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theetherealbloom · 8 days

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BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

Chapter One: I Know He's Crazy, But He's The One I Want

Summary: After harboring a crush on your dad's charming best friend, Joel Miller, you graduate college only to be confused by something he supposedly said to you, but then he and his daughter Sarah, reluctantly move away due to his work. Six months later, Joel returns to town, and you're desperate to confirm if his words were real. Both you and your dad eagerly await his arrival but for entirely different reasons. As feelings intensify, you realize that falling for him might not be temporary after all.

Paring: Dbf!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, AGE-GAP Romance, Reader is Early twenties and Joel is in his late 30s to early 40s, Secret Romance, Sneaking around, FLUFF, SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, Heavy Make Out Session, Kissing, Barely any plot, Relationship, Swearing, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, Flirting, Flattery, Awkward, Virgin reader, inexperienced reader, slightly Self Deprecating, Suggestive Content,

Word Count: 7.2k

A/N: Happy “The Tortured Poets Department” release! I couldn’t help but shriek with joy when I heard But Daddy I Love Him. Literally, dad best friend Joel Miller coded. I would like to thank @wheresarizona for dealing with my spam in her messages from me as I was yapping about the new album and gushing over her writing; she’s literally one of the best writers ever. That is a fact and I will die on that hill.

This fic is heavily inspired by all of the dad's best friend books and dbf!Joel Miller fics I have read over the years. It is with great honor (and a lot of fucking fear) to present to you this Frankenstein of all of my fav tropes!

Heads up, I’m actually dyslexic and English isn’t my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!

Song: But Daddy I Love Him by Taylor Swift

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As you walk past the neighboring house, you observe the real estate agent meticulously placing the 'SOLD' banner onto the weathered for sale sign. A strange sense of satisfaction washes over you, knowing that someone has finally purchased the property.

Entering your home, you release a sigh of relief as the familiar comfort washes over you. With a casual toss, your keys and bag find their place on the hallway table. The urge to call out to your dad bubbles up, but it freezes in your throat when you're met with an unexpected sound drifting from his home office.

Your heart quickens as you peek inside, only to find your dad's best friend, Joel Miller, lounging on the plush brown lazy boy. His deep, resonant voice fills the room, sending shivers down your spine even before you lay eyes on him.

Clutching the doorframe for support, you fight to steady your nerves. With trembling fingers, you manage to force a smile onto your lips, though it feels strained. "Hey, Dad. Hey… Joel," you manage to squeak, the mere sound of his name stirring a flurry of emotions within you.

The room feels stiflingly quiet as you wait for a response, the weight of Joel's gaze almost tangible. You swallow hard, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as his intense eyes meet yours. His attention feels almost palpable, his gaze lingering on you in a way that sends a rush of warmth through your body. With a low, almost imperceptible grunt of acknowledgment, Joel's gaze finally breaks away, leaving you breathless in his wake.

You try to avert your gaze out of sheer habit, but it's futile, like trying not to be drawn to the most captivating, exquisite sight in existence.

God, it's as if he's been carved from pure perfection, each time you lay eyes on him.

That same intense, brooding look he wore the day of your college graduation, late last year, still grips you. And it seems Joel's gaze has the same effect on your dad, eliciting a familiar reaction. With a quick double-take, your dad shoots a glance at his best friend before swiveling in his seat.

"Hey there, sweetheart, just catching up with Joel. He dropped by for a surprise visit," your dad starts, but he halts mid-sentence, noticing your undeniable reaction. Concern etches his features as he addresses you. "Honey?" he prompts, his voice laced with worry, as you struggle to find your voice for the umpteenth time in mere seconds.

Joel's gaze narrows, his jaw clenching as his intense scrutiny roams over you, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

As you cling to the doorframe, you can't help but notice the subtle movement of Joel's prominent Adam's apple, betraying his own unease.

Breaking the tension, your dad's nervous chuckle pierces the silence, attributing my apparent moodiness to your usual banter. He turns back to Joel, commenting on his friend's expression.

"What's going on with you two?" he quips, his tone shifting from light-hearted to serious in an instant. "Feels like there's some dirty secret between you," your dad adds, the jest evaporating from his voice. Yet, Joel remains unfazed by your dad's observation, his gaze still locked onto you as a faint smile curves his lips.

His lips curl into a smirk, accentuating the charming dimple that appears in his slightly scruffy beard whenever he smiles—a sight that never fails to tug at your heartstrings.

But as your dad's suspicion lingers in the air, Joel's demeanor shifts, yet you still struggle to connect the dots regarding why he's been giving you that look since graduation.

That day was meant to mark a pivotal moment in your life, celebrating the culmination of years of hard work in college. Yet, Joel's presence, the way he gazed at you, and the unexpected intensity of his hug during the congratulations... It's forever etched in your memory for reasons beyond the academic achievement.

And at the center of it all is one word: Joel.

He's a towering figure, a mix of solid muscle and the comforting softness of his belly. In the moment, you brushed off his tight embrace after receiving your diploma as merely the enthusiasm of the occasion.

But as you felt his whole body pressing right into yours during that hug, you knew it wasn’t your regular type of embrace.

“I’m so proud of you, darlin’,” he whispered in your ear. And though you didn’t catch his next words as clearly, you're certain he said something else that day. “…You feel so fuckin’ good….”

At least, that's what you've been convincing yourself he said. You recall gazing up into those big brown eyes, the same intense look he's giving you now, and wondering the same thing. How could an older, dangerously attractive man like Joel be even remotely interested in someone like you? Apart from being your dad’s best friend, he's more than twice your age and lives on the other side of the country with his daughter, Sarah.

You can almost picture the scandalized gasps of the single older women and ex-wives in your town, clutching their pearls and whispering, "What a mess," if you and Joel ever got together; if he was even remotely interested in you like that.

But you've replayed that scene in your mind every day since, and no matter how hard you try, there's just no denying your secret crush on him.

It all started long before college, your feelings for Joel simmering beneath the surface. Back then, you couldn't quite grasp what it was you felt for him. All you knew was that it felt right, and that feeling remains unchanged. Despite the nerves and shyness that being around him brings, there's another undeniable effect he has on you.

Like the overwhelming desire to sink back and beg him to indulge in things that his best friend's daughter probably shouldn't be fantasizing about. It's been a while since you last saw Joel, but he still exudes the same charm and looks even more handsome and fit than before, thanks to his job in construction as a contractor.

And when you receive that same look from him today, when your dad even jokes about his suspicions, you know Joel remembers that day too. The intensity in his eyes mirrors the moment he pulled you close, a memory etched as your most cherished moment so far.

"Well, I reckon’ my presence here might come as a bit of a surprise," Joel rasps, his gaze locked with yours as he emits a low chuckle for your dad's benefit. Unnoticed by your dad, Joel shoots you a sly wink, and you watch as your dad's tension melts away. He's relieved to know he wasn't imagining things, and undoubtedly thrilled once he hears Joel's news. "I'm moving here, right next door with Sarah. Tommy should be dropping her off here tomorrow," he announces with enthusiasm, but you feel the pit of your stomach drop.

Joel... here? For good? Oh, fuck.

Your dad erupts into loud whoops, raising both hands in the air. "It's about time, buddy! I knew you were keeping something from me," he adds, turning to you once again. "You were aware of this?" he asks, furrowing his brow with a hint of confusion.

"You knew Joel and Sarah were coming to town, didn’t you?" Dad repeats, finally grinning like a child at the news. Smiling like a dad who's pushed aside any notion of his best friend showing interest in his only daughter. And you catch a sly grin on Joel’s face as he comes to your rescue. "Oh, I mentioned I might pay a visit. Buttercup here wasn't aware of the specifics or that Sarah and I would be relocatin’ back here," he explains to your dad.

But when Joel smoothly fibs to your dad, insinuating that you were aware of his impending move back to town, even though it caught you completely off guard, he seals an instant and secret pact between the two of you with a single glance. His deep brown eyes wink at you, sending a thrilling shiver down your spine. You realize you're in deeper trouble than you initially thought. And strangely enough, it's the kind of trouble you welcome with open arms.

In that fleeting moment, a silent understanding passes between you and Joel. With just a wink from him, your chest flutters with excitement, and a wave of anticipation rushes through you, leaving you feeling unexpectedly aroused at the prospect of having him nearby all the time. You're fully committed now, Joel's lie to his best friend serving as a shield for both of you, deflecting attention away from the undeniable tension between you.

"Sarah called last week," you fabricate, deciding to play along with Joel's deception. "As we were chatting, Joel mentioned something about visiting. It must've slipped my mind to mention it to you," you explain to your dad, hoping he'll buy into the white lie. Joel's low growl of contentment as he leans back, causing the leather chair to creak, reassures you that he approves of your little ruse.

Your dad's elation at the news of his best friend's return to their quaint little town is palpable, enough to overshadow any scolding he might have had for your omission about Sarah and Joel's supposed call.

But the truth remains: Sarah never called, and Joel's mysterious behavior is raising more questions than answers.

A surprise visit is one thing, but the intensity of Joel's gaze? The way he makes you feel? It's enough to give your long-standing crush on him a serious run for its money.

"But damn, Sarah will be here tomorrow?" your dad groans before chuckling. "A bit more notice would've been nice, but hell, it'll be good to see you, buddy."

"Listen, I've got something I can't postpone tomorrow. Maybe my daughter here could accompany you to pick up Sarah from the airport?" your dad suggests, turning his attention towards you.

Somewhere behind you, a strange sound escapes—it's you, emitting a sort of mewling noise that you know Joel catches, his smile widening in response.

"Sounds perfect," he agrees before you even have a chance to process it.

"Sweetie?" your dad asks, his tone sheepish now that he's volunteered you without asking if you were available.

You can only watch as the room seems to spin around you, nodding in agreement. "Yeah... sure, I don't have any tutoring sessions tomorrow."

"Perfect!" your dad sighs with relief, promising Joel they'll catch up later. "But I really need to get back to the shop. Are you alright here with her to help you settle into your new house with whatever you brought? The rest of your stuff hasn't arrived yet."

"Yeah, we'll be just fine," Joel assures in his trademark baritone, locking eyes with you.

You were so fixated on Joel's presence that you hadn't noticed the bags by the side of the home office.

"Sweetie? You sure you're okay to help? You look kind of..." your dad starts, but you take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before replying, "Yeah, I'll be fine. We'll be fine. I can help."

"Alright then," your dad grabs his car keys, ready to leave the home office. He gives you both a final glance, kissing the top of your head. "I'll be back for dinner. Have fun, you two!"

You and Joel remain frozen in place, him on one side of the room and you by the doorway, both listening to your dad's fading footsteps and the rumble of his truck as he drives away.

You’re so fucked.

It's been six long months since you last saw each other, and for Joel, it's felt like an eternity. The day of your graduation marked the first time he laid eyes on you in over three years, and it was as if he was seeing you for the very first time.

You've grown into a remarkable adult, and Joel couldn't help but feel the overwhelming need to be there, not only for his buddy, your dad, but also for his sweet Buttercup. Witnessing his little girl all grown up and ready to embark on her journey into the world with her diploma was a moment he'll never forget. He'd never seen his best friend prouder, yet his gaze lingered on you for entirely different reasons.

Reasons and desires that had never crossed Joel's mind until that day. He couldn't resist pulling you close, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his.

What was he thinking? Surely, everyone could see the effect you had on him.

But Joel wasn't thinking, he was acting on instinct. He was claiming what he knew belonged to him. Telling you he was proud of you was one thing, but he's still unsure if you heard what else he said about how good you felt in his arms.

Yet, he doesn't regret it. Because it was true then, and it remains true now. He just wishes he knew if you felt the same way. If you felt it in the same way he did. But how could you possibly feel the same way about him as he has about you these past six months?

Joel couldn't deny that there were many reasons why the relationship between you was complicated. For one, there was the age difference - you were more than half his age. Apart from having the kind of body he could grip, suck and fuck for a lifetime, additionally, you were his best friend's daughter, a bond that ran deep and could not be ignored.

That day, Joel took a risk, blurring the lines and potentially jeopardizing not just his friendship with your dad, but also the bond he shared with you by being so affectionate.

Surprisingly, you didn't seem to mind his gestures, and Joel was convinced that your dad hadn't even noticed. Despite the undeniable attraction he felt towards you, a feeling that lingered and intensified with every thought of you, Joel couldn't shake the worry that his actions might have caused a rift.

As days turned into weeks without any word from your dad, Joel's mind raced with doubts. He couldn't help but question if you had confided in your father about his behavior. Perhaps your dad had sensed Joel's infatuation with you, leading to a silence that spoke volumes.

Intrusive thoughts plagued Joel, wondering if you had been uncomfortable with his displays of affection. The fear that you might have someone else in your life to hold onto gnawed at him, leaving him restless and anxious about the potential consequences of his actions.

Joel and your dad used to share conversations daily, a bond that time and life's demands have gradually weakened, particularly with Sarah still navigating middle school. They both acknowledge the need to reconnect more often, yet something always seems to intervene.

But Joel's decision to visit your father in person wasn't impulsive; it was a deliberate choice, driven by a desire to stay for good this time.

No more fleeting visits. This time, it's permanent.

And it's all because of you.

Since your graduation day, you've occupied Joel's thoughts relentlessly. It's more than just an obsession; you're the sole focus of his mind, consuming his every waking moment.

You are the only thing he can fucking think about.

Joel would never dare voice his thoughts to your dad, not just because of his feelings, but also because your father had a history of using his fists to settle matters. If he even suspected a fraction of what Joel's mind was consumed with regarding his daughter... Well, Joel would never be allowed in your home, with your dad likely ensuring Joel carried a permanent reminder of his displeasure.

Despite his reluctance to keep secrets from his lifelong friend, Joel's motivation to act stems from a burning need that is beyond his mere desire to reunite with you.

He doesn't just want to see you again; he craves it with a fervor that borders on desperation. And the only way to satisfy this yearning is to summon the courage to ask for more.

Reconnecting with your dad was pleasant, but the sight of you, standing in the doorway of the home office, unleashes a torrent of emotions within Joel. It's as though he's been trapped in a deep freeze for the past six months, and your mere presence ignites a firestorm within him.

Every curve of your silhouette, every strand of hair framing your face, fuels Joel's desire until it simmers beyond control, all for you.

As you watched him, his gaze never wavered from your presence, taking in the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. He was grateful for the chair that supported him, as he felt the insanely hard erection you gave him.

Your natural grace and beauty had left him breathless, and he struggled to maintain his composure.

All from just being yourself. All without you even trying to do anything.

You really are just fucking perfect in every way.

You're now an adult, poised to embrace all the challenges and pleasures that adulthood entails. The mere thought sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through you once more, evoking memories of his touch on that unforgettable graduation day.

The intoxicating blend of his woodsy cologne, the creak of his well-worn leather jacket, and the soft fabric of his grey tee shirt against your skin linger in your mind, igniting a longing for more.

The sensation that floods Joel as he lays eyes on you in person after so long defies description.

It takes all his willpower to resist the impulse to stride over and scoop you up, succumbing to the overwhelming desire to claim you as his own and to drag you into your bedroom. But he restrains himself, clinging to the last shreds of his resolve, waiting for any sign from you that you're ready for his embrace.

When your gaze meets his, he witnesses the hitch in your breath, and he can't help but murmur, "Come here, sweetheart." Your response is like a magnetic pull, drawing you into his strong, steadfast arms. As you melt into his embrace, he's struck by the sense of finally being home. You are his home now.

Joel inhales the sweet fragrance of your hair, longing to whisper countless sentiments into your perfect little ear nestled so close to his mouth.

But all he can muster, without risking scaring you away, is a simple declaration in his southern drawl, "I missed you, my little buttercup."

You bury your face into his checkered flannel, your words muffled against his shirt as you confess, "I missed you too, Joel."

Your body instinctively gravitates towards his, fueled by both necessity and reflex. The memory of his last embrace has haunted your thoughts for the past six months, and as his massive, comforting arms envelop you once more, it feels as though you're picking up right where you left off. He feels even better than you remembered, and the mingling scents of his cologne and freshly laundered clothes stir a desire within you to cling to him forever.

Reluctantly, he releases you from the hug, clearing his throat as you take a small step back, managing to squeak out, “Do you want a cup of coffee before you get settled in your new house? You look kinda tired.”

“Sure,” Joel nods, and you sense him hovering behind you as you descend the staircase and enter the kitchen. You can feel his eyes tracing your movements from behind.

You busy yourself preparing the coffee as Joel sets his things down, knowing it'll provide the perfect opportunity to sit down and have a proper conversation.

As Joel takes a seat at the table, his gaze remains fixed on your curves as you move around the kitchen. In that moment, he realizes there's no way he can stay in this house for more than an hour, without confessing his feelings to you.

“You got a boyfriend?”

The sudden question nearly causes you to spill hot water all over your hand, and you freeze, feeling a slight tremble coursing through you.

“Well?” Joel's deep voice sends shivers down your spine, as if you're caught in the midst of the most exhilarating earthquake imaginable. Your mouth hangs open, unsure of how to respond.

“Boyfriend or not?” he repeats, his tone commanding. “Not,” you answer instantly, not minding the question one bit, especially when you see its effect on Joel.

“Good. Perfect,” he rumbles in a low tone.

Turning back to the kitchen counter, the clinking of ceramic cups fills the room, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as the heat spreads throughout your body and to the tips of your ears.

“Cream and sugar?” you ask, turning your head just long enough to inquire.

The sight of your body shifting under your clothes already ignites fantasies in Joel's mind, imagining all the ways he could pleasure you, even right there on your dad's kitchen floor if you desired.

“Joel?” you prompt, breaking him out of his daydream.

“Uh… Sure. Cream and sugar,” he echoes, noticing your continued blush and slight trembling as you prepare the cups. As you approach him with the coffee, the sudden sound of your dad's voice startles you, causing you to drop one cup, which shatters on the floor.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face as he rushes to the sink to run cold water over the affected area.

"I'm fine, Dad. Really," you reply, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"I thought you were gone," you add, unable to keep the annoyance out of your voice.

"I just forgot something. I came back to get it," your father explains, his eyes darting nervously between you and Joel.

Your father's gaze is fixed on Joel, his eyes narrowing as he takes in Joel's obvious concern for you. Anyone could see the way Joel feels about you, and your father's disapproval is palpable.

But you're not a child anymore, and you're tired of your father's disapproval. "Dad, I'm fine. You just startled me, that's all. Why do you always have to sneak up on me like that?" you ask, trying to keep the anger out of your voice.

Joel opens his mouth to speak, but the words don't come. He sighs and shakes his head, gathering the pieces of the broken cup and tossing them in the trash on his way out. The sound of his car speeding away speaks volumes.

"Maybe I should go," Joel suggests, but you wave off his concern.

"Don't worry about my dad. He's been weird ever since I graduated from college," you say, dismissing his concerns.

But Joel knows that your father's suspicions go back further than just this morning. He moves to help you clean up the mess on the floor, ignoring the broken glass and coffee spill. Gently, he takes your hand in his, wincing at the stinging and burn.

"Let's get this under some cold water," he says, leading you to the sink. You lean back against him as he guides your hand under the icy flow, your body yielding to his touch.

"Feel better?" he asks, his voice low and soothing. You nod, leaning into him as the cold water soothes your burn.

Joel's heart races as he holds you, feeling your warmth against him. He knows that your father doesn't approve of him, but he can't help how he feels. He's fallen for you, hard, and he's not going to let your father's disapproval get in the way.

"It feels better now," you whisper, your breath sending shivers down Joel's spine. He moves closer to you, feeling the pressure of your back against his aching cock.

"I can't help but notice how your body is responding to mine," Joel says, his voice low and husky.

"Should we start over?" he asks, leaning down so his mouth is close to your ear.

"You mean with the coffee?" you ask, playing coy. But your body is telling a different story.

"I mean starting over without your dad around," Joel clarifies, moving his hand to stroke the back of your neck.

You turn to face him, looking up into his deep brown eyes. "Just stay," you say, biting your lip.

Joel nods, his hands resting on your hips. "I'm not going anywhere, darlin'," he promises. "I'll be right next door, whenever you need me."

You stand there, close enough to kiss, but Joel holds back. He wants to savor this moment, to make it last.

"I meant what I said that day you graduated," Joel whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "You feel so fucking good."

His words send a jolt of electricity through your body. You feel his arousal pressing against your back, and he grips your hips, pulling you closer.

You plead with Joel to stay, not just because of how the morning has unfolded but because deep down, you need him by your side.

The words you long to say to Joel linger on the tip of your tongue, but the rush of emotions leaves you speechless. Your heart races as you grapple with the intensity of your feelings, unsure of how to express them.

As you run your hand under the cold water, trying to steady your nerves, you suggest preparing the spare room as a distraction. Anything to divert your thoughts and feelings that are swirling inside you.

The tension between you and Joel crackles in the air, the unspoken desire palpable. His longing mirrors your own, creating a charged atmosphere that leaves you both on edge.

"Is your hand goin' to be okay?" Joel's voice is laced with concern as he looks at you, and you nod in response.

"It's just a minor burn from the coffee," you murmur, trying to focus on the task.

"Shall I make us more coffee?" Joel offers, already cleaning up the mess on the floor. But your attention is drawn to the undeniable presence pressing against your back, sending a rush of sensations through you.

Your heart races as you realize the extent of Joel's desire, his arousal evident in every inch of his being.

"I'm not tired," Joel says, his voice low and intimate as he picks up the broken pieces of the mug.

"And I meant what I said earlier," he adds, his tone dropping to a husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

The intensity of the moment overwhelms you, making it hard to focus on anything else. You should feel embarrassed, and remind him of boundaries, but the magnetic pull between you is undeniable.

"What did you mean?" you ask, a hint of defiance in your voice, craving his words like a drug.

His lips curl into a knowing smile as he repeats his earlier statement, his gaze lingering on you suggestively.

"You feel so good," Joel says, his words sending a surge of heat through you, your cheeks flushing with desire.

"Is that why you came back?" you inquire, emboldened by the charged atmosphere between you.

"What do you think?" Joel replies, closing the distance between you, the space crackling with unspoken promises and desires.

You feel trapped, torn between your desires and the weight of your past.

Your hands tremble as you press them against Joel's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. You slide your fingers down, curling around a button on his flannel shirt.

"My dad, for Sarah," you croak, your voice barely above a whisper. Joel takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath your touch.

"I didn't come back to town just to see your dad," he says, his voice low and steady. "But I don't want to make you uncomfortable either."

He pauses, taking another deep breath before he continues. "What I mean is, what I'm tryin’ to ask you, is could you have feelings for an older man? A man like me, maybe?"

His eyes bore into yours, a half-smile playing at the corners of his lips. You know what he's asking, and your heart races at the thought of giving in to your desires.

"I want to hear it from your lips," he says, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine.

You take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. "I like you a lot, Joel," you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel pauses, his eyes never leaving yours. "But?" he prompts, giving you an out if you need it.

You look up at Joel, your eyes pleading with him to make the decision for you. But there's no hesitation in his gaze. He leans in, pressing his warm lips against your hand, and you feel a jolt of electricity shoot through your body.

"Does it feel like this?" he asks, his voice low and husky. You nod, unable to find the words to describe the heat that's building inside you.

"Do you really want me, darlin'?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. You moan, unable to contain your desire any longer.

"Yes," you gasp, your voice barely audible. "Yes, I want you."

Joel growls, a low, primal sound that sends shivers down your spine. He presses your hand against his stiff erection, and you can feel the heat and hardness of him through his jeans.

You trace the outline of his cock with your fingers, forgetting all about the burn on your hand, the hot coffee, and even your dad and his house. All that matters is the feel of Joel's body against yours, the heat and hardness of him that you've longed for since graduation day.

"Then come here," he growls, leaning down further and taking your face in his palm. You shudder one last breath of uncertainty before the warmth of his mouth over yours means neither of you will ever have to ask that question again.

Joel's lips are soft and tender, but his kiss is urgent and demanding. You feel yourself melting into him, your body responding to his touch with a hunger you've never felt before.

His hands roam your body, exploring every curve and contour, as if he's been waiting for this moment for years. You respond in kind, your hands tugging at his flannel shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

The heat between you builds, until you're both panting and gasping for breath. Joel's hands slip beneath your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that make you dizzy with desire.

Joel can't help himself as he lifts you up and sets you down on the kitchen counter, your legs wrapped around him as he devours your mouth with his own. His hands roam your body, feeling the curves and contours of your figure as if for the first time.

You respond eagerly, your hands tangled in his hair as you deepen the kiss. Joel's touch sends waves of pleasure through your body, and you can feel yourself growing wet with desire.

Joel's hands slip beneath your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that make you gasp with pleasure. You arch your back, pressing yourself against him as you feel his hardness against your thigh.

He makes you purr and moan, fulfilling every fantasy you've ever had. Your hands move down to his throbbing cock, gripping and squeezing him through his denim, but you both know this is just the beginning.

Joel has already crossed the line he set for himself, unable to resist the pull between you. He wants more than just a physical connection; he wants all of you, your heart, your soul, your everything.

He envisions a future with you, a life where you're by his side, where you're free to be yourself, to indulge in every desire and dream. He wants to give you a home, a place where you can be truly happy, where the two of you can explore each other endlessly.

As you catch your breath, Joel eases his hold on you, sensing the need for a moment of clarity. Your smile and the flush in your cheeks speak volumes, reassuring him that you're on the same page.

"Holy shit," you exclaim, breathless and exhilarated. Your hands rest on his chest, feeling the strength and warmth of him beneath your touch.

Joel exhales slowly, realizing he may have moved too quickly for you. "Too much, darlin'?" he asks with a chuckle, relieved when you giggle and nod in agreement.

But he sees the worry in your eyes, the need for understanding and space. You grip his flannel, pulling him close for a quick kiss, your words a mix of desire and uncertainty.

"I want this... I want you, Joel. I do," you confess, your voice filled with longing and hesitation.

"Just... not right now, not like this," you trail off, and Joel finishes your sentence, understanding the need for time and space to process everything.

He lifts you off the counter, noting how light you feel in his arms. He watches you pace the kitchen, a mix of emotions playing across your face. He settles on a stool, giving you the space you need to sort through your thoughts.

"I didn't think you were leading me on, and I didn't mean to be so forward," Joel says, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Take your time, process everythin’ darlin’.”

Joel's phone buzzes in his back pocket, and he knows it's your father. He takes a deep breath and answers the call, trying to sound casual. You've stopped pacing but still look dazed, as if you're trying to process what just happened between us.

"Hey, man," Joel greets, hearing your father's voice from his car, still on his way to the office.

"Joel, I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. I guess I'm the one who needs a nap, but I can't afford the time right now," he says, sounding sincere.

Your father has always been honest and upfront, and Joel feels a mix of pride and guilt as he listens to his apology. He knows that your dad will be upset once he finds out about the two of you, but until then, Joel thinks it's best to keep your secret a little longer.

"You don't have to apologize, buddy," Joel says, trying to reassure him. "When do you finish work today?" he asks, already thinking about the time they have left alone together.

More time to take things slow? Joel isn't sure. He wants to savor every moment with you, but he also can't wait to explore every inch of your body.

As your father continues to talk, Joel watches you, his mind filled with thoughts of the two of you together. He knows that things will get complicated soon, but for now, he's happy to be in your presence, to feel your warmth and energy.

"Yeah, I'll see you then," Joel says, ending the call and turning to you. "Are you okay?" he asks, taking a step closer to you.

You nod, still looking dazed, and Joel wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. He knows that the two of you have a lot to talk about, but for now, he's content to hold you, to feel your heart beating against his chest.

The future may be uncertain, but Joel knows one thing for sure - he's never felt this way about anyone before, and he's not about to let you go.

As Joel holds you close, your head resting on his chest, you finally voice the question that's been lingering between you.

"I guess we can't do this sort of thing around my Dad, huh?" you ask, your voice soft against his skin.

Joel strokes your hair gently, his heart full of emotions he never thought he'd feel again. He marvels at how easily and perfectly this moment has unfolded, how right it feels to have you in his arms.

"We probably shouldn't, not yet," Joel replies, his voice tinged with longing. He feels you nod in agreement, and he knows that keeping this secret will be a challenge.

Joel had left town to escape the past, to build a new future for himself and his daughter Sarah. But now, as he returns to the place where it all began, he realizes that his future is intertwined with yours.

He sees a future with you, a life filled with love and possibility. He dreams of a family with you, of building something lasting and meaningful together.

As he holds you in his arms, feeling the warmth of your body against his, Joel knows that this is just the beginning.

As you and Joel waste no time getting settled in the new house, the air crackles with anticipation. Joel turns the key in the door, and as you step inside, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of desire.

Without a word, you set down his bag, and Joel takes your hand, pulling you close. He lifts you effortlessly, spinning you around in a dizzying whirl of passion and need.

The lock clicks shut, sealing you both in a world of raw desire and longing. The house feels like a sanctuary, a place where only you and Joel exist, at least for the next hour or so.

"Aren't you gonna show me around first? I had no idea the inside was so nice," you giggle, your head spinning from the intensity of his touch and the day's events.

"I thought you might like to show me around... your sweet fuckin’ body," Joel rasps in your ear before claiming your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Each touch, each kiss, ignites a fire within you, driving you to the edge of reason.

"You tell me if it gets too much, alright darlin'?" Joel murmurs between kisses, his strong arms wrapped around you. You nod eagerly, your body craving his touch, his presence.

With your legs wrapped around his waist, you gravitate towards the nearest soft surface, a luxurious leather sofa in the living room. Joel stops in front of it, but you're consumed by the need for him, the hunger for his touch.

You try to nod, talk, and kiss him all at once, but the overwhelming desire he stirs in you leaves you breathless and unable to form coherent words. "Yeah... fuck... yes, I will," you pant, your body arching into his touch as he explores every inch of you.

Joel lowers you onto the couch, his eyes fixed on you with a hunger that matches your own. He drops to his knees in front of you, parting your legs with a firm grip, his gaze locked on your body with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

“I’m gonna eat your little pussy, make you come until you beg me to stop,” he says in a firm tone.

His hands move with purpose, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you. You gasp and groan as he explores every inch of you, his fingers and tongue setting your body ablaze with pleasure.

As he delves deeper, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony, you feel a wave of pleasure building within you, each touch pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

You writhe and moan under his touch, your body responding to his every move with a hunger that matches his own. The room fills with the sounds of your pleasure, the air thick with desire and need.

His elbows prop your knees wide, and half-reclined on the worn leather, you can't help but feel a thrill at the sensations coursing through your body.

The scent of old leather and his cologne mingles with the musk of your arousal, creating a heady mix that only heightens your desire. You're ready for Joel, and you know it won't take long for him to bring you to the edge.

With a rough yank, he tears your panties aside, the sound of fabric rending adding to your arousal. You never knew you could feel this horny, and every moment with Joel only intensifies your desire.

He takes a moment to admire your slick folds, his thick fingers gently parting your lips. You grip his silver-flecked curls tighter as he moves down to taste you, your body trembling with anticipation.

Your moans fill the room, mingling with Joel's deep groans of pleasure. His tongue finds its mark, and you can't help but cry out, your body writhing under his touch.

Joel's mouth covers you completely, his tongue replacing his fingers as he explores every inch of your sex. You're on the brink of climax, your body trembling with need.

"Be patient, darlin'," Joel whispers hoarsely, his voice filled with desire. He grips your thighs, pushing them wider apart until his massive head is pressed between them.

You shift your grip to his broad shoulders, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"Joel... Joel," you moan, trying to tell him how close you are, how much you want him. But all that comes out are animalistic sounds of pleasure.

Joel's body quakes with silent laughter, his voice deep and reassuring as he promises you can come all night. You trace the outline of his jaw, your body trembling with need as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

If heaven exists, you're sure you've found it in Joel's arms.

AN: I'm such a fool to think that this would be a one-shot... ya'll this is now a mini-series. Don't worry... this will be a two to three-chapter kinda series. 🤍

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader series #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader tlou #dbf!joel #dbf!joel miller x reader #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedrostories #pedro pascal character fanfic

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crappymixtape recos

going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿

♥️ holding hands with steve – @upsidedownwithsteve ( steve and unconciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping or not realizing they’re holding hands til someone points it out • steve harrington x reader, fluff, hurt / comfort )

♥️ driving mr. harrington – @upsidedownwithsteve ( blurb prompt → steve and driving lessons, and let me tell you, no one is surprised at how damn sweet this is • steve harrington x reader, ALL fluff )

♥️ i guess it's never really over series, 18+ only– @loveshotzz ( a summer back in hawkins with your best friend and the boy you’ve done nothing but try to forget • mechanic!steve harrington x reader, smut, angst/hurt comfort, no upside down )

♥️ watching steve shave – @plainemmanem ( waking up to find a shirtless steve standing in front of the mirror shaving, his back muscles going absolutely sicko mode with each movement, just standing there staring at him bc he's so sexy • steve harrington x reader, just a giant thirst trap with a sprinkle of fluff )

♥️ steve's too drunk pt. 1 • pt. 2 – @pearynice ( steve gets drunk at a high school party and gets stuck wallowing in his own self-pity, but there on the back porch he finds an unexpected friend • steve harrington x eddie munson, omg the cutest fucking steddie interaction of all time AND THERE’S A PART TWO )

♥️ he's a freak, he's the fastest kid alive – @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe ( thinking about eddie getting arrested one night by hopper and officer whats-his-face and when they turn their backs on him for a second he fucking bolts • steve harrington x eddie munson )

♥️ power's out neighbor – @lovebugism ( the power goes out in our apartment building, but i’m not prepared for this, and you come to check on me with steve • steve harrington x reader, fluffy, SO funny and witty )

♥️ i'll be there for you series, 18+ only – @supernovafics ( in which you and steve end up at your childhood home after a shitty party at the house of one of your old high school friends. a frozen pizza and some spilled wine lead to another awkward moment between you two • steve harrington x reader, smut, fluff )

♥️ call me daddy, 18+ only – @stvharrngton ( gator’s got you bent over his bed and you accidentally discover a kink • gator tillman x reader, just straight up filthy smut )

♥️ spin doctor – @carolmunson ( eddie works at a record store, he’s a little snobby, sort of shy!reader if you squint and it’s the very late 90s • eddie munson x reader, witty banter and a teeny bit of fluff )

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barrencelenny · 2 months

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I feel like fic recs tend to be things that are complete, so I thought I'd rec some things that haven't been updated in a while (>a year) or abandoned, but I still like to go back and reread

with links and comments under the cut <3

Poured Over Ice in an Old-Fashioned Glass by prepandemicwriting (bealeciphers) [2016-02-04, 28k]

-classic bartender!barry fic. they're both kinda disasters all around? hilarious

Run Away With Me by asexual-fandom-queen (2016-05-23, 14k]

-the only time asking someone to run away with you has ever worked lmao.

Painting the Roses Red by Solarcat [2016-07-01, 20k]

-Family of Rogues but there's a third snart sibling that Len's got to protect. Lucy Snart that only exists in this fic and my brain ily <3

I bet these memories follow you around by MissSugarPlum [2017-06-07,5k]

-Lisa and Barry in high school at the same time, Barry being tiny and full of rage, Lisa being reluctantly charmed, mwah. chef's kiss.

Bolt from the Blue by town_without_heart [2017-06-16, 170k]

-pre-canon meeting is always delicious to me. eobard being aware of it is the cherry on top (what a creeper)

The Good in You (the Bad in Me) by blue_wonderer [2017-08-02, 26k]

-I have a soft spot for fics where Barry and Lisa are friends what can I say. set pre-canon, and barry is a goddamn delight

Get Me Through The Night by Mentalrebel [2017-08-07, 11k]

-super interesting formatting. it's a lifeline au? I have no idea what that it, but it's fun

Ties and Barricades by yersifanel [2017-09-01, 10k]

-pre-canon meet-ugly where len kidnaps his soulmate as part of his getaway.

Realignment (time & company) by writerdragonfly [2018-02-13, 12k]

-me? rec a time travel fic? of course. time traveller's wife au. gives some really interesting backstory to Len's mother/family

Unexpected Development by nirejseki [2018-04-05, 20k]

-it's so funny it's practically a crack fic. calling the reverse flash Mr. Banana is an inspired choice

since I can remember I've been runnin' from you by youmakemesoangry [2019-01-26, 14k]

-barry getting haunted by post oculus len yes oh yes

Sticky Fingers by MoriartyMastermind [2019-03-05, 18k]

-barry stealing wallets as the flash is like objectively funny okay

Resonance by Moriavis [2019-06-16, 40k]

-looove a soulmate fic and this one is so unique. Barry and Len meet when Barry's still a child, and it ends before they meet as adults, so really it's mainly a Leonard snart character study

Ice and Lightning by vomitingwords [2020-03-26, 2k]

-potentially the only figure skating au for this ship?

Zero to Sixty by scrubmarine [2020-06-26, 25k]

-barry meeting len out of costume because he's running away from Iris is a hilarious set up, and he kind of deserves it

Just Friends by Thundersnow [2021-08-11, 168k]

-a classic fake dating au, trying to figure out how a blueberry coffee could taste good has been a question that has followed me for years.

Shiva by crestfaller [2021-11-07, 17k]

-I always need more fics dealing with the loss of Henry tbh, and this is a really good exploration of grief.

What It Might Cost by Kateera [2022-05-17, 20k]

-a classic deaging fic, len is heartbreakingly cute

Stand Still by Taste_of_Bitterness [2022-09-15, 25k]

-len doesn't go on the waverider after running to stand still. Barry's kind of a mess here, tbh?

I Think I Love You by youmakemesoangry [2023-05-03, 67k]

-it's post Len and mick's legends trip, and they're helping out team flash. there's a truth spell involved. It's a classic trope. (also there's this bit where mick's reading Frankenstein and he calls creature victor's kid, and that's such a mood, my gothic fiction class spent like an hour talking about his daddy issues once)

#might start a little collection of fic rec zines lol #k.txt #coldflash #fic recs

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The gang + Shepards x traditional goth reader whom everyone thinks is a witch, and there are rumors about her

Ponyboy

low-key thinks about you a lot

at first it’s pure curiosity

then it turns into daydreaming

and when he hears you’re a witch

he’s like “…that’s hot.”

“what?”

“NOTHING.”

ofc you 2 get paired up for a project

You guys like some of the same books

And stargazing

And Pepsi

After Darry and Sodapop find out about his crush they tease him and low key set you two up for a date

it’s so fun

You guys see a horror movie

And when you get jumpy you cling to him

And he does the same to you

And then you two share kisses

All is fine until he gets home and finds out he has black lipstick marks all over his face

And gets “use protection” talk from Sodapop while Darry tries not to laugh (Soda doesn’t wanna become an uncle yet guys)

Johnny

he’s in the lot and sees you walking

He low key panic until you say hi

And he’s obsessed with your voice

You 2 end up talking a bit and you joke about how people think you’re a witch

He says “I believe it.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, how else can someone be so beautiful?”

You fs paint his nails

And play with his hair

You each end up scaring each others bullies off

You love kissing his scars

Dally

Hits on you

And when you get mad he just laughs

“Whatcha gonna do? Curse me?”

“I might.”

Then you walk away

He plays it cool

But he’s low-key like

“Wtf did they do-“

You two run into each other again at a party

Buck threw and and your friends with his cousin

He sees you and starts to flirt

You flirt back bc why not

“Damn Dally, you going for the wicked witch now huh?” One of the guys there says

Man almost got punched

You found it hot

Darry

You found him very hot

Daddy issues/j

Yet you didn’t want to flirt

He fs has a partner

Or so you thought

Man is STARING

Loves how you look

You catch him staring and he tries to recover

Tries

You “accidentally” bump into him

And nearly fall in the process

He grabs your waist and holds you

Omg he’s stronggg

You act start stammer and are like: “jfc he thinks I’m so stupid-“

And then he just asks you out

Right then and there

And you say yes

🤭

Sodapop

You go to the DX

And get some snacks

Sodapop is like “huh, there’s that witch chick”

And then when you check out and smile

It’s over

He needs you NOW

He needed you yesterday

He gives you free things

“I can pay-“

“No need. I don’t need to be jinxed now, do I?”

You giggle

Man has a goofy smile

Yaps abt you sm oml

Y’all are cute FR

Two-Bit

Says sm jokes

Like omg

“Hey! Heading back to the cemetery?”

“You got any voodoo dolls on ya?”

“Did you drug me with a love potion, or am I just falling too fast?”

You try not the laugh but you do

When you 2 kiss man is COVERED in black kiss marks

And doesn’t wash it

“TwoBit clean it -“

“But how am I supposed to show Im under your spell?”

You make a joke or two and he DIES

Y’all are so sweet oml

Steve

You 2 meet in October

“Ain’t it a little early for Halloween costumes?”

“Ain’t it a little early to wear Frankenstein masks?”

After a brief starting contest you 2 laugh and you get your slushie in peace

You go to a Halloween party and see him

He’s not really dressed up

Youre a sexy vampire COUGH

You decide to join in ‘spin the bottle”

And you land on Steve

You guys kiss

And again

Then you decide “fuck it” and head to his car to make out

Tim

Man’s cat calling

It’s an art to him at this point (thanks to dally)

You tell him to shove it

And he starts walking beside you

“Ain’t your eyes supposed to glow when you’re mad?”

You just stare at him

Then you kick him in the nuts and run

He gets mad respect for you after that

Turns out you guys like the same songs

You guys do (very bad) karaoke

It’s fun

Curly

Met in detention

You punched a chick

He jumped a soc

You guys started talking

And got on like a house on FIRE

It’s scary oml

You two make out a lot

Pony wants to die

Y’all PDA

When he’s in reform you visit and send letters

He tries to write letters back

And make them as nice as yours

He can’t tho

Angela

puppy crush FR

She thinks your so cool

And pretty

And when you ask her out she’s like

“I’m in heaven”

After a threatening “conversation “ with Curly and Tim they’re fine with you hanging out

You 2 do each others make up

And go shopping together

And scream to music

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #johnny cade #two bit mathews #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #tim shepard #curly shepard #angela shepard #fictionalcharactergraveyard.writing.answers

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hiskillingjar · 2 months

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ok now I wanna hear queer daddy kink strade headcanons

OKAYYYYY okay okay okay you've gotten it out of me you fucking vultures!! leave me alone!!

okay so like. in my mind's eye, strade was basically catnip to german eurofags in the early 2000s

like he's sweaty bisexual versedom trade who fucks like it's his job and isn't afraid to get a little rough with it. of course every twink with a bad bleach job is desperate to fuck him

and with that comes a lot of partners calling him 'daddy' while he rails them within an inch of their life

he's definitely a little..."what? huh?" when it first happens. but then he's like "okay whatever" because he's a 'yes and' kind of guy and he's not like. super picky when it comes to sex, he'll do whatever

when he starts trying to do The Dynamics (after not being satisfied with regular sex), he kind of. establishes himself as a bit of a daddy dom. people keep calling him that, it gets him off, it makes sense!

not in the caregiver sense (that's not for me, gay or not lol), more like...taking on younger, more impressionable people and guiding them through The Dynamics and just manipulating them to fit his desires and wants <3

like everything a consensual daddy dom relationship is, but just evil lmao

this didn't stick super hard, he figured out he was horny for violence and uh. not that interested in consensual dynamics lol

but his ultimate want to just fucking Frankenstein himself the perfect partner still kind of persisted. hence the manipulation and 'shaping' of ren (and mc) basically being the creation of his 'creature' - hence, daddy!

and like. he's not going to ask someone to call him daddy, but he'll get super turned on if it slips out (ESPECIALLY if whoever says it is embarrassed or ashamed)

and yeah he does kind of have the Patriarchal, Head of the Family fantasy still (or maybe I have that and i'm projecting...) so he's never gonna shoot down anything that feed into that

#can't just fucking call someone daddy without there being a context to it. good lord dude #strade btd #strade ykmet #strade x reader #strade x mc #qs #headcanons #i have daddy kink but that's because I read Frankenstein and developed a complex about it OKAY???

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the-cookie-of-doom · 18 days

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ooooOOOOOO HOW ABOUT SOME JEFFCEST? when the storm breaks???? 👀👀👀👀

send me an ask and I'll tall you about one of these WIPs

This is my Rain God/Sunshine/Ghost/Evil Science Husband marathon sex PWP that's also like. 5 chapters long with a prequel and a sequel 🤡 I've drawn a bunch of spicy art for it that tumblr unfortunately won't let me post, too. Essentially it's a combination of acekimagenda's idea that Rain is the only one who could dom Sunshine + my idea that Ghost is Rain's Goodest Boy.

I won't get too into it bc there's an actual hint of plot that I don't want to spoil, but essentially: Sunshine is Husband's first (successful) clone, and Sunshine has a lot of resentment about it. Esp with Ghost being the last one, and him being obviously Husband's favorite because he's so sweet and perfect, not like crazy, violent Sunshine. He ends up with weirdly biblical daddy issues/kink from it, in a Frankenstein kind of way. (Doesn't literally call Husband "daddy", but refers to him as Creator and sometimes as Father in the religious sense). And then they all fuck about it <3

Unlike their darling Ghost—the last of his true creations—Sunshine couldn’t find an ounce of sympathy within himself for the other man. He only wished he’d been there to bear witness. Though he supposed seeing the results would have to suffice. The scientist, once so proud and arrogant, left a broken wretch in the wake of endless tests, poking and prodding and injecting and cutting, his downfall wrought by his own design. Poetic. Of course, bleeding heart that Ghost was, he’d rescued their creator from His purgatory. Put Him all back together again like a faithful little puppet. He refused to resent Him for his own treatment. Naive boy. Oh, how Sunshine adored him. Especially when Ghost’s tender care meant he could break their creator all over again, take Him apart piece by piece knowing Ghost would be there to stitch those pieces back together, and so the cycle would renew. Again and again and again. It was only fair. Electricity pulsed at the base of Sunshine’s spine, lightning arcing through the vertebrae and straight into his brainstem, tearing a strangled cry from his throat. “You are wandering,” came a low, thunderous voice that rumbled straight into his empty core. Fingers dug into his lower back, still sparking with tantalizing little licks of plasma. Sunshine wondered if they scorched his skin. “A little,” he admitted on a breathy laugh, delighting in the displeased hum he received in response. Rain didn’t like to be ignored. He had that same egotistical quality as any deity, the same as his creator, that demanded attention. Devotion. Worship. But Sunshine bowed for no man, nor god. Not willingly—not without incentive. “Insolent,” Rain murmured, cool mist dripping from even colder lips and curling around Sunshine’s ear. He shivered. Rain drew himself back, up to his full height, and dragged Sunshine along with. While Ghost made love to their creator on the bed, Rain pinned Sunshine against the foot of it, hard oak driving into the sharp jut of his hip bones. The insistent press of Rain’s hand at his lower back wasn’t nearly enough to make Sunshine bend to his will. He continued to stand proudly, ignoring the shadow-cloaked presence looming at his back, even as the static in the air around him made every one of Sunshine’s hairs stand on end. “Why must you make everything difficult?” Rain asked, sighing, a gusty breeze that tousled Sunshine’s hair. “Your pride does not serve you well.” “I think it does.” Look at what his pride has earned him: his creator brought low, a slave to the very things He’d made to serve Him. A celestial deity, a storm made flesh, a god, answering to his pleasure. And Ghost, darling boy that he was, looking up to Sunshine as if he were a god himself, always with such wonder in his big brown eyes. Innocence, as well, that Sunshine could never seem to shake, no matter how he tried to taint him. “Hmm.” Rain stroked a light hand all the way from the base of Sunshine’s spine to the nape of his neck, where he held him firmly. A final chance to submit. Sunshine refused. “Very well.”

#cookie writes #jeffcest #ghost mv #we looove #rain god #sunshine #not even going to try tagging the ships sorry guys

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bunni3thebard · 6 months

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Leather and Lace Part 2

Eddie Munson x Original Female Character

Summary: Eddie meets up with Jovi at Tina's legendary Halloween party. His poor little heart–all he wants to do is smooch her, but he doesn't wanna scare her away.

Warnings: cursing, underage drinking, mention of male nipples (I know how Tumblr hates that), oogling of body parts, bullying. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

[Part 1] [Next Part]

CHAPTER 2: Monster Mash

"Can't believe you talked me into this man." Eddie rolled his eyes, adjusting the low-cut, ruffled white shirt that Gareth lent him.

"You're a vampire, c'mon!" Gareth grinned and threw his hands up, his own costume a half-assed zombie consisting of torn clothes covered in fake blood and gray face paint. "Thought you'd be happy. You get to dress up for your girl and people still know who to buy weed from!"

Dave shrugged, his face obscured by a werewolf mask.

"I think you look nice," Jeff grinned, picking up the red cape draped around Eddie's shoulders, "Chicks dig capes, right?"

Eddie glowered, snatching the cape back as the guys busted up laughing at him, "Laugh it up you chuckle-fucks. See who gives you a ride home tonight." They started whining and groaning, even though Eddie would never truly leave them without a getaway ride. He just wanted them to sweat for a bit.

Jeff had dressed up as Han Solo, complete with a holster and fake gun, and was the only one not rocking a classic monster outfit. Gareth and Dave kept poking at him, telling him to be Frankenstein, but he swatted at them and said he was going as Han because his sister sewed him the vest. So three classic monsters and an interstellar smuggler walk into a high school Halloween party. Kinda sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.

Eddie would spend the evening in the backyard, his usual hangout space when dealing, but before sequestering himself pool-side they made a pit stop at the booze. "Careful of the jet fuel." He warned, but Dave had already taken a gulp of punch and began coughing and sputtering. Gareth and Jeff snickered at their friend, but proceeded to knock back a shot from the cup Dave had filled, not faring much better.

Eddie smirked and shook his head at his dumb friends, but grabbed them a few beers before they made their way to the backyard.

Throwing himself into a lounger chair, Eddie gave a content groan. The low-cut shirt Gareth lent him showed off a large section of his chest and his tattoos and when he sat down it gaped open even further. "What a slutty Dracula." Dave snickered.

Eddie smirked and leaned back, arms cradling the back of his head, "You only wish you looked this good, wolf-man."

"The age-old feud begins anew!" Gareth laughed, sipping at his beer.

And thus, Eddie's night began. The boys circled around him for a bit, drinking beers and shooting the shit, but soon Eddie was called over again and again by various drunk party-goers wielding their rich daddy's money to buy pot from The Freak.

Dave and Gareth had wondered off to get a few shots in and to try and join the dancing inside. Jeff–sweet boy that he was–became a home-base for Eddie to come back to so that he wasn't alone the whole night.

"Nah man, whatever song they release, I'm learning. I don't give a shit how complicated, we are getting it down A-S-A-P so we can play it the next gig we can." Eddie was grinning and bouncing on his toes, talking about the Metallica album set to release next year, "'86 baby!" He cheers'ed his beer and Jeff rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"I appreciate the faith in our skills, dude, but us three aren't as quick to catch on to stuff as you." He shrugged, "Might be a few months 'til anything's show ready."

Eddie smiled and pulled Jeff in to a side hug, throwing his other arm out to try and paint a picture for his friend, "See, I think we got this! Gareth's got a kick-ass sense of rhythm, so he's quick on the drums, and as soon as I show Dave what I'm thinking, he'll pick up what I lay down, and you're by far the best bassist I've ever heard dude! You can learn any song by ear–remember when you taught yourself The Trooper in like three weeks??" He patted Jeff on the chest, smile splitting open his face, "You're amazing, dude, don't sell yourself short."

Jeff smiled softly, face shy at the complement. Instead of saying anything back he took a swig of his drink and eyed the party inside. "Think we could wander around, maybe try and find Jovi?"

Eddie felt his heart pick up pace at the thought of his crush. His ears heated up and he bounced nervously on his toes, "Y-yeah," he cleared his throat, "What-uh… what's she dressed as?" He looked at Jeff discreetly out of the corners of his eyes.

Jeff just smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "You're just gonna have to see, huh, lover boy?"

Eddie scoffed and pushed Jeff's shoulder as they made their way inside. Eddie was nervous–god why did he let Gareth talk him into dressing up like a dandy-boy vampire. He breathed deeply through his nose to try and calm himself, slipping over towards the kitchen to grab a shot of liquid courage. Before they made it through the archway door, Jeff grabbed his shoulder and pulled him towards the wall. "There she is, dude!" He motioned towards the other entrance to the kitchen and Eddie's eyes snapped towards her like a magnet.

She was dressed in a silvery medieval gown with her hair pulled back in a loose braid, glitter dusted across her cheeks with simple eye makeup accentuating her honey gold eyes. The fake pointed ears she donned had the tips bobby-pinned into her hair to keep them from falling. Jeff leaned in, a shit-eating grin on his braces lined smile, "She said she's going as Arwen, from The Lord of the Rings." Eddie was pretty sure he died. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't blink, all he could hear was the sound of his heart ready to explode from his chest.

Jovi smiled towards Robin, going to fill up a cup of punch and handing it to the lanky girl, laughing at something she said before filling up her own cup. She smiled and her face sparked because of the kitchen spotlights and the glitter decorating her skin. Her hair looked so soft, pulled gently away from her face, but a few strands were loose around her eyes and Eddie was desperate to push them behind her ears so he had uninterrupted eye contact with her gorgeous honey hazel gaze. The neck of the dress wasn't too revealing, but it was low enough to see the tops of her creamy breasts that bounced as she laughed. When she was turning to exit the kitchen, Eddie was thrown back into the land of the living by Jeff pushing him towards her, laughing while saying: "Go get her, man!"

Eddie's feet walked without him being conscious of their movement. His mouth was dry and he was pretty sure his shirt had fallen in a way that his left nipple was showing, but he was too flustered to do anything. "Jovi!" He heard Jeff call from behind him and Eddie's eyes widened in panic, "Hey Jovi!" If he just pushed the kid to his left against the counter-top he was sure he could make a mad dash for the crowd and get lost on the dance floor. Before he could tuck-tail and run, Jovi caught his eyes and an excited grin lit up her freckled face. She grabbed Robin's arm to steer them towards the two boys. He felt warm, her happiness upon seeing him made his stomach flip and he was pretty sure he was giving her a dopey, love-struck smile.

"Hey Jeff, Eddie! I was afraid we missed you guys!" She had to yell over the music, but she also leaned in close and he could smell her perfume–something flowery. He wanted to shove his face in her hair and sniff. God damn I'm repulsive. He internally winced at his creepy impulsive thoughts.

"No worries, just doing a lap before we go back outside. It's a nice night, wanna hang out with us by the pool?" Jeff motioned behind him. Eddie wanted to kiss Jeff with how much he was single-handedly steering this conversation.

"No way! We're gonna dance, they're playing Blondie and I ain't missing that!" Robin tugged on Jovi's arm and the shorter girl smiled, giggling at her friend's insistence.

She turned back to the two boys and shrugged, "Wanna turn that lap you were doing into a dance?" She caught Eddie's eyes and bit her lip, raising her eyebrows in what appeared to him a pleading way. God he hoped she was pleading for him, he hoped she wanted him around.

He gave a nervous smile and offered his hand to her, "Lead the way, Lady Arwen."

Her smile turned shy and sweet, face blooming pink and he wanted to kiss her. She grasped his hand and it was like electricity running from her touch through him–she was a live wire and he was reveling in her sparks. "Jeff told you huh?" She looked somewhat embarrassed. But he weaved their fingers together as they walked towards the dance floor.

"Hell yeah he did, The Lord of the Rings is my favorite book series–damn near died when I heard you were dressing up as her!" He felt his own face flushing, but he squeezed her hand in reassurance.

Her smile grew and the corners of her eyes crinkled and he never wanted her to stop looking at him like that. "I wanted to be Eowyn, she's my favorite character, but I didn't want to run around in a blond wig all night." She ducked her head to watch her feet as they walked down a short set of steps.

He was pretty sure he was in love with this woman.

They got to the dance floor and some pop bull shit was playing, but Jeff shrugged and grabbed Robin's hand and spun her around. She yelped, shouting 'watch the drink' through her giggles.

Eddie turned nervously to Jovi, one of his hands still holding tightly to hers. She smiled and grabbed his other hand, placing both of them on her waist and grabbing him around his neck. She lifted up on her toes and asked, "Is this okay?" In his ear.

God yes. "Y-yeah!" He mimicked her as she swayed her hips back and forth. Gentle movements that followed the beat of the music. It definitely wasn't the vibe the music was going for, but they could be playing Sweet Leaf by Black Sabbath on full blast and he'd still follow her moves if it meant he could hold onto her like he was.

"I'm gonna turn around, just go with it!" She yelled in his ear and he nodded, confused at what she meant, but he was willing to pull a Dante and follow her to hell. She slid his hands off her hips, but just turned around, pressing her back to his chest and placing his hands back onto her hips, one of her hands holding steady on to his, and the other coming around to take a sip of her drink that she still had. She looked at him over her shoulder and flashed him a questioning look and he just nodded dumbly.

He felt every twist and sway of her body as she was flush against his. He made a point to make sure his lower half was as far from her as possible, but he was sure he was holding onto her hips a little too tight. She was laughing at something with Robin, and leaning her shoulders onto his chest, she glanced up at him with a relaxed smile and he let himself calm down a little too. He started shifting to the beat and bobbing his shoulders, following the circle of her hips as she moved. He looked over at Jeff who was dancing casually, which was more like moving from one foot to the other and nodding his head to the beat, and grinned. Jeff matched his smile and flashed a thumbs up. Suddenly a cup was pushed in front of his face and he looked down at Jovi who smiled, sloshing the contents, mouthing 'want some?'

He spied her lip gloss on the side and made a point to grab onto her hand, his larger hand engulfing her smaller one, and matched his lips to where hers had been before he took a large swig. He let go and grinned at her, nodding and ducked so his mouth was next to her ear. "Thanks!" He made sure he was close, and he was rewarded with seeing her shiver and her skin become flushed. All positive things, right? She was into him too–right??

Suddenly he got a shot of bravery at seeing her reaction and spun her around, she blinked up at him in shock. He smiled and grabbed her cup, handing it off to Jeff who shook his head at his friend's antics. Eddie took Jovi's hand in his and placed his other on her waist to pull her close. He did a few steps, Jovi following along awkwardly while laughing with him at what he was trying to do. He was smiling and spun her, causing her to squeak as she tried to pirouette but ended up tripping a bit so Eddie had to catch her. Suddenly he leaned forward and warned her, "I'm going to dip you!" And before she could say anything, he pulled her side to side and swung her into a low dip. She gave a brief shriek that dissolved into more laughter. He was breathing hard and he was sure he had a bunch of bruises from bumping into everyone around them, but it was worth it to see her flushed and smiling and to hear her laughing with her whole body in joy. He didn't move for a moment, watching as she came back to herself and eyed him with a content grin. His eyes flickered quickly to her lips–shiny from her gloss and pouty with her bottom lip slightly red from her biting it–then back to her eyes. She saw the movement and wet her lips, her little pink tongue absolutely driving him mad. Her own eyes lowered to his mouth, and he was gonna do it, he was gonna take the plunge and kiss her and–

"Freak!" Someone gave Eddie a rough push and he dropped Jovi in surprise, thankfully she was close enough to the ground that she didn't have far to go. She landed with a light "oomf".

But Eddie tumbled forward, his legs tangling together while he tried not to knock into Jovi as he fell. He was able to catch himself before his face hit the floor, but the moment was ruined and everyone on the dance floor began to snicker and point at the two.

"Eddie?" He lifted his head slowly to see Jovi's soft face pinched in concern, his legs were still over her so she wasn't able to stand, but she sat up and rested a comforting hand on his arm. He gave her a tired smile and moved his legs off her so that they could both get up. When he pulled her to her feet, she gave him a grateful look.

"What happened??" Robin came stumbling over and leaned on Jovi's shoulder. "Who do I have to kick? No one's shins will be safe!"

Jovi huffed a laugh but shook her head. "Let's head outside!" Robin nodded and grabbed Jovi's hand.

Jovi's other hand clasped tightly to Eddie and she gave him a tug. He obediently followed.

Eddie heaved a groan as they walked. Of course everything had to be ruined by some entitled prick who wanted to have a go at the local Freak of Hawkins. He looked at the back of Jovi's head and wondered if she would have kissed him back? If she would have pulled him closer and tugged on his hair? Or if she would have pushed him away and screamed at him for being so stupid to think he had a chance.

He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. He felt warmth spread through him from where she held on. The corners of his mouth tugged up and a weight receded from his shoulders. There was something. He didn't know if she'd let him kiss her, but at least she was there and willing to hold his hand.

Once they broke through to the backyard, Eddie let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He carded his hand through his hair and tugged when his rings got caught, but he dared not let go of Jovi. When they made it to a few patio chairs circled around a table, Robin threw herself down and groaned loudly. "Tyler Dirndle can go fuck himself! We were having fun and he had to go and ruin it by being a massive douche." She sneered at the crowd through the floor to ceiling windows lining the living room, giving a view to the unperturbed dance floor.

"That who pushed Eddie?" Jeff spoke quietly, choosing to stand next to Eddie while Jovi and Robin sat.

Jovi still held Eddie's hand.

He dared not say anything, afraid she'd let go.

Robin harrumphed and crossed her arms, "Yeah, saw him laughing about it when we were leaving–ugh I hope he gets Chlamydia." She mumbled that last part and Jovi busted out laughing, while Eddie and Jeff stared dumbly at the girl, having not expected that comment to come from her.

Eddie rubbed the back of his head and sighed, "Sorry about that. Didn't mean to ruin your night." He toed his dirty reeboks against the ground, afraid to meet Jovi's eyes. When she squeezed his hand, his head snapped up to watch her. She gave him a shy smile, face flushed–from the booze or the moment, he wasn't sure, but he hoped from him.

"You didn't do anything Eddie." Her voice was soft and soothing, "I had a blast dancing with you." Her face became a deeper red and he bit his lip. The only thoughts running through his brain was how cute she looked being embarrassed by her admission. She had fun. With him. And he made her laugh. He was sure the grin on his face was lovesick and dopey, but he couldn't help it.

Robin nodded, "Yeah, who knew you had moves, Munson! And dancing to Madonna no less!" She smirked teasingly and Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, yuk it up. Only reason I was dancing was for Jovi, you'll never see me enjoying Pop's top 100s again." He cut his hand through the air in a finalizing motion.

"Ooooh, so you were shaking it to Crazy for You all for sweet little Jovi?" Robin wiggled her eyebrows and Jovi smacked her, groaning her name while Robin snickered.

Eddie realized what he said and heaved a breathy laugh, but his ears were on fire and he was sure his face was ten shades of red. He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced, "Really put my foot in my mouth, huh." He mumbled.

"I think it's sweet." Came Jovi's quiet voice and Eddie caught her gaze, his deep brown meeting her honey hazel. He was back to his dopey smile, as was usual to adorn his face when he looked at her, and she returned it, biting her lip demurely.

"Robin? Jovi?" The girls glanced towards the door to the house and Robin sighed dramatically.

"Looks like he struck out." She huffed, crossing her arms.

Jovi hummed in agreement then shrugged, "I think he struck himself out." Robin nodded, giving an emphatic 'for sure'.

Eddie looked over and saw none other than fucking Steve 'The Hair' Harrington make his way over to the four of them. Eddie swung his head around and met Jeff's wide-eyes in shock. Eddie pointed over his shoulder and mouthed 'What the hell??!' but Jeff just shrugged and shook his head, wordlessly telling him he didn't have a clue.

"Amanda seemed nice! All go well?" Robin asked as Steve came to stand in between the girl's chairs and placed his hands in his pockets in a relaxed stance.

He sighed, shoulders falling and face screwing up, "She kept chewing her gum in my ear. It was gross and distracting." He shrugged and carded his hand through his hair, "She didn't really have any engaging conversation to contribute either."

Jovi and Robin eyed one another knowingly.

"Didn't realize you were friends." Eddie mumbled, studying Steve up and down. Jovi squeezed his hand, which helped him feel a little more grounded. He looked at her to see she was smiling warmly at him.

"Sorry! Steve, this is Eddie and Jeff–guys I'm sure you know Steve." Robin flung her hand back and smacked the older boy on the sternum, causing him to yelp and bark 'hey' in offense at her abuse.

"Nice to meet you." He grumbled, rubbing the spot Robin hit him.

Jeff nodded, but Eddie just raised a skeptical eyebrow at the jock. Since when was he one to hang out with a couple of band-geeks? Wait, was Jovi in band?

Jovi stood and, unfortunately, let go of Eddie's hand as she motioned to Robin, "I gotta go pee. Come with me Robin?" The other girl rolled her eyes but grinned good-naturedly and grasped Jovi's hand.

"C'mon sweetie, I'll take you to the potty!" She raised her voice playfully and Jovi giggled as Robin played mom and the two wandered inside, leaving the boys to chat.

Steve shuffled on his feet awkwardly, scratching the side of his face while his eyes wandered everywhere but the two other men. Eddie huffed in annoyance and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, popping one out and lighting up. Sucking in a deep breath, he eyed Steve and let the smoke blow out of his nose. "How do you know Jovi and Robin?" He asked casually, or tried to, Jeff seemed to wince at his accusatory tone.

Steve crossed his arms and sucked in a breath, shoulders tensing. "Oh, uh, well… I-I babysat, Jovi's brother, you could say…" He shrugged, getting fidgety with his hands, "A-and then I worked at Scoops Ahoy in the mall with Robin this last summer and we hit it off. So, um…" He was rubbing his hands on his jeans, then his arms, going up to massage his neck and gazing at the ground with hard eyes, "You been friends with 'em long?" His voice was slightly raised, nervous as he tried to change the subject.

Eddie eyed Steve's strange behavior, but the jock merely thinned his lips and raised his bushy brows waiting for Eddie to respond. "Sorta." He drew out, fibbing, but didn't care to elaborate.

"Cool, cool." Steve nodded and stared at the ground, not offering any further conversation.

Eddie rolled his eyes, looking at Jeff with exasperation. Jeff pursed his lips and threw his hands up, "So what're you up to these days, Harrington?" Jeff shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his feet, "Didn't expect to see you at a high school party, thought you'd be onto bigger and better things."

Steve gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Yeah, you'd think." He mumbled before clearing his throat, "Nah, didn't know what I wanted to do, so I figured I'd take a year, get a good score on my SATs and try again for Purdue." He sighed, "Or.. I don't know. Life sucks man, why do we have to know exactly what we want to do for the rest of our lives now? I mean, we're only teenagers, not even fully developed or whatever." He threw his own hands up before running them through his perfect hair, mussing it up. Much to Eddie's annoyance, it still looked good.

Jeff nodded sympathetically, "I hear that man. My mom wants me to be a doctor, but I get sick at the sight of blood."

Steve chuckled, "Good luck with that, dude." Jeff smiled and the two relaxed a bit.

Eddie scowled, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. "What're you thinking you might wanna do if you went to college?" His voice was low, but curious. What would ole King Hair try and excel in now that the world was his oyster?

Steve blinked, "Uhh…" his brows furrowed in concentration.

Eddie smirked, "Don't hurt yourself, I can smell the smoke from here." The three boys laughed lightly at the jab.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, face flushing, "Honestly? I kind of want to look into… teaching." His smile was soft and thoughtful and Eddie was shocked. That was the last vocation that he suspected the most popular kid in his high school would say.

"Good on ya, man!" Jeff grinned.

Steve matched his smile, "Thanks."

"Mayday mayday!" Robin came stumbling outside, alone, and grabbed Eddie's arm, jerking it slightly, "We're in need of assistance! Connor won't take no for an answer and Jovi's too sweet to punch him!"

"What?" Eddie blinked, but he felt his jaw clench involuntary while he stomped out his cigarette. He let Robin tug him into the house, Steve and Jeff following close behind.

Robin led him down a back hallway and there he saw some gangly kid leaning over Jovi who looked uncomfortable and pale. Her hand was pressed to her chest, almost like she was trying to hide herself, and her smile was weak while she shook her head politely at whatever the kid was saying.

Eddie steeled himself and stepped forward, sliding his arm around Jovi's shoulders. He smiled down at her flustered face, "Hey sweetheart, was wondering what was keeping you." He slid his gaze to the kid in front of her and glared, icy and cold. Yeah, he knew that, technically speaking, he had no right to step in between someone talking with Jovi, but a flame of jealousy flared to life in his gut at the idea of someone other than him flirting with her. His limbs had moved of their own accord, just acting from the instructions received by his caveman instincts that roared at his brain to protect Jovi.

The taller guy gulped, glasses sliding down his nose and he pushed them back up while nervously taking a step away. "S-sorry Munson, didn't know she was yours." He mumbled before speeding away.

Eddie felt his face heat up at the comment. At the idea of Jovi being his. A warmth bloomed in his chest, turning the cold flames of jealousy to a crackling hearth of affection within him. He quickly shook the thought away to focus on how Jovi was faring. She looked pale and her hands were shaking, but she was giving him a grateful smile. His heartbeat picked up again.

"Thanks Eddie. Never knew Connor was so persistent." She sighed.

"Yeah, don't mention it, sweet thing." His voice was low and he dipped his head down so he didn't have to shout over the music. "You okay?" His brow furrowed in concern.

She huffed a laugh and nodded, "I-I'm okay, I just threw up so I think that's my cue to go home." Her cheeks pinkened in embarrassment and she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Do you need a ride?" He croaked, eyes going wide as the question seemed to spill from him before he could think. He was sure his face was a tomato.

She looked surprised, but her face quickly fell into a tender smile, eyes sparking. "Thanks Eddie, but Steve's our designated DD."

Steve nodded behind them and clapped his hands, "I'll go bring the car around–meet you guys out front." He was gone in a second.

Eddie gulped and nodded, making to let go of Jovi's shoulder, but her hand shot out and kept him firmly holding her, eyes wide and pleading, "Would you walk me out? I'm feeling really shaky and don't want to walk alone." She tapered off, voice getting soft and shy and her face blushing furiously.

Eddie felt his insides explode with fluttering bats as they swarmed his guts and made his heart kick up to ten times its normal speed. His grin was so big and bright he was sure he looked like an absolute idiot, but he couldn't fight his joy at her desire for his company. He squeezed Jovi's shoulders and held her closer. "Of course, my lady. I couldn't dare to leave a fair maiden alone in her time of need." She giggled and leaned her head against Eddie's chest.

Oh man I hope she can't hear how fast my heart's going. That would definitely have given him away. He just prayed maybe she was still tipsy enough not to notice. He guided her with him while following Robin, who was muttering to Jeff about how Connor always had a thing for Jovi. The kid played trumpet alongside Robin and would constantly ask about her friend, even during class and it got on her nerves.

"Maybe now that he thinks she's dating Eddie, he'll lay off!" She huffed and crossed her arms once they made it to the curb.

"Sorry about that," Eddie mumbled, "Just tried to get him to leave you alone. Hopefully you don't catch any heat from being tied to me." His eyes wandered the sidewalk, suddenly feeling like an ass for being so forward.

Jovi hummed and patted his chest with the hand that wasn't grasping his arm around her shoulders. "I don't mind one bit, I thought it was sweet that you came to my rescue." He quickly looked down to see her gazing up at him with a sweet smile, eyes slightly unfocused and red from drinking then hurling. He smirked and tried to grasp a thread of courage within himself.

"So you don't mind fake-dating me?" He held his breath, trying to appear nonchalant but his insides were bubbling with hope.

She gave a nervous giggle, hiding her face in his chest again and he wanted to squeeze her and kiss her all over her adorable, beet-red cheeks. "No, I don't mind." Her voice was muffled by the puffy frill of his shirt.

A rush of air expelled from his lungs at her reply. He felt giddy.

Steve's BMW (of course he has a fucking BMW–rich boy that he is) saddled up to the curb they stood on and Robin rushed to the side of it, clumsily popping open the passenger door and then teetering around to open the back door.

"Can you help me? My legs feel like Jell-O." Jovi mumbled into Eddie's chest and he chuckled.

"Of course sweetheart." His voice was soft, but he felt jittery and full of energy–like he had drank ten cups of coffee before starting a new Hellfire campaign he had been working for months on.

She giggled and pulled her face from his chest, smiling, "Like it when you call me 'sweet'." She whispered, still slightly inebriated and silly so the whisper was louder than she probably intended.

He smirked at her and caught her eye, making her giggle shyly, "Oh yeah?"

She nodded dramatically and he held her hand as she plopped into the back seat sideways, him standing in between her legs and she stared up at him demurely. She lazily motioned him to come down to her level and he grinned, leaning against the top of the car and moving his head in front of hers, their faces only a few inches from one another. Suddenly she leaned forward and Eddie thought his heart stopped.

Her soft, luscious lips pressed to his cheek and she hummed against him, pulling away with a quiet smacking sound. She looked up at his frozen face with one of drunken adoration. "Thank you Eddie. See you on Monday." She whispered, bringing her hand up to tug once on his guitar pick that hung on the chain around his next.

He gulped and mentally smacked himself back into action, "Y-yeah. M-monday." His voice cracked and he winced as he stepped away, shutting the door behind her after she settled in her seat. She leaned her forehead against the window and wiggled her fingers at him as Steve drove them away.

He was floating on a cloud while he watched the BMW drive away. Everything was hazy and his vision faded out and all he could feel was her searing kiss on his cheek. He brought his hand up to hold onto his guitar pick necklace and felt the residual warmth from her hand. It was like he had turned into smoke drifting around, just meandering wherever the wind blew him.

The heavy hand on his shoulder brought him back to himself and he looked over at Jeff in a daze. He was laughing and shaking his head, "You with me, man?"

Eddie blinked, "I swear, by all that is metal," he began dramatically, gathering his best dungeon master voice, "I will ask her out."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #original character fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things eddie #stranger things eddie munson #x reader fanfiction #eddie munson x original character #BunniBumWriting #Leather and Lace (Stranger Things)

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plainemmanem · 2 years

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i have so many steve thoughts today and im sending them all to you:

steve being so hype when you tell him you’re pregnant because hahaha that was his plan all along and hes crying because his dreams are coming true. and then you find him doing random things like making his own baby name lists or thrifting tiny clothes. and he talks to ur belly and calls it bb phoebe because he just knows its a girl and thats her name. and he’ll be like “hey bees what do u wanna listen to while we drive to the dr?? really that song? it is your favorite ok. turn it up louder?? full blast?? bees the speakers are gonna blow haha chill” and ur sitting in the passenger seat like 🫢😚 this dude is crazy but its so cute.

and when you find out the gender you find a way to prank him that its a boy and hes still so excited but then u tell him SIKE ITS PHOEBE and it knocks him off his feet 😘

my favorite dad!steve concept is that phoebe is literally his best friend. like he literally talks to her like he would talk to you or any other adult and she’s literally five months old babbling back at him.

like she’ll be in her high chair, eating those little cereal puffs and steve keeps handing them to her, one at a time, talking with her.

“here, pheebs. no, but yeah, i told mom we’re going all out on our halloween decorations this year. jack-o’-lanterns, a scarecrow, fake witches hanging from the rafters, the whole shabang. and guess what she says to me. just guess.” she just babbles. “she was like ‘honey, im really not in the mood to put up decorations this year.’” more babbling. “right?? oh yeah, i know. i mean cmon, your first halloween and mummy doesn’t wanna put up decorations? not even, like, a halloween wreath?” more babbling and squealing. “oh you want another puff, here we go. but, then i was like ‘i’ll just put em up myself, that’s what daddies are for.’” she laughs a little, and then says more nonsense. “right, it’s perfect. i was thinking the same thing. oh and don’t worry, bee. i already picked out our costumes for trick-or-treating this year.” a little bit of yelling and more squealing. “yeah, yeah, i know you wanted to go as tweety bird, i know, but listen to this.” he cajoles her with another cereal puff. “mommy’s the bride of frankenstein — you know, with the wig and the dress and everything, — and daddy gets to be frankenstein — all green and scary — and you, little pheebs, you’ll be our little egyptian mummy, all wrapped up and cozy for trick-or-treating, huh? how’s that sound?” she only gives him more incoherent babbling. “i know, it’s genius.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you

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cxdemistake · 7 months

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Onmyoji: Yasha*, Hiromasa*, Susabi*

Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow*

Portal: GLaDOS

Red Dead Redemption: John Marston*, Arthur Morgan*

Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost*

Skullgirls: Valentine

Stardew Valley: Shane*

Steven Universe: Garnet*, Ruby*, Sapphire*, Sunstone*, Sardonyx*, Rainbow Quartz 2.0*

Spiritfarer: Gwen*

Suicide Squad: Diablo

Undertale/Deltarune: Papyrus, Sans, Susie*

Until Dawn: Chris*

The Village: Ivy Walker

Walking Dead/Fear: Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Morgan Jones, Shiva, Victor Strand*, Qaletaqa Walker*, Crazy Dog*

Warframe: Excalibur Umbra*

Warm Bodies: R, M

What We Do In The Shadows: Nandor the Relentless*, Viago*, Vladislav*

Info About The Writer

Hi! I’m Alistair— you can call me that, or you can use my username for pretty much everywhere else, TheetyPie/Theety. I don’t mind either way.

I’m a trans guy, I use he/they pronouns. I’m panromantic/asexual, and I’m 27 years old.

I have 3 cats, they’re my babies. I also (as you can tell from above) have a lot of OCs, and the number is still growing. I want to turn my ideas into a bigger creation someday, still not sure exactly where I want to go with it.

I do more than write. I do art, I like video games, music, and just collecting stuff. Current obsessions are Monster High, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, makeup, crystals, and jewelry.

Rules

The most important: I do not RP smut. In the past I’ve used the fade-to-black method, but I’m not entirely comfortable with that with most of my muses.

In the same vein, DO NOT FORCE SHIPS. I love ships as much as the next guy, but I would prefer to discuss it first, or for us to agree on it. It’s cool if your muse has a crush, totally fine— mine get crushes all the time! But make sure if you want to ship, we discuss it first.

In a similar vein to that one as well, no god-modding/powerplaying. If your character is strong, an immortal being, or whatever, cool! I have some of those too. But there should always be a limit. Don’t say your character is moving mine unless we’ve talked about that. Attempt to move them. Usually I follow along as long as boundaries aren’t pushed.

Don’t kill or seriously injure my muse without permission. Fights happen, of course, but again: discussion. I’m up for threads where my canon muses are injured or killed, but not where it happens to my OCs, unless we’re getting into a backstory and another OC that’s already deceased dies. Non-serious injuries are alright to come out of nowhere with, but if it’s a first meeting, I’d prefer to plot it out.

I’m semi-selective. I’m kind of particular about who I follow and who I thread with. I prefer us to be mutuals to thread, but you don’t have to be mutuals to send me things.

I’m very bad at keeping up with people. If you message me and I don’t respond, it’s usually bc I’m shy, I forgot, or I’m busy with work. It’s not you, I promise. Usually I don’t message first bc I’m nervous.

Back to shipping: I’m also multiship. Usually my ships are in different universes, unless discussed with all parties beforehand. The exception is a few of my OCs that are partnered together— ask about their availability. I love random ships, just talk to me about them!

I love duplicates of my muses. Whether it’s “x meets self” or I find someone I share a muse with, I love RPing with just about everyone. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if we have a muse in common!

One of my other most important statements, not really considered a rule, but it’s still important: if you want to know something about any muse, canon or OC, please tell me— ask or message me! I haven’t been able to write down a lot of info about any of them because I’m on mobile, but I will infodump for you if you need/want to know something. I love talking about my children, they’re precious to me.

If you send something in or make something for me when we haven’t even spoken, I might not feel comfortable responding. I’m very shy and nervous about not having any discussion beforehand. 😭

If there’s anything I left out or you need to know, just ask!

#cxdemistake #fjsjfjf this took a while #also look at all the muses #this is what happens when I consume tons of media on a break #I cling to 20000 fictional characters and need to write them #fhdjfj #also consider this my promo #pls reblog to help me find more active peeps #thx!#; promo

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itlivesproject · 2 years

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Can you post old sprites for all the LIs? I want to see how they've developed!

Alright folks, ready yourselves. Take your meds, if you have asthma prepare accordingly:

Amalia

Changed three faces as you can see in these pictures, and dozens of hairstyles. These aren't even half of what we tried on her. I'm positive we tested every natural black hairstyle on the choices database before settling on the final one

Lincoln

Boy had Amalia's fate but with facial hair instead. His hairstyle hasn't changed a tuft. Went from "I'll have your child home by nine" to "Your child calls me daddy too".

Bonus: Chubby Lincoln and... Abraham Lincoln?? 🧐

Abel

Okay this one's gonna hurt. His first Frankenstein-ed sprite was... *drumroll* Abel from a haunted garage sale! This, friends, is what we call a glow-up.

Jocelyn

Jocelyn sadly doesn't have any embarrassing pre-ilw photos. She was already created and ready for action thanks to her ilb cameo. Our artists took that sprite and gave her a separate body so we could layer other clothes on top of it😁

#ask #anon #amalia de león #amalia de leon #abel flint #lincoln mcquoid #jocelyn wu #ilw #it lives within #ilw behind the scenes #behind the scenes ilw #mod eri #playchoices

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frankensteinical · 7 months

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Forty Days of Frankenstein, Day Twenty-Six: There are several different schools of design when it comes to Frankenstein imagery. This one definitely belongs to what I’ve heard called the “Gross Up Close Up,” the roots of which go back to the works of artists Basil Wolverton (1909-1978) and Ed “Big Daddy” Roth (1932-2001). This is box art for a toy, designed by Japanese manga artist Hideshi Hino and released in 2001. Far from being the cool, elegant Silent Screamer Frankenstein action figure released by Mezco the same year, this thing is a more of a crazy doll, called “Franzen,” sculpted in soft vinyl, and released in three different variants. Not really my cup of tea but by 2001 a very valid interpretation of the Frankenstein meme. I will also say that the “metallic” variant is, by me, the coolest one. As I’ve said before, I don’t really collect Frankenstein toys, but if I were 13 years old again, I would want one of these:

#frankenstein #Hideshi Hino #2001 #Franzen #Gross up close up

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rosaniruby · 7 months

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I've just read a few people say victor has daddy issues because he's so desperate to blame someone other than himself and even turns against his loving parent and like... victor hate aside that's actually such a cruel thing to say?? Hearing those stuff I think more and more how people treat victims in real life. No one wants to have 'daddy issues' for their own benefit, because there are no benefits and this is no one's choice.

Just because when you look at the parent and think 'hmm they're so supportive' doesn't mean they don't have terrible flaws, they were like this in the past or abuse isn't happening beneath it.

Like the situation with Alphonse calling his interests 'sad trash'.

You look at victor and him 'ungratefully' mentioning how his father's response wasn't ideal and it could partly be his fault he made the creature, even tho he's been telling us himself, right from the start, how perfect and ideal his parents are!! How dare he!! ; instead of looking at victor and see him understandably, as a human, as a child, feeling overlooked, and sometimes having his feelings diminished and beside that still trying to convince us how his parents were 'perfect!!' and 'never did anything wrong!!' while also showing us they did.

The one moment when he admitted his dad wasn't perfect and yet, at the very same time, kept telling us he WAS perfect. Then which is it? And why Victor words are contradictory?

Because he is an unreliable narrator while we can only know this story through his feelings or even only through what he wants to tell.

The reason why there are two correlating views isn't because he wants to blame him instead of himself like duh for the entirety of the novel he praises him. If he wanted to blame his father for his creation and everything he would have perfect circumstances for it - there not being anyone to deny his claims to Walton and having no actual proof for anything.

It is because even he sometimes couldn't deny he felt hurt.

Victims in real life can talk overly idealistically about their parents, and, even when they mention how they hurt them people think 'it wasn’t as bad as others', when victims say their parents were controlling it's 'at least they paid you attention and clearly did it out of love' when rich kids say their parents were neglectful it's 'well, at least you got everything you wanted and they spoiled you!'

And that is an incredibly cruel thing to say. No one wants to be abused or have bad feelings regarding their parents. That's just not the case. It’s okay to admit when the parent isn't perfect. People, fathers, mothers, do make mistakes. The world won't fall apart if you admit it instead of denying other's feelings.

And so, even if it's just a fiction it makes me feel so uneasy because it shows society's attitude and unawarness.

Everyone always asks the question how the hell Victor Frankenstein turned out like this if he had such a idealistic childchood😱. (Which isn't bad per se, it is supposed to make you wonder.)

And then abandon the thought instead of thinking hmm yeah maybe a person who learned to healthily manage their emotions wouldn't do the things he's done.

#why did it turn out this long #i was supposed to do my homework...#also #i'm not denying victor's father loved him #but most parent who traumatize their children love them in some way as well thats why its so hard #victor frankenstein #frankenstein or the modern prometheus #mary shelly's frankenstein #frankenstein #frankenstein the modern prometheus #the modern prometheus #gothic literature #goth lit #gothic lit #classic literature #classic lit #alphonse frankenstein #me defending victor

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rozcdust · 1 year

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friendly reminder that the frankenstein’s monster is literally a beefy, sexy ass 8 feet tall ‘suck my dick and call me daddy’ material and the only reason people ever assumed he’s ugly is that he’s a lil discoloured

that’s all. legit just a little discoloured bc ya know, rotting limbs

nothing foundation can’t fix 😌

#💮deispeaks #should i start a think like #💮deiliterature #bc liek #i talk about literature and other mangas a lot

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natalie-wilhelm · 2 months

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It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s @emeraldcitycomiccon 2024!

This was my first time attending a general “comic” con. In the past, I’ve only attended anime conventions with the exception of a horror convention (CryptiCon) a few years ago. The biggest difference between these more generalized comic-cons vs. anime-cons is that comic-cons tend to place more of an emphasis on American/Western comics, fandoms, and pop culture whereas anime-cons focus on Japanese/East Asian comics, fandoms, and pop culture. ECCC in particular is focused on superhero and science fiction fandoms. The largest fandom that I saw represented cosplay-wise was Star Wars. This could be due to the release of their new trading card game through Disney. It’s interesting to see the differences between these two convention cultures, it helps with understanding their target audiences.

Since I was only attending this con for one day and it’s held during the off-season for cosplay, I chose to put together a “pseudo-cosplay” from clothing items that I already owned vs. building an entirely new one from scratch. I call this look “Franken-cyberpunk.” I took a normal outfit of mine, slapped some green body paint on, and voila an OC is born! I felt like this aesthetic would best fit the theme of the con.

Here are some highlights from Saturday:

Slide 1: Franken-selfie outside of the Exhibitor’s Hall (Arch).

Slide 2: Candid pose inside of “ECCC” logo monument outside of the Artist Alley (Summit).

Slide 3: Frankenblossoming in front of what appears to be a backdrop depicting the UW Quad.

Slide 4: Selfie with Maile Flanagan, English voice actor for Naruto.

Slide 5: Batman and Catwoman posing dramatically.

Slide 6: The scariest Darth Vader cosplay I’ve ever encountered.

Slide 7: Funky Darth Vader (he’s your daddy).

Slide 8: Cosplay Contest finalists, 1st place won $1,000!!!

Slide 9: Cruella posing next to an unknown cosplayer.

Slide 10: Alice Cooper about to feed me, his Frankenstein, at the Nerd Prom in the Main Stage (Summit).

Thank you again ECCC 2024 for putting on such a fantastic exhibition.

#emeraldcitycomiccon #emeraldcitycomiccon2024 #eccc #eccc2024 #seattleconventioncenter #wastateconventioncenter #seattletourism #seattlewashington #seattlewa #comiccon #fandoms #popculture #comics #cartoons #superheroes #sciencefiction #scifi

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edith-moonshadow · 2 years

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Master Post For Harringrove Stories

Side Blog For Completed Stories: Edith’s Writing Desk

Are We Really Happy With This Lonely Game We Play Series

Bruising For A Fight

Pretty Boy, Harrington

Hurricane Hargrove [Tumblr Post]

Only Worth Living If Someone Is Loving You Series

Stronger And Harder Than A Bad Girl’s Dream

What Are You Thinking Of

The Most Exquisite Form Of Self-Destruction

Love You In Another Space And Time [Tumblr Post]

Harringrove Week Of Love 2021

I Don’t Cook, I Don’t Clean But Let Me Tell You How I Got This Ring... [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

I’ll Find A Way Under Your Skin [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

If I Could Have A Million Tomorrows [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

42 [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

Take Me To Church [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

Chantilly Lace [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

Band Of Gold [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

Tales From Tumblr Series

You Give Love A Bad Name [Tumblr Post]

Nothing Erases This Feeling Between Me And You [Tumblr Post]

Debbie Steve [Tumblr Post]

Big Dick Steve [Tumblr Post]

Sugar Baby Omega Steve [Tumblr Post] [WIP]

It’s The Real Thing [Tumblr Post] [Life Tastes Good Tumblr Post]

The Man With The Child In His Eyes [Tumblr Post]

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words [Tumblr Post]

Billy’s Bitch [Tumblr Post]

Paradise By The Dashboard Light [Tumblr Post]

Dancehall Days [Tumblr Post]

Homewrecker Steve [Tumblr Post]

That Certain Feeling Carved By Another’s Hand [Tumblr Post]

I Fought The Law [Tumblr Post]

Deep In The Heart Of Me [Tumblr Post]

I’m Never Gonna Fuck You [Tumblr Post]

Suck It, Harrington [Tumblr Post]

Harringrove Big Bang 2021

The Poison Pen

The incomparable @heck-in-a-handbasket’s absolutely wonderful art for The Poison Pen

Harroween Series

Feed My Frankenstein

Season Of The Witch

Extra Credit [Tumblr Post]

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden [Tumblr Post]

By The Sea [Tumblr Post]

Your First Sweet Kiss [Tumblr Post]

The Boy At The Bottom Of The Garden [Tumblr Post]

The Memory Of Scars [Tumblr Post]

Under Blue Moon, I Saw You [Tumblr Post]

The Trials Of Love [Tumblr Post]

Black Eyed Angels Swam With Me [Tumblr Post]

Unquiet Graves [Tumblr Post]

The Sweetest Tongue Hides The Sharpest Tooth [Tumblr Post]

The Will Of Count Hargrove [Tumblr Post]

The Silver Haired Witch Club [Tumblr Post]

Peachy Keen [Tumblr Post]

Beltane Blessings [Tumblr Post]

Tina’s Annual Halloween Party [Tumblr Post]

The Camera Never Lies [Tumblr Post] [Part Two]

Curse Of The Were-Rabbit

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

I’m Your Boyfriend Now, Nancy [Tumblr Post]

If You Float, You’ll Burn [Tumblr Post]

Billy Hargrove Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names Series

Bunny [Tumblr Post]

Harringrove Week

Deliver Us From Temptation [Tumblr Post]

Sugar Cream Pie

Dionysus [Tumblr Post]

Prom Night [Tumblr Post]

How To Celebrate A Win [Tumblr Post]

Sadie’s Parties [Tumblr Post]

The Double Deuce In Hawkins, Indiana [Tumblr Post] [WIP]

Soft, Low, Sweet And Plain, I Feel That Burning Flame [Tumblr Post]

I’d Rather Be Damned With You [Tumblr Post]

Lasting Aftereffect Of Trouble [Tumblr Post]

The Sweetest Tongue Hides The Sharpest Tooth [Tumblr Post]

The Will Of Count Hargrove [Tumblr Post]

The Silver Haired Witch Club [Tumblr Post]

Peachy Keen [Tumblr Post]

Beltane Blessings [Tumblr Post]

Tina’s Annual Halloween Party [Tumblr Post]

The Camera Never Lies [Tumblr Post]

Curse Of The Were-Rabbit

Love Was Only True In Fairy Tales [Tumblr Post]

Love Was Only True In Fairy Tales (Outsider’s POV) [Tumblr Post]

Like A Bruised Peach [Tumblr Post]

Ardent Attention [Tumblr Post]

You Can Be My Daddy White And Gold [Tumblr Post]

Steve Harrington's In The Closet [Tumblr Post]

Been Trying Hard Not To Get Into Trouble But I've Got A War In My Mind [Tumblr Post]

Steve Harrington’s Six Little Nuggets

Steve Harrington Is A Damn Good Babysitter [Tumblr Post]

Soft, Low, Sweet And Plain, I Feel That Burning Flame [Tumblr Post]

Harringrove Love Fest 2024

Come As You Are [Tumblr Post]

I Drive Fast I Am Alone At Midnight [Tumblr Post]

Sticks And Stones [Tumblr Post]

The Carrot And The Stick [Tumblr Post]

Acts Of Service [Tumblr Post]

Praise Me Like You Do

Villainous Valentine 2024

The Crafty Baron

Omegaverse Stories

I Wanna Taste You But Your Lips Are Venomous Poison

I Don’t Cook, I Don’t Clean But Let Me Tell You How I Got This Ring... [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

42 [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

Every Since We Met You’ve Had A Hold On Me [Tumblr Post] [WIP]

You Can’t Even See How Much You’re Mine [Tumblr Post Steve POV, Part 2] [Billy’s POV] [WIP]

Apple Seeds [Tumblr Post]

I’m Trapped By Your Love And I’m Chained To Your Side

Devil’s Advocate

Taste Of Pomegranates On Your Lips

Only Worth Living If Someone Is Loving You Series

You Give Love A Bad Name [Tumblr Post]

Big Dick Steve [Tumblr Post]

Sugar Baby Omega Steve [Tumblr Post] [WIP]

Life Tastes Good [Tumblr Post] [Extra Chapter Billy’s POV]

The Man With The Child In His Eyes [Tumblr Post]

Billy’s Bitch [Tumblr Post]

Paradise By The Dashboard Light [Tumblr Post]

Dancehall Days [Tumblr Post]

That Certain Feeling Carved By Another’s Hand [Tumblr Post]

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden [Tumblr Post]

Under Blue Moon, I Saw You [Tumblr Post]

Sugar Cream Pie

Dionysus [Tumblr Post]

How To Celebrate A Win [Tumblr Post]

Sadie’s Parties [Tumblr Post]

The Double Deuce In Hawkins, Indiana [Tumblr Post] [WIP]

Steve Harrington Is A Damn Good Babysitter [Tumblr Post]

Soft, Low, Sweet And Plain, I Feel That Burning Flame [Tumblr Post]

The Sweetest Tongue Hides The Sharpest Tooth [Tumblr Post]

Peachy Keen [Tumblr Post]

Beltane Blessings [Tumblr Post]

Tina’s Annual Halloween Party [Tumblr Post]

Curse Of The Were-Rabbit

Ardent Attention [Tumblr Post]

You Can Be My Daddy White And Gold [Tumblr Post]

If You Float, You’ll Burn [Tumblr Post]

The Harrington Internship [Tumblr Post]

Acts Of Service [Tumblr]

The Crafty Baron