even more — it made you whine a bit as you said, “more like who.” 
“Well, if it’s my fault I guess I have to help you now. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do,” Eddie teased, bringing up both hands to cup your face. 
“Please,” you whispered. 
Then, both of you leaned forward at once, capturing each other’s lips in a beautiful kiss that could hardly be seen as chaste. It was a kiss that had been waiting to happen for weeks. To say that this is what dreams were made of would be an understatement. For countless nights, Eddie has woken up in a sweat as he pictured your soft lips on his own, and other parts of his body too. 
“You look like an angel, holy fuck,” Eddie whispered his thoughts aloud as he brought his right hand down to push the blanket away, whilst his right hand involuntarily started to move on its own to grasp your waist and urge it to move atop the vibrator.
“Feels nice when you do that,” you sweetly giggled and moaned. 
“How do you like this?” He asked, squeezing your nipple between two fingers. “Such pretty tits, they’re begging to be sucked on. You’d like that, wouldn't you?”
“Y-yes, please.”
They’ve been hard all evening from a mixture of the cold and your intimate thoughts. However, just thinking about Eddie sucking on them was making you clench between your legs. Even these few moments with your bodyguard were much more successful in your pursuit of a climax than what you’ve experienced on your own. 
“Always so polite,” he teased in a voice that vibrated through your body alongside the piece of plastic on your clit. Your hands were on his neck even as he moved down towards your breasts, noting how Eddie really enjoyed it when you lightly tugged on his hair. 
“O-off, take this off,” you tugged on the back of his shirt this time. 
“You know what you want, huh?” 
“Y-yeah,” you said shyly as he sweetly teased you. 
You had always admired Eddie’s tattoos and muscles. But that was something you saw under the flourescent lights of the gym. This time, as he sat in front of you with the glow of your lamp next to him — he was genuinely glowing. Plus, the fact that he was wearing extremely well-fitted pants made him look like he was right out of those fashion magazines where they tried to showcase the pants and abs of the model. Only, Eddie looked so much more god-like than them. 
“Move your hips, doll. Come on, you can take it, I know you want that too,” the man whispered upon your lips after taking off his shirt and then moved his way down to kiss your hardened nipples. 
“It’s so strong, you’re so strong,” referring to the toy’s strengthening vibrations and him. But, you let your body move on its own to whatever felt right. 
The toy was doing a little pattern beneath you, so you moved forwards and backwards in order to see if you could match the intensity of it. Eddie got closer to you, his knee going on top of the pillow and right in between your legs. If he moved it an inch closer to your body, he would be able to move the toy slightly and see your reactions. And so, he did, in between kisses — wanting to drink up your moans of ecstasy, then massaging your tongue with his every time you gasped in pleasure. 
This was the most intense moment you’ve ever experienced with another man. When you lost your virginity a few years ago, it was a one and done type of situation for the guy. While you laid there wanting to crave more, he told you how good you were, then left for the night. So later, even all of the times you’ve tried to use a shower head or your fingers, nothing has ever made you feel this way. You could nearly cry as the amount of vibrations going through your body increased. 
Once Eddie began to kiss down your neck and you tugged the back of his hair without realizing it, he said, “feisty girl.” 
“Can you please touch me there—ah,” you moaned as Eddie bit your neck 
“I can’t do that, sweetheart. You have to do this for yourself. Give into all your needs and desires, self-pleasure is one of the greatest things in the world,” Eddie continued to tease you as his hands roamed your body. 
When his hands landed on your hips, he started to help rock them for you. The vibrations felt so good that you started to tremble; however, something within you wanted so badly to see him shiver as well. So, you moved your own hands slowly — from his shoulders to his stomach, then brushed over his obvious hardness, all before landing on his thigh that was between your legs. “B-but, please —”
“So needy, huh?” Eddie could see the desperation in your nearly tear-filled eyes. “You’re soaking the pillow too.” 
“Too strong,” you nearly screamed out as the man before you moved the pillow slightly to angle the toy on another part of your clit. 
“Go on, you can do it, Princess.”  
“Keep touching me, I need you to, please.” This time, you kissed his neck and began to suck on his pulse point; copying what he was doing to you earlier. 
Fuck — you were going to kill him tonight. If not you, then the way he’s about to cum in his pants would surely knock him out. 
“Will do, just keep going,” Eddie grunted before gently pulling you off of his neck in order to look you in the eyes. “Do what feels right. Tell me what you were doing before I came here,” he kissed you gently as you moaned into his mouth again since a wave of pleasure took over. 
“I-I thought you were busy, then, I started reading this book. It talks about the couple h-having relations.”
“Sex?” he chuckled as you got shy now of all times. 
“Yes, uh-uhm, and then I started to feel warm right here,” you grabbed his wrist and dragged it towards your core. Eddie knew exactly what you were doing. 
“Oh, my naughty girl. This spot?” 
With his ringed-fingers he brushed them over your clit quickly because you deserved a little treat. But, he went further down to touch the toy and move it close and away from your clit at a massaging pattern. He adored how wet you were, and it took every ounce of strength within the man not to lay you down and have a taste until you could orgasm in his mouth instead. Alas, that was for another time. For now, he would memorize the feeling of your slick pussy for when he took care of his problem later. For now, he would treasure every time you whimpered through swollen lips because it was his mouth that helped ruin your lipstick. 
“Yes,” you whispered as you grasped his arm for balance. “And then I just put my toy on top of the pillow because my friends say they love using their pillow to r-ride.” 
“Look at you, already a pro,” he teasingly smiled.
“Eddie,” you moaned louder as you grounded your hips against the toy and pillow. “I wanna ride you so bad. I’ve always wanted to try this position when I had sex for the first time, but the guy never let me,” you continued your little pillow humping confessional.
“He’s an asshole, I would let you ride me until your thighs gave in,” Eddie said with a jealous tone. He really shouldn’t have been because you weren’t his partner. You were also the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, the fact shouldn’t have surprised him so much. However, knowing that another man only wanted to focus on his own pleasure, made Eddie want to scoff. 
Now, you can’t say the first guy was bad at all — he was just never able to get you to where you really needed to go. You never arched your back towards the ceiling because you couldn’t handle the throbbing between your legs; you never had to bite your lip to suppress a moan that would echo through the halls because he didn’t do much to make you be loud; you never scratched his back with your perfectly manicured nails because you needed to let out your waves of pleasure. Not with Eddie though, if anything, he was going to have a scratch or five on different parts of his skin for the next little while. You prayed that no one would notice it if they were training together; however, that was a worry for another time. All you wanted to think about now were the upcoming vibrations and how it would feel when you orgasm for the first time. 
“Will you cum with me, Eddie? I’m so lonely,” you pouted, wanting him to feel pleasure just as much as you were.  
“Keep going, just like that,” Eddie nodded, then leaned back onto the headboard to admire you in the final minutes before your climax. 
The whine from your throat hurt the man as you didn’t feel the warmth of his skin anymore. You leaned your hands on the pillow for leverage, moving your hips harshly to feel an immense level of pleasure in front of him. But, you craved Eddie’s touch so badly that you bit your lip and rested a hand on his knee and squeezed it every time the vibrations became too much. 
“Help,” you whispered. 
“God, you’re so beautiful like this,” Eddie groaned as he massaged his hand over his clothed-hardness. “Is your pussy throbbing while you ride your pretty little toy?” 
“So much,” the whimper fell from your lips as you continued to slowly thrust against the toy imagining what it would be like if it was Eddie beneath you and not a small piece of plastic. 
“I can't wait until I stretch you out. You’d take me like a champ.” 
Right then, Eddie unbuckled his pants just enough for you to see that he hadn’t been wearing any boxers beneath. The trail of hair leading towards his hardness was tantalizing, nearly a guide along with his muscles to point to the place you were so curious about. 
Once he noticed that you were hypnotized at the thought of what was going to happen next, the man in front of you stopped his movements to look you in the eyes then roam them down to your core. You got the message and wanted to give your bodyguard a little show. With confidence taking over your body, you sat back up and put both hands on your thighs. Eddie swears that this was a pose right out of his favourite porn magazine — only you looked a thousand times better with swollen lips and sweat glistening your skin in the dimly-lit room.  
“I’d like that a lot,” you whispered in between bounces. 
“Prove it for me, squeeze your tits for me,” Eddie urged you to do so, moving his hands to push his dress pants further down. Just the short glimpse of his cock was enough motivation for you to touch your hardened nipples in front of him. 
“Oh, oh,” you giggled at how good it felt. 
“Feels nice, right?” the man in front of you finally put his hands around his cock and you swear your mouth started to water at the sight. 
Throughout your life, you always giggled alongside any friends at a party who mentioned hookups or flings — all you could ever do was imagine how things looked and felt though, since most of what you did with your previous partner was in the dark and done quickly in the middle of the night. Never once did you think that they were being honest when they talked about the length and girth of the different members they’ve seen.
Oh, how wrong you were. 
Now, as you stared at Eddie in awe of the size of him, you were so wrong to think that they could be exaggerating. Some guys really did have the cock that dirty dreams were made of. As Eddie massaged himself in front of you, you noticed the small details about him. From the colour, to the vein, to the way his balls looked so squishy and large as they laid on his thighs. Fuck, you really did feel like a pervert staring at it for so long and imagining how it would feel like if he was stretching you out right now. Instead, your pussy throbbed at the thought, making you knead your breasts harder and push yourself further upon the vibrator beneath you. 
“I think I like your mouth more,” you said in your trance, knowing your fingers weren’t as soft as his tongue. 
“Fuck,” Eddie whimpered as he marched his hands’ movements with your bounces on the pillow. “Are you close?” 
“Yeah, I think so—ah,” you reached one hand to lay on his knee for leverage as he moved closer to you so that he could massage your thigh with his free hand. 
“That’s it, pretty girl. Come all over your pillow and you’ll get a kiss,” Eddie’s breath tingled on your lips as he teased you, his mouth so close to yours whilst his hand got closer to your core. 
You pouted as he began to kiss your cheek and neck but never your needy lips. But, you didn’t have time to be slightly sad, as you felt Eddie’s fingers reach your centre and push the toy onto you. Moans and whines fell from your throat simultaneously as everything began to work in tandem to make you climax — one that you’ve been craving for so long. 
“It’s too much,” you whispered as you felt yourself clench harder and harder, as if your body was getting ready for something.  
“Almost there,” Eddie said in a deep voice into your ear. “I got you,” he said as he pushed it again and again, trying to match it with the hand on his cock. 
The man was so close to orgasming right now, his imagination allowing him to feel your slickness on him. Eddie was chanting a prayer in his head that he could hold on until you came first. In truth, he wanted the image of you finding the climax of your pleasure to be burned into his brain forever. And so, he did everything he could to help you get there — you so desperately needed it. With kisses to your neck, his hand now on your hip to help you ride out your incoming orgasm; you came. Hard. 
Moans of ecstasy filled the room as you found your bliss next to him. Eddie made the fist around his cock harder to imagine it was you who was clenching around him right now. Then, your voice whispered above him. 
“Kiss me, please—” 
“So good, so beautiful,” Eddie obliged happily. “Fuck, how are you glowing right now?” 
“Eddie, more,” you begged into his lips. 
“I-I, fuck , you’re—” it was Eddie’s turn to become incoherent as he could feel his climax coming. 
You smiled on his lips, slowing your own movements now to watch him. “Are you gonna cum for me too, Eddie?” 
That was it. 
One look in your eyes and those words falling from your lips was more than enough for him to cum in his hand. You both stayed there, sitting up and kissing each other’s lips sweetly as you both basked in the post-climax bliss. 
Eddie thanked God that you had a pretty tissue box on your bedside table, which he was able to use to clean himself up a bit, before holding your face as he kissed you. He noticed that you kept on whimpering and moaning into the kiss still; however, you tried to lift your body up from the pillow. You were so sensitive down there now, that although the vibrations felt so nice, you were getting a bit tired from the previous experience. 
So, with one hand, Eddie took out the toy from underneath you and turned it off whilst still kissing you. 
“I’ve dreamed about this a million times before and it’s better than I ever could have imagined,” he said into your lips, and then looked down to see the little pink piece of plastic that brought you to orgasm. It was soaked with all your juices, and Eddie’s intrusive thoughts told him to have a taste. But your soft voice brought him out of a haze. 
“You dream about me?” 
“Every night,” he smiled before laying the toy on the bedside table and involuntarily licking one of his fingers. 
“Am I dreaming now?” you lightly gasped at his actions. 
The man savoured the taste quickly before kissing you again and laying you down on the fluffy pillows. “Not at all.” 
As you lay on the bed on top of light grey sheets, Eddie swears that you are officially the closest to an angel he has ever stood near. The soft light reflecting on your sheets and skin made you look like you were glowing, with a halo on your head as you basked in the post-orgasmic bliss. The moment you looked up at him with soft eyes, he promised himself that he would do anything to experience this moment over and over. 
With a touch to the side of his face, you smiled at the way his eyes focused on everything about you, just as you did the same. “Would what we did tonight happen in a wet dream? Because it sure does feel that way,” you giggled as you got comfortable with him laying slightly on top of you.  
“Well, then let me help clean you up,” Eddie kissed you deeply again, adoring the way this angle allowed him to hold your body, and feel every time you arched your back up slightly to feel each other’s skin again. When you moaned into his mouth after he squeezed your ass gently, Eddie smiled against your lips. 
“I can grab a towel from the washroom,” you whispered as he moved down to kiss your neck, a move he found you loved so much that it made your hips meet up to massage your heat against his thigh for some semblance of extra relief. 
“No, no, we don’t need that just yet,” he mentioned as his voice vibrated through your entire body. The second the words were said, Eddie began to allow his lips to roam down your body, kissing your stomach before looking up at you. “Because I’ve dreamed about kissing you in one other place, only if you would want me to, of course.” 
It was in that moment that you both realized that dreams had their own way of coming true, and it was all part of fate's plan. If someone were to tell the former Dealer that after years of living in a town he wanted to run away from, he was able to do so and find a high-job, he would never believe you. If the reason he was able to find someone he found peace with, was all because of a slip of paper with an address, he would never believe you. That although, right now, as you lay in bed with him, he thought he was going to wake up from one of the greatest dreams he has ever had. Yet, he wasn't dreaming in the slightest. This was his real life, a life he was able to treasure all thanks to a book he found in a cabin on the lake. 
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mischiefmoons · 11 days
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okay I dont wanna seem annoying but it's 10:53pm and the ideas r coming in but I already sent an ask in so do whichever u want first 😭
bf!Luke when he's sick headcanons? (can be in an au where they're js normal ppl or can be them at camp, your choice !! 🫶🏼
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a/n: LIVVVVV i truly believe that if this man was sick with an SO that would take care of him he would be the biggest bitch alive just because he can
at camp:
it starts with a sniffle, luke trying to be oh so brave about it until he can’t ignore the sneezes that sound like they could shake the earth and all of cabin 11 (if you think those kids barely got sleep in general, you should see them get mad at luke’s dumbass going ACHOO for the 47th time that night)
so they rightfully complain to you to go get your man and drag his ass to the infirmary, because the cabin counselor he is loves taking care of others but throws a fit when they tell him to get checked out by the apollo kids talking bout “i don’t get sick, i’m too cool to get sick! heroes don’t get—”
yeah so he has the flu
one stern look from you sends him packing towards the infirmary, dragging his feet in the dirt and complaining the whole way
he puts up a fight the whole time, swatting the healer’s hands away to the point they want to tie him to the bed, and luke doesn’t like not winning
“luke just listen to the fucking healer and you’ll be out of here faster.” “bedrest! they want me to be strapped down here forever, babe, you know i don’t like not moving for that long! though if you were the one tying me down…” *sniffles innocently*
a cold towel smacks him in the face
you end up nursing his nasty germ-riddled ass back to health in a corner of the infirmary that you have to make your own for the next week and a half. 
but if you ask him, he felt fine after a few days—he just likes being taken care of by you
im bored lets do modern hcs too:
in this universe he’s still a little shit but at least you two live together in a cute little city apartment
luke’s laid out on the couch wrapped up in some of your coziest throw blankets as he scrolls through old reruns of friends, laughing at chandler’s humor because i imagine it to be a lot like his own (of course, if rick let him be funny instead of traumatized and an antagonist)
you’re making chicken noodle soup in the kitchen and the smell wafts through the air of your apartment even if he’s so congested his voice sounds funny when he talks
i think you guys would have two cats, brother and sister—absolute menaces, pouncing on him in turns trying to resuscitate their dad from his lifeless form on the couch to throw their little mouse toy around
that or a really big senior dog who sleeps at his feet and turns its head every time luke makes a funny noise
oh he’s still annoying in this one trust—you gave him a little silver dinner bell to ring if he needs you since you’re working from home in the other room but the problem is this man always needs you
ring. “babe!’ ring. “baby!” ring ring. “love of my life, absolute goddess among—*wheeze* humans, can you come here a second?”
“what’s up, honey?” “oh i just needed to see your pretty face. feeling better already!” 
you toss a pillow at his head and get back to your meeting.
when it’s over though, you join him in his little blanket fortress and he lays on your chest, sniffling and smiling as he pulls you into a kiss and thanking you for existing
you get sick after but it’s worth it. sort of like payback
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puzzled-pegasus · 2 months
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Heroes of Olympus---fitness/body related hcs
***Idk if anyone would even plan on it but Please do not comment or tag this as anything sexual as it is not meant like that in any way whatsoever***
Percy
Everyone lost some weight on the big Argo II voyage due to stress and all the fighting and everything, Percy is no exception. 
In general, though, he is still leaner than Jason and has slightly less upper body/ pectoral strength than he does.
However, he has THE fucking core strength ever
Unless he's been really, really exerting himself he normally has a cushion of belly fat over his abs but if you feel his abs they're wow so strong
Also bunch of shoulder strength, he does lots of climbing
He honestly needs some squish especially in scenes set After Gaea’s defeat. One of the reasons im writing these hcs is that I hate the fanarts that give the demigods six or eight pack abs and 0 body fat like?? Have u ever seen a 16-17 year old boy with chiseled abs. Especially one that eats like mr Jackson. His mother is feeding him good on seven layer dip and cheeseburgers and cookies and blue candy and he drinks blue cherry Coke and eats his fill of barbecue every day at camp you Cannot tell me he has no body fat arrgggh
He probably looked like that while he was in Tartarus though bc he was probably really dehydrated and exhausted lmaoo
V good sense of balance and coordination
Jason
Jason’s got more strength in his arms/shoulders/upper body than anything else
Big arm and chest muscles
Also naturally has belly--when he's not worried abt food--but he tends to stand taller so you can't see it as much
Probably lost the most weight on the voyage. Too busy making sure everyone else was okay and also healing from his various injuries. He also had to be absolutely sure there was enough food for everyone else so he was worried abt taking too much
Generally spends more time exercising and has hardly ever seen a junk food in his life and eats a lot of protein bc hes always lived at camp jupiter so he's very muscle
Piper
Piper didn't really start exercising until she came to camp so she's probably the least physically strong in comparison
More squish than Annabeth. Carries fat in hips and thighs and belly
Thinks/feels like she's fat and low key worries abt it
Was only mildly disappointed when she started demigod training and her belly didn't instantly disappear lol
Kind of jealous of how Annabeth is so thin and athletic but Annabeth wishes she had Pipers thighs/boob/curves loll the curse of being a woman
Piper also feels like she has baby face compared to Annabeth bc she has chubbier cheeks and it annoys her
She's got a pretty good sense of balance tho
Pretty good at running fast but she doesn't have as much stamina as Annabeth
Shes quite flexible also
Pretty good swimmer
Annabeth
Naturally quite thin
been training her whole life so she's got strong arms and legs and core
Really good at running and sprinting
Very agile too
Core strength and upper body strength 
Great at dodging attacks, less good at blocking
Tallest of the girlies
Climber shoulders/back muscles
Wishes she had Piper’s curves kinda. She doesn't care all that much but occasionally is like damn wouldn't that be nice
Frank
Arrgh I hate how in the middle of the series Rick took away all of his fat. Screw you sir. Put it back. Put it bacK
So Frank Immediately gets his tum back in the span of a few weeks
He's also really tired for the next however long after the Mars boy magic adrenaline wears off bc where's his fuel??? Gone!!
Very good at Lifting stuff. He had to carry stuffs for his grandma all the time bc she was old
Mostly strong in the arms and chest/pectorals
His growth spurt happened real quick so he's still not used to how big he is which is why he's all clumsy
Needs to work on balance and coordination lol
Although he got most of his chub back, his Babyface™ didn't come back quite so strong
Hazel
Hazel is the shortest girlie
Was really thin back in the 40s and then gained quite a bit soon after she came back to life. She was very confused and probably horrified
This was bc of a combination of having a growth spurt, pressure on little girls to be thin back then and the times having changed now, having enough to eat now, and changes in the amounts of additives and high fructose corn syrup and shit in foods
She was really distraught for a while bc much like Nico’s internal conflict with The Gay, decades ago being chubby was an unforgivable sin for a little girl
Obv not to Nico’s extent bc I don't think people were killed for being fat but still
It takes her a while to see it as not a bad thing but just a thing
She has pretty evenly distributed muscle strength because when she started exercise at camp jupiter they worked All The Groups
Leo
We love our tiny little shrimp man
He didn't get enough to eat during his growth spurt so he's kind of stunted
Even though he's a hephaestus boy he could not for the life of him build a lot of muscle
He's not that strong
He's probably pretty flexible though
Nico
Also stunted because he didn't eat enough in his growth spurt
Pretty strong though
Smol but he is still growing
Is getting taller and will almost definitely surpass Leo
Also is slowly gaining a healthy amount of weight as he stays at camp and Will makes him eat and sleep more regularly and now he's less tired all the time
Pretty good core strength and balance and agility
Looks more his child age now that his cheeks are more filled in
Reyna
Buff Girl
Girlie works out when shes stressed and now she's got muscles like steel cables
Im talking arms, shoulders, core, legs, glutes
Can arm wrestle Jason and win even if he does try his darnedest
Incredible sprinter
Does so many squats that she got the whole bakery lol
Really likes her muscles
Flexes in the mirror
Jason expressed to her how impressive it was a few times and it was partially why she fell in love with him lol
Will
Will has pretty good arm muscles actually and can lift heavy stuffs
Can lift his bf easily
He has a soft tum tho and padding on his arms
Does yoga and stretching and that works his core
Soft
Eats good proteins and veggies and gets good sleeps
Healthy boi 10/10
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powderblueblood · 2 months
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YES, NURSE RATCHED - a hellfire & ice retelling of chapter eight's most pivotal moment, from eddie's pov
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a special treat for my love @deadlynightshade-and-hyacinth eddie munson x f!reader, reader is nicknamed lacy, reader's last name is also mentioned, this is lore-filled and handsy so if that's not your thing keep it truckin, minors dni i do not like you go away warning for strong language, smut inthe form of public fingeringgggg, drug usage, extremely bad parenting (al munson klaxon), evoking the feeling of a comedown, billy hargrove gets his shit rocked, excuse all typos it's redacted o'clock and i'm a little buzzed word count: 2.6k
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The first thing you should know about the following occurrences is that they are preluded by a whole lot of next thing Eddie knows. Things snapping his attention to the left, to the right, knocking him over the head, rearing up on him with little to no warning.
Number one? His dad showing up at Reefer Rick’s, eyes bloodshot and sleep deprived and frantic, putting on a pantomime of being so psyched to see his boy! Rick snapping to attention and falling into his role of affable associate of Munson Senior immediately, despite the apology he’d tried to press against Eddie right when Al crunched the gravel of his driveway. What followed was a bender that Eddie couldn’t help but give into. Al has that effect on people, even him, even Eddie in his angry, angsty resoluteness that he should know better. 
You try knowing better when you're all bewitched, bothered and bewildered and shit.
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Cue cut lines and records blaring until daylight broke over Lover's Lake– then Eddie, rising at noon but barely landed from his previous (ill-advised and bad-parentally-supervised) high, got it in his head that he ought to show up for school. At least for a little bit. 
Because they’d tossed your last name around a little last night, Al and Rick. Doevski this, Doevski that, in weird, vague terms that Eddie didn’t all the way understand. And the more weed he smoked and the more Jim Beam that got passed around, the less he remembered.
Which, dumb, right?
You’d tell him that was dumb.
You’d tell him he should have stayed sharp, listened up, gathered information.
He passed out on Rick’s sagging couch, mind searing with nothing but thoughts of you nagging him for intel.
Eddie woke up cotton-mouthed with your name on his lips. 
He needed to see you.
To catch one of your avoidant, barely-there glances as you flit through the hallway or maybe even spy you smoking a cigarette on the outdoor bleachers, reading in silence with Ronnie or Wheeler.
He’d think of what to say to you in the moment; probably spurned on by the sneer you’d give him– which he’d totally have earned, for having the nerve to ignore you for so long. 
Forgive me, he'd say, hands held aloft in Christlike composure, I just couldn't look you in the eye knowing you were getting willingly boinked by some Ivy League sweater monkey.
And then you'd have to admit your little bullshit college boyfriend wasn't Ivy League, and he'd prod you with that for a while, and things would eventually ebb back to whatever shade of normal you two were pretending to be. So? Okay!
But.
Next thing Eddie knows, he’s peeling into the parking lot and the first thing that he sees, bada bing, is you. All however many feet of you, steel true and planted on the hood of Billy Hargrove’s fucking Camaro, wielding a baseball bat like a sword.  
Eddie’s heart stops for the full entirety of a what fresh hell is this filter-focused second before he skids the van to a halt and launches himself from it. 
He advances this helluva scene just in time to hear you holler out, right in front of God and everyone,
“One thing you can say for Eddie Munson, is at least the motherfucker can get hard!” 
Eddie’s tread stutters and he wonders if this is what people mean when they use the expression taken out at the knees. Can he get a fucking encore, please? 
But then there’s the issue of the rabies-ridden Hargrove, the kid who’s snorted so much of Eddie’s dubiously cut supply that it’s no wonder that word has gotten around that he can’t keep his johnson rigid. There’s a thread dangling somewhere that makes Eddie wonder how familiar you are with that concept but. Alas. Digression. 
Hargrove calls you a cunt, and Eddie’s vision is replaced with a swathe of red. 
How ‘bout you try playing it cool, hearing someone talk to your girl like that, after a night of fun family drug-taking? 
Wait. His what? Hold on--
Next thing Eddie knows, he’s side-swiping Hargrove like a dirty bumper car, yak yaks something kind of funny (he hopes) and does not turn to look at you standing backlit like a holy fucking statue. Because he knows you’ll look beautiful up there, white hot with rage, holding a weapon poised for minor automotive destruction. He can’t handle beauty, not right now. Because of that thing from before with his knees. 
“...now her snooty ass is spreading it for half of Hawkins! Desperate! Stringin’ you along like the dumb piece of shortbus shit you a–”
It’s impossible to say whose hair trigger that tugged first, yours or Eddie’s. That’s like chicken vs egg. That’s like Han vs Greedo. That’s like, irrelevant. 
That baseball bat clatters to the pavement, a hearty overture to Eddie’s surge of empowerment, of rage, of insisting that she isn’t, I’m not, she isn’t, I’m not, nobody talks about her like that–
Next thing Eddie knows, he’s sitting beside you. Outside the principal’s office. Hand split open and aching, nose backed up and a little bleeding, coming down like the fucking Hindenberg. Reckoning with the fact that he wouldn’t need to be a little morning-after zipped on coke to throw a punch for you, if it came down to it. If it came down to it, he would have tried caving in Billy Hargrove’s other eye socket. He would have made him look like the Elephant Man if you needed him to. 
He liked that Eraserhead movie you made him watch. 
“He needs an ice pack…”
The soft mumble from you makes Eddie take this breath that makes his chest feel like it might concave. You, you. Reckless, unbuttoned, unlaced, off-kilter you, that still had time to snap at him after he’d tried to freeze you out, that still had eyes that asked him did it hurt? 
Eddie eavesdrops on as much of your grilling with Higgins and the hot guidance counsellor as his damaged eardrums will allow. Temporary insanity. Disgusting prank. He wonders what that’s about… and again, didn’t even think to question what brought you onto the hood of Hargrove’s car. He just saw you. He just acted.
He just keeps doing that. 
And then he hears. College. Application deadlines are within touching distance. 
“I can turn this around.”
Of course. Eddie hadn’t even thought about that, because he’s him. And it was something you were probably worrying yourself sick over, because you’re you– you wanted out of here. To get up, go, be someone great.
“New York, ideally,” you’d said to him once, tightrope walking across the broken bleachers outside; you’d been waiting around for him to give you a ride home, but he had a deal to make first. You were weirdly patient, weirdly pensive that day. “Someplace I can go and burrow in and absorb everything and grow out of a crack in the sidewalk, new.” 
Eddie’d held your hand, helping you step over a gap in the bench, “Not taking Manhattan by storm? Hurricane Lacy?” 
You–and he remembered this–had held onto his hand for a few more minutes, a cigarette dwindling in the other. Your fingers were cold; they clutched at his a little tighter when you spoke again. 
“No. Not Manhattan, not midtown, not big business. I have precipitated a change in my weathervane.”
“What does that mean?”
“Means that someone taught me the difference between being important and being significant.” 
Back in the room. Eddie drawls out some stupid crack to Higgins, who he’s still supplying with enough benzos to take out Jonestown a second time, which is the only reason he hasn’t been booted out of Hawkins High for absolute and final good. And then you’re alone again, the two of you. Together. 
“Wanna get out of here?”
Next thing Eddie knows, he’s spending the last of his energy like it’s burning a hole in his pocket, horsing around on the nurse’s saddle stool while you rifle through her office. You are all edgy and commanding because you have no idea how to say sorry you got wailed on by Hargrove for me.
Good. He likes you better like this, at least for right now. Likes to watch you attempt to pirouette on the razor’s edge of your relationship to one another, mostly because your attempt is more graceful and easier to watch than his is. And he likes to watch you. Watch you do anything, really. 
Watch you snap at him to get on the bed. Fuck. 
Watch you tear and dab at his busted knuckles. Fuckfuck. 
Watch you talk about Cat People and press his hand to his chest and tell him he’s injured and wrong and watch you watch searing, singing alcohol on his split lip dry up. Eddie watches your eyes brighten and darken with curious affection, like those twinkle lights that fade in and out, steady as breathing. His breathing is anything but steady. His knees have come apart, letting you stand between them.
You dab and he lets this broken sound loose from him, because the proximity of your body to his feels like a fresh fucking spring breeze and god, god, the way you’re touching him with such gentle, measured movements, like you’ve choreographed every one–
You’re so exact. You’re so organized. He wants to unexact you.
Eddie uses his good hand, not that either of them are really any good, and presses as much of you into him as he can. The flush of your front, the flush of your mouth, he even has to stop those shorn denim-sheathed legs of his from wrapping around your hips. Eddie’s grip, it travels, hitching tweed up the curve of your ass. 
You don’t push him away like he figured you might, you don’t indignantly demand what is going on?! You don’t. You weave your hand up the line of his thigh, to the hard edge of his crotch where he is straining, a rigidity that’s been building since you went all Nurse Ratched on him. 
A rigidity that’s hard to keep down around you, badum-tsssss. 
Fuck.
Eddie almost knocks the word loose with a low groan that’s pressed into the supple flesh of your cheek, your lovely blushing fucking cheek, a cheek he goes to kiss or bite or something but misses by a hair because you’re straining your neck back. To look at him. Not soberly, he hopes. 
Someone down there is wishing him death by dick.
Not the wettest, wildest, filthiest dreams that he’s had about you (and categorically, there have been many) could have prepared Eddie Munson from the earth-shattering consequences of this tiny gesture. Your tongue, perfect and pink, darts to his lip, stinging and sore and comes away with the tiniest drop of ruby-red blood sitting on its tip. 
And you suck his bottom lip between yours, eyes fluttering closed.
Eddie’s cock jumps as his heart does, not a second out of time, as you clamber up, into his lap– so completely un-Lacylike, so totally… unexact. How, in all the vastness of Heaven and earth and Middle Earth and Hell and the Bookstore and the closet and his bedroom and the van could he be so fucking stupid?
“Just friends, right?” Eddie is deaf to how pained it comes out sounding.
His good hand travels. He finds your thighs, the softness there giving way to easy indents for his fingers and he knows, he knows that this is where his hands should be–unless, higher could be good? Higher, high up past those offending, incriminating lace top stockings that drilled through Eddie’s mind like an ice pick, giving him whatever the opposite of a lobotomy is. Haunting him with a fervour, begging him to snap them, but there’s no fucking time for that, god it hurts but there’s no fucking time for that because you. Two. Are. In. The fucking. Nurse’s. Office. 
But the world has ceased turning. 
Eddie’s mouth opens in a silent attempt at a moan as his fingers push past to the beating, radiating core of you that the throbbing, radiating core of him longs for. 
You’re so wet, and soft and lush and it rings through is head like a fucking hallelujah, you’re wet, you’re wet for him.
More than anything, he needs your encouragement–he needs to know that you want him to keep going. That you want him, that you want him, that–
You nod, frantic and undone, and Eddie kisses you for it just before he realizes he has no idea what he’s doing. But nothing in his body tells him to zoom out–in fact, the only thing he wants is more in. More you, more of you wrapped around him. He moves his hands with a clumsiness usually uncharacteristic of him, fucking guitar guy, fucking painting miniatures and shit guy. But it works, according to you and the way you keen against him with your beautiful, spit-shining lips parted and pulling against his. 
These little noises, chirps and swallowed moans of yours– it’s like music. He wants to choke on them.
Eddie’s voice kind of cracks open again, letting a little air and a touch of begging out. He strains, pained, cock aching against the hitch of denim. “Does he do this? Does anyone do this for you, Lacy?”
Because you’re lonely, and Eddie knows that, with his fingers stroking you deep. You’re lonely, or would be, were it not for him. And it feels like now, in the heady swirl of these few moments that are stretched into an infinity, that he’s using it against you, but he’s not. He should be the one doing this for you, he should be the one making you feel this way, making you tremble even as he clumsily thumbs at your clit, because he thinks knows you and he thinks you want it unmeasured and unshackled and washing over you in a wave of sheer blind devotion and that’s why his tongue is all over your neck. 
That’s why his knuckles are split. 
That’s why there’s no malice in Eddie’s voice when he croaks, “Just friends? Lacy?” as you rock and spasm, hands clutching him around the shoulder and whimpers barely deadened against his lips. He can feel the texture of your pinched brow against his own. 
He wants to clutch you as close as he possibly can, but he’s got one good arm and it’s between your legs.
Between your legs. Jesus fucking Christ. 
Sobriety hits like a tidal wave as your breath returns to its normal rhythm; Eddie’s doesn’t quite have the same rebound. He’s still huffing a little, out of exertion or out of nerves, as he slips his hand out from under you, brushing what was off on his jeans. A small patch of his own bodily fluid collected there too, making sure he’s wearing the both of you like Hester Prynne’s scarlet letter as he walks around for the rest of the day. 
Eddie, throat starting to tighten up, pulls you in for one kiss, to give you one last taste of where he’d been split open for you. Melodrama dances around it; shades of we shouldn’t have, but we did, but we can’t, but now I have to fucking live with the fact I cracked open this Pandora’s box and I’m sorry. 
Or something to that effect. 
And you see right through him, because you always do. Hair in a muss, lips flushed, adjusting your skirt, re-exacting yourself, you clean up any evidence that this had ever happened. At least, on a surface level. 
Eddie dares to look at you once more, and you dare to look back at him. And thank god he’s sitting down, because that look shoots him right through the fucking aorta. You, wide-eyed and small-looking, pupils darting and unsure, are asking him why. Pleading with him, why. Why do this. Why now. Why at all, ever, why did you have to. Even though you know. 
“I–”
“No, I know. I know. I certainly know.”
Because you’re Lacy. You know everything. 
Eddie does think about going after you for a second, after your curt nod and dash through the door but he knows that it’s a zero-sum game. He has nothing good to say. It’s not even you that’s rendered him speechless– funny thing, you usually do the opposite. You always give him something to say. He just has nothing good to say. Nothing worthy of you. 
So he sits there, on the examination table, waiting for the mythical Nurse Lydia to tend to his wounds. 
First he’ll will himself soft, then he’ll will himself sane. 
Famous last words.
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itsgrimeytime · 8 months
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When it rains... || Rick Grimes (TWD)
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And there it was.
The rain poured down from the skies, heavy and unrelentless -as a deep rumble echoed through the ground.
You'd been on a mini-run with Rick, he'd only let a few out of the camp -shelter was weak, and everyone was on the move. He didn't want to expose more than he needed to, and you frankly refused to let him go alone.
"Shit," he muttered, the door barely ajar -lighting up his face ever-so-slightly to the pouring rain.
In the normal world, rain hardly meant anything. But in this one, where treatment was desolate and sickness was easily aggressively excelled, it was a deal breaker.
You paused, fingers trailing along the dirty but intact windows -watching the rain spill down the glass, "Think it'll pass through?"
Rick bit his lip, shaking his head -eyes heavy on the pouring rain outside, "Looks too heavy to go anywhere now."
"Shit," you agreed, hearing the heavy downpour, "-you think we can stay here?"
"We 'ave to," he answered, sighing and rubbing along the bridge of his nose -worried.
"Hey, hey," you rushed up to him, rubbing your hands down his arms -hoping any sort of comfort would come from it, "-I'm sure they're fine. Daryl would've found a shelter, at least for the night."
Rick sighed, leaning his head forward to rest on your shoulder. You could feel the gentle puffs of air blooming across your skin from where he breathed -it made your heart beat just a touch faster.
Ever since the run-in with the Claimers, he'd been on edge -a ruthless edge. He hadn't let you so much as move from his side for weeks, never mind Judith and Carl.
"You always kno' the right thin' to say," he mumbled against your skin, as your fingers trailed to his hair -combing through the mess.
Part of you wished that you could take care of him like he so often took care of everyone else. You tried your best when you could get him to focus on anything but shelter, food, water, and safety.
You'd always hoped it helped.
"I try," you smiled, bringing up your other hand to brush over his scalp. Mindlessly counting the breaths he took against your skin, you dusted your fingers over his shoulders -detailing the stitching on his jacket.
He pushed into you just a little more, and you faltered in your step -tone light, "Rick, you wanna go somewhere more comfortable?"
He let out a low hum against your skin -lips brushing against the fabric of your shirt, you felt some goosebumps erupt in its place. Even now, he still affected you.
"Yeah," he finally replied, sitting up from your shoulder with a soft gaze steady in his eyes -he looked tired. So very tired.
You frowned, holding up your hands to the sides of his face -focusing his attention on you, "Have you been sleeping?"
"'Been tryin' to."
You sighed, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek -slowly retracting your hands to link one with his own. He absent-mindedly rubbed his thumb along the back of your palm, almost like a reassurance that you were there. Remembering a couch in the living room that had looked untouched by the outside world, you guided him behind you.
Without so much as an extra thought you laid down on the cushions -hand still loosely intertwined with his, you tugged gently. He was so soft then, so vulnerable that he merely followed the motion. Like putty in your hands, he trusted you.
You smiled, as he laid on top of you, head neatly on your chest -your fingers trailing through his curls, sorting out some knots with the gentlest of brushes. This was a special sort of occasion.
Sometimes, when the world would get too loud and all he could do was worry -he'd asked for this. And when you'd asked why this position specifically, he answered -tone muffled and tired but all too fond.
"I can hear your heartbeat, I know y'er alive."
You whispered, barely a breath -hoping to instill it into his head, soothe the worries that creased his brow, "I'm not going anywhere, Rick."
He scooted up, placing his lips on your collarbone -sweet, gentle, and domestic, "I kno', sweetheart."
You laughed a bit at the sensation, a familiar buzz echoing down your spine -as it always had done with Rick. Even before all this, when he'd just placed a hand on your shoulder and told you the plan for the day, or gently held your wrist to keep you from stepping forward on a run. (He always insisted to go first.) You still felt a sort of spark there, untamed and timid, but enough for you to know what it meant.
Rick only grinned at the nose, stubble tickling the exposed skin of your neck as he pressed more there. Only chaste ones that merely last a moment, gently moving your chin with his fingers (calloused from the days work) to get better access to each inch of skin.
You hummed at the affection, trying desperately to savor something so domestic, as your time dwindled. Being on the move meant fewer quiet moments like these, and being in the apocalypse had practically erased the idea of domesticity in your head. So, this was special, you'd try to remember it clearly.
And suddenly, Rick peeked up at you -through hazy blue eyes and a fond smile on his face that made your head spin just a smidge even today. A certain look you knew trailed there, you would've merely laughed at the circumstances if his face hadn't fallen rather serious.
"I love you."
Lips twitching up into a smile, you moved your hands to hold his face -carefully tracing some of the scars you could see there, "Do you, now? Or is that just because we're stuck here for the next few hours together?"
Rick rolled his eyes, leaning into your palms with rested ease and kissing them -like they were the most precious thing in the world. Like you were the most precious thing in the world.
"I love you too," you whispered back, as if the moment in front of you was breakable -blue eyes held on you like it was where they were supposed to be like they fit there.
He grinned, a teasing kind of smirk smoothing across his face -and you found that maybe the night wouldn’t be empty, "Thought so."
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swoulist · 5 months
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⋆。˚꩜ 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 . . . rick may be cold and distant at times, but oh how he loves and appreciates you.
warnings: slightly heated kiss, but that’s about it!
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(era is around season six!)
You had been with your group for a while now. You met everyone back at the farm. Where you were seen in the woods by Dale. You were devastated when you saw him bitten by a walker. After all, if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be with the people that you were so grateful to be with now. Everyday after that, you felt guilty about his death. Everyone else thought you would have needed space, but someone decided to ask how you had been holding up. The leader of that group, or at least who everyone listened to. Rick, Rick Grimes, you learned his name second after your wounds were treated. Though he was the one who was most skeptical of you, he talked to you the most.
You always felt you owed that to him, not only did he keep you and everyone safe, he always cared enough to ask about you. So, the day his wife died, you were there for him just as much. He was grateful to you for that. He was especially grateful that you gave some time for him to be alone when he asked you to. Though mainly, he was beholden with how much you showed concern and heed towards his children. You had also comforted Carl, his son, that day. Carl had always been fond of you, he liked spending time with you, when you let him be there in the kitchen while you cooked. You helped Beth and Maggie take care of Judith, his daughter, when she was born. You carried her, fed her, and played with her. You were never asked to do these things, but you wanted to. You’d even stay up with Rick sometimes to take care of Judith so he could sleep at least a little.
Rick could never actually repay you for how much you’ve always been a great friend and help to him. But he tries.
Now, you actually had a “home” to fully do what you wanted to, to help . . .
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You watched over the window, Carl giggling and laughing with Judith. Dinner had already been prepared with Carol’s help. You didn’t find taking care of them an issue or a chore. You didn’t feel liks you actually were forced to do it. You loved being with Carl and Judith. They had to have been the most kindest and good natured children you’ve seen. A part of you, deep down, wishes you could have done this in a normal world. You also felt it was wrong to think that, which is why you never told anyone that.
You felt a soft tap to your shoulder and you turned around. Rick, with a content expression behind you. “It smells good in the kitchen,” He chuckled, which you smiled at. “Thank you, I was just waiting for everyone to come and eat.” He nodded.
There was an awkward silence in the room, a tension if you will. Rick finally spoke. “You know, I’m really amazed by everything you do for me.” You tilted your head in a manner of confusion. “Oh Rick, it’s not a problem really,” He shook his head. “I truly am. Carl tells me everyday how great you are. He loves you.” Your face turned to a look of surprise. “You don’t need to over exaggerate.” You giggled, noticing Rick was slightly closer to you. “I do what I can.” You say, barely above a whisper. Rick was now looking down at you, your chest nearly pressed up against his. You were about to speak again, before you were caught off with Rick’s lips meeting yours.
Your eyes batted in surprise, but you didn’t pull away. You felt frozen just for a few seconds. You let your arms wrap around his neck, kissing him back. Your back was against the counter, he was about to hold your thighs to put you on top of it. Though that was interrupted by Carl barging into the room, you gasped quietly and pulled away. You slightly pushed Rick by his chest, making sure to not use any actual force. He has gotten the hint, stepping away and now only next to you. The room was silence as Carl looked at the two of you with suspicion. “Are you guys okay?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, Judith in his arms. You both nodded at the same time. “Of course, Carl, we’re just having a serious conversation. Do you mind go getting Judith’s small chair?”
He nodded slowly, still looking at the two of you as he walked away. You let out an exhale of relief. “That was..”
“Yeah..”
“I also..love you.”
You turned your head immediately to face Rick after he spoke. His hands were at his hips, nervously waiting for your reaction. “I love you too.”
“But I think, we should give this time before we tell him..” Rick nodded at your words, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking away to help Carl with Judith. Did that really just happen? You thought to yourself. You weren’t complaining though.
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This was a request from my last post, hope this was what you meant, Peach! <3
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