#murray bauman x reader

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May contain stepcest, age gap, dubcon dark content

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♡dark!!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!!!!!! Imagine being his object of affection, the one he devotes his followers life to <3<3 did someone say virgin! Reader ?? 👁👁 yes me I did. He takes your virginity as a ritual, there are people surrounding your bed as he takes what's his, telling you that this is what needs to be done so you can ascend into a higher being

♡ chrissy, nancy, robin sleepover where they teach virgin! reader how to cum. Youd be so embarrassed to admit it :(( but that's okay they tell you its completely natural and to go at your own pace and not every boy is going to make you cum. Boys are useless! When you shamefully tell them that you've never EVER cum and that you havent even had your first kiss, they assure it that it's okay and robin offers to teach you <3 naturally you end up with your back against her chest and her fingers in your cunt, you had gotten fuzzy a while ago and everyone was fawning over you pretty pussy. They all take turns in fingering you and tasting you, you have the best sleep you've ever had ♡♡♡

♡ being fucked with a beer bottle <3 would be with either eddie or billy, they'd laugh at you while you cry about how gross it is

♡ cucking Jason <3 what better way to get back at your bully than fucking his girlfriend, chrissy deserves her tits in my mouth

♡ stealing their shirts so you can put it on a pillow and hump it later !!!!!

♡ making you squirt infront of people!! Maybe billy, thinking he gets an ego boost after it. Or eddie think he would let everyone have a go of making you squirt <3 such a sweetheart

♡ hopper catching you working at a strip club then blackmailing you after you beg for him not to tell anyone <3 he makes you fuck yourself dumb on his cock then mocks you when your legs go numb

♡ bimbo! crybaby! Reader getting her clit pinched after she gets bratty

♡ hybrid reader!! Hybrid reader !!! Hybrid reader!!!!!! Bunny! Puppy! Kitty! Cow! Bird! Bear! Lamb! Mouse!! SO MANY THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!

♡ I think steve would like a kitty, all pretty and only exists for the purpose of looking good and being a hole to stuff <3<3 spoil me so much !!!! Or maybe a puppy, gets to leash me up and make me choke on his cock maybe breed me

♡ eddie would like a bunny, a soft little thing that can keep up with his fat loads of cum, or maybe a kitty who does nothing but lay there and mewl for his cum <3 he just wants a little dumb thing he can corrupt

♡ hopper likes the puppy because old grumpy men and puppies are soul mates!!! Hed be so strict but I'd love him for it !!! Make me feel so special 👁👁 piss kink with hopper x untrained puppygirl reader 👁👁 smoking a cigar while you cock warm him I'm all gooey inside

♡ I think billy would definitely be into cow hybrids 👁👁 cuz like hes the bull of Hawkins and I think he needs a little breeding cow and on milky titz to sucky suck👁👁 shy lil thing that follows him around

♡ robin would like a bird because they're so quiet and pretty!! Just so nice to look at and she would definitely love it when you try to groom her makes her feel so special!!! Or when you coo as shes eating you out omg !! loves how soft your lil wings are !!!

♡ nancy definitely be into puppygirls<3<3 I think shed love to just do whatever she pleases especially when you take everything she gives you, you're so obedient and eager to please her !!!!!!!!!

♡ argyle? Definitely a cow orr maybe a mouse, just wants someone whose soft and warm. Would let you sit on his cock while he smokes, all the praises !!! Stroke your pretty little thighs and pet your ears sucky sucky on those titties

♡ my sick little freak Jonathan? The original perv? Bear. Just something that lays there all pretty and soft, let's him take pictures!! His fav are when you're lying in the sun and he pulls your underwear to the side to see your pussy <3

♡ what if hybrid! boy/girlfriend !!!!!!

♡ AAAA WOLF EDDIE AND BUNNY READER IM GAGGING CHOKING NOT BREATHING, him wearing a muzzle!!! Spikey collar that leaves scratches in my thighs

♡ wolf steve and puppy reader 👁👁 wants to get you full of pups, all hairy and warm treats you so well<3 hunts you the biggest deer he can find just so he can prove how much of a good mate he is

♡ bear hopper x bunny reader <3<3 so big and warm so strong and smart he has to protect his little dumb cocksleeve, let's you have all the blankets for your nest!!! Soothes you when you cry because hes so big and doesnt fit in it :(( but its okay because he likes being pressed against you so tightly

♡ bull billy and cow reader !!! Hes so mean at first!! Always huffing and grunting at you making you think he hates you </3 makes all the others bully you because hes the alpha and whatever he says goes until some dumb new bulls start showing interest in HIS shy submissive mate he gets into so many fights!! Hates that they think they can have you >:00 YOURE HIS >:((( sneaks into your separated room (because everyone is so mean and the farmer cant have their pretty little Hefner sad) just so he can mark you as his. would 100% let's you touch his horns, but only you >:((

♡ dont get me started on heats and ruts

♡ breed me so good!!!! I'm going feral possibly even insane

♡ joyce + hopper with puppygirl!!! Makes my heart all gooey and gross, joyce would spoil you so much!!! Give you extra rewards and treats when you behave or when hop is being grumpy and strict! Definitely would stuff you with toys and make you lick them clean

♡ step dad! hopper digging out a bullet vibrator from his bimbo Step daughter after she gets it stuck inside her because shes so dumb </3

♡ brothers bestfriend/dealer! Eddie corrupting naive! Innocent! Virgin! Reader, him waiting for your roommate to arrive and he gets to know you so well

♡ scumbag! Stepbrother! Jonathan x innocent! Reader. making you sit on his lap, he blows smoke into your face all the time :((((( makes your eyes tear up and forget about his boner that hes rocking against your clothed cunt!! Dont get me started on his Best friend  perv! Argyle who is soooo nice to you but only so he can feel you up close against him

♡ theres a belt that has a lighter attached to it omg imagine eddie using it to light the blunt in your mouth omfg I'm going insane right now

♡ mean! eddie making his artist! Girlfriend draw porn only so he can cum on it and ruin it :(((

♡ being the new secretary at the police station and befriending hopper through your husband. Staying late one night, you and hop start talking which leads to you complaining to him about struggling to have a baby and how you're so worried that you may not be able too, he assures you that theres nothing wrong and even offers to help, your husband is oblivious when you become pregnant, he doesnt even bat an eye when the baby comes out huge (giant genes jim hopper ♡♡)

♡ argyle becoming a masseuse and getting a bit too handsy with his favourite client <3<3 his hands are amazing with pizza dough they would be amazing with my ass <3

♡ would I let Vecna absolutely destroy me? Yes I'm not a coward, I want his claws to make my hips bleed is that too much to ask? "BuT nYmPH hES UgLy aND scARY" and I'm horny so what

♡ you know those baby dolls that you have to take care of for like a week? Imagine being forced to take care of one with whoever, unfortunately it unlocks their breeding kink and they cant get the thought of you and their baby out of their head so it's only natural for them to stuff you full

♡ serial killer! eddie escaping from prison and hiding in your house!! Somehow convincing him to let you live by saying you'll cook him meals and clean him up, he forces you to be his housewife until you're no longer useful to him but once he gets his cock in your sweet tiny little hole he cant stand the thought of you being harmed. When the cops arrive to search your house he takes you with him because he cant just leave his personal fleshlight behind

♡ argyle fucking the new delivery girl, he drives you to the houses because there were too many complaints about him being high </3 but that's okay because your cute little face gets extra tips and he doesnt mind staying in the car especially when your skirt flips up as you climb off the seat. Would let you ride him after you come to the car all teary eyed after you get yelled at by a mean customer who wanted a new pizza

♡ perv! Robin, nancy and chrissy convincing innocent! Reader to try on new clothes infront of them, they assure you that you dont need to change in the bathroom because "they're all girls" they grope you claiming that they're "just making sure it fits right" they then make you try on some underwear that would look sooo cute on you. You think nothing of it until you're stood infront if them and you feel vibrations coming from the fabric pressing directly to your clit, but dont worry chrissy makes sure to catch you as your legs struggle to hold yourself up plus shes holding your hands <3<3 and robin is being so sweet and 'fixing you bra' while telling you how pretty you are, nancy is the sweetest however as she reaches down to help you with false concern, rubbing your clit "trying to make it stop"

♡ hopper x fairy! Nymph esc! Reader !!! He finds you in the forest and takes you back to his cabin because a little thing like you shoudlnt be out here all alone >:((  You're so curious of this big strong creature that took you with them that you follow them around like a puppy, so he shouldnt have been so shocked when you wondered into the bathroom and watched him while he showered, as much as he tried to shoo you away it was hopeless which is why he invited you to join him. Definitely not a ploy to see you naked

♡ want 001 to gaslight me while his cock tears me in two!! "It doesn't hurt that bad, you were made to hold my children how can you give birth if you cant take my cock?"

♡ steve x bimbo reader <3 he thinks you're so dumb and hes looking at you in shock most of the time because how can anyone be that stupid? But he doesnt mind because you're his housewife and he loves that you make him feel all gooey inside, you cook him meals and bake him desserts you're so good with the kids and dustin adores with his moms new girlfriend. When you come home from babysitting with eyes watering about how you have "baby fever" and how you "cant wait to have a baby of your own" he obviously takes the opportunity to help you, he cant have his favourite girl sad now

♡ joyce and karen getting wine drink with reader, they all start talking about how awful their husbands are in bed (let's pretend hopper isnt with joyce ♡) and how they're never satisfied luckily you've bought some new sex toys and because you're so generous you cant help but share with your best friends

♡ 001 being in charge of you at the facility means he watches you do everything, sleep, eat, shower, exist, all of it. Hes all you've ever known and it feels so natural for you to come to him about the ache between your legs

♡ the way I would suck the soul out of this man

♡ dark! Reader being absolutely infatuated with mr Phil Callahan after you gets arrested at a house party, you're always getting In trouble just so you can see him not even hoppers huge cock can make you behave, you want HIM. Thankfully callahan is a good man, a good citizen who would do anything to help someone in need, so when your bent over begging him to fuck you he cant refuse, he doesnt question how you got into his house or how you knew where he lived. Your pussy is worth it <3

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Just Share The Damn Bed (Smut) +18

TouchStarved!Murray Bauman x Dark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve got serious daddy issues. But is it really a bad thing? Especially if it allows you to be bold enough to seek a new daddy in your whacky mentor, Murray Bauman. You visit his home in hopes of showing him how badly you want him.

Word Count: 6.8k+

A/N: Oh, Boy. This is a long one. DARK FIC. The reader is an unhinged stalker with daddy issues and obsessed with Murray. It has slight elements of Stephen King’s “Misery” and Netflix’s “You” just because of the crazy stalker dynamics. Hear me out! This dilf right here can give great dick. I have no doubts about it. So this will be FILTHY AF AND FUCKED UP because I know this grumpy teddy bear 🧸 will make sure his woman is taken care of because he’s such a pleaser. Ya’ll gotta give my boy some love.

TW/Warnings: slight NON CON, DUB CON, mentor/apprentice relationship, mentions of stalking, constant unwanted sexual advances, graphic language, dry humping, alcohol consumption, marijuana use, Murray speaks some Russian, emotional abuse (reader threatens self harm), threats of harming others, exhibitionism, footjob, ddlg, spit kink, 69, doggystyle, reader getting folded like a pretzel 😊, passionate/rough p in v sex, hand over mouth during sex, breeding kink, creampie, body/body hair worship, cock worship, light brat/brat tamer, light sub/dom elements, praise kink, Murray’s chain 🤤, age gap (Murray 40, Reader 20+), cuddles, kissing, aftercare, reader needs therapy, past child neglect

You’ve always had a fascination with Murray Bauman. As an aspiring investigative journalist yourself, when you first read his article on the strange disappearance of Barbara Holland, you appreciated the fact that he didn’t shy away from calling out the ones hiding in the shadows and covering up these events.

You made it your goal to find him when he’d gone off the map. You were always so good at tracking people down it’d been in no time when you found his secluded warehouse. When you met him in person, you’d sat in his couch looking up at him in eager admiration. You’re hopes were to gain some knowledge as a young college student, planning on making a big statement in the media world. Then, you were instantly drawn to his eccentricity. You liked older men but he was different from the men you’d usually mess around with. He’s intelligent, quirky, caring, and brave. So many qualities that you found to be so attractive.

Murray had trust issues; a thing most people working in the investigative field obtain. Especially when he’s written work that has exposed a lot of important people possibly looking to retaliate. When Murray finally took you under his wing and allowed himself to confide in you, you knew that he’d fully trusted you by then.

Tonight you needed him. Bad. More than anything else at the moment. You’ve waited patiently. You’ve witnessed him set up couples like Jonathan and Nancy and even Hopper and Joyce with little regard for his own love life. But you noticed the way his hands would linger over yours as if it craved just a millisecond more of the heat your skin gave off. You could tell that he spent restless nights in bed wanting someone to fill the empty space next to him. You’ll be that someone. You’ll let him use you however you wanted. All that you will asked of him is that he will love you.

He’s been avoiding you though. Ever since, you showed up to his home unannounced in an attempt to seduce him, he’s been distant. He stressed keeping things professional between you two but if he knew just how good you’d be for him, he’d never push you away again.

Tonight you were going to show him your absolute devotion to him. You were a nice blue dress that accentuate your curves and underneath: a lacy white thong.

You knocked on his door. Bottle of vodka in one hand and a joint in the fist of the other. After a long wait, Murray had answered the door.

“Oh, hey,” Murray says, genuinely surprised. He gestures you to come in. You walk in noticing that he’s in the middle of cooking. ‘Perhaps for a hot date.’ You fumed. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here tonight. Hadn’t seen you in days so I figured you’d long forgotten me.”

“You’d have known if you weren’t ignoring my calls.” You retort, plopping yourself on his couch.

Murray hangs his head low. “Right. Uhh. I’m really sorry about that. I just——”

“No, it’s fine really,” You interrupt. “I was a bit forward. But I don’t like that you’ve been avoiding me. I still want to us to be friends. I know I’ve made it awkward between us. I just didn’t expect that it would cause you to stay away. I’ve been wanting to hang out but you’ve never been available.”

“That’s because I was just really busy all week. I wasn’t avoiding you,” He defends. So he wasn’t a complete liar but he was a liar, nonetheless. He was busy but he’d purposefully kept himself busy so he couldn’t face you. You knew this because you kept up with his schedule and his whereabouts. “I wanted to make time for you,” He catches himself and quickly tacks on. “To help you with that paper.”

“I finished the paper. It was so good in fact that the’d like to give me a full ride to their university in New York.”

His eyes widened, arms crossed, and mouth hung open before curling into a smile. “Really?! That’s phenomenal! You must be super excited.”

“I was. Then I told my father and my mood completely went sour. He never gives me credit for anything I do. Not a congratulations. Not an ‘I’m proud of you’ speech. Just a shrug and went right back to drinking and watching sports.”

Your parents were neglectful. Mother having abandoned you before you could even walk. Father practically inactive and deadbeat. He only care to gamble on sports and drink. He never care for your well-being or your whereabouts. You had to grow up rather quickly to survive your situation. When he learned of your plan to pursue journalism instead of nursing, he denounced you as his own child, letting it slip one day that he never wanted you in his life.

You couldn’t care less that he was now drinking himself to death, poisoning his own liver. You’d forget him. You have plans for a new life and it all begins with the man in your presence right now.

“The goddamn bastard.” Murray sits on the couch seat beside you, a hand on your knee.

“I came here to celebrate my success with you. I won’t be staying in this dump of a town anymore so I wanted to thank you for making it all bearable. I got some alcohol, some weed——”

“Weed?! Look…I’d love to celebrate with you but it’ll probably have to be tomorrow. I’m having someone over…” Murray begins. Your heart drops into your stomach. “My mother,” Murray finishes and you could finally breathe again. “She’s pestered me forever about never coming to visit her. And I decided it was a bright idea for her to come visit me instead. Although I didn’t exactly think of the horrifying implications of her knowing where I live. Sweet woman but can be prone to extreme decorating.”

You didn’t know much about his mother. You’d picked up some clues that they were close. You’d also understood that she would call his phone a lot to the point where she would he’d left a voicemail about the times between the day when she could call also a symptom of Murray’s paranoia.

You laugh. “Extreme decorating?”

“Yes. It’s a very real condition. One moment, my place’ll look like this then the next I’m walking into what looks like a show room and somehow she’s got a whole team of interior designers under her. It’s an interesting sight.”

“She sounds lovely. I think we’d get along fine.”

“You mean, you want to stay and meet her? Are you sure? She can be quite intimidating. Especially if she gets the wrong idea about us.”

“I’m from Chicago, Bauman. Nothing scares me anymore.”

“Well, if you do plan on staying, may I please ask that you get rid of the pot?”

“I was just thinking that.” You stood up, pulling the lighter from the pocket of your coat before heading back to seat next to Murray. You flicker for the fire, lighting up the joint and taking a deep inhale. You pressed your thumb and index on each side of his cheek making his lips form an ‘o’ then blowing the smoke directly in his mouth for him to inhale. Your lips a few inches away.

“My mother will be here in 30 minutes. Not because she lives far. She just loves to window shop. If we subtract that, then she’ll be here in 10 minutes. I can’t be stoned out of my mind around her.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“I’ve never smoked marijuana.”

You shot him a look, unconvinced.

“Okay. I have. But it was back then. Woodstock days, ya know. Only did it for a fun time to blend in with the masses. Pot was a lot less potent those days and I was tripping balls. I can only imagine how much of a fool I’d make of myself now.”

You scoot closer to him. “Maybe you were with the right crowd. The ones who you know would take care of you when you’re out of it. I’ll take care of you.” You hand the joint over to him. He hesitates but takes the joint and takes his puffs.

“We can finish this off and then I’ll help you cook and set up,” You assured him. He nods, letting himself relish in the effects of the joint. You can’t help but smile at how relaxed he looks. You love the moments where he choose to be vulnerable. “See doesn’t that feel good.”

“Yeah, it actually does. It’s calmed my nerves by a mile.”

“What would the fantastic Murray Bauman be nervous about?”

He looks at you for a split second then looks away handing you the joint. “It’s nothing. Just anxious to see my mother. She’s wanted me to settle down, have some kids, be something…Feel like I’ve failed in all those departments.”

“No way! She’d be so proud of you. Something my father couldn’t even fake in my case. Your mother clearly loves you based off the countless times I’ve seen her call you,” And she does call a lot. Based off the evidence you’d retrieved when you went through his house phone’s call history. “And if you hadn’t written that story about Hawkins Laboratory, I’d of never had the courage to continue pursuing my career. You’re more influential and successful than you think. In fact, I’ll even brag to your mother about how great you are even though she’ll already know that.”

“Thanks. You really know how to make an old hermit feel better,” He smiles widely. “And don’t let your father get to you about your career path. You did what you love. That’s all that matters. Screw ‘em.”

‘Screw me.’ You pleaded in your mind.

“You know I could use some cheering up, too.” You say after another drag of the joint.

“How can I be of assistance? I’ve got dad jokes galore.” He jokes.

You climb onto his lap, settling your core over his crotch. He looks up at you, confused. “I don’t need a dad. I need a daddy.”

He chokes on his spit. “Pardon?”

You put out the joint on the ashtray. “My father couldn’t give me any credit for my hard work. Even if he did I wouldn’t of cared because I’d feel more accomplished if it were you praising me instead. So please, daddy, tell me I did a good job.”

Murray is speechless, bumbling out incoherent sentences that were meant to protest this interaction.

“Tell me I’m your good girl.” You stroked his beard, moving your hips to grind lightly against the bulge forming in his pants.

“My mother will be showing up soon,” His voice is high-pitched as if he’s keeping himself from moaning. “Perhaps, ya know, we should talk this through first.”

“I won’t get off you until you tell me something. Anything. I want to know I did good.” You needed the validation from him so badly or you’d ask the world to swallow you whole.

“You…did…good. So fucking good.” He pants out. Each time your core would pass over the clothed sensitive tip of his dick, it would further take his breath away.

You move your lips so that they ghosted over his before swiping your tongue over his lips. He parts them, giving you access to slip your tongue in. You both moan into the kiss and you ground harder against him.

Your hands grip as his dark locks and he groans against your mouth at the action. His hands had palms-full of your ass cheeks guiding you over his hardness. You deepen the kiss wanting to commit his taste to memory.

Beep!Beep!Beep!

The fire detector goes off. Light smoke fills the air. Murray breaks the kiss and you whine at the loss. He lifts you off his lap and you take a moment to relish in his strength and the way his firm hands gripped your waist before plopping you down on your original seat. He runs towards the kitchen.

You sigh, wanting to through a fit at the interruption. Instead, you stood up and made your way over to kitchen as well.

“Everything okay?” You questioned.

“Yeah. Luckily, I caught it on time,” He shakes his head in disapproval. “Might be a little over done. Mother’s not gonna be happy when she sees her recipe butchered this way.”

“I’m sure it’s still delicious. I’ll begin setting up the table. And you could do anything you can to salvage this meal. Deal?” You wink and smile.

“Deal.” He smiles back.

This was the glimpse of a life you could have with him. Sweet and domestic. His mother would be proud to know Murray has a woman who cares so much for him. You were sure she’d like you.

Immediately after you’d set the table, a knock is on the door. Murray double check through his security measures before confirming it’s his mother then answered the door.

“Look at my handsome man.” The woman exclaims, putting her arms out for an embrace. Murray’s mother was quite elegant looking. She was youthful looking for her age. The warm smile she carried and the lavender cardigan and white pants combo accentuating her youth.

“Mom! Glad you made it safe. I know the cold weather’s been a little brutal. It’s great seeing you. Come on in. Dinner’s soon to be served, ” He takes her things and coat. “Also I’d like for you to meet my…friend, Y/N. I’m mentoring her. She’s a writer like me.”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Bauman.” You smiled.

“And it’s pleasure meeting you as well. Gosh, you’re so beautiful. I assumed Murray would’ve introduce you as his girlfriend.”

You giggled at her commment. ‘So she too can see how good I’d be for you. If only you did, too.’

“Mom.” Murray sighs.

“I’m only teasing.” She laughs.

He escorts her to the kitchen, pulling out a chair for her to sit. “I made risotto, mom.”

“Sound delicious,” She beams before turning his attention to you. “Murray’s always been quite the chef. Ever since he was a boy. Always was a big helper in cleaning up, too.”

You take your seat beside her, smiling “He’s a keeper.”

Once the food had been distributed the three of you quipped jokes and told stories as if it were all too familiar. You’d even drunk the vodka together.

“Ya know, I was like Jane Fonda back in my time, sticking it to the man. Stood up for the rights of women and of all people regardless of race. I’ve had my fair-share of run ins with the law for wanting to expose injustice. I’m glad to see that drive continue in my boy. And in the younger generations.” Mrs. Bauman says the last part, pointedly, at you.

“The world’s in good hands. I see great things my generation can accomplish. That’s why this full ride is so important to me. I can grow my career and write about the things that matter.”

“I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. You’ll do great things.” She genuinely expresses. You were ecstatic. If only she knew you were planning to take her one and only son all for yourself. You were going to convince him to move away with you tonight.

You look over at Murray, now in deep conversation with his mother. He looked so handsome tonight. So appetizing. You were feeling naughty. You removed one of your heels,lightly trailing your foot up his leg. You watch him jolt at the action.

“You okay, sweetie?” Mrs. Bauman asks, concerned.

“Ughh, yes.” He shoots you a look.

You smile back at him, innocently. Your foot rested on top of his crotch, rubbing his erection through his jeans. The deliciously harsh friction of the denim against his cock forces him to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning.

“You look a little pale, Murray. You sure you’re alright?” You ask, trying to hold back a devious smile.

He shoots another angry look in your direction. “Just a little chilly.” Was all he could muster out.

He discreetly reaches for your foot. Feeling the soft bottom pad of your foot against his fingers, he could only imagine how soft it’d feel against his skin. He quickly shakes off the thought, attempting to pull you off. You wouldn’t budged, pressing harder against him and circling your first toe around where you assumed his engorged tip to be. He shudders, sensitive to the touch. This was good to know for the next phase in your plan.

“Maybe we should wrap up dinner for tonight. We could watch a movie and then call it a night.”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Murray shouts, probably a little to loud, shooting up from his chair and cutting the control you had over him.

“Wonderful! Son, you’ll help me with these dishes in the kitchen. And as for you, dear, you can relax maybe prepare a vhs for us to watch.” Mrs. Bauman says resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you sure? I could help. It would be no issue.”

“No, no. You’re Murray’s guest. Relax. We’ll be right with you.”

You smiled brightly, before heading to the living room. You were livid.

‘Of course. That’s his mother, Y/N. You can’t get angry for her wanting to spend time with her son. She’s a sweet women.’ The angel side of you says. But the demon side of you says, ‘So what if she’s his mother? Murray is yours! He should be spending time with you. He hasn’t had time for you the entire week! You need to spend the little time you have with him. Why do you think she shoo’d you away? She wants to talk about you to him. To keep him away from you.”

The thought of him being deterred from your love made you sick. You tiptoed, hiding behind the wall near the kitchen.

“She’s really cute. A bit young, though.” Mrs. Bauman whispers, handing Murray a dish to dry.

“Again…she’s only an apprentice. It isn’t like that between us.”

“It doesn’t look that way in her eyes. I see the way she looks at you. She really likes you. I just don’t want you or her to get hurt. She’s a sweet girl.”

“I’m like a father-figure to her. She could be with any other man. Why on earth would she like me in that way?”

“Because you’re great, Murray. I’m not the only one that sees it. She really likes you. But she’s also young and she’s learning to discover what she likes. Whether this is just an innocent crush or if she’s actually genuinely interested, it’s up to you to allow yourself to recognize those feelings. Once you do, you’ve got to evaluate whether you let it continue or stop leading her on.”

“I’m sure your reading it’s not what we think.” He denies, he just couldn’t entertain that idea. Sure, you’d kissed him but you were just hurt by your father and the marijuana had influenced your actions. That could explain everything.

You made your way back to the living room, choosing a random movie to tune into. After the countless times you’ve shown him your desire and he still doesn’t believe it. For an intelligent man, he sure didn’t use his brain enough.

——

An hour into the movie and you notice his mother growing sleepy. You were blessed to know that you chose an absolutely boring movie although Murray seemed really into it.

Mrs. Bauman yawns and stretches. “I think I’m calling it a night, honey. Gotta get enough shuteye for the road tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay, you can take my room upstairs.” Murray offers.

“I don’t think I’ll be climbing any stairs tonight. I’m fine to take the guest room,” She takes your hand in hers. “You can stay the night, too, dear. You’ve been drinking. We don’t want you drinking and also driving in this freezing weather. Again it was great meeting you, sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning?”

“You definitely will.” You smile then looked over your shoulder at Murray who hadn’t been listening, still occupied by the movie.

When his mother went into the guest room, you gave it a few seconds. You’re heart beating as you began contemplating the final phase of your plan. You slip down to your knees in front of him. His eyes leaving the television to follow your movements. Your hands flew to undone his jeans, lifting his shirt a little to expose his soft belly.

“Are you out of your mind?” He whisper-yells. “We can’t do this. I’ve been cordial enough with you, Y/N. You and I——”

“Are two consenting adults,” You finished for him.

“Well, I’m not consenting.” He hisses, crossing his arms in front of him. To his bewilderment, you continued. He was an adorable little brat. Luckily for you, you knew a thing or two about taming one.

You resumed undoing his belt. The sounds of the clanking being the only sound in the air. It sends shiver down your spine and an ache between your legs. When you’d reached for his zipper, you lowered it very slowly, taking in every moment. You grip at the side of his jeans, trying to pull them down. He doesn’t lift his hips, just stares down at you, defiantly.

You were growing impatient. You could yell. Lose your shit. You had better ideas though. “I think I’ll handcuff you. I brought some in case you tried running,” You ran a finger along the happy trail on his tummy. “Maybe I’d have your dick out and call your mom in here. Make her watch me suck you off.”

He’s horrified, but why does his dick jump at the shameful thought. You dig your fingers into his thighs further, your sharp nails basically penetrating the denim.

“Or maybe I should choke you til your out cold. I could have some fun with you and you’ll just be forced to take it.” You chuckle, darkly.

“Who are you? What have you done with Y/N?”

“You can be really stupid sometimes, daddy,” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve always been this way. I’ve been obsessed with you from the moment I read your work. I’ve watched you from afar. I’ve studied your schedule. Tracked you down, in hopes that once we met that you’d fall in love with me. You’ve been playing so hard to get though.” You shove down his boxers, tightly grasping his cock. His hand flew up to his mouth muffling a moan. He’s extremely sensitive to touch.

“You need a woman’s touch. I can feel it every time you touch lingers against my skin,” You plant kisses on his bell, jerking in him in his boxers. “Fuck, your cock is so big, daddy.” You whispered before dipping your tongue in his belly button.

He groans. “Y/N, let’s just forget any of this happened. We could chock it up as the vodka talking. You don’t mean any of this.”

“No, I’m not Y/N anymore. Not right now. I’m your good little girl.”

“This is so messed up,” He groans once again, feeling your grip tighten around him. “My mother could walk in on us at any moment.”

“Then quit being so loud.” You release him from his confinement, immediately wrapping your lips around the leaking tip of his penis.

“Fuuuuu—ck.” He stutters out a moan too loud for his liking. His hips lift up causing him to go deeper into your warm mouth. You take this opportunity to lower his jeans and boxers enough so that they’d pool around his ankles then shoved him back down on the couch.

“Patience,” You smile up at him. You taking his hands in yours. You observed the hair on his arms. You love the hairy manliness he carried. He wasn’t the conventional man’s man but he was just the kind you loved. He could be in touch with his feminine side while still having the rugged, hairy look. You kiss the underside of each arm, caressing him with your thumbs. “You know what���s really messed up though? The fact that you would’ve been okay letting me go without having a taste of you. I’d hurt myself. I’d hurt you and anyone really if I never got the chance to have you inside me.”

You deep throat him without warning, your hand finding his balls to squeeze. He pulls up his shirt and bites down at the fabric to restraint his pleasure. Not wanting to give into you just yet.

It didn’t matter to you that he’d still kept his bratty attitude. You were enjoying the feeling on him in your mouth. You’d gone feral. Bobbing your head up and down and sucking him as of he were the world’s tastiest lollipop. His cock was so magic to you. Like a beautifully presented offering, it was the perfect size. Not too long, but really thick and veiny with a slight curve.You can only imagine how many times he’ll manage to make you cum with it.

While one hand continued playing with his balls, the other roamed up and down his chest. Every now and then, you’d tug on the dark curls of his pubes in time with one hard suck, making him gasp.

“Am I doing a good job, daddy?” You say while licking the slit of his tip, tasting more of the salty pre-cum. He doesn’t answer. You tug harder at his pubes. “I asked you a question.”

He whines. “Yes. You’re doing great.”

“Then call me a good girl. Now.” You narrow your eyes at him.

“You’re a good girl. My good girl.” He hisses when you plant your mouth on his balls sucking one into your mouth while jerking the top half of his dick.

You pull away with a soft pop, eyes twinkling at the idea that he’s claiming you. “I’m your good girl?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” He pants.

“Then say it again. Need to hear it,” You were drenched. Your slick causing your thong to slide with ease over your wet pussy. You clenched your thighs together to suppress the dull pain of not having him pounding you. Hoping to get rid of the ache between your legs, your hand travels down your panties. You rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers wet with your juices and dripping down your inner thighs. “Say it again for me, daddy.”

“You’re a good girl,” Murray spots you touching yourself. His voice now entirely lust-filled. He could blame the vodka or the marijuana all he wanted but he knew deep down that he’s wanted you for so long. Something about knowing that you’d been obsessed with him made him want to take you the way you’ve dreamed of it. “Can I taste you? Please, my sweet girl.” He begs.

You had an idea. Standing on your two feet, you gesture for him to lay flat on his back on the couch. He does, looking up at you in anticipation.

You pull off your clothes. He admires your body; breath taken away. All his morals going out the window. Not even thinking about his mother possibly walking into the devious sight. Just as you went for your thong, he stops you. “Keep those please. I wanna suck the juices from them, too.”

You moan at his words, nodding. You climb over him. Swinging your legs over his face, your quivering wet core and backside faced him. You stretched removing his sandals and pulling his boxers and pants completely off his body.

Your mouth is back on him like you’d never left, coating his cock with a heavy amount of your saliva. He finds this sex position fascinating. He’s only ever know doggy and missionary. A simple man, he is. But here you were to show him the ropes.

He basks in the way your tongue caresses every square footage of skin. You lightly bite his tip and he bucks at the sensation. This brings him back to reality and soon he puts his mouth to use. He sucks at the thin fabric of your panty’s strip, savoring your sweet taste that soaked it. Once he was sure, he’d gotten every drop, he pushes the underwear to the side, licking a shy stripe up your core. You shudder and cry out at the cool sensation of his saliva against your pussy. You roll your hips, searching for his face so he’d continue. He slaps a large hand on your ass. You yelp at the contact.

“Shhhh.” He hushes you. He rubbing at the cheek then bringing a hand down on the other. He buries his face into your pussy and you could feel yourself sent into another dimension. No way can someone be that good. You’d abandoned sucking him off, resorting to jerking him. Too blissed out to continue. You just kept moaning softly and riding his face. He didn’t seem to mind, wrapping his arms around your waist. He dips a tongue into you entrance, his fingertips gripping your ass to force you down and ride the thick, wet appendage. The hairs of his beard tickles your inner thigh and cunt but it only added to the intense pleasure.

He ate you out as if he were devouring the lips on your face. “Ungh! You’re gonna make me cum so hard.” Your eyes roll back.

He motor boats your pussy, the vibrations causing you to gush your cream on his face and beard. Your vision is spotty as you tried your best to gain your breathing. He’s groaning against you, tongue fucking in and out to slurp at your liquids. You pull off his face at the overstimulation as he continued to suck hard at your little bud.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven.” He breathes out; a hand on his chest as it rose and fell. “I love the way you rode my face. Didn’t want you to stop, babygirl.”

“I’ve got other plans. Stand up for me.” You say, biting your lip. He follows your command, watching your every move. You face the couch, kneeling on its cushions. You bent yourself over the top half of the couch, swaying your hips side to side.

“I want you to fuck me into submission.” You say over your shoulder.

“You’re killing me.” He groans. “We can’t do this here. At least let’s go up to my bedroom. We can be loud…ish.”

“But I want to get fucked now. Right here. I promise I’ll be quiet.

“Yes, but I’m not so sure I will be.” Murray laughs a dry laugh.

“Then cover your mouth, daddy. It gets me so wet thinking of you fucking me right here in this living room when at anymore we could get caught.”

“You’re a menace.” He says, shaking his head at your vulgarity.

“You love it. Now take off the shirt and take me.”

He couldn’t believe he was doing this but, as if his legs were on autopilot, he positions himself behind you. He pulls your underwear down just enough to reveal your puffy, glistening lips to him. Murray wastes no time running his length through your folds, worried that he might come from the sight of your dripping cunt alone. Hell, he’d nearly came when you’d kissed all over his body. He forces the large head of his cock passed your folds. The pressure causing you to cry out. He stills.

You attempt to roll your hips back but he immediately stops you. You can hear restraint in his voice. “No. I need a moment or this will be very quick.”

Murray contemplates removing his glasses. If he doesn’t clearly see the image of himself penetrating you, then he won’t cum so fast. However, he wanted so badly to watch your tight pussy stretch around him. So, decides to keep them, choosing to suffer and hold off his impending end.

“I gotta be real here, hun. I definitely won’t last very long. Ya know, it’s been a while. Like Forever.”

Yes, you 100% knew that it’s been a while for him. Good. No other women could have him. None could handle his core-splitting cock the way you could. You’d take anything for him.

You remove his grip from your waist, slowly rocking back and forth and taking him deeper each time you went down. “That’s okay, daddy. You don’t have to last long. I just want to feel you.” You moan out the last part when you feel him taking control of the thrusts. “Shit, you feel so good inside me.”

His thumbs loop around each sides of your lacy underwear which were being held up by your thigh clamped together. He tugs at the thin material using it like reigns controlling a horse as he pulled you down and plowed deeper into your pillowy channel.

“*ты такая тугая.” Murray growls in Russian. Leaning in, his large hand clasps over your mouth. He’s pummeling harder into you. The sexiness and deep, rich tone of his voice when speaks Russian elicits more of your juices to flow onto his cock. Your nails sink into the hard frame of the back of the couch, practically screaming into his hand at this point.

“Oh my god. It’s so fucking good.” You rode back against him equally as hard. Then he pulls out. You barely have time to shoot him an angry and confused look; he flips you around. He removes your underwear, tossing it to the side and positions you in a way where your head is against the back cushion and your legs are bent at the knees and nearly touching your shoulders. You were folded in half. His hands rested on the backs of your knees, holding you in place. He lowers himself to his knees so that his cock levels with your core. With no hands, he pushes inside you swiftly, squelching noises filling the silence.

Your mouth hangs open. You were still astonish by his thickness and being so filled. “**Блядь.” Murray curses. He flipped you over in hopes to see your blissed out face before he came. He takes his index and middle finger, spanking your clit repeatedly until finally having the mercy to rub frantically at it. You quivered at the sensations he’d blessed you with. The attention on your clit, his beautiful cock thrusting deep into your depths, and the blissed out look on his face was sending you over the edge.

He takes his other hand and roughly plucks each nipple, rolling it between his fingers. You explore his body letting your fingers gently stroke his soft belly then move up to touch his chest hair, then his dark locks. He’s going to cum soon and your hands all over him didn’t help.

“I’m gonna cum, babygirl.” He pushes your legs further against your chest; your knees digging into your shoulders. He draws your first toe into his mouth, sucking on it fervently before whispering a breathy plea. “I want you to cum with me but I don’t think you’re there.”

“Cum in me please. Make me yours. Make me round and full of your babies, Murray, please,” This was your plan all along. You were going to have his babies and he’d eventually come live in New York with you as Husband and Wife. “Fill me up, daddy.”

“Oh my god. You have such a filthy fucking mouth. My precious little girl,” His hands leave your legs, allowing you the freedom to spread them wider. Murray shoves the same fingers that played with your clit into your mouth. You sucked them as if they were his cock. He brings the spit-soaked fingers down on the little nub once again, toying with you. “I’m gonna give you all of it. I won’t let you regret choosing to fall for me, babygirl. I’ll show. I can be a great daddy.”

You moaned, yanking him by the gold chain around his neck, pressing your lips together as he continued to pound hard inside you. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, you earnestly suck at it enjoying the taste of his saliva mixed with your juices and hard liquor. The frenzied sound of your wetness splashing around between your bodies taking you to high points of heaven. Simultaneously, you let out a groan that imitated the sound of growling. You hadn’t expected to orgasm but it happened so fast you didn’t remember where the build up began. Your gummy walls constrict around Murray’s ridged cock. You convulse, wrapping your whole arm around your lower face to stifle your moans.

Your core quivers and coats another layer of your creamy slickness on his cock. Murray gives one hard thrust after the other in short, hard, bursts; rope after rope of his warm cum filling your cunt. You shudder with each thrust, his hand gently wrapping around your neck. He pulls out of you, watching your heartbeat through your quaking, swollen folds.

“Goddamn. That was incredible. I think I saw God,” Murray collapses on the couch seat beside you. Your chests heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He looks down at the cum now seeping out of you. Quietly, Murray makes his way to the guest bathroom coming back with a small wet towel. He runs the warm cloth on your pussy and gathering the liquid that ran down your thighs. You looked down at him and smiled. You were in love and the sight of him crouching down to clean between your legs was something you’ll burn into your memory. “Sorry.”

“No. I asked for this.” You yawned, completely fucked out and sore.

Murray gathers your clothes before picking you up and over his shoulder like an actual caveman. “We’re going to bed.”

God, you loved to be manhandled by him. You couldn’t wait to have more sessions like these so that you can see just how aggressive he could be.

Once you were carried to his bed, he wrapped you in his blanket and you took the chance to inhale the sheets. Everything smelled like his cologne and the bed was so warm and soft, you wanted to implant this memory forever.

“You think you’re mom heard us?” You slurred, exhausted and still very tipsy.

“Gosh, I hope not. I don’t think I’d be able to face her if she did.” He cringes, clenching his teeth. He climbs into the bed beside you, putting his glasses away on the nightstand and pulling your back against his chest. You could feel that he’s wearing his boxers once again. Bummer.

“Well, I hope so. Maybe then she’ll understand that we’re perfect for each other.” You smirked.

“You’re a menace,” He shakes his head, his mouth by your ear. “What ever will I do with you?”

“I can think of several things you can do with me. But we’ll have plenty of days for those.”

“Hm.” Murray acknowledges your comment but he’s slowly drifting to sleep.

You can feel him getting heavier as he drifts away. You snuggle up closer to him waiting until he falls asleep and you whisper, “We’ll be together forever.”

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In the morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You can smell breakfast being prepared downstairs. Grabbing an oversized t-shirt and his robe, you headed downstairs to join them.

Their backs were turned to you cooking away. You smiled when you noticed Murray look back at you, his eyes widening when he’d notice you in his clothes. His mother looking in your direction to see the spectacle.

“Good Morning, Mrs. Bauman. Did you have a pleasant rest last night?” You smile, innocently.

To your surprise, she smiles back. Then she crosses her arms over herself, raises and eyebrow and says in a teasing tone, “I see you two shared the bed last night. Was the pullout uncomfortable?”

You laughed. Murray spits out his drink, eyes wide and cheeks red. “Mom, is that really necessary?”

“The pullout ‘bed’, Murray,” She says as clarification. “Don’t be such a child.” Mrs. Bauman jokes, winking at him.

The rest of breakfast was pleasant aside from the awkward moment when Mrs. Bauman admitted hearing some parts of you and Murray’s rendezvous. It was all worth it to you, though. In the end, you got the man of your dreams in the palms of your hands. If you’d soon bare his child, he’d never leave you. He was yours to keep and you were going to reiterate that in hopes that he’ll follow you to New York. If he doesn’t come with you, well…then it’ll be nothing to take him with you by force. After all, you’ve waited long and patiently for him. You deserved this.

* ты такая тугая = “You’re so tight.”

** Блядь = “Fuck”

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could you do hc for murrays kinks? i feel like this man would definitely be into some interesting stuff 🥴

ok! 🤭

murray bauman's kinklist (top 5) ✨

ask and you shall recieve, fellow murray whores.

oral (giving)~

now, this isn't to say he wouldn't be partial to some head himself, but i see him as one of those guys. they just actively enjoy every second of it, yk? linking to the others, i think being a dom!switch, he'd love that it's one of these complex acts that could facilitate his role of being either the dominating or the dominated.

after so much practice, he likely knows his way around a pussy too; and most definitely utilizes that to have your thighs shaking around his lips and fingers. buuut, he's the one dependent on the pussy; if you're not giving, he's not getting - so doing exactly as you say, be it riding his face or being splayed out on the bed, he's almost entirely dependent on you to provide those soft whines, moans and sticky juices; so it's sort of a win-win to him, tbh.

poses and positions~

a man of the 70s, i'd be surprised if he wasn't one of those people. he's pretty familiar with the classic literature and media *cough* kama sutra *cough* in which to find out his favorite positions, and i think he'd get a real kick from being able to get to all those hard-to-reach places with his fingers, mouth and cock, ngl.

i also see him as a big fan of fucking you in a bunch of places, too - like, not just his bedroom, but anywhere in his house. different surfaces provide different opportunities, and he'd dig being able to make good use of the counters, couches, floors, walls, chairs, stairs-u get my gist; paired with the varying poses, i think it would just add some extra spontaneity and difference to your sex life, and his martial arts practice can't not be used as evidence for this-

dirty talking and degradation~

a little more classic, he'd be down for this both ways too. he's a switch at heart, but is ofc down to play a more strict!dom role if you'd like, so i think dirty talking would be a surefire way to establish some dominance for both of you. he's less for specific names, but more for degrading how you're taking things - "taking it hard, you like like that, don't you baby?", "nhgnh-fuck, you're too tight for me-gotta relax, sweetheart" or "shit, doll, you're all wet and sticky for me, aren't you? g'nna let me slurp it all up, isn't that right baby??"

similarly, he's down for you to give your own responses, although likely either with some answers or straight up degrading to him, too (i think this depends on the kind of power play tbh). ideally, working the angle that makes him feel the dirtiest has the best results. calling him names is likely the way to go; slut, dirty, gross, pervert, creep, etc. things that obvs aren't really true although make him feel embarrassed for getting so horned up - but only serve to make him buck harder into your swollen, sticky pussy.

exhibitionism/voyeurism~

yeah, so he lives pretty out there (like literally in the middle of nowhere lmao), but i think that might increase the likelihood of some pseudo-public stuff tbh. coupled with his love of different surfaces to and positions to fuck you in/with, i'd say having you pressed up against his giant lounge window, looking into the garden or front road ?? his jam.

he seems like a dude that's pretty chill and matter-of-fact when he isn't on the rampage looking to prove a conspiracy, so getting you all worked up in his car, on a balcony or in front of a window is likely smth he'd appreciate. if not just for posterity reasons, it'd be bc he's a horndog and doesn't really give a rat's ass where you'd be doing it, as long as he gets to see you come undone in front of him. and if someone else happens to witness it too ?? 'oops-' but he dgaf

food/temperature!play~

maybe unconventional, but i think this would tie into a bunch of lowkey kinks too: homemaker fetish, mommy/daddy!play (depending on the day), his interest in more sticky/sweaty foreplay too, yk? the concept of you sat in his lap, grinding down onto his hardened dick; all the while slurping loudly on a popsicle, sweating through your lowcut, tight tank top and looking him dead in the eyes as you do it?? ngl he's definitely gotten off to that fantasy or smth like it at least a couple times.

likewise, classic 'sexy' foods are game for both of you; honey, fruits, syrups are the go-tos though. he's more interested in seeing you eat, but he's not impartial for some shared desserts or mutual hickeys-meet-strawberry syrup. paired up with his love of sloppy, messy play, having you eat something sticky and sweet, right in front of him, only to start languidly giving him some lazy, open-mouthed kisses would be an excellent form of foreplay for him.

hope you liked this; i sound so cliche for saying it, but i've been having a tad bit of writer's block (or legit just lethargy).

but if you'd like something like this for another character, request here!

tags, for the whores:

@bruhlsbees, @lola--ebola, @spicedchaiandromeda - it's, it's just y'all and me. no one else sees him this way, and that's ok. 🤭

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The ST adults (Jim, Joyce, Antonio, Murray and Karen) having an s/o that’s a bush/rural/wildfire firefighter [idk what you call em in the states. Specifically someone that deals with natural fires not structural/house fires]????

Hii it's ok! I'm gonna do your other request tomorrow as I'm done for today

STRANGER THINGS ADULTS X FIRE RANGER! TRANSMASC! READER

CHARACTERS: Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers, Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov, Murray Bauman, Karen Wheeler

GENDER: masc (trans)

CW: mention of fire, slight mention of sexual content, I'll change the color of it so you can just skip it, it's not detailed

WORD COUNT: 720+

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JIM HOPPER

-he absolutely admires you

-he knows it's a dangerous job

-he always tells you to be careful

-how hypocritical of him

-considering you both have unstable schedules it's very rare that you have time for yourselves

-but when you do, you cherish every moment of it

-wether it's just cuddles, cooking something together, or bedroom stuff ;)

-he was surprised that you have such a physical job being so young and female bodied

-males usually have more muscles and body mass

-but you told him how hard you work

-he admires you even more after that

-you both have scars

-so you like telling each other how you got them

-he's very proud of you

-tells everyone his partner is a fire ranger

-if he burns something in the kitchen he always calls you for help

-El makes fun of him for that

JOYCE BYERS

-she's so excited and worried at the same time

-she worries you'll get hurt or something worse

-but with all that's been happening those past few years she still worries, but not so much

-she thinks you're so brave

-putting out large fires

-in such a dangerous environment

-the fact that you're trans doesn't change anything for her

-most people would be scared to do this job, no matter their gander

-on that note

-she sometimes gets turned on by your bravery

-but in the middle of you making out she starts thinking about the dangerous scenarios and gets anxious

-so this doesn't lead to anything

-Will likes to listen to your stories

-about how you were almost trapped in the forest

-or how you saved a family who lived at the end of town near a forest

-Joyce thinks it's cool in theory

-but she can't listen to it when she knows you're involved

DMITRI 'ENZO' ANTONOV

-he secretly thinks you're a badass

-he'll never tell you this tho

-he just shrugs and says "I've delt with worse"

-you roll your eyes to this

-doesn't care that you're trans

-this type of things don't matter to him

-he likes to call you 'firefighter' instead of referring to you by your name

-"nu firefighter, what heroic stuff did you do today?"

-when you tell him stories, especially the cooler (dangerous) ones he loses focus halfway he starts kissing you

-he says he doesn't care about your work, but it really turns him on

-secretly jerks off to imagining you in your uniform

-if you reunite with his kid he tells him to go ask you about your 'adventures' when he's tired or annoyed

-when asked what his partner does, he says it so casually

-but he's really proud

MURRAY BAUMAN

- oh he's REALLY interested in your work

-when you tell him you're a fire ranger he asks you all about it

-but like complicated questions

-cause he knows a lot about this

-occasionally likes to discuss conspiracy theories about the fire department and just fires

-everytime there's something related to fire he says "you should know, you're a fire ranger" or something along this line

-when you tell him you're trans he just just looks at you confused and says "okay?"

-like it's not relevant

-cause it's really not

-after his Karate lessons he likes to demonstrate new moves he learned

-asks you "can you do that ranger? I bet you can't"

-you like to sit in the bath together and discuss your days

-also to gossip

-he think you're the perfect partner for him

-cause he's so cool and you're so cool and that's how it should be

KAREN WHEELER

-as soon as you told her you're a fire ranger she was sold

-she thinks you're the coolest and hottest person alive

-tells all her friends about you

-and retells all the stories you tell her

-always asks if you a new one to tell

-tells Holly you're a hero

-asks if you work with women

-and if they're hotter than her

-likes to use fire terminology in bed

-"you're so hot" "I'm burning you better come help me firefighter"

-she literally thinks it's so hot

-tells you you're 100% hotter than all the guys she's been with

-and so far you're the best in bed she had

-she hopes you're the last

-she really fell for you

-nancy is happy for her

-she finally found someone she loves who also loves her

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[boredwrites]

could you write some dbf (dad's best friend) murray x reader headcanons? reader is hopper's adult kid?

DBF!Murray Bauman headcanons

Murray Bauman x gn!reader

Thanks for being my first request!

Warnings: Legal age gap, sexual hints if you squint, not proofread

Masterlist

When your dad, Jim Hopper, first met Murray, he didn’t trust him around you. He kept him and you away from each other just in case.

You were 19 when you and Murray first met. You dropped something off for your dad at work that he forgot at home. You saw Murray and thought nothing of him until you addressed your dad and he was curious. Jim never told him about you.

You thought he was eccentric and his personality intrigued you. Why didn’t your dad want you to know about him? He was such a silly guy.

You and Murray stayed friends for a while, nothing more. As time went on, you both became best friends. Talking about wild theories and crimes and mysteries you thought you both could solve. Becoming close showed both of you your true selves. It took Murray some more time than you, though.

Witty banter and snarky remarks back and forth melded with flirty comments as jokes. This displeased your dad greatly but you both shrugged it off. You both were inseparable.

Until Murray moved away to Illinois. When he called to let you know, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind without a second thought.

"Can I come with you?"

The silence over the phone was deafening. The first thought that came to Murray’s head was yes. You two would be away from annoying people and you could decipher codes, solve mysteries, talk about theories and work together. But what would your dad think?

You reassured Murray that you’re an adult and you can make your own choices. You tell him you’ll talk to your dad and put your foot down about your choice about moving with Murray.

Of course, your dad doesn’t take it very well. He very reluctantly gives in and watches you pack your things with sad eyes. He made you promise to call him every day. He’s sure gonna miss you.

Now in your new home in Illinois you can finally relax without your dad breathing down your neck about what you’re doing when you’re with Murray. Not that you both were planning anything. Yet.

A few months of friendly bickering and jokingly flirting went by before actual feelings started to arise. Murray’s eccentric personality made you laugh and he made you feel welcome and listened to when you talked about things other people would stay away from.

Murray loved that about you. He loved that someone else was just as interested in unlikely things as he was. The way you explained your theories and how you gave your hypotheses about unsolved mysteries intrigued him more and more.

Murray being Murray, he saw right through you. He knew how you felt about him and he didn’t hide that he knew. He just wasn’t sure if it was safe to act on these feelings. Neither were you.

Things were a bit awkward for a few days. Glances from across the room, hidden blushes, overthinking about small things each other did for the other.

One day you suggested as an attempt to loosen the tension you’d play a board game. But during the game it was both your and Murray’s breaking points.

Lips moved together and hands wandered over bodies before you both agreed to forget about the stupid board game and move to the bedroom.

The morning after was surprisingly not that awkward. Both of you felt the same consented to act on your feelings. To say it was a good night would be an understatement.

You woke up in an empty bed but smelled eggs and coffee. He was making you guys breakfast like a cherry on top after a night like that. You could get used tho this side of him. Was he always this sweet?

As time went on you could confirm; yes, he was always this sweet with someone he loves. It was very rare, though, for him to be this sweet when in public or you had the rare visitor.

You kept your relationship a secret from your dad until both you and Murray thought it was time to tell him. As you could imagine, he wasn’t happy with the news.

Some fits of rage and a few nights getting wasted later, your dad came to his senses and accepted it. Besides, the worst Murray could do was annoy the hell out of your poor old dad.

Anyway

Murray loves to wake up before you to make you breakfast. Most mornings you wake up to the smell of eggs or toast or sometimes pancakes and always with a side of coffee made just the way you like it.

Murray is very observant so he picks up on small things. Things you like and dislike, what makes you happy and sad, what makes you relaxed and anxious. He notices every tiny shift in your mood, tone or even the way you style your hair or clothes.

We all know how easily annoyed Murray is. When you first moved in together, there was a lot that you did that annoyed him. Now, not so much. So it takes quite a bit to start actual fights. When you do get into fights, he makes a lot of sarcastic remarks and if he’s not careful, he says things that can hurt you.

Murray is used to people being upset with him. But when it’s you who’s upset, he can’t stand it. He’d do almost anything to make it up to you, even if he was right in the first place.

He doesn’t like going outside so he’ll set up a cozy candle lit dinner with the most sincere apology he could muster. You’d have to be a fool not to accept it.

Murray isn’t a pet name kinda guy. He’ll only use “darling” if he’s jealous or if he’s trying to get you in a mood. Or both. But he’s not objected to you using pet names for him. Just please don’t use cheesy ones.

If you hadn’t guessed already, Murray does not want kids. He’s dead set on that.

Nor does he want any pets. With a lot of convincing, he might consider a quiet pet like a snake. Yes, if he has to choose, he’d go for a snake. Preferably a ball python.

Murray doesn’t mind the age gap. Sure young people annoy him, but it always entertains him to see you wildly express your emotions and not be some grumpy old spouse. It’s sometimes a refresher to him.

Murray is a silly, eccentric guy who seems like he hates everyone. But to you he’s a silly, eccentric guy who’s your whole world.

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[fictionalwhxre]

Stranger Things Preferences

Their Pet names for you

(Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, Dmitri Antonov, Jim Hopper, Alexei, Murray Bauman, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Henry)

A/N: My first preference! There will be quite a few of these so if you'd like to be tagged in them please let me know in the comments :) Also any Russian is taken straight from google translate so pre-apologies if I have butchered it!

Steve Harrington

Steve keeps his pet names quite generic, baby, babe, sweetheart. It’s not so much the names he uses but how he says them. Most of the time he’s most comfortable using the shortened version of your name, but the amount of affection he would put into it would still make you melt. If he’s being especially flirtatious you’d even occasionally get doll, he doesn’t miss the effect it has on you when he calls you that.

Eddie Munson

Eddie is as theatrical with his pet names as he is with anything else in life. He loves to call you princess, especially during Hellfire meetings when he can incorporate you into his campaign. I think Eddie would switch between a few pet names to try to keep it interesting, baby, sunshine, sweetheart. It doesn’t matter what he calls you it never fails to give you butterflies. Let’s not pretend that if you two are hanging out in his trailer while you joke around and play air guitar together that he doesn’t call you his little Rockstar.

Billy Hargrove

Billy’s pet names for you depend on two things; his mood, and who you are around. In public you're only getting the less heartfelt pet names, he refers to you as his girl a lot in front of other people. Not only does he love the small smile it brings to your face but it also feeds into his possessive side, knowing that everyone knows you are his. When you're alone and have been together for a while, Billy finally shows a softer side of himself. He will compliment you a lot and attach all soft of pet names to those compliments, baby, sugar, sweet thing, still loving to resort to calling you his girl. You're mad at him and he’s trying to make it up to you? Get ready for him to bargain his was back into your arms, wrapping his arms around you as he whispers in your ear, “Come on sweetheart, you know you can’t stay mad at me.”

Jonathan Byers

This soft, shy, adorable baby will probably be hesitant to use pet names for a long time. I honestly doubt you would hear them until you two begin to get intimate and he’s too lost in the moment to think about what he’s saying. He’s pussy drunk and rambling into your neck, pet names would all be soft and sweet while he’s chasing his high, beautiful and sweetheart would be at the top of this list. Getting high in his room? This sweet man would tell you how you're his sunshine, rambling on in his delirium about how you light up his life.

Dmitri Antonov

While this man’s English is very good, he still prefers to use pet names in Russian. There’s something about the way he looks at you with his intense gaze as he slips back into his native tongue that just turns you into an absolute puddle. His favourites include котенок (kitten) and моя любовь (my love). The thought of this man holding you while you curl up in bed for the night, arms wrapped around you while he whispers endearing words in Russian into your ear is enough to bring butterflies to your stomach.

Jim Hopper

Let’s not pretend like for a goooooood while this man affectionately refers to you as kid even if you are barely a few years younger than him. He’s a tough shell of a man that will refuse to open up or show his feelings for a long time, but when he does you realise its worth the wait. He doesn’t throw around pet names and words of endearment a lot as he prefers to save them for moments when he feels it’s right. When it’s just the two of you and you’re sharing a soft moment, sometimes referring to you as darling in his softer moments. Occasionally you might even get a cheeky baby.

Alexei

Another Russian baby, this adorable man will always call you pet names in Russian, it doesn’t matter if his English does eventually get better. It just means more to him coming from his native tongue. His regular go to include голубь (Dove) and Милый (Darling). Although, Murray taught him how Americans also use Pumpkin as a term of endearment as a way to screw with you both and now it’s one of Alexei’s favourite things to call you. Jokes on Murray because seeing Alexei’s face light up as he reaches for you and calls you pumpkin is enough to fall even more in love with him.

Murray Bauman

I feel like Murray cannot find it in himself to call you soft names to start off with. He’s still confused by the fact that you even want to be with him, he’s not going to possibly embarrass himself further using some pet name that might cross some invisible line he’s set up for himself. He refers to you as lady a lot, or another unique name that fits your looks or personality. Once this man is comfortable and more secure in your relationship I think the names would still stay light and not too sensitive. You would definitely get honey a lot, I don’t think Murray would be able to resist yelling through the house when he got home, “Honey, I’m home!”

Robin Buckley

Robin would also keep her pet names generic just like her bestie Steve, but less out of originality and more just to play it safe. Robin would have some insecurities going into a relationship after all the careful steps she took just to get to where you two are now. She is hesitant at first to say the wrong thing so she sticks to a lot of sweetheart and babe. One day you were spending time together and she slipped up and called you buttercup. She panicked for a second worrying what you would think of the nickname, but seeing your smile wiped all of those worries away and it became one of her favourite pet names so far.

Argyle

Okay so we all know this cutie is not gonna call you any conventional pet names unless he’s sober which is almost never. You’re going to get a lot of my dude and bro but he does really mean it affectionately with you. Other than that you’re definitely going to get a lot of made up names that mean absolutely nothing but to him they mean a lot wicked lady, cream puff, anything. He would totally refer to you as “my queen” when he lets you into the van which he refers to as your chariot. Your favourite pet name would be the time he said “My pretty girl is gonna get all the pizza she wants” he couldn’t understand your reaction as you couldn’t thing of what to say next after hearing Argyle call you his pretty girl.

Henry Creel / 001

I whole heartedly believe this man would refer to you as pet. He does mean it endearingly but he also can't resist how you scrunch your nose up at hearing the teasing term. He also uses a lot of “My little...” whether it be bird, bunny, dove. He constantly feels the need to protect you and he shows that in his terms of endearment by referring to you as small and innocent. I know this man would call you his good girl, and you will have to pry that thought out of my cold dead hands.

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[curlygirllex]

Who Is Your Stranger Things Boyfriend? (DILF Edition)

Inspired by vintage Cosmopolitan quizzes! A very important addition to this series. All questions are gender neutral. ♡ July 1986

Quiz I - Steve, Eddie and Argyle

Quiz II - Steve, Jonathan and Billy

Quiz III - Jonathan, Steve and Eddie

P.S. Who Is Your Stranger Things Girlfriend? will be posted next week!

Warnings - Questions about sex and mention of marijuana use.

#jim hopper x reader #dmitri antonov x reader #murray bauman x reader #stranger things x reader #jim hopper #enzo stranger things #murray bauman #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4

[thebackseatofjimsblazer]

You write for murray oh my gosh!!! I love that big weirdo man, could you maybe write some fluff for him x female reader (or gn!reader whatever floats your boat) I don't really have any plot in mind just him in all his weirdness being fluffy

Pairing: BFF!Murray x reader

Word count: 603

Rating: literally G dawg

Summary: You escape to Murray to chill out and he’s just being his goofy goober self.

A/N: i literally don’t now how to write fluff, im so sorry that its so short anon. Also, i didnt use any kind of pronouns or ”y/n”. Vv gender neutral tbh If you have requests, send them my way, i promise im so much better at writing than this lmaooo

You wanted to call Murray to give him a heads up before you left for his place, but he didn’t answer when you did. So, two hours into your drive, you had wondered if he’d even be there. But when you rang his doorbell, it was clear that he was. 

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” You ask, walking in and being met with open arms. Murray hugs you, letting the rubber band of stress finally release.

“I swear, they should make a screening for all calls. A way for me to know what you’re calling for before I answer… oh wait, that’s an answering machine,” He chuckles. “Anyways, what brings you here?” He leads the both of you further into his place. The comfort of no responsibility relaxes you, allowing the tension from your shoulders to disappear.

“I just needed a timeout from life… a-and my day to day craziness. I just needed a glass of vodka and some Murray time.” You smile. A wide grin pushes itself onto Murray’s face, reaching all the way to his eyes. It felt good to see him smile like that. To smile because he knew that the friendship the two of you had was meaningful for the both of you. 

Four hours, two glasses of vodka each, and a whole roll of tinfoil later, the both of you were walking around his place like robots; tinfoil wrapped around your forearms, chests, and shins.

“Why did you talk me into using all of my tinfoil?” He asks, laughter billowing from his chest. 

“Because, I didn’t bring any with me. Plus, you buy the super duty kind. What do people even use it for? Oh my God, Murray… Do you use the super duty foil to make tin hats?” You joke, letting a couple snorts of laughter escape your nose. Murray looks at you with his head tilting, arms dropping from the angles they were at it from his pretend robot persona.

“Ha… ha… ha… very funny. Of course I don’t use this to make tin hats,” he responds. You give him a look with your brow raised and hands perched on your hips before he continues, “I use melted down food strainers like the professionals.” This makes the both of you laugh, fits of giggles taking you over. 

This… This is what you needed. What you sought Murray out after. You needed this humor from him so that you could be distracted from everything else in your life. Well, you needed his humor and one other thing. 

“Hey Murray…” You draw out his name for the effect, tilting your head and moving closer to him. Murray sighed before interrupting you.

“You want risotto, don’t you?” He asked. You nod your head and clap your hands triumphantly as the two of you walked to the kitchen. “Unbelievable. Just when I think you’re here for my boyish good looks, you prove me wrong and take me for all I’m worth.” He jokes, bringing out all of the essentials to make his risotto. 

This is exactly what you were looking for. This was better than anything in the world right now. When you go back to your life in Hawkins, you’ll have a new sense of happiness and memories of your favorite goofball. But for now, you focus on his jokes. On the way he gets you out of your shell. You focus on the way he helps you navigate your emotions. And you definitely focus on the way be pretends to fight off invisible enemies with his wooden spoon, risotto stuck to the end of it and all. 

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[bruhlsbees]

omg i loved that nsfw alphabet!! could u maybe elaborate on the foot job, toys (him sat watching u) and jack off (into ur panties) ones??? i adore your writing!!🤭

hiii, nony!! i kinda just wrote a quick lil smut involving all three of these! hope you enjoy!! <3

here is the original post for those who haven't read it!!

warnings: smut (kissing feet, female masturbation, male masturbation, squirting, female rec. oral, fingering) minors do not interact

pairing: murray bauman x afab!reader

a/n: hiii, nony!! i kinda just wrote a quick lil smut involving all three of these! hope you enjoy!! &lt;;3 here is the original post for those who haven't read it!! didn't go heavy with the footjob stuff in this one but i def think he's into feet stuff like giving massages and having you rub him through his pants with your feet <3

tagging my favorite fellow murray whore @cuethediscoandthedrinks

he couldn't get over how easy it was for you to turn him on.

he used to love the foreplay in your relationship, love to tease you and make you shake in his arms through your overstimulated orgasm. now he was lucky if he even made it past your first orgasm without fucking himself into you.

tonight was proving to be no different with his current dilemma, watching as you lay in bed over the covers in your pink babydoll lingerie set, matching pink stockings that made your legs look so nice.

what was missing, however, was the sheer pair of panties you wore that night. instead of on you, or around your ankles, or even discarded on the floor, they were in his hand, wrapped around his swollen cock as he fucked them.

watching as murray leaned back in the chair, hips thrusting up as his right hand continued to pump his dick, the pink sheer panties loosely wrapped around him. his left hand was hanging below, cupping and gently massaging his balls.

a grunt came from him as he watched your own hips thrust, seeing as your pussy glistened with your own wetness.

"getting close there, huh princess?" murray teased.

rolling your eyes, you groaned and kicked your leg out at him, only for him to catch it quickly with his left hand and keep your foot placed on his shoulder.

laying on your back with your legs propped up, you continued to lazily run your vibrator over your swollen clit. your left hand was playing with your tits and your eyes kept locked ahead of you at murray - moaning and slowly rolling your hips into the vibrator.

"i hate when you call me that," you pouted, watching as he kissed the bottom of your foot, working his way up your leg until his teeth caught the top, smirking up at you until you nudged his head with your leg. "come on! please, murray?"

you hated asking for things, didn't want to seem so needy for him. but you could feel the mess beginning to pool out of you and you wanted his tongue to clean you up. his big wet tongue to suck at your pussy until you came all over his tongue.

but you knew, if you wanted it, you were going to have to say it.

"what do you want, y/n? come on, you still know how to talk don't you?"

whining you watched him slide off the chair, onto the ground on his knees, grabbing your other leg and pulling you to the edge of the bed, his cock standing up tall with your panties still just hardly wrapped around.

"if you tell me," murray began slowly. "i'll give you what you want."

feeling him run his hands up and down your legs, squeezing and pulling at the fatter parts, he watched your expression carefully, moving his mouth to your ankle when he saw you start to come undone.

"m-murray! i just...i want to cum... on your tongue!"

you pressed the vibrator firmer to your clit, beginning to pant as your breathing became more irregular.

as for murray, he was enjoying the little show he was getting from you, seeing you shake and squirm just to hold off on the chance that he would give you what you even wanted to begin with.

"please!" you sobbed, not sure how long you would be able to wait for him.

chuckling, murray shook his head before taking your vibrator, moving it down to his cock, leaning forward into your pussy until his mouth was around your clit, sucking and lapping at your precum while his right fingers stuffed their way into your needy little hole.

once the two of you both got what you wanted, it was only a matter of minutes before you were both falling apart. to no surprise, at least to murray, you were the one crumbling first.

sitting up, you wrapped your thighs around his head, thrusting your hips up and gently pulling his face down to eat you out harder. you were so close to cumming, your body prickled and tinged like it was on fire.

meanwhile down below, at the bottom of the bed, murray ran your vibrator up and down the base of his cock, groaning into your sopping pussy as he fucked his hips into the soft duvet on your bed.

"o-oh! murray! i think i'm gonna cu-cum!"

you let out a sob as murray's fingers fucked harder into you, curling and pounding against your g-spot until the noises that fell from your mouth became silence.

hitting your breaking point, your legs began to tremble around his head as you squirted around his fingers, murray quick to lap at everything he could lick up.

it didn't take long for him to reach his own orgasm. when your body began to still murray pulled away from you, moving to stand up and push you back up on the bed, enough for him to settle himself between your legs and fucking himself into your sticky pussy.

you were so sensitive that when the feeling of him filling you up settled into your stomach, you let out a strained groan and gripped onto the duvet - twisting and pulling as your heels dug into his back.

grunting out with each thrust, murray began to pant as his hips started to slow down, his pace becoming staggered as his cock twitched inside of you, unable to take the feeling of your warm wet pussy around his swollen and sensitive cock.

his final thrust stuttered into you, listening to you whine and your pussy twitch around him. he let out another grunt that slowly became groans as he came deep inside of you. once you both finished and he came to his senses, murray moved back a little, watching as the mixture of both of your cums slowly leaked out of you and onto the duvet covers.

"mmm god, you made such a mess," he dragged his hands down your legs before turning you onto your side a little, spanking your ass once before he pulled away from you entirely.

you felt him crawl behind you as you rolled onto your side, catching your breath while he settled behind you, his dominant hand coming around your waist to pull you to him.

"see, princess? was it so hard for you to just say what you want?" murray teased, kissing the back of your head.

rolling your eyes, you shook your head and leaned back into him, tsking and crossing your arms.

"i hate it when you call me that." you said defeated.

smiling, murray squeezed you in his arms before closing his eyes.

"i know... princess."

it was almost worth the sharp jab of your elbow to his ribs - almost.

#murray bauman #murray bauman smut #murray bauman fanfic #murray bauman fanfiction #murray bauman x reader #murray bauman x you #minors dni #dabs and danny with drey

[itsgoghtime]

Travelin’ Man

The Long Way Home Series : Part 3

CW: Fluff, angst if you squint, many words, very very long, Russia kind of, hurt/comfort, season 4.

Words : 7078

"Come on, kids are just the burden of society - we don't need them dragging us around for the rest of our lives."

"Murray, I want to know, okay? Even if it doesn't end up being with you. I want to have kids." At this, the door opened, and we went quiet.

The words I didn't want to hear. There they were, coming out of the mouth of the doctor.

I couldn't have kids.

I pulled my hand from Murray's, and the doctor offered their condolences as we exited the building.

I walked next to Murray on the sidewalk, not saying a word. He had noticed the shift since we had received the news, and couldn't quite figure out how to comfort me.

"I want to say..." he started, pausing for another few minutes because he couldn't quite articulate how to say it. "I want to say I'm sorry."

I chuckled under my breath, shaking my head.

"No, really. I am. I'm sorry."

"Murray, no you're not. You've spent the last month trying to talk me out of wanting to have kids and now that..." my breath hitched in my throat, making me pause a moment to compose myself as best I could. "And now that we know this, I'm sure you're more than happy with the results of months of testing and will tell me how much of a waste of money this whole ordeal was." I looked at him, his eyes filled with concern, and shook my head again. "I know."

We didn't speak even after we arrived back at home. I went and got in the shower, running the water over my back as I felt the feelings begin to numb.

While I was in the shower, Murray picked up some of the stuff in the apartment, cleaning things up and starting the risotto - the dish he knew was my absolute favorite.

When I emerged from the bathroom, Murray turned down the heat on the stove, and after stirring the pot, came over to me and held out his hand.

My eyes met his, and I took his hand and he pulled me into him, swaying ever so gently to the cassette I had made a few months back for our five year anniversary of being together. It was music Murray hadn't typically enjoyed, but I had found just a few songs in my favorite category (that quite frankly ended up being his favorites) that he didn't mind so much, and made the mixtape.

How Deep is Your Love, by The Bee Gees came on and I rested my forehead against his.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry."

"I know."

"I've been an absolute dickhead."

"I know. But you're my dickhead."

We didn't say anything for another minute or so, and he held me closer.

"I want to help you feel better."

My lips met his, and when he pulled away, he brought me to his side as he went to stir the risotto again.

Soon enough, the risotto was done and we went and sat cross legged on the couch, facing each other.

"So, what do you want to do tonight?"

I smiled, gently scraping the side of my bowl with my spoon. "I don't know, I wish I felt like going out and doing something but that's..." I paused, feeling completely guilty, because this was usually the one night a week that we'd go and do something, if it meant going to a bowling alley or the bar or anywhere, really.

"Hey, it's okay. We can stay in, we aren't obligated to go anywhere until you are feeling more like yourself again." His hand found it's way to my knee, gently running his thumb over it. I smiled, and we went back to the risotto.

The night was spent on the couch watching television, as Murray had suspected; snuggling, as Murray had hoped. It wasn't too noticeable, but Murray held me just a little closer. He vowed to himself that there wasn't anything or anybody that he would ever again allow to hurt me as much as this news had. He just wouldn't allow it. He noticed my tighter hold on him and the occasional random tears that he so gently wiped away, and made a promise to himself that being my protector would always be his first priority.

I yawned, and Murray caught it, yawning himself and chuckling. He looked at his watch, and sighed.

"Well, my dear, I think it's time to go to bed. It's past 2."

I nodded, and for a few moments, we just snuggled closer.

Murray mumbled something softly, as if he was asking himself a question.

I hummed, leaning into his neck.

"Marry me, lover."

At this, I turned in Murray's arms to look more fully at him. I couldn't see any signs of joking, but I chuckled a little.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No." Murray stated, completely deadpan.

"You're saying a lot of strange things today, Murray Bauman. I'm... I'm..." I couldn't find the words to continue, so Murray filled in the gaps.

"Listen, lover. We've been dancing around this for a really long time. I've had the ring - the one you had mentioned to me - for two years. It's sitting in the top drawer of the dresser under my socks in the back - you can look if you're so skeptical." For a moment, I just looked at him. Within seconds, I bolted up and ran to the bedroom and he heard the incessant scraping sound that the drawers made, and took a mental note that we either needed to sand it down or buy a new dresser.

"You know," he called from the couch, "I just think it's about time we did something about this, that's all. I can't play matchmaker again until we figure this out because I'm kind of tired of people shoving my own advice down my throat and not being willing to take it myself."

I stepped down the stairs, holding the box firmly in my hands. I made eye contact, and he raised his eyebrows at me.

"Well, are you going to open it?"

I didn't respond, instead going back to sit where I had been before, as his arm came back around me.

Murray studied me for a minute, trying to figure out what was going on in my head.

"I'm afraid to open it."

He caressed my face in one of his hands. "Why is that, love?"

It took me a moment, but Murray knew if he gave me the time, I would always tell him what was going on. "I've been this close before. And it didn't... work out. I don't want to lose you because you get scared of the commitment to someone like me. Especially with how today went."

His lips met my forehead, then gently taking the box from my white knuckled hands. He turned it towards me, opening it.

"Then let this be a win for you." His eyes met mine, and he smiled gently. "I know this is scary. But if I'm being honest, there's no one else I'd rather have as Mrs Bauman. We will be okay."

He saw the relief in my eyes, replacing the fear with elation.

"Now, do you wanna marry me or do you wanna put this away and forget we ever had this conversation? Because that's okay too - you've been through so much today already."

I just smiled, the tears rolling down my cheeks making me laugh. "Yes Murray. I wanna marry you."

He giggled like a school girl, taking the ring out of its box, putting it on my waiting finger.

We sat and stared at it for a moment, the fifth rerun episode of Andy Griffith starting on the television.

"We're gonna do this, aren't we?" I whispered.

He laughed again. "Yes, lover. We're gonna do this and we're gonna do it together." He kissed my hand, bringing it to his chest.

We turned back to the show for a moment, and he laughed.

"You know..."

"I know, Murray. You don't understand why I like entertainment like this - but I end up loving what you introduce me to so I think the interest should go both ways." I laughed.

"Well, okay. That too, but I had not planned for any of this to happen how it did. I'm surprised." He saw the look I gave him, and he laughed again. "Not in a bad way - I've never been happier. I had just expected some cliché like everyone else - a fancy dinner or a concert or something and the grand finale comes out in a little box at the end."

I snuggled closer to him, and he kissed the top of my head. "I like it this way."

"Me too, lover. Me too."

I couldn't tell when we fell asleep, but with what felt like just a few moments, I was adjusting next to Murray in his arms as we laid on the couch - the sun beginning to peek through the half shut blinds.

I felt my finger again, and smiled, cupping his face with my hand and running my fingers gently through his beard. I admired how the ring glimmered in the sun, and how peaceful Murray looked with it all.

He stirred, slowly opening his eyes and smiling gently at me. "Hey you." He pulled me closer.

"Hi."

"You are looking mighty fine this morning, Mrs. Bauman."

His lips met mine, gently intertwining our legs and held me to him.

"I mean," he started when we pulled apart, "I know it's not official yet, but..."

I cut him off with my lips on his. "It is what it is, Mr. Bauman." He smiled.

"You know, I think we should stay like this all day. Don't go anywhere, make some waffles or something; we can put in the VHS for The Muppet Movie because as much as I despise it, I know how much you love it and I'm willing to put it on as long as you promise to snuggle."

I laughed, running my fingers gently through his beard. "I love you, Murray Bauman."

"I love you too, (Y/N) Bauman." He paused for a moment, smiling to himself. "I really like how that sounds. Your name with mine, I mean, wow. It's practically a revelatory experience."

I chuckled, and he kissed my nose.

"I could get used to that." He whispered. "(Y/N) Bauman."

Eventually, we did get up and he decided we needed chocolate chip waffles. So there we were, in the kitchen, making the batter to Jackie Wilson's Your Love Keeps Lifting Me Higher and Higher. Murray tied an apron around me, then tying his around himself and doing his little dance with me.

There was a special story to the aprons - he had his original apron that he had bought when visiting Europe once, but the second apron I had made for his birthday just last year. I had quilted it, with the help of his mom, and when I had gifted it to him, I had been so nervous. It had so many imperfections, and I knew it wouldn't ever compare to the one he had gotten in Europe.

However, the moment Murray laid eyes on the apron, his eyes filled with tears. I was afraid at first that I had offended him, but he took me into his arms and kissed me warmly.

"This is the most beautiful apron I have ever laid eyes on. Thank you so much, lover, this means the world and more to me." He took it out of its wrapping, holding it up in all its glory. "Okay so now we need to bake something."

At the incredulous look I gave him, he quickly reaffirmed, "I know it's 9:00 at night, but such a beautiful apron must be put to work. How do you feel about Baklava?"

And that was just the beginning - he never took this apron off when we were in the kitchen together - I was in turn given stewardship over the European apron. But he insisted on using the apron I had made him, becoming genuinely obsessed with it and becoming incredibly distressed when it became dirty or something would splash on it. (Which is why vodka is the superior alcohol, because it doesn't stain, Murray reminded me)

So here we were, making chocolate chip waffles in our aprons, respectively.

The first batch made it into the waffle maker, and his arms found their way to my waist.

"How are you feeling, lover?"

"I am feeling pretty good this morning."

Murray hummed, bringing his lips to mine.

"Glad to hear it."

We went through the first waffles, and put the rest of the batter in the waffle iron and waited again.

"Murray, don't you have karate today at one?"

He sighed. "Yeah, I do. But I'll stay home, I want to make sure you're taken care of."

I smiled. "I appreciate that love, I really do. But I'm doing alright, and I know how much you love karate. I will be okay for a couple hours while you're gone."

"You sure? I will stay if you need me to."

"I am sure, Murray. You can go to karate and I will be okay." I leaned up and kissed his nose, caressing his neck with my hand, then moving a little to open the waffle maker to pull out the last ones.

"I still don't know how you can always tell right when they're done."

We finished the waffles, and Murray got ready to leave for karate.

"Alright, so let me reconfirm plans for tonight."

I nodded, trying to hide my smile. He was trying to mask his concern about leaving me as best he could, but wasn't doing it so well.

"I'll get home and do the ice bath, we make chicken Alfredo, play a few rounds of Uno, put the Muppet Movie in and go to bed, right?"

"Spot on, love. Didn't miss a beat."

He chuckled. "Good. Just want to make sure everything is in order." We met in the entryway, and he pressed his lips to the top of my head. "I will see you after 3."

"See you then."

I spent the two hours he was gone cleaning - starting the dishwasher, sweeping the floor, putting things away. It had been a long couple of days, and I finally felt like doing something around the house. Murray had always been so helpful with accomplishing house work - he was never the type to just leave me to do it by myself.

I had noticed that he had picked up most of what we had left lying around the last few days - he had even started a load of laundry, which I finished while he was gone.

Towards 3, I was cleaning the bathroom and found a box of pregnancy tests I had bought a few months before. I took a moment and held it to my chest, letting a few tears fall. I had pretty much come to accept this new reality, but it wasn't going to be smooth sailing, and I knew that.

I heard the front door open, and soon Murray's hand was on my shoulder. He gave the top of my head a kiss, then whispering "We will get through this together, love. It's okay to take a moment."

He helped me up off my knees and into his arms.

"I've got ya, (Y/N). I've got ya."

I threw the box away, and he led me into the living room. "Now, tonight we're going to have fun." He looked around, seeing all the cleaning that had been done. "Goodness gracious, lover. Looks like I may have to fight you for the little housewife trophy. I mean, I've really got to up my game."

I laughed, and he met my lips with his again. "Granted, I think you'll make a pretty little housewife."

I smirked, and the telephone announced another missed call. "You stay right here, I'll be back."

Murray called the number back, addressing Joyce and making his way to the freezer to get the ice.

"I have karate from one to three on Fridays. " He turned, facing my direction. "Hey lover, we're going to need to go get more ice!"

I assumed Joyce asked about me, because he made eye contact with me and smiled. "She's doing okay. We've had a bit of a rough go this week with some stuff, but we'll be okay." He paused to hear her response, then scoffed a bit. "No, we're not having relationship problems. We... she... no we're not breaking up with each other, Joyce. My heavens. Now, before we get carried away, let's address your doll situation."

While Murray continued his conversation, I continued to clean the house. I had it pretty much how I wanted, but I finished nonetheless. He was soon out of his ice bath, wandering around in a towel telling her to "smash the doll" and freaking out when she wasn't responding. He went upstairs and changed, and came back down talking to Joyce in a hushed tone. He sat in the rocking chair, and I took it on myself to gently work out the knots in his shoulders.

"You really think Hop could still be alive?"

She said something, and he sighed. He turned slightly to look at me, his eyes softening. "You want my help, don't you?" He said as more of a statement than a question. After she responded, Murray put his free hand on mine. "We'll see what we can do - look at flights and such... No Joyce, we can pay for it ourselves. No, just... fine. I'll let you know when we're getting in."

He hung up, kissing my hand.

I smiled at him. "Sounds like we have a busy weekend ahead of us. It'll be nice to see Joyce again - I've missed her."

Murray stood and held me to him. "Yeah. But first, we have alfredo."

He hovered close by as he handed me all of the things to make it. It was a dish I took pride in, because Murray enjoyed it so much - and really only enjoyed the way I made it.

"Sorry, I forgot we don't have the actual Alfredo pasta so we just have bow tie." I mumbled gently.

He kissed the top of my head, my back flush with his chest. "That's alright, love. Pasta is pasta."

This time, we sat at the table and ate, while he filled me in on everything that the phone call had entailed.

"Okay - I think we can have ourselves up and packed and out the door by 9:30, that should put us at about 11:30 when we arrive there. We'll have to adjust to the time change, of course, but I think..." I was interrupted with Murray's lips on mine.

"You know something - you're just darn cute when you get focused. But I do see your point, and I agree. Up and out the door by 9:30."

I smiled. "Which means, we can't stay up late playing Uno or watching The Muppet Movie."

He grumbled slightly at this, taking my left hand in his, playing lightly with the ring. "As frustrated as that makes me, you're right." Our eyes met. "I'm sorry, this weekend was supposed to be about you."

I gave his hand a little squeeze. "Murray, it's alright. We help Joyce, we can come back home. It looks like you've gotten out of watching the Muppets once again." I smirked.

He chuckled. "You make a good point there, Mrs. Bauman." Murray paused at this. "Damn it."

"What?"

"Oh, sorry; don't be worried, lover. Nothings wrong, I was just realizing we'll have to postpone any sort of wedding till later and not just elope like I had been planning."

I tilted my head, smiling facetiously. "Oh? We were planning on eloping, now were we?"

Murray set his fork down, pulling his chair closer to mine as his arms came around me. "Yeah. And then we're going to board a plane to somewhere exotic for a week because heaven knows we don't have to be in our twenties to have a proper honeymoon." His lips met mine, hungrily pulling me closer to him. This went on for a few minutes, until we pulled apart at the ringing of the telephone. He rolled his eyes, smiling when I laughed at his reaction.

He stood up and answered it, and I tried for only a few moments to decipher who it was.

"Mom. Do you need something? I'm just finishing up dinner... you want to do what? I can't just..." he looked to me, motioning to come over where he was. "She's here, yes."

I put my hands on his sides, leaning into his touch.

"No, Mom. I'm not... I've just... you know what, I'll just let you talk to her and she can answer your question." Murray handed me the phone, and I raised my eyebrows at him, making him chuckle as he leaned close enough to hear the call.

"Hello, Mrs... I'm sorry, could you repeat that question for me?"

"Has my son asked you to marry him yet?"

I stayed silent for a moment, looking up at Murray as he just smirked, slightly shrugging his shoulders in response.

"It's funny you mention that, actually. He just asked me last night and we made it official."

"Oh, good! I have been telling him that he needs to ask you ever since he brought you over for the first time four years ago for Christmas. It's about time he did something."

Murray laughed, my lips meeting with his.

"So when's the wedding?"

Murray took the phone from me at this point. "I don't know, Mom. We have a trip we're going on tomorrow so it will have to at least be after that."

"Murray Bauman. You had better tell me when it's happening so I can fly out to be there. I don't want you doing any of that eloping that kids your age are doing nowadays."

"Mom, we're not kids. We will do whatever we..." I took the phone from him, which sent him into shock.

"We will make sure to give you a call, Mrs. Bauman. I wouldn't want you to miss it for the world."

"Thank you, (Y/N). That's very sweet of you." At this remark, I handed the phone back to Murray.

"Is there anything else you need, Mom? No? Okay then, talk to you soon, bye."

Murray set the phone in its spot on the wall, and sighed, gently touching his forehead to mine. "We got lucky that we got out so soon - she would have talked our ears off. Which would have been quite unfortunate, because your ears are adorable."

I laughed, nudging my nose against his. "We should get to bed. Maybe we can leave a little earlier."

He hummed, pressing his lips to mine. "I suppose we could."

We ended up playing a few rounds of Uno, and then went to bed.

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Around 8:30, the alarm went off. Murray reached over me with his arm and hit snooze, and we snuggled closer together for a moment.

"Murray, we need to get up so we can help Joyce."

He mumbled, pressing his lips to my neck.

"Murray, love..."

"Maybe we can just call and say we're sick."

"Or you can just catch up on sleep when we get on the plane."

He hummed, slowly extracting himself to his edge of the bed. I sat up and crawled to hug him from behind. We remained this way for a few minutes, and he sighed.

"Alright. Let's get this show on the road."

As we had planned, we were packed and out the door to the airport by 9, then on the plane by 9:30.

Murray put the blanket over the two of us and moved the armrests so his hand could rest on my leg. We fell asleep, and were only awoken when they announced we were getting ready to land.

He held my hand all the way through the airport, through baggage claim, and up until we got to the taxi. He opened the door for me, and went to go put the luggage in the trunk. After doing that, he got into the cab, putting the same protective hand on my leg.

"Alright let's go, this is life or death, snap snap!"

The taxi ride was short, probably mostly because he spent most of it gazing into my eyes and trying to make me blush as much as he possibly could.

We arrived at Joyce's house, we paid the driver and he again opened the door for me, collected our luggage and made our way to the front door.

Joyce opened it when we knocked, and she about screamed with elation.

"(Y/N)! It's so good to see you!" She said as she hugged me.

The last time Joyce and I had seen each other was when she and Hopper had come with the Russian scientist to our house. I knew she had quite a rough time with Hoppers death and moving a few states over, and I could tell there was something going on, but I didn't press that quite yet.

"Hey Murray, it's good to see you too. Thank you guys for coming, you have no idea how much I appreciate it." She invited us in, and led us to the guest room.

"Sorry it's not much, I did what I could."

"No, Joyce. This is wonderful. Thank you." I said as Murray put our bag down. Joyce took my hands in hers, and brushed against the ring.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Don't tell me you guys got engaged and you didn't even tell me!" She looked at Murray, and he put his hands up in defense.

"Hey, I was trying to help you figure out the doll situation, I didn't have time to mention us."

She laughed, taking a good look at my ring. "It's so pretty - I'm so happy for you two!!"

"Thanks Joyce, we're excited too." I smiled as Murray kissed the top of my head, taking me into his side.

"So where's this ominous note you told me about?" Murray asked.

We went downstairs, and Joyce handed him the note. The next few hours were spent discussing the note, what to do with the note, and deciding to call the number. Murray set up his equipment, and Joyce had the conversation with whoever it was. He gave instructions, and hung up. We discussed plans and what to do, and they decided to go to Russia.

Joyce went out to get groceries for the boys and El while she'd be gone, and Murray started making risotto.

I found the apron Joyce had mentioned we could use, and tied it around Murray. I hugged him from behind, resting my head against his back as he cut shallots and mushrooms and bacon.

"...you wanna talk about it?" Murray asked, and started moving some of the chopped food into a bowl.

"I wish I could go with you. But I know I can't."

Murray sighed softly. He had finished the knife work, and moved towards the sink as I stayed across the kitchen for a moment. He washed his hands, then making his way back to where I was.

"I know, lover. I'm sorry. But I need to keep you safe. It's my top priority."

I nodded, and he cupped my face in his hands.

"(Y/N), please, look at me."

I made eye contact, and those darn traitor tears made their way down my cheek and Murray pulled me into him and held me tight, burying his face in my hair. "I promise I will make it home to you."

"You'd better. Or I'm going to find you, and kick your ass all the way back home for you." This had us both chuckling, and he pulled away just enough to touch our foreheads together.

"As soon as I get back, we plan the wedding. As small as we can get it. I'm not waiting any longer."

I nodded slightly, meeting his lips in the middle as he pulled me closer to him.

Soon enough, a car pulled into the driveway and we pulled apart, Murray giving me the classic smirk as he began to actually begin the risotto.

Joyce came back in, and we made a salad and cut the rolls she had bought from the store in half. Soon enough, everything was made, the salmon was finishing in the oven, and the risotto was in its final stages as the kids came back home.

One could practically feel the tension emanating from the younger 3, but Jonathan and his friend seemed almost virtually untouched by whatever it was.

We sat down at the table and had dinner with the Byers clan, and the kids took the news about as well as we had assumed - even though they really had no idea that it wasn't a conference.

I leaned into Murray as the older two cleared the plates and did the dishes.

He chuckled, putting his forehead against the top of my temple. "You seem to be ready for bed, my love."

I hummed, yawning.

"Let's get to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

I walked up the stairs with Murray's arm around me, and made it into the bedroom staggering a little bit as I struggled to stay awake. We both got into our night clothes.

"I'll let you sleep in tomorrow morning, I'll have to get up and go early."

"No, Mur, please, wake me up when you do. I want to see you off."

He walked over and kissed my forehead, helping me get my second arm through my shirt. "Alright, lover. I'll get you up with me."

We climbed into bed, snuggling up next to each other, and I drifted off to sleep.

After what felt like only a few hours, Murray's alarm went off, and I snuggled into him as he turned it off.

"Morning, love."

I yawned in response.

Murray got up and took his clothes into the bathroom, getting changed and coming back out to begin to put just his things in a separate duffle bag Joyce had leant him.

He went and stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at his beard. I got up and sat on the counter, watching him intently.

"I'm considering shaving before we go, you know, to try and be less conspicuous. What do you think?" He stepped in between my swinging legs, and I intertwined my fingers in his beard.

"I think I'd miss it."

He smiled, touching our foreheads together.

Joyce's voice came from outside the bedroom door just a few feet away, asking if Murray was ready to go.

"Yeah, Joyce. I'll be right down." He said, kissing me once.

"See you in a few days, Bald Eagle. Take care of yourself."

He playfully rolled his eyes, smiling wider than before as his cheeks heated. "You take care of yourself, lover. I'll be back soon." Murray kissed my forehead, leaving the room with my hand in his.

They got in the taxi, and I stood on the cement and watched them go, already counting down the moments to their safe return.

Within just a few days, everything would be turned upside down.

It all started with El getting taken by the police. I had been her emotional support after what had happened at the skating rink, and considered being there for her my mission while we waited. But soon, she was gone and two men were watching us on house arrest - even though over half of us were adults.

This is where things really began to go downhill.

I was sitting in the basement with the boys, coming up with a plan to get out, when there were gunshots.

I jumped, clutching the strap of my duffel I had slung around my back. The feeling of danger and eminent disaster was tangible and hung in the air like smog.

I attempted to calm my breathing, and hid in the closet as the boys then went out the bedroom door after someone broke the window and followed the agent through the house. I checked for any more intruders, and noticed the attention was all at the front of the house. I took the opportunity to get out the broken back window, jumping the fences for what felt like forever. Finally giving up where I felt like would be far enough away, I slumped against the fence of someone's backyard.

I began to catch my breath, and realized how upsetting this all was. I had just seen blood and death in that house, I didn't have any way to contact the boys, we didn't know where El was, and Murray and Joyce were still up north.

Almost immediately, the tear ducts began to do their work to attempt to process what had just happened. I curled up, forehead to my knees and cried.

A little old lady came out her back door with a golden retriever at her heels. I didn't hear them at first, until I felt the dog licking my arm.

"Hello dear, are you alright?" I looked up into the eyes of this sweet woman, and cried more, shaking my head.

She put a gentle hand on my shoulder, and offered to take me inside, to which I nodded and walked with her into the house.

The door opened and she told me to take a seat on the couch, and that she'd be back with tea.

The dog sat in front of me, resting it's head on my lap. It calmed me considerably, and soon, the lady was back with tea.

We had a nice chat, and I learned her name was Della. She told me about her family and about the dog - who I learned was called Bear.

I smiled as she finished. "I suppose you're wondering why I ended up in your backyard."

She put a reassuring hand on my knee. "I'm sure there's a good reason, but I understand how lovers quarrels work, dear." She motioned to the duffel on the back rug.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "It wasn't a lovers quarrel, actually. My fiancé is in Alaska on a business trip."

"Crazy in-laws? I've had that one before too."

Before I went to say no again, I realized the actual answer would freak her out and most likely put her in danger, so I decided a lie would be best.

I nodded. "I mean, his parents aren't crazy, it's his extended family that is." This statement was true - I had met his extended family just a few select times and they were absolutely bonkers. "We were playing a game of cops and robbers, and they get really intense so I had to get away as fast as I could, you know. We'd been playing games all week at home because they won't let us leave the house, so I had planned to get away when this game came up. They found out I was going to try and leave and were threatening me with all sorts of things. I'm so sorry for intruding."

"It's no issue, dear. Bear and I love having company over. Besides, family drama is a perfect reason to get away."

She then insisted I stay with her at least for a few days, to "let the waters cool", as she put it. I tried to protest, but decided it was a good idea to take a few days to process it all.

From there, she made me chicken pot pie, that she claimed was "the cure to any ailment of the dramatic kind", and she was 100% correct. She later wrote the recipe down on a card for me, and snuck it into my duffel bag.

We then made chocolate chip cookies together, and when I mentioned the possibility of going home the next day, she piled the majority of said cookies in a Tupperware and told me I had to take them with me.

That night was the first I had slept decently since Murray and Joyce had left. Besides, the dog snuggled up with me and kept me calm. I think he could sense how anxious I had been, which I appreciated.

Despite thinking about leaving on Tuesday, I ended up making the decision to stay till Friday - I knew Murray would call me if he was home before then, but knowing that things most likely wouldn't go exactly to plan, and being fearful of returning home alone - with the anxiety that the government would know who I was and where I lived - I stayed till Friday.

I learned how to embroider - another set of things Della decided to send me home with. We spent time outside in the garden, did lots of embroidering, and by the time I had planned to go home, she knew practically everything about Murray and insisted on getting an invitation to the wedding. I chuckled, knowing Murray wouldn't overly love that we couldn't just hurry up and make it official, but I knew he'd understand eventually.

The days went by so slowly, but Friday arrived and I was sad to go, but excited to get home.

Della called the taxi service for me and everything, and I hugged her on my way out the door, promising to send that invitation when we made them.

The flight home wasn't too crazy, and I felt more relief than anything when the taxi pulled in front of the house.

I used the spare key and entered, almost having a little panic attack because I was afraid it would be shot up like Joyce's house. But there wasn't the lingering smell of gunpowder, and everything was in its proper place.

I closed the door gently behind me, and took a deep breath. I felt safe again, and now I was just worried about Murray coming home safe - and Joyce and Hopper, too.

Friday night was spent alone - doing laundry and turning on a rerun of some show. I put the dishes away and made popcorn - I really didn't feel like doing a whole lot until I was sure Murray was safe.

Saturday, I woke up on the couch, and realized I had fallen asleep watching television. I hadn't wanted to move to the bed anyways - it wasn't ever the same when Murray was gone.

Around 4, I was turning the television set back on, and getting ready to think about making something to eat, and sat on the kitchen counter with some recipe cards.

The door handle was suddenly being unlocked, and I froze. I turned to see the door as it opened.

Before I saw anything, his voice was there. "(Y/N)? Are you home, lover?" He rounded the corner and closed the door, stopping when he saw me.

I gently smiled. It had taken my brain a second longer to process it was him because his beard was gone, but it was Murray alright.

He was home.

I almost couldn't believe we were both back home, after all that had just happened, and I think he felt the same, because we stared at each other for some time.

Murray made some very quick steps across the kitchen to stand between my swinging legs - almost the same way he had left me about a week ago - and I cupped his roughly shaven face between my hands as he leaned into them.

He touched our foreheads together, and I closed my eyes, just taking a moment to breathe him in as his arms came around me.

Our lips soon met, in a hungry attempt to be close to each other.

Barely remembering to breathe, we broke apart, foreheads still touching as we smiled.

"I thought you weren't going to shave your beard." I chuckled, making him laugh.

"It's a long story, lover. Can you still love me and my half shaven face?"

I gently ran my fingers through his hair. "Yes, Murray. I can."

"The boys called and told Joyce what had happened - are you okay?"

I pulled him closer, into a tight hug that he understood. I didn't feel like going into detail, but Murray knew that.

"I'm glad you're safe." He said, kissing my shoulder as he nuzzled back into it.

"I'm glad you're safe too, Mur."

There was a few more minutes of silence, until Murray pulled apart again.

"I'm going to go unpack - and then we are going to relax and ignore any phone calls that come in whatsoev..."

At this, the phone rang, and I chuckled. Murray rolled his eyes, picking it up to answer it.

"It's only because I said something... hey, I'm a little busy right now... Mom, nice to hear from you." He stepped back to where he was, and I put my arms around him with my ear to his chest as his free arm came around my back. His hand soothingly ran the length of my spine as he continued to talk.

"Yes, I recognize it's the time specified that you could call. No, we haven't been ignoring your calls - we just got back from that trip I told you about." At this remark, he kissed the top of my head. "We haven't had time to start any wedding planning, but we will keep you in the loop as we do, I promise... no, it's not a half promise it's... mom, I haven't been drinking, and yes I'll remember. Good gravy, woman."

I smiled. Even though the world was literally on its way to falling apart with Hawkins as the epicenter, maybe we could have a touch of normalcy in the midst of it.

"Mom, I'm being completely serious, I... yes, she's here. You want to talk to her? Alright then." Murray handed me the phone, and put his other arm around me to fully embrace me against him.

"(Y/N), you make sure he keeps that promise. I trust that boy, but I trust you with things like this more."

I chuckled. "Yes, Mrs. Bauman. I'll make sure he does."

We said goodbye, and I put the phone on the counter. It stayed this way for a few minutes, until Murray spoke up.

"I'm going to unpack - and then we really will ignore phone calls. I'm done talking to people - with you as the exception, of course."

I nodded, kissing his cheek. "I'll be on the couch. I'm sure there's something on we can watch."

He kissed my forehead, and helped me off the counter before he went upstairs to unpack and I assumed, to then start laundry.

My ears almost seemed to flinch a little when I heard the dresser drawer open. I knew we really just needed to sand it down, but a new dresser would eventually be in order anyways. I heard Murray curse under his breath, and smiled as his voice came from upstairs.

"Hey lover, how would you like to go buy a new dresser in lieu of making dinner?"

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previous part - 500 Miles ♡ next part - TBD

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Thoughts in thoughts

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MINORS DNI

May contain: Dubcon, age gap, dark! Characters, Stepcest, somnophilia + reminder that I am the least likely to be a furry

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♡ eddie drugging you with an aphrodisiac ♡♡♡ after being rejected so many times by mean! Bimbo! Reader hes had enough and decides to drug you, unfortunately he uses a little too much and you're barely awake, withering in pain You need to cum so badly but dont worry eddie is there to help <3<3

♡ hopper cumming in/ on your food/drinks <3 hes got you sat in his office eating a donut covered in his seed or drinking a milkshake that's extra thick <3<3<3 you're so addicted to the taste of him that you can help but crave him in your mouth!!! Anything you eat or pop until your mouth is usually coated with his cum and you wouldnt have it any other way <3<3<3

♡ dragon! Billy dressing you up in pretty shiny jewellery <3<3

♡ nun reader x demon/incubus! Eddie 👁👁

♡ robin fingering you under the counter as you talk to Steve, shes stood right next to you chatting away as if she isnt knuckles deep in your gummy walls !!!! Hes trying to vent to you about his awful date but you're too busy cumming to care

♡ thinking of eddie x cryptid!(?) Reader who is so curious about human norms and stands outside his trailer every night making strange noises and moving things around. He tries to understand you and talk to you maybe even help you but you freeze and runaway :((( he soon starts sitting outside his trailer waiting for you to come back, you stand near the tree line watching him holding eye contact and barely blinking, You look human but the way you act tells him that theres something off about you maybe you're not all mentally there? Each night you get closer to him and eddie starts leaving food a couple of feet infront of him hoping you get close enough so he can ask you something. When you're close enough to the plate you crouch down keeping your eyes on him as you bring the food to your mouth, you're almost animal like. Once eddie sees that you respond well to the food he brings the plate closer to him until you're sitting next to him and hes having an entire one sided conversations with you. He somehow gets you to come inside the trailer and in his room where you're immediately interested in the lamps and strange sticky magazines. He offers the shower to you after he notices your dirt covered feet but you stare blankly at him and he soon realises that he needs to bathe you himself if he wants you clean. It was no easy task however, you were more interested in dragging him into the shower with you than actually getting clean, by the end Eddie was naked and his clothes were soaked and thrown on the floor but you were clean so his job was done. He proceeded to keep you locked in his room and occasionally let you wonder around the trailer park but ONLY at night you've already gave poor old lady edith a heart attack when she caught you staring at her through her windows </3</3  as much as eddie tries to train you to behave you refuse >:(( you were born to make nests in his bed, stare into nothing and freak him out, watch him sleep, kneed his pillow, it's in your DNA how dare he deny you of your instincts >:000 idk I just think they'd be a neat couple <3 breeding kink is through the roof though jesus

♡ dog hybrid! Steve humping your foot like the degenerate he is <3 or humping anything that fits between his thighs you can leave him alone because he cant be trusted :(( he cums on everything and anything that smells like you

♡ rockstar! eddie takes his favourite groupie on tour with him!! Hes so pussy whipped and he doesnt care for any other girl as long as he has you <3

♡ rockstar! Billy, rockstar! Eddie and rockstar! Steve stuffing their prettiest groupie until shes dumb and only saying their names <3 three holes and three cocks match made in heaven

♡ hopper only eats cookies that are made with his wife's breastmilk (or pregnant wife) !!! >:(( no one else is allowed the cookies she bakes for him they are HIS and he will not share (the baby gets some too but he eats most of them because an entire batch of cookies cannot go to a singular baby plus you produce so much they would just go to waste ♡♡), sometimes he takes the baby and sits then on his chest then splits a cookie for the baby to knaw on and him to munch on, its usually when you're in the shower so you dont scold him for eating before dinner

♡ imagine the kids playing dnd at your house, they leave the stuff at yours and you have no other choice but to bring them back to Mike's, mrs wheeler let's you in and tells you to put then on the table (mike can get them later) unfortunately you drop one of the figures under the couch :(( you bend over to get it but it's all the way under so you have to get down on your knees and look, it's all the way at the back and karen has the beautiful view of your back arched and panties showing. When you finally get it and notice her watching she quickly rushes over to you "pulling down" your skirt and "fixing" your clothes it's not her fault her fingers slipped inside you nor is it her fault that you have her tits in your mouth and are grinding away at her pussy

♡ hopper let's you sit on his fingers for as long as you want <3 your almost always stuffed with his thick rough fingers he doesnt mind at all he licks up all the juice that dribbles down his hand then makes you lick the stains you left on his pants

♡ "ghostface billy!, Ghostface! Steve, randy!/ghostface! Eddie" NO ghostface! Nancy + ghostface! Robin <3 they walk in on bimbo! Reader stuffed with her fingers which dont reach the right spots too absorbed in your own world to care, they were originally going to kill you but seeing your teary eyes as you try to squeeze an orgasm out of yourself makes them feel bad :(( while you're struggling to cum robin does some snooping in the drawers closest to her conveniently it's your underwear draw and she finds your cute pink glittery dildo !! She waves it at nancy who stalks over you, holding your body down and a hand over mouth you squeal and try your best to kick her off but it's no use as you feel a second pair of hands spread your now clenched thighs. You dont expect the feeling of your forgotten toy to enter your cunt nor do you expect to hear female voices come out of the masked figures, there are hands all over you and you cant stop jerking your hips. You cum harder than you ever have and you're not sure when one orgasm ends and another one begins </3 you dont come to school the next day your legs too sore and body covered in marks, when you do however nancy wheeler and robin Buckley are oddly interested in talking too you especially when you dont say anything about the two women in masks that fucked you dumb <3

♡ vampire eddie has a vile of your blood and you have a vile of his cum <3

♡ stepbrother eddie who sneaks into your room at night just so he can wake you up with his cock, he doesnt care that you're tired or if you have cheer practice or a test shut up and be his fleshlight

♡ hehehe perv! jonathan definitely has picture of you in a jar that he cums into 👁👁 hes gonna give it to you one day <3 let's just hope he doesnt leave it on his radiator

♡ eddie fucks you to the beat and rhythm of his playlists

♡ dog hybrid! Billy, eddie, steve x dog hybrid! Reader !!!!! Billy's big mean and scary, Eddie's too dramatic for your little brain and steve always makes you feel dumber than you are (he doesnt mean too tho) you always stay away from them especially when they fight but you cant help but gravitate towards them when your heat starts, the problem is all of them want you to have their pups and you can barely walk or move once you heat dies down

♡ I'm a slut for an all boys boarding school x reader !!!!!! Basketball captain! Billy/ swim coach! Billy who likes feeling you up in your swimsuit/ gym clothes, photography student! Jonathan who takes pictures of you in your dorm, delinquent! eddie who you meet in detention and teaches you how to hide under the bleachers so you can both get high and he can get touchy, "bestfriend" steve who shows you around and is basically your babysitter but also comes into your room at night to sleep in your bed, cooking club! Argyle who enters your heart through your stomach, teacher! hopper who always makes you stay behind class and spank you for your skirt being too short, head boy! 001/henry who is always pointing out how every boy wants to rip your clothes off and have their way with you, art teacher! Murray who wants you to pose nude for him but dont worry it's all professional and he definitely wont be showing hopper, orrr counsellor! Murray who listens to all your dirty fantasies and how you're sooo upset that you cant make yourself cum, gym teacher! Dmitri/Enzo who makes you stay behind to watch your tits bounce as you run, teacher! Phil Callahan who gets so flustered when you bend over infront of him idk guys

♡ I'm also a slut for all girls boarding school <3 head girl! Nancy who is constantly "adjusting" your skirt, roommate! Robin who is always feeling your boobs and claiming it's a girl thing, cheerleader! Chrissy who helps you shower after cheer practice, teacher! joyce who rewards you in the best way, teacher! Karen who likes teasing you by running a ruler up your thigh then spanking your pussy. Teacher! Joyce and karen who talk about you in the staff room, eden who is assigned your project partner and cant help but sitting thigh to thigh with you (there needs to be more women in stranger things my pussy cant take this >:( !!)

♡ not to mention boarding school x innocent reader I'm going to kick you in the shins make out with me now

♡ Dustin would absolutely send a succubus Steve's way, by accident, hed find a flyer "get your own succubus" thinking this is a DnD related thing he signs Steve's name thinking he needs an adults signature. you gave steve a heart attack when you showed up in his bed he now has to deal with a dumb succubus who thinks hes her mate and also scold dustin for signing documents without reading them fully. Dustin doesn't know what the problem is, it's not like he got his succubus figurine steve is probably just getting spam mail

♡ stepbrother! billy who always flexes his muscles around you and lifts heavy things to prove how strong he is only to realise that you dont care so he makes a show of moaning your name as he jerks off because that will obviously make you notice him

♡ camp counsellor! Billy who sneaks into your cabin after you push him into the lake infront of everybody, he'll put you in your place dont worry he'll show you how hes supposed to be treated

♡ biker! billy and eddie <3 want them to fuck me on their bikes NOW !!! They're in different gangs and hate eachother but are civil when your pussy is involved <3<3<3<3<3 maybe you're already being fucked by one of them (probably eddie), outside bent over the motorcycle that's now shaking with his thrusts, billy stalks over and starts chatting away with eddie as if you're not struggling to hold yourself up. Eddie plays along feeling you clench up as you get ignored, Billy pulls out his cock as if its nothing refusing to stop the light banter between them and stuffs your throat with it. You're being held up by Eddie's hands as they start pummeling your achey body, you're practically blacking out at every thrust they dont care though. After they finish they dont just discard you, when you come into the dingy bar they hang out at they cant help but sit next to you in your booth and slip their fingers into you, the rest of the members think that they have problems with you little do they know billy and eddie are just whores

♡ thinking about how 001/vecnas claws make cuts and bruises along your hips <3 i do NOT care that he is a scary monster I want him to make me cry

♡ #1 believer that phil Callahan cries after sex, his cock is so twitchy and sensitive he cant help but cry after you make him feel so good

♡ Hank Miller had an audio for this but he deleted it from reddit and it's now on patreon so I cant listen to it </3 :((( (could also be read as billy) eddie steals cars for a living, stealing them for whoever pays highest. The newest sports car model? That vintage Cadillac? He'll get it for you. Hes great at his job, the best in the business that is until someone starts taking cars before the customer gets to finish the sentence. Hes pissed, more than pissed actually, some asshole is stealing his deals. He catches you in the act one night, he chases after you leading him to a warehouse filled with expensive cars, some cars that he hadnt even confirmed payment for, he hunts you down, finding you hiding in one of the cars near the exit. He forces you back into the space you occupied before you could even run, a gun pointing to your head demanding to know what the fuck you think youre doing- hes shocked to know that a girl is cockblocking his pay. Hes threatening you, telling you to back off before you get hurt, hes got your arm in a twist forcing you to spill how you're beating him in this game. He gets angrier as you explain that you bugged his phone, listening in on every conversation he has, there was practically steam pouring out of his ears as he spews insults at you. During his rant you grab the gun that hes throwing around loosely, flipping him over and aiming the gun towards him, he stutters out apologies and asking if you could possibly work this out. You dont have the mind to care not when you're sitting in his lap with his hips jerking up as he tries to escape the weapon in you hands. You're not sure how you ended up like this but you're bouncing on his cock, gun still in hand as you tell him how pathetic he is, how he let a GIRL over throw him. He doesnt take lightly to this snatching the gun from you hands pointing it under your chin threatening to keep going, his hips thrust up into you when you struggle to move, he soon decides that he couldnt care less about the gun and throws it to the side, grabbing your hips before throwing you back on his cock, your hands grabbing anything you can possibly find to stable yourself from the abuse your cunt is facing. You end up being partners in crime, living together and owning a cat called marmalade <3

♡ prison boyfriend! Eddie/billy <3<3<3<3 phone sex, and nudes sent via letters !!! After every visit you give him a kiss goodbye where he takes the opportunity to grope you from under your skirt, the prison guard doesnt know if he should separate you or let you go at it, the show is nice but it's not professional, the handcuffs around his wrists dont allow him from going any further but hes pleased with the juices you left behind, sucking them off his fingers as hes escorted back to his cell

♡ prison chief! Hopper rewarding prisoner! Reader after shes been on her best behaviour <3

♡ ABO 👁👁 not a furry but I love the thought of going into heat and having a big strong alpha fuck me dumb !!!

♡ rockstar! Dilf! Eddie fucks the babysitter!!! He cant get enough of your pussy especially not when his bitch of a wife is not putting out for him but instead other men, he loves how wet and warm you are for him, how you take whatever he gives you, how you dont accept the extra money he gives you, how you treat his toddler daughter and baby son so well and how you would be the perfect mommy for them. Hes already caught his daughter calling you mommy before, you're here more than his wife so it's only natural

♡ king! Steve wants a hier none of the princess will do instead he wants the little maid who works in the kitchens

♡ beauty and the beast au with hopper !!! Hes a big strong beast and he cant help but pin you down as you're running away from him, forcing his thick cock into your tight little pussy.

♡ the original perv Jonathan would 100% fuck his stepsister while she sleeps, hed try to be so so sooo gentle as to not wake you, letting you stay ignorant to the assault hes about to put you through, but once hes inside you he cant help but get overwhelmed by how good you feel. He covers your mouth when you wake up, encasing your body with his to stop you struggling, his thrusts dont stop as you squeal and kick. Hes like a dog, panting in your ear as his hips refuse to stop, muttering apologies as he cums inside you

♡ argyle holds your hand when you lazily grind on him, hes giggling and making jokes as his swollen head bumps against your clit making you jump.

♡ robin thinks you're so pretty, youre a church girl dressed in frilly socks, mary Jane's, flowy dresses and ribbons. She feels disgusting for how she feels about you she knows that you would think shes disgusting, that the thought of kissing another girl was disgusting. She struggles to be around you, hoping this childish crush would leave her body but it seems to grow stronger as you get persistent about becoming her friend, you invited her over for a sleepover (at first she thought this was going to be something else when you mentioned your parents not being home but soon shook the thought out of her head) you didnt let her sleep on the floor somehow convincing her to lay on the bed. You peer down at her as she lies on her back awkwardly complimenting the room you sleep in, she barely has time to react when you lean down and place your lips on hers shes so shocked that she doesnt even kiss back, when you pull away you look terrified and start spewing out apologise before running to the bathroom and locking the door. Robin tries to convince you to come out but you're crying and feel disgusted, you thought she liked girls and you've ruined a perfectly good friendship, she tells you that she was going to kiss back but she just didnt expect to be kissed by her crush, you make your way out of the bathroom shyly hiding behind the door as she eases you out like a scared animal. Robin makes sure you're better by making love to you, shes soft, tender and sweet as she assures you that you're not disgusting <3<3

♡  JIM HOPPER SPIT IN MY MOUTH

♡ priest! Eddie who makes you confess all the bad things you've done while he stokes his cock, you touched yourself to the thought of boys? Girls too? He has no other choice but to make you repent for your sins by sucking his cock

♡ period sex with vampire! eddie he loves watching his cum dribble out of you mixing with your blood. His ketchup and mayonnaise packet all in one <3

♡ 001 getting angry after his punishment and taking it out on his favourite nurse, forcing you against the nereast surface and Making you take his cock

♡ I used to have such a big crush on the bowers gang from IT I have no idea what was wrong with me anyway that's not important, the thought of eddie, billy, Steve, Johnathan bullying their favourite girl into being their girlfriend <3<3<3 they're so protective and possessive of you and guard you like dogs. Constantly around you shielding you from anyone's eyes

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #steve Harrington x reader #001 x reader #henry creel x reader #robin buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #karen wheeler x reader #joyce byers x reader #Jonathon byers x reader #argyle x reader #murray bauman x reader #enzo x reader #chrissy Cunningham x reader #jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #cryptid reader #bimbo reader

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Let Me Show You (Fluff/Smut)

Insecure!Sub!Virgin!Murray Bauman x SoftDom!Fem!Reader

A/N: This fic is inspired by Radiohead’s “Creep”. One of my favorite songs ❤️ Enjoy!

Summary: It’s been 4 months, since you and Murray made it official. He wants to lose his virginity to you but he’s constantly insecure about about what you think of him. You show him just how much he means to you.

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warnings: graphic language, age gap (Murray 40s, Reader mid 20s), kissing, insecurities, oral (m & f receiving), riding, mirror sex, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, handjob, neck kisses, body worship, cum eating, light scratching, light biting, light choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise kink, crying during sex, aftercare

“You're just like an angel

Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fuckin' special”

Murray can’t help but compare the two of you when you’re together in public. He was sure that when people saw the two of you together that they’re all wondering why you’re with him.

When you were alone with him, it was different. It didn’t matter the difference in age or what points of life you were going through, you both had a relationship that transcended beyond any of those differences.

Yet, he can’t help but feel inadequate when he sees himself in the reflection standing next to you while you were getting ready for an outing with your friends.

He never imagined that he’d be so lucky to have you yet here you were by his side. He could feel his insecurities creeping in again like they always do whenever you went out. Sure, he loved when you dressed up only to come home to be his. But he can’t help but feel a bit nervous whenever you leave knowing they’ll be men, possibly better looking, hitting on you.

He’s never made the move to do anything passed kissing in previous relationships because of these feelings of inadequacy which have led to most of them failing. Now that he’s with you, he can’t see himself letting you go. He wanted to finally have that moment with you but couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

You were applying makeup when you noticed Murray frowning at his reflection. He stood there shirtless wearing only his pajama bottoms, rotating around in the wide mirror and checking himself. You could tell there was something wrong with him. He’s usually never this quiet.

“Hey, is everything okay?” You ask, softly.

He blinks a few times, turning to face you. “Oh yeah. I’m great,” He swipes a hand in the air as if he’s telling you to forget about it. “You look lovely as always.”

You smile. “Thank you. You know, you were invited, too. I would’ve liked it if you did. We could’ve gossiped to each other at the end of the night. My frenemy from high school will be there. I’m sure she’ll be so posh.” You rolled your eyes, now applying your earrings.

“I wish I could but I’m not feeling well.”

“I’ve noticed that. You’re barely spoken. That’s unlike you,” You poke fun. “Is something wrong? Would you like for me to stay with you instead? I can reschedule another time to hang—”

“No, no. Enjoy your night. You can tell me all the stories about your pretentious friend when you get back.”

“Frenemy,” You correct. “I don’t think she has the privilege to be called a friend yet.”

You wrap your arms around Murray’s neck and pull him in for a kiss. His lips against your feel almost timid and he awkwardly stands in a way that keeps a small distance between your bodies. You trail a hand down his soft, round belly then down to the waistband of his pajama pants, pulling him against you. This doesn’t warm him up to you, his body taut pressed into yours.

You pull away. “Murray, are you sure everything’s okay?”

He nods, placing a kiss on your forehead. He attempts to exit to the bedroom but your hand wraps around his wrist, keeping him from leaving. He’s confused, opening his mouth to say something. You cut off any chance of protest, pushing him forward in front of the mirror.

You stand behind him, your heels adding to your height making it easier to access his neck with your mouth. You placed wet, opened mouth kisses on his back and in the crook of his neck. He tried to keep himself from making any sounds, biting his lip. But when he felt your hands roaming up and down the front of his body, your long manicured nails scratching lightly, he lets out a small moan that spurs you on.

“That feel good, hun?” You ask, peppering kisses on his shoulder.

“Feels wonderful. Thank you.” His eyes flutter close, when he feels your red nails now lightly scratching down his arm and feeling the tiny goosebumps rising.

“Anything for you, baby. I love making you feel good. I can’t wait for the day you let me have you,” You lower your hands to his pants once again, gripping his thick hard cock through the loose fabric. “I’ll make sure I make you feel really fucking good then, too.”

You bite down on his earlobe in time with squeezing his cock and he swore he’d nearly came from that alone. Taking his hand in yours, sliding his hand down his body from the hairs of his chest down to his belly, wanting him to feel for himself. You slipped both your hands in his pajamas.

“I want you to watch. Open your eyes for me baby.” You kissed then sink your teeth his shoulder, eliciting a soft high-pitched whimper.

He opens them, looking at your reflection through hooded eyes. Your eyes meet in the mirror, staring intensely while you guided his hand to wrap around his heavy member. Removing your hand for a moment, you pull down his bottoms slightly. Then, your hand returns over his.

“Show me how to get you off? I wanna see what you look like when you cum. Please, baby. If you don’t want this, I’ll stop and we could forget this happened.”

He shakes his head, speaking in short phrases. “Don’t want to forget. Just want you. Wanted you for so long.”

“Have you ever touched yourself before?”

“Yes.” He groans when he feels your hand using his to glide up and down his cock.

“Do you think of me when you do it?”

“Yes, almost every night. I wanted you so bad. I couldn’t say anything.”

When you felt that he would carry on jerking himself off on his own, you moved your hand even lower, fondling his balls. He gasps, squeezing his hand harder around himself.

“Why couldn’t you say anything, baby? I want you just as bad. If not, more.” You squeezed tighter around his testicles each time you noticed him glide over the sensitive mushroom tip.

“You’re just so perfect. I’m not the right guy for you. I just don’t look the part. But I can’t lose you either.”

“You couldn’t possibly lose me. You’re so damn perfect the way you are. I love you and I can’t see myself without you. The truth is…I’ve also touched myself thinking of you every. single. night. I wanted to bring up taking things to the next level but I didn’t want to pressure you. But, god, you don’t know how many times I’ve been close to begging for just a little taste,” You bite his shoulder again, adding more pressure to his balls. “I want you to cum so bad. Let me show you how much I need you.”

You place a hand on the thick tip while he worked his base until a eventually his hands were on top of yours, showing you how to milk him the way he likes. The sounds of heavy breathing from both your mouths consume the atmosphere. Your free hand digs your nails into his side. He gasps. Then, you traced a finger around his areola.

“This feels so, so good but I don’t wanna come yet. I want to do that with you. To lose my virginity to you.” He admits.

“I’d be honored to be your first, hun. I wanna rock your world.”

“If I’m being honest, you’ve already accomplished that.”

“I will be calling off those plans. I want to take explore every inch of you tonight and commit you to memory. Let’s move this to the bedroom. ‘Kay, baby?”

You take his hand, not even bothering to give him the chance to pull up his pants as you push down on his shoulders and sit him on the edge of the bed.

You get on your hands and knees and immediately shove his cock down your throat with no warning to him. He groans super loud, fingers gripping the sheets and shifting them out of place.

You bob your head back and forth, savoring the salty, earthy taste of him. His thickness of his cock causing you to gag around him. You champion through it wanting to satisfy him. You let him hit the back of your throat and one hand flies to the back of your head, tugging you hair to stop you.

“No. Please. I won’t last.” He knows he sounds pathetic right now, pleading and whining.

You egg on his moans; teasing, sucking, grazing your teeth over his shaft. You look up at him, siren eyes boring into his lust-driven stare. His mouth open, slacked.

“You’re gonna cum for me. You’ll be coming for me as many times as I want today.”

You slurp all the saliva on his cock, holding it in your mouth to spit on top of his dick again. She suckles onto the sensitive head of the penis; tongue swiping left to right on the underside while one hand tugs up and down at the base. Murray had never seen such a scandalous sight. He’d dreamed of nights where you would be between his legs but none of those fantasies compare to what he witnessed and experienced now. Seeing you so starved to swallow his cock while doing such filthy things, brought him to an orgasm he didn’t expect to arrive so suddenly.

“Oh shit. Oh fuck. Y/N!” Even with his glasses on, his vision grows fuzzy. He comes so hard that he shuddering as if it were 2 degrees inside your apartment. You don’t let up once he writhes, drinking him for all he’s worthy. The salty taste of him has you addicted and your like a wild woman seeking every last drop of his essence.

He whines, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes at the sensitivity of your mouth on him. When you finally pull off him, he’s lying on his back against the mattress and his arms spread out.

“I didn’t kill you, did I?” You laugh.

He’s breathing hard. “Nah——Well, maybe a little.”

“Sorry, got carried away. You just taste so damn intoxicating. I nearly sucked you dry.”

“Oh, I noticed.” He says, letting out a breathy laugh.

You pull off your dress and underwear off, still in your heels. You slide a foot up and down from his foot to his inner thigh, the heel scraping softly on the skin. He’s still sensitive to touch, wriggling each time you moved back up to his inner thighs.

“I’d fuck you with my heels on but…I’d rather not. At least not for tonight. If I’m gonna give you the ride of your life, I don’t want anything holding me back.” You kicked them off, staring at his exhausted frame sprawled out on the bed.

“I want you on my tongue. Please ride my face. I bet you’ll taste so sweet.” Murray begs, looking down between your legs to watch the pearls of wetness trickling down them.

You moaned. You’ve never been this wet for anyone before. He hasn’t done anything to you yet and already you were in heat.

You climbed over him, kissing up his body. You lick at his happy before dipping your tongue in his navel, swirling your tongue around. Then, resume to kiss his belly.

“So beautiful” You whispered against his skin.

Finally, your lips found his once again in a frenzied kiss. This time he was no longer restraining himself, kissing you back with a hunger that left you grinding your sloppy pussy against his dick. He groans into the kiss slipping his fat tongue into your mouth for you to suck on. Your creamy release coating along his length and stomach as you continue to grind hard against him.

He pulls away from the kiss and lets out a whine against your lips.“Let me taste you please.” He sounds as if he could cry.

“Cum for me first.” You bit your lip when you heard the sticky, wet sounds of your pussy moving over the head of his penis. Every now and then his dick would prod at your entrance whenever your hole settle just right about the tip.

“Love, this feels incredible but I’m not sure if I can go again. I’m no spring chicken. It’ll be a while.”

“Take the time you need, baby. I just need you to cum so that you to taste how good you and I taste mixed together because the third time you’ll cum, it’ll be deep and hard inside of me.”

“Holy shit. Please don’t talk like that.” He feels his grip on reality loosening and he’s afraid that if you continue to talk like that, he’ll never come out the same again. He’ll be giving you what you want a lot sooner.

“Why, baby, are you gonna cum again?”

“Y-yes.” His voice wavering, tears flowing down his face from the overstimulation.

“Then do it, Murray. Make me sticky with your cum.” You swipe your cunt over and over on him and he comes once again, crying out into the air and back arching of the bed. He grips your thighs for support as you continue to slide back and forth, milking some more. His grip tightens on your thighs and you were sure there’d be bruises there in the morning but it was worth it.

When you lift off of him, your pussy messy with a mixture of your fluids. You climb over his face, hovering over it. You gently run your fingers lightly over the balding top of his head. He looks up at you lovingly as if he’s never experienced this kind of tenderness. Soon that gentleness turns into rough play, when you tangle your fingers in his hair and yanked; his head coming up off the mattress a little. You removed his glasses, tossing it to the side.

“Stick your tongue out.” Your voice is heavy with lust as straining yourself from a whimper.

He obeys, sticking out his deliciously long, fat tongue. You shuddered at the sight of him. He looked so innocent; eyes staring up at you in submission and tongue out like such a good boy.

Murray was a talker and somedays you’d find yourself staring at his mouth as he rambled away. You knew for sure that he was talented with it just by your conversations. He’s going to wreck you and you happily accepted this fate.

You tug on his curls once more pulling his mouth closer between your legs. Rocking back and forth against his tongue, you bring one hand to your nipples and pinched.

“Oh god, you’re so good for me. Letting me use your tongue to get off. You’re amazing, baby. Fuck.” You mewled, face contorted like you were both in pain and pleasure.

You feel his lips close around your clit. You began to sob at the feeling of his beard against your slick core, crying out wherever he’d moved his head and tongue up and down your pussy to collect all your juices.

“So good. Love the taste of us, my goddess.” He says in between kisses on your pussy lips then sucking each lip to gather the cum that coated them.

He wraps his arms around your thighs bringing you down your full weight onto his mouth. He dips his tongue into your tight entrance and you gasp at the sudden action. His spongy, thick appendage fucks in and out your wet hole and you grind down on him.

Murray takes a hand to softly rake down your body as he fucks you on his tongue. You were close, rubbing your clit so that you can reach for the light behind your vision. Murray spots you doing this, sucking harder on your quivering flesh.

Then you’d finally touched the light, your vision going white. You scream so loud that it surprised yourself. Your release washes over Murray, wetting his lip and beard. You grind against him as he continued to nurse you through your orgasm.

When you lifted off his face, Murray could see your cunt pulsating from its awakening.

“Shit. I nearly passed out from that.” You giggled, sliding back down so that your pussy rested on his erection once more.

“I want to be inside you so bad it hurts.”

“I’ll get rid of that pain for you, love.”

Holding his cock steady, you place yourself over the big tip and slowly sunk down. You both let out a groan. You’d gone down only a quarter of his length. Although, you were slick and wet, it was still a tight squeeze.

Murray felt his patience run thin, slamming the rest of his length into you and bottoming out. Your breath is knock out of you.

“Fuck. You’re so huge, Murray.”

“Sorry, you just felt so warm and tight. I needed you around me.” His hands are on your sides, hips snapping up into yours and watching your breasts bounce from the force. His thrusts are desperate and deep. You toes curl and your could feel each impact causing you to gush all over him.

The sounds of squelching and the bed squeaking under you filling the room. You had to take the reigns or this would end soon and you wanted to spend every moment savoring this.

You yank his hands away from you, lifting up so that only the tip remained inside before you dropped down hard on him.

“God!” He cries out.

Murray was convinced that this had been a dream. It was too amazing of a feeling being inside you for it to be real. The way you consumed his cock into your tight, hot pussy and clenched around him as if you refused him from ever displacing himself. It was too good to be true. Then, your lips found his and he’s grateful to know that this was better than a dream.

Your tongues mingled with one another’s, fighting for dominance as you continued to slam hard against him. When you pulled away, you looked up and down at him. Memorizing his fuck out expression, his body hair clinging to his skin from sweat, the sweet little sounds that escaped his lips. If you had a camera, you’d photograph him and frame it for you to look at whenever you were apart.

“Goddamn, baby, you just don’t understand how fucking sexy you are to me,” You scratch down his chest and belly before wrapping a hand around his neck, grasping it tightly. “You were going to continue to keep this from me. I’ve ached and ached and ached for you.” You punctuate the word “ache” with timed thrusts against him.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He cries out voice strained from your hand around around his throat. He attempts to stop you from grinding mercilessly against him, failing when you intertwined your fingers around his, pinning them by his head against the mattress.

“Prove to me your sorry,” You growled from above him. “Cum really fucking hard. I want to paint your cum deep within me.”

Your mouth attacks his neck, hands still pinned down so he’s force to lay there and take it. Your clit rubs deliciously against his belly and you can feel yourself really fucking close. You feel his heavy balls tighten against your ass, with each powerful upward thrust into your hot cave.

“Gonna cum.” He says, mouth open and eyes glossed over.

“Yes, baby. Cum for me. I wanna feel—” He slams hard against your g-pot and your the one that comes first, squirting your liquid release and wetting everything in its path.

You clenching and unclenching around him sends him into his third orgasm for the night. It’s borderline painful. He’s in overload as he comes deep. Your hips going over his body in a staccato rhythm from the intensity.

You release his hands allowing you to hold your sweaty bodies against the other while your high continued to persist then eventually dissipated.

Your mouths are close swallowing down each other’s gasps staring at each other like you’d just experienced something so life changing. And it certainly was.

Rolling off of him, you cuddled to his side, sticky with both of your release and sweat.

“How was that?” You asked, giggling from the euphoric high.

He chuckles clearly experiencing the same effect. He tries to speak but there are no words only hand gestures accompanied his mouthing words.

“I see I’ve rendered you speechless.” You press a kiss to his cheek.

“Oh yeah.” He sighs.

You get up from the bed, heading back to the bathroom to grab a warm towel. You’d focus on cleaning yourself up later. You swipe the rag between his legs and on his cock cleaning the evidence of your activity.

You caress his head, placing a kiss as directly on the bald spot. “Don’t ever forget that you how beautiful you are. If you do, I’ll just have to show you again.”

He looks up with a smirk. “I think I forgot again.”

You laugh. He was so silly but that was one of the many reasons you loved him. “I love you, Murray.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Murray couldn’t have asked for a better woman in his life to give himself so vulnerability to. You really were an angel.

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[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

MORE SMUTTY MURRAY HCS PLEASEEEEEEE and perhaps some aftercare ones 😌

now bc u asked so nicely i'mma go off, but it's slutty, m'k?

kinky foreplay + murray bauman hcs ✨

🧡so in another post we went through his main 5 kinks, and i referenced his bias to the more messy kind of vibe; so i think it's worth discussing here too in a little more detail:

🧡being a 70s guy, living in the middle of nowhere and not really giving a fuck at any moment, i get the vibe that he's pretty down for things to be chill. not chill like rose petals and candles though - more like, slow, messy, sloppy, lazy, languid, unabashedly-horny-chill, yk?

🧡the indolent and lazy energy is just rampant when he screws, like, i just feel it.

🧡it wouldn't surprise me if he was either a smart and well-to-do intellectual of the 60s/70s, or just straight-up a weed-smoking, long-haired, flip-flop-wearing hippie who'd lovemake all day and then get some conspiracy work done all night with an almost constant stream of vodka in the mix, ofc

🧡so now he's older, had more time to figure himself out and get set in his ways a little more, i see him as keening pretty hard into the lazy!play vibe, like,

🧡i can imagine a bunch of foreplay revolving around it ngl; sloppy french kisses, slow groping all over each other, esp thighs and pussy; grinding and and humping each other, loud, wanton groans and whines, lowkey just the baseline

🧡he's a big fan of the lube/liquid aspect too tbh, so lots of hickeys, licked trails up your collarbones and all over ur titties, bc ofc. open-mouthed, steamy and messy makeout sessions abound, and if u pair it with the occasional hair-pull or running of your hands over his chest?? i think he'd esp dig it

🧡likewise, i think bc of his spit kink, he'd def be down for y'all to just go at it with v languid, sensual tongue kissing esp. like y'all can be all tongue, groans and moans into each other's mouths, for like 10-20mins, and he's legit a happy camper. although this extends not just to foreply, but also oral-

🧡as we discussed before, he's an oral giver first and foremost, so paired with his love of all things wet and lazy, you can expect a lot of almost pornographically although 70s, if it helps lmao lewd slurping and slobbering all over your wet, swollen pussy;

🧡lots of loud groans and 'hggnh-'s too, bc he legit can't handle it when ur thighs start to shake, and all that extra arousal just drips right out of you and onto his awaiting lips, and he never gets tired of the sweet+salty scent of ur sticky pussy, like-oml??

🧡i also see him as not too interested in edging his partners, but being pretty down to be edged himself. so with that in mind, i think when he gets down (or underneath) there, he's legit just barreling right towards making you cum. not much teasing, after the first 5-10mins of foreplay, bc he's then trained to make your pussy clench and leak all over his mouth and beard ofc via orgasm solely

🧡that isn't to say that he sticks to one thing though, bc as explored previously i think he'd be a big fan of using his tongue a lot. like, a lot of circular motions; licking as far into your pussy as possible, and ofc, just going flat-tongue and having you ride down on it~

🧡the idea of your slick juices, paired with the warmth of your swollen, hot pussy opening right up against his mouth??? ngl i do think it's just right that he'd cum from a couple upward thrusts while ur riding him just on that vibe alone ygwim?

🧡not to labor the point here either, but saliva and his precum would also be big parts of the lube situ as well. like, when he's eating you out, i think he'd be happy to just start while he's going on you;

🧡so he'd be slurping up ur wet, warm pussy while he's got a hand tugging at his stiffened, leaky cock too. he'd scoop up all the extra arousal from his dick, maybe spit into his palm, mix it, and then rub it all over your lips and pussy opening, ngl i'm gross sorry

🧡i see him as a big fan of pseudo-massage stuff too, so you can bet hes really going to town on rubbing your mixed juices all over your pussy, starting from your clit, continuing down further between your legs; a lot of 'mhmhuhh, fuck..look at that sweetie..", "god, you're wet..can you feel it, babygirl?? looks real pretty, shit", "you like that, don't you?? huh, yeah you do, i can feel it..all wet and slippery, fuck, i w'na get inside you sweetheart"-type stuff, yk?

🧡likewise, i don't think he really gives a fuck about things 'looking' nice yk? he's more for the pure sensations, so a lot of janky-looking positions and methods in which to achieve the most pleasure are commonplace

🧡if things don't look 'nice' or go 'wrong', i genuinely don't think he'd really care; like, the priority it for y'all to cum, so he's not wasting time getting worked up or embarrassed about things that could happen,

🧡need extra lube? "well let's go get it"; more foreplay? "sure, but you're riding my face, right??"; different surface? "yeah, let's try the chair again--threw a knee on the counter last time"-

🧡i think irrespective if it looks wack asf, he's out here to make it feel the best, so if you fall off the bed, or can't fit his cock inside you just yet, he's not getting flustered - like, he's pretty seasoned, so i'mma say he just turns you 'round or lifts a leg up, and tries again and again, and again...u know the drill

hope you liked that - lowkey embarrassed i simp for a senior citizen, but idgaf i had fun writing this. 🤭

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[abnormalobjects]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/ChA8FboJ_Zk/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link so this has killed me, and something where you're kneeling in front of Murray as he's sat in a chair like this, teasing him and rubbing your hands along his thighs before getting smutty would be really great if you'd feel so inclined

Thank you for sending me that video, I didn't know I needed it in my life!! This is a little shorter, and not as smutty as I normally write, BUT! I haven't written smut in like one hundred years (more like 6 months) so I'm getting back into the groove! I'm currently writing a more in depth smut, so this is a nice warm up! Warnings: 18+!!! Pet names, oral (m receiving), praise kink (slightly), let me know if I missed anything!!

You are on your knees in front of Murray, pushing your hair out of your face and giving him an innocent stare. Your tongue runs across your bottom lip and you see Murray tense.

"Getting impatient, hm?" You question him. Murray grunts, rubbing himself through his pants. You give him a sweet smile, "Since you're already so fired up, I think I'll take my time."

Your soft smile twists into a cocky grin and your eyes go dark. You push yourself up slightly, your hands resting on Murray's currently clothed thighs. Your touch is barely there, but when you feel him relax you know he can feel you. Your hands begin to gently rub up and down his thighs, and you softly hum to yourself when you get a reaction out of him.

A grunt, a low grunt, pushes past his lips and his hips jolt slightly. 'Oh, how the tables have turned,' you want to laugh to yourself. Your hands trail back down his thighs, and you fall back on your ass, looking up at Murray with a fire in your eyes.

"What do you want?" You cock your head, acting as if you really had no clue.

"You know exactly-"

"Uh-uh," You catch him off guard. "Tell me what you desire, what exactly do you want me to do?" Your fingers dance up his thighs as he tries to put his thoughts into words. Finally, he gets to know what it feels like to be on the receiving end. "Use your words, baby."

"Fuck-" Murray is gripping the arms of the chair he's in, "This isn't fair!"

You fake a pout at him and your fingers wander towards his belt. You begin to slowly undo it, still waiting for Murray instructions on what he needs from you.

"I want you to suck my cock, fuck- Please-" He's almost stuttering, his words fumble from his lips.

"Your wish is my command, my love," You smile up at him and begin to move a little more quickly. He helps you shimmy his pants down once the belt is off, and you're immediately putting your mouth to work.

One his hands moves from the arm of the chair and to your scalp, fingers roughly intertwining with your hair. He's halfway down your throat when his hand gives a slight tug, causing you to gasp. This pulls a moan from Murray.

One of your hands is pumping his cock while the other is fiddling with the zipper on your pants. Your planted firmly on your knees, unmoving, even as Murray's hips slightly buck.

"Shit," Murray sighs, "baby, you're doing so well," he's quick to praise you, and you give a hum of appreciation causing his hips to roll, leaving you lightly gagging on his dick.

Your free hand moves towards your clit and you begin to paly with yourself while sucking the soul out of your boyfriend. Your moans and sighs of ecstasy leave Murray seeing stars. His hand, tangled in your hair, is leading you up and down his cock. it's slightly faster than the pace you had held before, but you don't complain.

Murray is getting close to cumming, you can tell. His hip thrusts are becoming a little more sloppy and he's holding onto you like his life depends on it.

"Fuck, shit-" Murray's head is rolled back and his eyes are closed tightly. He gives a couple more thrusts, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You're slow to pull away when he cums. Some of it getting in your mouth, but most of it gets on your chest.

The both of you are breathing a little heavily and once you realize how tired Murray looks, you begin to stand.

"Where are you going?" Murray asks, his hand grabbing yours.

"I didn't finish, and you're tired, I'm gonna go take care of myself-"

"Uh-uh," Murray shakes his head, "Do you really think I'm gonna leave you high and dry? C'mere, I need to repay you."

Without a word, you go back to Murray. You know it's going to be an eventful night.

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