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houseofripley · 2 months

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Can you do a rhea x fem!reader story where rhea and reader are in Highschool and have both had feeling for eachother for the longest time and both haven’t confessed but all that changes because rhea ask reader to prom and they end up kissing and it leads to something else (ifykyk😏) (smut n a lil bit of fluff too🙏)

Starry Prom Night

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT, Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Scissoring, Praise, Cheek Cupping & Kissing Galore, INSANE PLOT BUILDING FOR NO REASON LOL SORRYYYYYY IM A YEARNER (im serious this is like 67% plot building)

WORD COUNT: 3,731

A/N: this is just pure sapphic yearning on my end LMAO anyways anon i had so much fun writing this even though its all over the place!!!

also can you tell where i got impatient with all the plot building lol

“Rhea, I seriously don’t know how many more of these cheesy signs I can’t take. I think I’m gonna go insane.” You grunted, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

Prom season was in full swing. It was third period and you had just witnessed what had to have been the seventh promposal of the day. This year would be the mark of your and your best friend, Rhea’s senior prom. Senior prom was a date thousands of dreamed about, wanting to show up and show out one last time before waving goodbye to their highschool years.

Every girl except you and Rhea. You both despised the thought of prom. Why would any sane person spend hundreds of dollars on an outfit just to spend their night drenched in sweat in the school gymnasium?

Fuck that!

“Romeo O Romeo! Will thou spend your Saturday night with I, drinking punch next to the locker rooms?” Rhea mocked, elbowing your arm.

You shook your head, pressing your lips together trying to keep your laughter silent. The commotion of classmates was soon drowned out by thoughts as your eyes met Rhea’s, causing your tightened lips to curl into a small smile.

Rhea’s blue eyes never failed to warm you. Everytime you gazed into those beachy eyes you were brought back to the day you first met the girl. Seventh grade, first period, language arts. A quiet blonde girl sporting a Pierce The Veil shirt was assigned to sit next to you. Nobody knew anything about the girl besides the fact she had just moved basically across the globe. You spent the entire period thinking of what you could possibly say to her, because what do you even say to a kid that was just relocated from South Australia all the way to some shitty suburban town?

“Cool shirt.”

And it fucking worked somehow. You were immediately attached to her hip. The two of you grew closer with each day that passed. You were inseparable. She was everything to you. Sleepovers every weekend. ‘Study’ sessions that were spent play fighting with each other. Singing pop-punk songs at the top of your lungs till your throats were raw. Dying your hair the same shade of blue at three in the morning. She was even at your side while your parents scolded you the morning after for said blue hair.

Jesus Christ. Lost in her eyes again? Snap out of it already!

“Yo, Alice in Wonderland, you okay?” Rhea playfully questioned, breaking your trance by poking at your thigh.

“Just…thinking. That’s all.” You softly chuckled. You were telling the truth, you were just thinking. Just thinking about her. Thinking about her touch, her hands, her pierced nose, her lips, her stupid cool shirts.

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“Jesus, someone’s eager to get out of here.” You laughed, trailing behind Rhea who was booking it over to her small black Lexus.

“Dude, can you blame me? It’s like everyone has some sort of prom fever. I am not letting it catch me.” Rhea complained, ducking into the vehicle.

You made your way to the passenger side of the car before hopping into the seat next to Rhea. “I counted eighteen of those damn signs today.” You babbled, resting your arm on the center console before trailing on, diffusing the topic, “Anyways, let’s go thrifting or something. I don’t wanna go home.”

Rhea shrugged in agreeance before pulling out of her parking spot. She knew things were tough for you at home. You had recently come out as lesbian to your parents. They weren't unsupportive but they weren't exactly supportive at the same time which had built quite a bit of tension in the household. You came out to Rhea just about two years ago, who was more than supportive. She was your number one defender, always there to threaten whichever classmate that dared to ridicule you.

You knew absolutely nothing about Rhea’s sexuality. Hell, even Rhea knew nothing about her sexuality. She only knew one thing, that she liked you. She didn’t even know when she caught feelings for you, it was like the sentiments were there since the moment you first spoke to her. She hoped as time went on the flutters she’d feel for you would pass on but recently she couldn’t seem to even push the mere thought of you out of her head, it was killing her.

The drive to the nearest thrift shop was comfortably silent…silent if you ignored the Black Veil Brides cd Rhea had blaring…

Entering the store the pair of you let out scoffed laughs as the first thing catching your attention was a large display of second hand dresses. Shaking it out of your heads and ignoring it at first you carried on to wander the isles, grabbing whatever caught your eye to try on later although you’d inevitably end back up to the racks of long dresses. You weren't a big fan of dresses but you wanted to waste as much time as you possibly could, so you decided to browse the gowns with Rhea.

She pulled a deep maroon dress, the form fitting glittered bodice was paired with a looser, more freeing skirt. “Try it on!” Rhea pushed, shoving the dress into your arms.

“I’d look so stupid in this.” You gave Rhea a bewildered look.

“Oh c’mon just try it!”

“Rhe’ when have you ever given a shit about this stuff?”

“Dude you’re the one that wanted to waste time here…” Rhea playfully scorned, diverting your question.

“Urgh, I hate when you’re right.” You huffed, shuffling towards the dressing room.

“How ridiculous do I look?” You pouted, opening the door of the changing room before shuffling to the closest mirror.

Rhea stood behind you, peering over your shoulder as you silently studied yourself in the mirror. You looked at Rhea through the mirror as she opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself in her tracks. “I mean it’s cute but where in the world would I wear this?” You shrugged, adjusting the straps as Rhea chewed on her cheeks.

“Wear it to prom.” Rhea timidly broke her silence.

“Why would I go to prom, Rhe’? First of all it would be so lame and second of all I’d have nobody to go with. I’m just gonna put this back.” You mumbled, turning to make your way back into the changing room.

A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Go with me…” Rhea blurted out, sounding scared of her own words. Her statement caused you to turn to face her with a puzzled expression, Rhea herself even looked surprised at what she just said. Fearing your rejection she quickly added on, “Ya know, like as a joke and stuff. We can make it not lame…”

“As a joke?” Your heart that was skipping beats just seconds ago was immediately let down.

“Yeah. It’s just a stupid idea we don’t hav-”

“No, let's go…as a joke.” You interrupted Rhea’s nervous deflection. “We’ve got nothing better to do.” You shrugged on watching Rhea’s anxieties fade into the distance as her classic cheeky smile crept upon her face.

After you swapped out of your dress you returned to Rhea who was holding up a silky black dress with a deep slit in the skirt. “This’ll work. I’m too lazy to try anything on.” She chuckled while shrugging.

“That's ballsy Rhe-Rhe.”

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Tonight was the night, you were sat atop Rhea’s bathroom counter, finishing up your makeup while Rhea was shuffling around her closet searching for a pair of shoes. It had been four weeks since Rhea ‘asked’ you to prom and you simply couldn’t keep your mind off it. Although you two planned this whole thing as a joke, something shifted ever so slightly between the two of you, maybe it wasn’t a joke, who knows. Rhea had your heart in your throat at every moment and you were the topic of every thought that popped into Rhea’s head. More than ever the both of you were head over heels for each other, just terrified the other wouldn’t reciprocate those shared feelings.

Your parents were completely unaware you’d be attending prom. You had informed them you were staying with a friend before immediately storming off to Rhea’s house. Rhea’s parents hadn’t a clue either, they were under the impression tonight would be just another night of the two of you doing nothing for hours then sneaking out to go for a drive at three in the morning. There truly wasn’t much reasoning behind this secret, you guys just wanted to have this night for yourselves without pestering parents.

“Urgh! At this point I’m gonna go barefoot!” You could hear yet another pair of shoes be tossed to the floor. You slid off Rhea’s counter, stepped out of her bathroom and over to her closet. She was already in her dress tearing through a pile of shoes on the floor. “What has gotten into you Rhe’?” You leaned against the doorframe laughing at the fact that Rhea of all people was stressing over shoes.

Rhea rolled her eyes ignoring your banter. “Would it make me a hipster if I wore converse?”

“Oh absolutely, I dare you!”

“You know I will,” Rhea retorted, picking up a black pair of the canvas shoes.

You chuckled before turning to return to the bathroom, letting Rhea know you were gonna change. You got into your dress with ease up until you came to the zipper on the back. You groaned in annoyance, reaching behind to your back attempting to wiggle the zipper to no avail.

“Rhe’, can you help me real quick?” You asked while popping your head out the door.

“Hm? What’s up?” Rhea turned around and questioned before making her way up to you, trying to keep her gaze from falling down to the hand placed on your chest, keeping the dress from completely slipping from your body.

“Zippers stuck,” You pouted, turning around. Rhea’s hand swept across the base of your neck, sweeping your hair to the side. You watched her through the mirror as she began fumbling with the metal, ultimately getting it to slide up your back.

After an awkward exchange of bashful looks the two of you finished getting ready in each other's company. You sat next to Rhea slipping into your shoes while she tied off her converse, took a handful of polaroid pictures together, then eventually snuck out Rhea’s window to begin your hike to the school.

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“Ouu! Ripley’s got a date!” Was whistled out by a classmate as you and Rhea made your way down the congested hallway, making Rhes roll her eyes.

“Shut up dickhead! We’re here as a joke.” Rhea rebutted, flipping the guy off as she carried on down the hall.

Here as a joke but her flushed cheeks and sweaty hand gripping yours told a slightly different story.

“Dickheads always running their mo-” Rhea muttered, stepping into the crowded gymnasium.

“Shh. It’s fine, you shouldn’t worry about them.” You cut off Rhea, giving her hand a squeeze as you examined the starry night themed room. The area was dimly lit by blue leds and strings of fairy lights. Blue curtains decorated with paper stars draped over the majority of the walls while an array of tables adorned with bottles of fairy lights surrounded a dance floor full of teenagers.

You both seated yourselves near the stage where a live band was playing. Your legs pressed against one another as you fell into an array of conversations. Thirty minutes had managed to sneak by before your meaningless conversation was cut short by your biology teacher.

“You girls gonna sit here and chat all night? Go dance!”

“But dancing is lame, Mr. Brown.” Rhea groaned while you both turned to face the man.

“I promise you that in ten years you’ll regret not doing anything at your senior prom. Seriously, go dance!” Your teacher stood behind you giving his words of advice. Rhea peeked over to you looking for your opinion. You gave her a ‘why not’ shrug before rising from your seat.

“But I don't even know how to slow dance.” Rhea whined to herself under her breath as she stood up. “If we have to dance, we’re dancing in the corner cause I’m gonna look stupid.” She stipulated.

You guided Rhea over to a secluded section of the dance floor near a wall, reassuring her that you also had no clue on what you were doing.

“We’ll just do what everyone else is doing, Rhe’.”

“I think this right,” Rhea unassuredly giggled with a racing heart, taking a hold of your left hand while wrapping her free hand around your waist. You shook your hair to cover your flushing cheeks as you brought your right hand to rest on her shoulder. The pair of you began swaying to the music while trying to hold back laughter, both in slight disbelief at your current situation. Prom was the last place either of you ever expected to be attending.

You were already trailing back into the pit of those sapphire eyes, drowning out all external noise you missed Rhea humming about how beautiful you looked. You were too occupied taking in the essence of your childlike crush to take notice of the grip Rhea had on your waist tightening. You were fully prepared to stare into those eyes all night, but Rhea was eager to run a risk.

A set of warm lips fell onto you abruptly, pulling you by the waist into a desperate kiss. All five senses rushed over your body, sending a rush of adrenaline through your bloodstream, placing you in awe too shocked to move.

Rhea forced herself to pull away, letting a sigh of relief out before the panic settled in, “Shit. I, god I’m so-”

Your thoughts had just now grasped what just happened.

This was a kiss that spent years in the making…you were not just gonna let it end like that.

Your hand slipped to the back of Rhea’s head, pushing Rhea back into the kiss, forcibly putting an end to her apology. She immediately fell back into your lips, closing her dilated eyes. While her tongue slid across your bottom lip begging to deepen the kiss, her hands slid up to cup your cheeks. Time slid away as the two of you fell into each other in your isolated corner of the gymnasium.

Rhea pulled herself from your lips breathless, her parted lips forming an open smile. She wanted more. You attempted to collect your thoughts while catching your breath. Both of you were attempting to draft a response while gazing into each other, because what do you say after tasting your best friend of five years?

“Cool.” You nodded

Rhea shook her head scoffing out a laugh, still making an attempt to regulate her breath. She took grip of your hand, giving it a squeeze before beginning to pull you into the hall without speaking a word.

“Wher-”

“Just follow me!” Rhea cut you off, rushing through the halls as she dragged you behind herself, both of you trying not to stumble over your dresses.

She halted in front of the nurses office before fiddling with the keypad on the door, “God bless modern technology,” She muttered, managing to get the door open as you watched in disbelief. “Don’t even ask.” She chuckled, scanning the hall to make sure you were in the clear before tugging you into the room.

Once Rhea’s foot forced the door shut her lips directly got to work pinning themselves to your neck, nipping at the delicate skin.

“Shit Rhe’, there might be cameras.” You pushed through a stunned whine.

“There's none…” Rhea couldn't even pull her lips away from your skin as she spoke, “Wouldn't stop me either way, I’ve waited too long for this.” She grunted, dragging her kisses to your collarbone. “Now please tell me I can keep going.”

“I don’t think I could ever tell you to stop.” You pulled Rhea’s face to meet your eyes, whispering your confession. There was no need for Rhea to open her mouth, the look on her face alone told you that was exactly what she needed to hear.

“You have no fucking clue how long I’ve waited for this.” Rhea growled, grasping your cheeks as she pulled you over to the nurses twin sized treatment bed.

She brought her legs to straddle over you, lowering her chest to hover over you. Rhea was attached to you like a dog, her lips were sloppy against yours as her hands snuck to pull up the skirt of your dress.

Rhea brought herself between your legs, in a rush to finally get a taste of your core.

“Please…I’m begging you, please don't make me wait more than I already have.” Rhea looked up at you pleading.

Your heart was in your throat as you fervently nodded. “I wanna hear your voice,” Rhea begged, whispering out your name.

“Rhea, please just do anything, I need, I need you.”

With that said she hurriedly slid your panties down your legs, tossing them to the foot of the bed. Rhea was making it clear that tonight was her time to shine.

“Fuck, you’re perfect…” Rhea murmured, awed at the sight of your soaked cunt. Her arms tangled themselves around your legs. After years her tongue finally made contact with your delicacy, she preached a string of curses, finally getting what she was after. You propped yourself on your elbows to catch the sight of Rhea exploring your brand new world. You could feel a smirk between your legs as her eyes met yours, thirstily watching you watch.

“Tastes so good.” Rhea praised, sweeping her tongue through your folds before bringing herself to round your clit. You chewed on your cheeks to hush the moans escaping your throat as Rhea wrapped her lips around your sensitivity, allowing her to lightly suck at your skin. Your legs made an unsuccessful attempt at wrapping around Rhea’s head only to be overtaken by her hands, prying them open, giving her full access to devour your aching heat.

The stealthy addition of two fingers into your emptiness was only amplifying the wobbly knees her mouth alone had created. Her fingers began steadily massaging into you, causing an arch to form over your back. The mixture of Rhea’s roaming tongue and grinding digits already had a knot forming in your stomach.

“Fucking Christ Rhe’, where the fuck did you learn all this.” You struggled out through moans. Rhea let out a soft chuckle as she continued to take your clit into her mouth, rolling her tongue piercing over your sensitivity.

Rhea gave your cunt one last kiss before she brought herself to face you. Now that Rhea had finally gotten a taste of your mouth she couldn't get enough, she had to return for more. Your lips once again blended together, your moans now slipping into Rhea’s mouth as her fingers curled inside your core.

“God, you sound so beautiful.” Rhea admired, pressing her warmed forehead against yours while her digits continued toying with your clenching walls. Her thumb was soon added to the mixture of pleasure as it rubbed rhythmic circles over your bud.

“Rhe’, I want to feel you against me,” You opened your eyes, pulling from her kiss while your hips rolled against her working digits. “Please.”

Rhea nodded, her eyes full of adoration, she’d do whatever it took to please you no matter if it took minutes or hours. She let her fingers come to a declined pace before withdrawing from your warmth. She stood up, licking her fingers clean before riding her dress up her legs and dropping her panties. She rushed to return to the bed pulling your leg into the air before propping a leg of hers next to your hip.

Rhea settled her heat against yours, letting out a heavy breath. She gradually started rocking her hips against you, mixing your slick together. You watched as the new sensation of pleasure washed over her, causing her jaw to drop open and her eyes to roll to the back of her head.

“Just…just like that.” You whimpered as you began to grind your hips at a matching pace, chasing towards your climax. Rhea’s arm clung to your leg that was situated in the air for support as the sound of quiet moans and the rustling of dress fabric bounced around the room.

“Feels so good, fuck.” Rhea quickened her motions, moaning out the nickname she created for you through heavy breaths.Rhea pushed herself further against you chasing her own high as you squirmed beneath her grinds.

“Rhe’, I’m gonna cum.” You whined out, reaching for a hand to cling to. Her hand met you halfway, instantly taking you into her grip she pulled you up to meet her face. She was back to those oh-so passionate kisses she could now never get enough of. “Please, Rhe’!” You cried against her, her movements bucking against your cunt.

Rhea nodded into your kiss signaling for your release, her own climax just seconds away. Your series of moans brushed against Rhea’s lips as your orgasm washed over you, hers quickly following. Muffled whines echoed around the room as Rhea’s thrusts against you faltered.

After riding out your highs together, Rhea squeezed herself next to you on the tiny bed and rested her hand on your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. “I swear to god if you say cool.” Rhea looked over at you giggling.

“Unfair!” You joked, resting your head against Rhea’s chest. You both fell into silence simply taking in the moment, reflecting on everything that had just happened. Rhea peppered small kisses to the top of your head as you toyed with the fabric of her dress.

“We should probably get outta here before somebody finds us.” Rhea suggested, breaking the silence.

“Wanna go dance again?” You teased as you turned to face her.

Rhea quickly shook her head, “I’m never gonna dance again. I was so bad.” She laughed, “How about we go find a parking lot and makeout under the stars, hm?”

“I seriously would have never expected you to be all smoochy, Rhe’.”

“Look, I have like five years of kisses to make up for!”

#this one is such a mess sorry lol #i fear i yearned too much #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley #rhea ripley oneshot #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley fanfiction #wwe x reader #wwe smut

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upmost-rylan · 4 months

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// Fanart , boatem crew meaning Mumbo , Grian , Gtws , pearlescentmoon and Impulse , stars

. ✨☁️Starry Sleepover☁️✨

A lil VERY LATE entry to @applestruda ‘s DTIYS! I wanted to draw this for a while but i had to complete more art than expected BUT WE FINALLY GOT TO THIS!!! Also PLEASE go check their art out! All their art is so cozy, it feels like sitting near a camp fire!

Zoom Ins for all the characters if anyone wants this!

Mr. Good times with Scar with jellie!

Pearl

Impulse

Grian

Also if anyone new to my grian art is here asks where are grian’s limbs i just like to headcannon him as a amputee who uses robot prosthetics made by mumbo and no one sleeps with metal socks and gloves people

And mumbo!

#beeboatemdtiys #digital art #art #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #artist #artwork #my art #draws #digital painting #drawing #grian fanart #mumbo fanart #gtws fanart #impulse fanart #pearlecentmoon fanart #fanart

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angelbunny-arts · 4 months

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@applestruda 's Starry Sleepover !!! theyre so eepy and cozy fr

had sm fun with this one:D i love starry themes

#beeboatemdtiys #mcyt #hermitcraft #hermitblr #boatem #grian #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv #pearlecentmoon #art #bun art!!

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vialofarsenic · 5 months

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starry night sleepover

finished art for @applestruda's dtiys!

#fanart #grian #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #finished art #boatem #beeboatemdtiys

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integra1127grimmreaper · 2 months

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Should Probably Leave (Joel Miller)

Joel Miller Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Warning: fluff, implied smut, angst

Summary: After being Sarah's babysitter for the past ten years, Joel and you finally act upon your feelings for one another but your chance at a good life pushes Joel to make sacrifice it all. Inspired by - Chris Stapleton's - You Should Probably Leave.

"So, officially part of the workin' class..." a very familiar voice drawls out from behind, causing you to turn around with a broad smile.

"Hey, Joel... thought we weren't comin'."

Joel audibly scoffs, "miss my favorite person's graduation party...? Never", giving you a playful wink then.

You roll your eyes at his words, "favorite person? Only because I've babysat your kid for cheap for the past ten years."

Joel presses a hand to his chest in pretend offense, "ya wound me, Sweetheart."

With another eyeroll, you softly chuckle at him, "where's Sarah?"

"Out back, with the rest of the kids" he nods his head in the direction, "she'll come round to pester ya soon 'nuff."

"Guess she don't need me much anymore now she's a teenager..." you remark disheartened as you think of the once four-year-old little girl that used to cling to like a barnacle.

"Nah, ya still her best friend" Joel attempts to cheer you up.

You respond with a weak smirk, shrugging, "if ya say so."

"Ahem..." Joel clears his throat, awkwardly scratching the back of his head, "got ya a lil graduation gift."

"Really...?" you stare at him in starry-eyed disbelief.

"It's at the house though" he nervously chuckles, "wanted to give it to ya in private, without makin' a fuss"; referring to the house filled with people.

"No-fuss-Miller..." you giggle at his explanation and his chuckles along, nodding.

"Yeah. Come round later and I'll give to ya?"

"Sure thing, Miller" you broadly smile in agreement.

The interaction between Joel and you end when your mother calls you over to talk to someone and you leave Joel to head over to them. What you didn't notice though; was the look of yearning on his face as you walked away from him.

"Hi there..." you smile at Joel when he opens the door for you.

"Hey, c'mon in" Joel flashes you a dimpled smile, stepping aside to allow you entrance.

"Sarah home?" you enquire at how quiet the house was.

"Nope. Sleepover at a friend's" Joel responds, shutting the door.

"Was hopin' we'd do a movie night" you plop onto the couch with a disappointed sigh.

"Sorry to disappoint ya, hun..." Joel plops down next to you, a small gift box in hand.

"That my gift?" you eagerly eye it.

"Ain't we an eager beaver...?" Joel teasingly bobs his head from side to side, handing it over to you then.

"Don't start with me, Miller..." you shoot him a glare, lips twitching in amusement as you open the box.

"Oh my gosh, Joel!" you stared open mouthed at the silver pedant necklace.

Joel shyly smirks at your reaction, "it's a Celtic infinity knot cross. Symbolizes everlastin' love, friendship an loyalty, least what the guy at the jeweler said..."

Your heart couldn't help but skip a beat at the mention of everlasting love. Could he possibly feel the same as you? Then again, he mentioned friendship, so it was only wishful thinking on your side as always. Joel had never once shown any interest you and you were quite sure he never would.

"Want me to put it on for ya?" Joel enquires, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Sure" you hastily move your hair out the way for him to put on.

"Perfect..." Joel remarks, admiring the pedant resting on your chest.

Reaching up to touch it, your stared starry-eyed at him, "it's beautiful, Joel... thank you."

Joel silently returns the stare; you were absolutely breathtaking, and he wanted to kiss you more than anything at that moment. Knowing that it was quite impossible but not wanting you to leave just yet, Joel offers up something he had never before.

"If ya still keen on the movie night, I don't mind still doin' it... that is, if ya fine with it."

Ecstatic at his offer but not wanting to seem too eager, you teasingly act taken aback, "ya really prepared to sit through a chick flick just to keep me company, Miller?"

Joel scoffs, rolling his eyes at your remark, "as if I ain't done it every time Sarah an ya have a movie night..."

"She always falls asleep halfway through..." you chuckle, nodding in agreement.

"Then ya forced to sit through the rest of it with just my ol' ass for company" Joel drawls in response.

"Ya ain't old..." you scoff, lightly slapping his arm in protest.

"If ya say so" Joel utters out under his breath, giving his head a little shake then, "so, what torture ya got for me this evenin'?"

Reaching for your bag, you flash him a sly smirk, "actually brought two, one to watch with Sarah an one you would enjoy, for after she fell asleep..."

"Really?" Joel's eyes widen in excited interest, "whataya got?"

Taking the DVD out, you playfully wave it in front of his face.

"Oooo... that's one of my favorites!" Joel gasps, snatches it out of your hands in excitement.

"I know" you chuckle in response, "thought I'd repay ya for all the times ya were to finish watchin' all those chick flicks with me."

"Ya a doll!" Joel comment, causing you to lightly blush at his words.

"No problem..."

"This calls for snacks an some drinks, don't cha think?" Joel enthusiastically jumps up from the couch scampering towards the kitchen whilst you shook your head, giggling in amusement.

I know it ain't all that late But you should probably leave

And I recognize that look in your eyes Yeah, you should probably leave

'Cause I know you and you know mech And we both know where this is gonna lead You want me to say that I want you to stay So you should probably leave Yeah, you should probably leave

As interesting as the movie was, you found Joel to be way more; sneaking side-eye peeks at him every time you took a sip your drink.

What you didn't know was; that Joel was quite aware of what you were doing, making it extremely difficult for him to fight the urge to just give in and kiss you. As much as he wanted to, Joel knew it was impossible, you were everything could possibly want a woman; smart, fun, strong, and most importantly; you cared deeply for his daughter. Even though you were only twelve years older than Sarah, you were the closes thing to a mother figure she had ever known. Although it seemed that she wasn't fazed by the possibility of you moving away, Joel knew his daughter well enough to know that the girl was shattered by it. You were the most constant woman in her life and soon you would be leaving, it wasn't far off to believe that the girl felt that she was losing her second chance at having a mother. Sarah never knew her real mother, so there wasn't much to miss about her. But you... you were part of her life for the past ten years and that meant the loss of you would hurt far more.

Sarah wasn't the only one being torn apart by the realization though, Joel was too. He wanted more than anything to keep you by their sides, yet he knew it was impossible. You were still young, had your entire life ahead of you, was just about to start the career of your dreams, unlike him. He was washout and old, a father to a teenager and he knew it would be selfish of him to ask you to stay with them. You had your own life to live, even if it meant breaking his and Sarah's hearts in the process.

There's still time for you to finish your wine Then you should probably leave And it's hard to resist, alright, just one kiss Then you should probably leave

'Cause I know you and you know me And we both know where this is gonna lead You want me to say that I want you to stay So you should probably leave Yeah, you should probably leave

Like a devil on my shoulder, you keep whisperin' in my ear

And it's gettin' kinda hard for me to do the right thing here I wanna do the right thing, baby

As the movie continued, Joel was finding it more difficult to keep his need for you suppressed, especially when you lean into him to rest your head against his shoulder. Lost in the moment and as if it was the most natural reaction, Joel absentmindedly places his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side.

Attempting your best to hide a satisfied smirk, you begin playing with the taut material of his t-shirt spanning across his middle.

"Whataya doing...?" Joe's voice calls you out.

"Er... nothing" you slowly retreat your hand, but Joel stops it.

"Now why don't I believe ya, Sweetheart...?"

"Don't know what ya mean" you murmur, feeling put on the spot as you attempt to pull away from him.

"Nuh-uh..." Joel quickly responds, gripping your chin to look him in the eyes, "ya know exactly what I mean."

"Joel..." you softly plea, tears of frustration prickling your eyes.

"Jesus..." Joel mutters out at the needy look in your eyes. Not able to any further deny either of you of what you both desperately wanted, Joel's head tips down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.

Letting out a soft whimper, you reach up to bury your fingers in the back of Joel's hair; allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.

"Just as sweet as I thought ya would taste..." Joel slur against your lips.

"Less talkin', more kissin'..." you grumble out, causing Joel to chuckle as he pulls you into his lap.

"I got ya, Sweetheart..."

The kiss becomes more heated then as Joel's hands travel up your dress to grip at of your bottom. Letting out an approving at the contact and feeling the swell of Joel's erection beneath, you slowly began grinding down onto it. Breathing out a deep moan, Joel's grip on you tightens as he assists by rocking you against his clothed member.

Breaking from the kiss for some air, Joel rests his forehead against yours, "wanna take this to the bedroom?"

You against him once with a soft whine, "please..."

Sun on your skin, 6 am And I been watchin' you sleep And honey, I'm so afraid you're gonna wake up and say That you should probably leave

'Cause I know you and you know me And we both know where this is gonna lead I want you to stay, but you'll probably say That you should probably leave

Yeah, you should probably leave Oh, you should probably leave

Joel silently stared at your beautiful features as you laid sleeping draped over him, you were absolutely magnificent, and he still couldn't believe that last night had happened. He felt like the happiest man alive at that moment, yet he knew the feeling would be short-lived and it was killing him to have to attempt it. You could never be his, not the way he wanted you to be, not when you had so much potential ahead of you.

He wished that last night had never ended and that this morning had never come. Joel knew he had to let you go and live your life, even it meant breaking both your hearts to do so.

NXT

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel x you #joel tlou #the last of us #pedro pascal

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An Attempt at a One Night Stand Pt 3

Eddie Munson x SingleMom!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Summary: Eddie and Y/n try being vulnerable during their first sleepover

Content Warnings: Fem/AFAB!Reader, use of Y/N, mature language and themes, SMUT, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, nipple play, hair pulling, spanking, edging, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), pet names (baby, good girl, sweet girl, etc) slight degradation(?), eddie is a switch, reader is a switch, squirting, mostly porn

A/N: Regarding the tag list. 🤍 I’m sorry if you didn’t get tagged, it wouldn’t let me mention more than 50 people, but holy shit, I can’t believe that many people want to be apart of this series 😭

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Y/n couldn’t help but scream into a throw pillow out of excitement after she heard Eddie pull out of the driveway, Danny tucked away in bed for the night.

The evening had gone well— better than well, great, in fact. Neither of the young adults could wipe the smiles from their faces after they’d parted, newly made plans for a sleepover on Wednesday evening set for after she got off work late.

“That’ll be the perfect opportunity to have Danny stay the night at—ulgh—Ginger’s.” She mentioned through a grunt from the floral loveseat as her little boy flopped on top of her stomach. “Sleepover?” Danny asked with excitement brewing in his starry dark eyes.

“Yep! Then mama will have the house to herself for the first time ever! Well, maybe not..completely to myself..” She mentioned passively, the comment going right over Danny’s curly head and landing right onto Eddie’s crotch.

“Oh-h,” he squeaked, “The first time? Ever?” He tried to make conversation, sidestepping the more intriguing part of her revelation.

Danny busied himself with his mothers hands and face, her eyes darted over to Eddie who sat on the closest end of the sofa to her, the dim blue light of the tv illuminating the side of his face. His round eyes shined, his lips parted with a soft gasp.

Y/n nodded as she sat up with the boy laying against her shoulder sleepily.

“I’m gonna give him a bath real quick, if that’s cool. I-If you need to go, I under—“

“I don’t have to go.” He smiled.

She blushed as Danny buried his head in her shoulder, sleepily. “I don’t think it’ll be long, feel free to switch the channel.” She said as she departed.

Eddie smiled at the sight before him, a beautiful woman and her beautiful child in the evening. He wished he remembered bath time with his mom; if she ever even did bathtime.

His mothers absence never really bothered him, though he was always reminded by his father that she left because she wanted to. It never bothered Eddie that he had no memories of her, not until now.

At the sound of the water running, he craned his neck to catch a view of the door at the end of the hall; Y/n sat on her knees in front of the tub gathering her hair into a ponytail as she set about preparing the bath.

He observed the process and wondered about her train of thought; check the temperature, plug the drain, adjust the temperature, check the temperature again. Add bubbles, add the child, and toys. Turn off the water, grab the soap and loofa.

He admired her smile as she watched Danny settle into the warmth sleepily, his long day catching up to him. Y/n rubbed his scalp with her nails, the boy leaning into her touch. “I love you, mama.” He sighed.

“I love you too, baby.” She whispered, planting a kiss on his head before she sighed and got started with washing him.

Eddie turned his attention to the tv when he noticed his breathing quake and his brow knit together, his mouth tangled in a frown. He stood from his seat and walked to the kitchen, taking deep breaths the whole way to the table.

He grabbed his cup from earlier and stepped over to the sink, filling the glass with water while the cold that splashed his wrists and centered him a bit. The feeling in his chest was heavy, and he wished for nothing more than the tension to go away so he could enjoy the rest of his time with them.

He took a generous drink, the ice resting against his lip until he was satisfied. He looked down at the sink and ran his warm tongue over his cold upper lip before turning on the hot water and looking around for the dish soap.

Her dishes were done for the most part with the exception of the dinner dishes and what looked to be plates from lunch and breakfast. “Piece of cake.” He mumbled to himself, plucking a yellow sponge from the window sill.

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Eddie had the dishes cleared in no time, wiping down the sink as he heard the faint sounds of water falling from a rinse cup. “Tilt your head back for me.” She said gently.

Eddie’s heart warmed then he shook his head, picking up a hand towel and drying off. He admired his job well done, the dishes drying on the counter on the rack.

He used the towel to dry the plates first, stacking as he went, then put them where he saw her pull them from previously. After that, he moved onto the skillets, which he found in the cabinet next to the stove.

He was eager and afraid to see how Y/n felt, hoping she wouldn’t take his act of service out of context.

‘It’s too much, dude. Desperate much?’ A voice reminded him, a cringe shooting down his spine before he took another deep breath and talked himself down.

‘I’m being a good guest and making myself useful in the home of a single parent—it isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for another friend in her position. Fuck you!’ He nodded victoriously at winning the battle of the last word with his worst critic.

Before he knew it, he had the dishes dried and put away, the counter and stove wiped down the best he could, and was able to sit down and act like he did nothing.

He grinned behind his hand— satisfied with himself as she left Danny’s room with an eager smile playing at her lips. Eddie lit up at the sight of her, the golden glow of the single hallway light casting a halo around her as she approached.

“You did it!” He congratulated quietly, his heart leaping when she walked past him to go to the kitchen. “Yeah, well, you wanna come and dry dishes for me?” She asked, her head turned back to look at him as she entered the kitchen, Eddie hot on her heels.

Eddie smirked as she turned around, stopping in her tracks. “Oh, Eddie…” She whispered, turning to him once again, though the playfulness left her eyes, adoration taking residence instead.

“You didn’t have to—“

“I know, I just wanted to show you I’m-I’m grateful for dinner and for this chance—“

Y/n pulled him close, her arms thrown around his neck and her nose nuzzling his hair close to his neck. She held him tight, in a way that felt like such a warm blanket for Eddie, it was a hug like no other.

“Thank you.” She sighed.

Eddie bent down, wrapping his arms around her waist with a relieved sigh, drawing in a deep breath as he uttered, “Thank you.” Stroking her back up and down chastely with his hands.

As much as she wanted him to spend the night, she decided she needed to wait until Wednesday. Y/n still wasn’t convinced it was all real, so she wanted to see if any cards fell before then.

On Monday, he called her after 8 (Danny’s bedtime), greeting her with a, ‘Ugh, Angel! It’s so good to hear your voice. How are you? How’s Dan the man?’

They talked for two hours about this and that, anything and everything that came up; favorite colors to obscure childhood memories, exchanging high school experiences to sex stories, no holds were barred.

Except one.

On Tuesday, he stopped by her work during lunch, the store mostly empty during the midday. He showed up right as she flipped the store sign to ‘be back later!’ His figure zooming down the sidewalk, over shooting by a few feet and having to back track, his chest heaving and out of breath as he caught her startled little jump.

“Hey! I’m glad I caught you.” He said through the glass. Y/n scoffed and unlocked the door, letting him in before locking it back. “What are you up to?” She asked suspiciously with her arms crossed against her front.

“I didn’t know you wear glasses.” He smiled warmly, his eyes flitting over her face now that the large rims sat perched on her nose. He was a popsicle on the sidewalk in July. She rolled her eyes and walked over to the counter, “I read a lot of small print.” She shrugged.

“I love them.” He beamed, plucking them from her face and putting them on his own. “Eddie!” She giggled, leaning into his chest, still waiting for an answer to her previous question.

“I wanted to wish a lovely lady a good day, is that a crime?” He scoffed rather suspiciously, placing her glasses back on her face gently and admiring the bun she wore her hair in, her face on clear display.

“You’re cute when you think I’m up to something.” He smiled, noting how she blushed at the compliment. She uncrossed her arms and looked everywhere but his face, something Danny did when he was feeling shy.

“Well I know you’re up to something, Munson. I know your lunch breaks aren’t that long either, you came running down the street like a maniac, I mean I think it’s great and all that you don’t care what the dipshits in Hawkins think, but around here no one—“

He cut her off by pulling her in for a warm, slow, and sweet kiss. His full lips slotting over hers, moving and sucking lightly as she melted into him, her arms throwing themselves over his shoulders and leaning her body into him. He leaned against the counter, his eyes rolling back at her sweet little moan. She grinded her hips against his denim clad crotch, his mouth opening with a gasp.

“Aha, I gotcha back, now we’re even.” She smiled with her eyes closed, nipping his bottom lip for the fun of it and pulling back. Eddie scoffed, shamelessly reaching down between them to readjust himself.

“You’re good, you’re good, I’ll give you that, baby. But come tomorrow night,” he bent down next to her ear to whisper, “we’re gonna rattle some walls. ‘Kay?” He looked at her with that hungry for mischief look in his eye, his smirk pushing his bottom lip out slightly.

Y/n licked her lips to go back for one more kiss, Eddie pulling back at the last second to tease her just to see the look of surprise on her face. “Oh, I see, okay, if that’s how you wanna play it, we can save the rest for tomorrow night, I’m cool—“

“No, no, no, I was just messin’ around,” He rushed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to sprinkle kisses on her cheeks, “Honest, the only reason I came here was because I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you—just kissing you. I had to, I just needed to see you… hope it wasn’t weird.” He said, with a dry chuckle to mask his wavering confidence.

Y/n beamed, her hands laying over his cheeks, the cold of her hands sending a shock through his skin that heated her palms, the butterflies returning. “It wasn’t weird. I think about kissing you quite often, too.” She mumbled, raising on her tiptoes to plant a firm chaste kiss atop his full lips. She smiled in satisfaction at the way they felt coming off hers.

She caught him peeking at her through his eyelashes as her lips lingered in front of his. “I gotta get back.” He whispered. Y/n smiled and nodded.

“You think you’d be in the mood for me to call later?” He asked, maybe a little more quiet than before.

Y/n nodded, “I’m already looking forward to it.”

Then Wednesday came.

Y/n felt like her day flew by around her, work going smoothly until she got off to pick Danny up from pre-school.

Danny was ecstatic to see his mother, rushing over to her to show her his picture of the letter G. “Mommy, LOOK!” He urged deeply, shoving the paper in her face. She picked him up, his little legs immediately hooking around her waist as she walked them back to the car.

“It’s G week?! What G words did you guys talk about today?” She asked, feeling around in her jacket pocket for her keys. “Aidan said go, Marley said grow, and I said Gigi!” He grinned, a proud smile stretching across his face.

“That’s so clever of you! She’s gonna be so thrilled to see this. Are you gonna give it to her tonight?” Y/n asked with excitement widening her eyes as she buckled him in his seat.

Danny flashed a similar expression, as he squealed “Yeah!”

The drive home was always fun, Danny having a taste for louder music. He preferred it set to 100.5 ‘the KATT’, otherwise known as the local radio hub of heavy rock.

Danny was an endlessly moving kiddo, so the car was always hard, being strapped down triggering the fuck outta the kid, but since he figured out he could thrash his head around to the intense drums and guitars, he was golden.

Y/n always enjoyed joining him at stops or glancing back at him in the mirror, thinking of all the times her and Adam drove around at night listening to every radio station they deemed worthy.

Adam always liked the louder stuff too. Y/n came from Led Zeppelin, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and Fleetwood Mac, growing up around the drug-addled hippie scene of the 70s. It wasn’t until she heard Adam’s first Alice Cooper album that her preferences shifted.

This day, the KATT played WASP’s Wild Child. The drums coming in heavy during the intro had Danny kicking his feet and throwing his head similarly to the way his father preferred, side to side, as opposed to up and down like his mom.

Danny’s bangs were very much in his eyes at this point, but he insisted he wanted it long like his moms, though Y/n really thought it was because headbanging was more fun with long hair.

“Take it easy, little dude, you’re gonna hurt your neck!” Y/n chastised as the little boy shook his head back and forth with an ornery smile on his face, “No I not!” He insisted.

“It’s ‘No, I won’t.’ and yes you will!!”

Luckily, no injuries were sustained on the way to Ginger’s, which was the regular routine for her late days, Wednesdays. But tonight she’d have an even later night.

Robin had filled Ginger in on the situation, who was also eager to help Y/n; knowing what it’s like to lose a husband to death unexpectedly.

“Eddie’s your friend?” Ginger asked as she rolled the pizza dough for their special dinner Danny had chosen.

Robin nodded as she ate some shredded cheese. “Oh yeah, Eddie’s as good as they come, mom. Remember? His name was cleared after—“

“Oh, my, it’s that Munson boy, isn’t it?” She placed a shocked hand to her cheek as Robin confirmed with a nod. “Well, I’ll be. That poor boy had a bad hand dealt to him the moment he was born. Is he-Is he doing okay? After it all?” She’d asked, running and finger across Robin's cheekbone and pushing hair back from her face.

“Yeah, mom, Eddie’s okay.” She assured.

“And you? You’re still doing okay? Nothing else has—“

“Yes, everything’s okay. It’s all over.” She nodded assuringly, her mother sighing and pulling her into a bone crushing hug, though Robin didn’t mind this time.

Robin's mom could be rather harsh when it came to patience, but since Adam passed away and the earthquake of ‘86, she’d turned more tender towards her daughter and welcomed Y/n and Danny with open arms when the girl had nowhere else to turn.

Ginger had accepted that she wouldn’t know or maybe even understand everything, but she had known things weren’t right in Hawkins a long time ago. She was just happy her clumsy, imaginative, caring, and brilliant daughter was safe in her arms.

“Mom—you’re crushing me.” She squeaked out.

Ginger leapt away from Robin and smoothed the girls shirt and hair, smiling at her adoringly before turning back to the dough.

Danny hadn’t bothered to tell his mother goodbye before she went to the restaurant for work, his mind already focused on needing to smush his hands into the gooey and fluffy dough.

“We’ll take it from here, mom, have a wonderful evening at work!” Robin winked at the door before closing it, Ginger yelling, “and a well deserved good night!” behind her, the two girls' eyes widening before bursting into hysterics.

“I love you all so much, please call if you need anything! You have the restaurant number right?”

“Yes! Now, GO!” Robin urged as the sun cast an orange glow across the land, Y/n’s shift close to starting.

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Y/n finished her shift leaned over the counter, counting her tips with a satisfied smirk on her face; knowing she’d be able to afford the rent and get Danny’s new shoes.

She practically raced home, the KATT turned up full blast with Black Sabbath rolling through the speakers, a smile tugging at her lips as her heart rattled against her sternum in excitement and fear.

She ran inside as soon as her feet hit the ground, hoping to have the place looking like a child didn’t live there for just one night. Y/n flew through the living room, her jacket, apron, and shoes still on from work, scooping up toys and throwing them in a laundry basket to dump in Danny’s toy box.

She ran the vacuum over the carpets and lit a couple aromatherapy candles she’s never been able to enjoy, the atmosphere filled with notes of patchouli and vanilla.

When she was satisfied with the kitchen and living room, she moved onto her room and bathroom. She started by picking up the forgotten dirty laundry on the floor, then stripped her bed. She made quick work of throwing the basket in the laundry room to be dealt with later.

She shed her jacket and apron, tossing it on the couch on her way back through. She stood at the end of her bed, catching her chest heaving with breath, her head beginning to feel fuzzy as she gripped the bed frame for support.

‘It doesn’t have to be perfect.’ She thought, a slower breath drawing through her.

Looking at the bare mattress, she then turned to the hall cabinet, finding her best and softest sheets she’d been waiting to use for this night. The soft cotton blend was sweet like lavender, the feeling of her nose buried in it was both soothing and inviting.

Once she was able to slow her breath down, she made the bed quickly, the last pillow on the bed taking a weight off her chest as she glanced at the clock.

8:55

Her eyes bugged out of her head, dashing into the bathroom to evaluate her appearance.

Her makeup had caked and creased in spots, her mascara flaking and running over her under eyes which were puffy due to the irritation and the long day. Her eyes themselves were watery and pink as if she’d taken a generous rip from a bong though sadly it wasn’t the case.

She sighed, about to consider washing her face to put on a brand new layer of makeup when the doorbell rang, dropping the recently lifted load back on top of her.

“Hello?” His voice rang through the house, “Y/n/n, I’m here, uh, your keys are still in the door? Are you okay?” He called unsurely, his upper half leaning through the entry, keys in hand.

His eyes swept what he could see of the house, his eyes wide as saucers and his heart beat picking up pace the more his thoughts spiraled. The place felt too quiet without the tv playing Danny’s shows.

The sound of her quick steps through the room in front of him put him at ease immediately. He stepped the rest of the way in the house shutting the door behind him, but keeping his eyes on her beautiful figure approaching.

“Hi! I’m sorry, I must’ve gotten ahead of myself, I haven’t been home long I was just gonna—“

Eddie cut off her ramble by pulling her face to his, his plush lips pressed against hers in a long chaste kiss that had both of their hearts slowing. Their shared tension melted away at the sensation of being so close, breathing each other in and taking in their first moments utterly and completely alone with no time limit or interruptions.

When he pulled back from her lips, he rested his head on top of hers in a warm embrace for a moment, feeling like a child with a teddy bear whenever she was near. He couldn’t help but hold her at half an arm's length to take in her pretty face, a sight for sore eyes since he hadn’t seen her since the day prior, which now for Eddie was an eternity.

“Lemme look at you.” He grinned as he moved her ponytail back over her shoulder, her nervous face turning to the ground in an embarrassed chuckle.

“Uh, I’m a mess, I haven’t had time to—“ he placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to his, smiling when their eyes met.

“There she is.” He cooed quietly, his hand flattening against her cheek. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. Eddie looked all across her face, examining it as if it would’ve changed. He thought the worn spot on the tip of her nose was cute, the makeup having been wiped because of their kiss. The outline of her lipstick was the only evidence that she wore any that day. He eyed the dark circles under her eyes, chuckling when he realized it was only runny mascara.

“Stooop, I know, I look like a raccoon.” She giggled, looking down and stepping away, still holding his hand as she eased him into the living room.

“Did you know raccoons are my favorite animal of all time?” Eddie asked, turning her back around to face him once they stood in front of the couch.

She laughed lightly and wiped under one eye, “I thought you said dragons were your favorite?”

“Yeah, well Danny told me dragons weren’t ‘actually real’, so I had to choose a new favorite.” He shrugged, watching her walk down the hallway to her open door, a place he was very eager to see.

He’d been thinking of her bedroom and what it’d be like since the night they met, when he had wished so desperately to be taken home by her. “Why are they your favorite?” She asked when she reached the end of the hall, turning to see he hadn’t moved, a chuckle leaving her lips as he stood aimlessly in the center of the room.

“C’mere.” She said with a little nod. Eddie smiled and rushed to her, following her through the doorway and looking around.

Her room was simple, though the bed looked grand and womanly, coordinating blankets and sheets folded and tucked just the right way. She had a bed frame and a lace tapestry that hung above; it looked like a princess—no, queen, slept there.

He followed her figure into what seemed to be her bathroom, leaning on the door frame as she went about turning on the sink and procuring a wash rag. She sighed and looked at the makeup bag on the counter, Eddie seeing her thought process unfold.

“What are you thinking about?” He said, narrowing his eyes at her and nodding at the bag. She looked taken aback, like she’d be caught.

“Oh, well, when you came I was about to get ready and change to see you, but I ran out of time, so I was trying to decide if—“ she slid the bag over, taking out her concealer as if she were preparing to show him before his hand covered hers.

“I wanna see you get ready for bed.” He said quietly.

Y/n cocked her head, “Like, you wanna have shower sex?”

Eddie blanched, his cheeks soon flooding with a hot blush at the suggestion, “Oh, uh, no, I wasn’t—I meant I just wanna hang in here while you do whatever you… do. You know? If you wanna shower, I’d just sit right over here,” he sat down and scooted back on the counter, making himself at home. “—and talk to ya, if you like that. Or I could leave and just wait for you in the living room, doesn’t matter to me.” Though he desperately hoped she would let him stay.

“No, no, I-I’d love it if you kept me company in here, I’ve been dying to see you.” She smiled, stepping in between his legs and putting her arms over his shoulders. Eddie’s eyes lit up and he leaned in for a tender kiss.

“Now,” he said, parting them after a moment, “As much as I love the grunge look, your eyes will thank you when you wash your face, baby.” He handed her the damp rag. She nodded and stepped over to the sink, bending down to splash some warm water on her face. Eddie hopped down and turned on the shower for her. He turned back and watched her lather the soap in her hands before starting circles on her cheeks.

Y/n smiled as he stepped behind her, placing his hands on her waist and kissing the top of her head, “Do you have a towel?” He asked slightly louder than the water noise.

She stared at him as he stared back at her in the mirror, his smile telling her that he knew he was making her uncomfortable with the care he provided, though he would stop if she asked. The thing is, she didn’t.

She sighed, looking down at the water rushing down into the bowl before her and shook her head, “I don’t.” She smiled when she felt his arms wrap around her shoulders and his head come to rest next to her ear, “Could you tell me where they are?” He asked softly, his saccharine words sending heat down to her core.

She giggled and flinched at the tickle of his breath against her ear. “In the top hall cabinet—“ She laughed as he took off before she could finish, dashing across the house as quickly as possible to retrieve the fluffiest towels her cabinet had to offer.

He returned moments later with two faded blue towels. “Here you are, my lady.” He presented them to her like a humble servant would as she used the warm rag to wipe the soap and makeup from her face. She wiped away one black eye, the other still remaining as she reached out for them and laughed again, her heart warming at the smile he gave her when she did.

He took the rag from her and gently cupped her face, adoration pouring from him into her with just one look. She closed her eyes and surrendered to his touch, the warmth on her face soothing as he rubbed away the rest of the makeup.

She opened her eyes when he took the cloth away, his hand remaining in place, “Perfect.” He mumbled to himself as she brought her hand up over his to hold, turning and pressing a kiss to his palm before stepping away and testing the water.

Eddie turned to look at her bed and the rest of her room, wondering if she already had clothes to change into somewhere “Hey, babe, do you—“ he turned to ask but his thoughts were interrupted by her undressing as she’s done in front of him twice before, but less rushed.

His mouth fell agape as he observed her coming undone in the most pure way; a woman preparing to bathe. There was something sensual about the process yet ethereal and chaste.

He admired the slopes of her naked body as she rid herself of her skirt and tights, her figure making him think of the goddess Venus. He couldn’t deny the stiffness in his jeans but it could wait, he just wanted to observe.

She turned to look at him, her smile returning when she noticed the way he looked at her. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” She chuckled.

“I’ll never get used to… that.” He chuckled, shyly looking her up and down as she straightened and walked towards him.

“You sure you’re not asking for shower sex?” She asked him suspiciously, questioning his underlying motive.

Eddie closed his eyes as she came to stand right in front of him, trying to keep himself and the moment clean; he wanted to prove to her he wasn’t like the others. She smiled at him though she knew he couldn’t see.

“No! No. I’m not. We, uh, have plenty of time right? I’m by no means turning down shower sex, if-if that’s what you’re asking for?” He chuckled, scrunching his eyes shut to resist taking a peek.

He could hear her chuckle and felt her presence move away from him. With the sound of the shower curtain opening, so did his eyes. She looked back at him with a knowing look and smiled before closing the curtain back.

“Come sit and talk to me!” She insisted, the walls of the shower amplifying her wonderful voice. Eddie smiled and walked to the toilet without hesitation. “Alright, I’m here.” He confirmed.

“Tell me about your day! What’d you do?” She asked, running her hair under the water.

“Work was work. I was the grunt all day, doing every job the older guys didn’t want. Felt like time was crawling by, all I could think about was what time it was, what you were up to, and-and if you were thinking about me, you know?” He admitted, turning his position to sit on the counter and rest his feet on the toilet below, facing the shower easier and leaning his shoulder against the mirror.

Y/n peeked her head out of the curtain, her wet hair framing her face and water droplets clinging to her face like freckles.

A smile tugged at his lips as she looked at him in wonder. “I was.” She blushed, steam rolling out of the shower and filling the room as she returned to washing her hair.

“I-I’m glad.” He blushed. “Was, uh, Danny… excited when you dropped him off?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah, he barely even kissed me bye!” She said in disbelief, going on about different times he’s chosen Robin and Ginger over her, as the citrus notes of her shampoo filled the humid room, intoxicating Eddie instantly. He wanted to drown in this scent, bury his nose in her hair and stay there as long as she allowed.

But then came her conditioner.

The smell intensified when the floral scent of the treatment sat on her hair while she washed her body, yet another aroma that made his heart sing.

After a while the water started to get to him, the two cokes he slammed before he got here catching up to him. “I’m gonna go use the other bathroom.” He said after a bit of silence while she rinsed her hair, the water slapping the bottom of the tub loudly.

“What?” She asked, peeking back through the gap, her hair soaked and slicked back from a thorough rinsing.

“Uh, I, uh, just wanted to tell you I’m gonna go use the other bathroom—“

“Are you serious?” She looked from him to the toilet in amusement, suds clinging to her shoulder. He placed a hand over his cock that ached for two reasons and chuckled.

“Just pee in here!” She said, fixing the curtain back to give him privacy. “I won’t even hear you.” She insisted, resuming her rinsing and probably making more noise on purpose to make it less weird for him.

“A-Are you sure? Are we there yet?” He asked, waiting for the all clear, about ready for his bladder to burst.

She poked only her head back through the curtain and giggled, “Eddie?” a knowing look behind her eyes as a smile spread across his cheeks.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“We’re there.” She giggled, pushing the curtain back closed til it kissed the wall.

“We’re doing this ass backwards, huh?” He asked, shaking his head and sidling up to the toilet as she laughed irresistibly. “It’s kind of the only way I do things.” Y/n joked.

Instead of responding, Eddie let out a relieved sigh, Y/n bursting into giggles at the sound, scrubbing her skin for a second time with her loofa.

“What? Can’t a guy piss in peace?” He joked as he finished, closing the lid and hesitating to flush, “Is it safe to flush this thing while you’re in there or are you gonna get scorched?” He asked, tapping on the curtain like a door as she turned off the water and opened the curtain all the way.

Eddie froze, his whole body rigid as a statue, especially his dick. Her body was crystallized, bejeweled in bulbous drops, her hair darker and longer from the weight of the water. She wiped her face with her hands as Eddie grabbed a towel for her.

She stepped out of the shallow tub, taking the towel with a grateful smile and burying her face in it, wiping away the wet. “Typically it gets really cold but I’ve had a couple instances where Danny flushed or used the other bathroom and I thought I was on fire.” She used that very towel to wrap up her hair in the most endearing towel hat that Eddie wanted to learn how to do, though he’d wait until next time to ask her to repeat the steps.

He rushed to open the next towel, wrapping it around her, delighted by her giggle as he tucked the towel into itself at her front. “Glad I used my best judgement, you do me no good if you’re a human popsicle.” He joked, “There we go. All clean.” He smiled, giving her shoulder a kiss before resting his head on it.

“Are you hungry?” She turned and asked, his focus staying on her shoulders and collarbone. He smiled and nodded. “Don’t worry though, I have a little snack.” He shrugged, watching her grab her toothbrush and toothpaste. Eddie looked to the fogged up glass and ran his dry hand around in the middle, clearing a space for her to see herself.

Y/n scrunched her brow and busied herself by putting the paste on the brush, “You brought snacks? I’ll have you know that I keep the best—“ she was interrupted by a little growl followed by a bite on the shoulder, a yelp pulled from her lips at his antics. “Ahh! Eddie!” She screamed through giggles, his arms winding around her from behind, careful not to knock the items from her hands.

He planted a kiss where he assaulted the flesh, waiting for her to meet his eye. She glanced up and noticed the giant heart around the two of them on the mirror, her eyes meeting Eddie’s that waited for her to notice, a small and expectant smile on his lips. She clenched her jaw in a tense smile as he laughed at her, her discomfort endearing.

He stroked her shoulders and the back of her neck, leaning down and pressing another kiss to her skin, this one much closer to her sweet spot. “I think it’s real cute how flustered you get when I do things for you.” He whispered, admiring her profile.

“If you want me to stop I will.” He whispered again, his tone filled with insecurity as he wrapped his arms around her waist to give a firm squeeze and await her answer.

When he looked back up at her in the mirror she was smiling at him, then reached up to remove her hair towel, her damp strands falling to one side of her shoulder. The heavenly smell of her freshly washed hair hit him, surrounding him like the steam in the air. He was living in a dream.

She turned to him, craving to see his face closer. Eddie’s eyes shined like they always did, practically beaming at her. She placed her hand on his cheek again, “I don’t want you to stop.” She whispered, nodding for him in earnest before he nodded back, his hand grazing down her arm until it met her hand on his face.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead before stepping back to lean against the wall, his reflection sending her a wink as she began scrubbing her teeth. When she finished rinsing her mouth, she noticed Eddie walking back to her room.

She watched him, his body leaving with the steam that pooled in the air while the shower was on. She looked to the mirror, the fog clinging to the glass, but most importantly the heart that was drawn there.

Y/n entered her room, smiling when she saw Eddie lounging at the end of her bed, looking like he belonged there. “You’re making all my dreams come true tonight, you know that?” He chuckled, his eyes following her to her chest of drawers in front of the bed.

She scoffed at his words and yanked open a drawer, grabbing a pair of lacy soft purple panties to tug on and then finding her pajama drawer. She dug around in search of her nicest item but to no avail, she didn’t have anything deemed nice enough for a night such as this.

She debated on only wearing the panties for him when he appeared behind her. “Whatcha lookin’ for?” He asked softly, pecking her shoulder as he peered into the drawer of giant car magazine and faded lettered band shirts.

“Oh, uh, I was just trying to see if there was anything—“

“I wanna see you in your favorite thing to wear to bed.” He smiled, his bottom lip between his teeth as he wiped a stray droplet from her brow.

She nodded with a soft smile, “okay.” She turned back to the drawer, spying her soft old bluegrass festival shirt and pulling the blue fabric out, a banjo with the Oklahoma emblem on the front, faded lettering announcing the dates and location, and the back previously filled with the act names before they faded and chipped away.

Eddie admired her from his spot on the bed, the panties sliding up her legs and hugging her soft hips exquisitely. He found himself wondering what it’d feel like to sink his teeth right below the band and leaving sloppy kisses there until she begged—

“Tada.” She said with flat enthusiasm and spun around, the large shirt she now wore flaring.

Eddie stood, looking down at her with a smile and taking her face in his hand. “You are the cutest, hottest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen..” He trailed off, gazing into the deep pools of her eyes, “..And it’s all because there’s a banjo on your shirt. Where is this, by the way? Did you go?” He asked, examining the shirt further.

She looked down at the shirt again and nodded, “Yeah, I’ve been everywhere. This is from ‘76, used to be my old man’s.” She chuckled. Eddie’s eyes flickered back to hers, gauging her where she was emotionally.

“W-Where is he?” He asked timidly, averting his eyes back to the faded writing on the shirt, spying a couple paint stains near the bottom.

Y/n sighed and circled her arms around his neck. “We spread his ashes over the pacific like he wanted. We went to California from the mountains, where he passed during our trip to Oregon. He was sick for a while, but he was really at peace with it all, so we were too. But when we came back— it was really different. We were that weird family that showed back up from vacation without the dad, you know? People started saying bizarre shit, you know how it goes.” She scoffed, shaking her head for getting off topic.

Eddie recognized this immediately and pulled her in for a hug. “How old were you?” He asked softly, unfamiliar pity in his voice.

“I, uh, I was 12.” She relaxed into the embrace, her chest releasing tension she didn’t know she held. Eddie sighed, kissing the side of her head and stroking her back.

“That’s around the age I ended up at Wayne’s.” He chuckled dryly, swaying them side to side.

“That’s a hard age without a dad.” She mentioned into his chest like a secret.

“Any age is hard without a dad.” He said without thinking, their bodies stilled. Eddie pulled back to look at her, earnesty filling his eyes, “I-I’m so—I didn’t mean, I wasn’t trying to—“

“It’s okay! I know you didn’t—it’s true though. It’s hard.” She nodded assuringly. She knew Danny benefited in ways kids like Y/n and Eddie didn’t, at least he hadn’t met his father before he lost him.

If Adam had a chance to choose between dying before he could meet his son or dying after, he’d choose before every time to save Danny from feeling that pain, and Y/n knew it. Eddie’s words hadn’t hurt her, it was just another time Eddie had seen her without her having to asking him to.

They stood and stared at each other in understanding, the weird limbo of where to go next.

“We don’t have to talk about—about anything you don’t want to talk about. But, uh. Thank you. For sharing that with me. It means a lot—“ He let out an audible gasp when she collided her lips against his. Her thumbs stroked the sides of his neck as she kept him close to her.

The glide of their tongues against one another was addicting, the two dancing around and exploring one another. She panted when she pulled away from him, her hands on his chest with no plans to move. He pulled her waist closer to him to press her against his straining cock.

He looked at the way her hair fell over her shoulder and hung between them, reaching out and wrapping the strand around his finger, “Can I, uh, fuck—“ he started but overthought and got embarrassed again.

Y/n scrunched her brow, “What is it?”

“It’s one of those… domestic day dreams I’ve had about you, you know?” He said shyly, his eyes running over her being.

“Tell me.” She said, leaning her chin on his chest to look up at him in his embrace.

“…Can I brush your hair?” He asked softly, averting his eyes, an embarrassed smile lingering. Y/n sighed, nodding dreamily as he smiled with his lip between his teeth.

“You can after you get ready for bed. You wanna shower? You have clothes to change into?” She asked, her sparkling eyes wide with intention. Eddie chuckled, running his tongue over his lip again to taste her. “I, uh, packed a bag, I did. But… I forgot it at home.” His cheeks burned pink all the way to his ears that stayed hidden behind his curls.

She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the laugh that was threatening to leave her lips, not doing a good job.

“But! I already showered and I don’t wear anything to bed anyway.” He assured, winding his arms around her middle and pulling her onto his lap at the end of the bed. She felt ridiculous, giggling as she fell over him, her panties leaving little barrier between his fly and her clit. Her hands stayed at his shoulders as she felt his fingers stroke her lower back, the bottom of her shirt riding up over her ass almost.

Y/n buried her face in his neck, the sensation of her nose burrowed in his skin sending tingles rippling throughout his body, his heart beat picking up as she spoke against his skin, “Do I get to help you get ready for bed?” She asked, feigning innocence, her nails stroking the back of his neck, his eyes flitting back and forth between her eyes and lips.

He nodded, waiting for her next move. She took no hesitation before she pulled him in for a kiss, her tongue eagerly coming out to play with his.

The difference between this kiss and the others they’d shared this night was their open mouths and moans pouring into one another, lips tugging on lips trying to get more of that taste that’s hard to come by; the kind of kiss they were used to when it came to their time together.

Eddie’s cock pulsed against the heat that sat on his crotch, canting his hips up and holding her hips firmly as he ground her down onto him, biting his lip in satisfaction as she wriggled on top of him to oblige his efforts. “You like this?” She asked, diving to the other side of his neck.

Eddie’s breathing was deepening already, his eyes rolling back and falling shut at her smells, touches, and sounds. He nodded and gave a weak, “Uh-huh.” In response, feeling her teeth in a smile against his skin before she sunk them into his shoulder as he’d done her, his cute little moan making her giggle as she left soothing kisses and kitten licks across the lingering bite on his skin.

He loved the way it sounded when her mouth left his skin, the smack of her lips another reminder that she was kissing him. She laid him down on his back, his muscles releasing tension as soon as they hit the blanket. Y/n scooted herself up his lap, placing her hands on his chest and raking her nails soothingly down his torso the way he liked.

“Oh, Jesus, you’re fantastic.” He groaned, hating how good this was already feeling while he was fully clothed. Y/n leaned down to his ear and whispered, “I can show you fantastic if you get naked for me.” Her hair surrounding them like a curtain from the rest of the world.

Eddie's eyes rolled again, a pathetic groan coming from him as he heard her speak, her quiet laughter only adding fuel to the fire, “It’s not fair.” He decided, sitting up and pulling his shirt from his body. “I’m just a man, Y/n, I’m already about to cream my pants just by being on your bed.” He chuckled, undoing his belt and pushing them down his thighs to leave him in his boxers.

Y/n crawled back off the bed with haste, Eddie not having time to ask a proper question before she was pulling them the rest of the way down, tossing them carelessly to the side with her lip between her teeth as she waited on the floor between his spread legs.

He looked down at her after a moment, his mouth falling agape. “Sweetheart.. whatcha doin down there?” He asked suspiciously, loving how naughty and mischievous she looked.

She snickered before sitting up on her knees, her hands resting on his thighs and rubbing tantalizing circles. “Can I have it in my mouth first?” She asked in an eager whisper as his eyes bugged out of his head, sitting up quickly.

“ ‘Can you’— jus—come here. Come here, right now.” He said, seriousness overtaking his features as he bent over to bring her chin in for another firm kiss moving against hers. Both hands held her jaw, his fingers buried in her hair. She moaned into him as he sucked on her bottom lip, his tongue having its way with her mouth before pulling back a couple inches.

She opened her eyes and looked at him in a daze, his hands combing the hair behind her ears. “You can have anything you want.. after I brush your hair.” He whispered in a smile, his thumb stroking her cheekbone.

She smiled and nodded, leaning in to kiss him again before standing and finding her favorite paddle brush in the bathroom. When she returned, she flipped off the bedroom light, the orange glow of the lamps matching the atmosphere perfectly.

She turned on the tv, grabbing the remote and tossing both it and the brush on the bed in the space between where their bodies would lie. Eddie looked at the pillows at the head of the bed, wondering which side would be for him.

“Which side do you—“ they asked in unison as he helped Y/n pull the comforter back, giggling when they caught each other.

“I sleep in the middle.” They both answered, laughing more as they crawled up to the middle, Eddie taking the side closest to the bathroom door.

The flat sheet and comforter felt buttery against his skin, Y/n tucked them in and the noise from the evening news filled the room.

Eddie felt like he was in someone else’s life for a moment, as if he had body snatched someone maybe; as if he wasn’t meant to be here getting taken care of in her nice warm bed.

He reached out around her waist and pulled her into his chest, effectively getting her sat in between his spread legs with her back to him.

He heard her sigh quietly, his hand reaching slowly to bring her hair behind her shoulders. “C-Could I have the brush?” He asked timidly. She smiled unbeknownst to him, and handed it back immediately, feeling a combination of excitement and uneasiness resting in her stomach as he hesitantly ran the brush through her ends, gently working up. “I-is this okay?” He asked, a little worried his request was weird, or too intimate for her.

She hummed and nodded, tilting her head back as she hugged her knees to her chest. He smiled and continued with more confidence, thankful he now knew what it felt like to help her get ready for bed, a process he’d be thinking about any time he was apart from her at night.

Y/n thought about Eddie’s persistence and thoughtfulness, how it reminded her of Adam again, sending that icky guilty feeling down to her stomach.

But Adam never brushed her hair..

It’s not like that’s a bad thing, if she’d asked, he would’ve in a heartbeat.

Adam loved to bring Y/n food. Whether it was before school, or after, a midnight snack or a candy bar deposited into her locker, he was always surprising her with treats from the vending machine or gas station, sometimes swiping extra treats from Aunt Ginger’s cookie jar if Y/n’s favorites were made.

Eddie offering to brush her hair felt like that, like Adam tapping on her window at 1:00 in the morning to bring her a donut she had mentioned ‘sounded heavenly’ on the phone prior to his arrival.

It gave her that same warm and fuzzy sense of importance—how lovely it was to be thought of.

They both sat in comfortable silence until the more interesting bits of the news were reported.

“Holy shit, look! They made a cartoon for adults?! We gotta check that out sometime!” Eddie pointed the brush at the tv in front of them, ‘The Simpsons, premiering on Fox Friday at 10:00’

“That’s too bad, we’ll be at the hideout, won’t we?” She asked. She could practically feel his eyes pop open before he threw his arms around her and squeeze her to his chest, flopping back on the pillows.

“You’re coming?!” He asked, abandoning the brush and wrapping his whole body around her and holding her close.

They settled as he planted a kiss on her neck, “Robin insisted Steve would wanna hang with Danny for the evening, so she’s gonna come too! But yeah, I’m—I’m gonna try to come as many Friday’s as I can.” She nodded, turning her head to look at him.

He shook his head as her hand stroked the other side of his curly hair. “That means… a lot to me. And I hope you know I don’t expect you to make every show, I’m more than happy to come to you after or—or see you some other time, you know?” He babbled in excitement, her adoring smile on her face as he returned them to their previous position and unwrapped his limbs.

“I’m gonna have to get you a Corroded Coffin shirt to wear…” he said in thought, picking the brush back up and finishing the job.

When he reached her roots, the teeth of the brush felt amazing against her scalp. She sighed with content, bringing warmth to his chest and cheeks.

When he was finished, he set the brush on the table to the side, then circled his arms back around her and pulled her into him til they were flush against one another.

“Thank you.” They both whispered as his chin came to rest on her shoulder, planting a kiss on her cheek before giving her another good squeeze.

She turned to look at him before pressing her lips against his, yet again. He smiled into it, humming his satisfaction against her as her fingers grasped his roots, the small surge of pain only amplifying his pleasure.

“Now can I have it in my mouth?” She asked when they parted, not opening her eyes yet. She felt his member throb against her lower back in response, an involuntary giggle rippling through her as his cheeks flushed in a smile.

“You can’t just say things like that to me, baby,” He whispered into her neck, his hot breath tickling her in more than one place. “There’s nothing I’d love more,” he began, his hand stroking the inside of her upper thigh, tracing slow circles that made her writhe softly. “—than for you to put your pretty lips on my cock right now, sweet girl.” He whispered, pinching her thigh to make her yelp, having an inkling the pain would do the same for her as it did for him.

Instead of a yelp, she let out a moan, bucking her hips into his hand, his fingers grabbing her flesh generously this time.

“Where do you want me?” He asked as she turned to him, softer than he sounded a few moments before. Y/n leaned forward, looking him up and down and admiring how his tattooed torso looked so comfy in her bed, his plaid boxers rumpled and ridden up so the expanse of his upper thighs was visible, his tattoos spread here and there.

She placed her hands on his knees, rubbing up and down, allowing her thumbs to massage his inner thighs. He took a deep centering breath as he watched her before him, the light of the tv outlining her sitting figure in glowing silver.

“I want you to stay right there.” She whispered before resting her palm on his bulge. Eddie hissed at the relief, the friction, the pleasure she provided, rubbing the heel of her hand along his shaft as her fingers cradled his balls. Eddie’s eyes scrunched closed at the intensity of the feeling.

“Oh, shit, baby.” He sighed, his chest heaving as he laid back to melt into her pillows. This was way different than the van. Way way different. So deliciously different.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, Eddie...” She whispered as she slid his boxers down his legs gently, his painfully red and large shaft springing into view. He heard her spit softly before he felt the relief of her slick hand around him, pumping slowly at first and keeping a firm grip.

“Jesus H Christ, are you trying to make me cum from a handjob?” He gasped, opening his eyes to meet hers glimmering back at him.

She released his member with wide eyes and bit her lip in slight embarrassment, “Sorry, I just got excited. It’s been a long time since I’ve gone down on someone.” She admitted with a shy smile.

Eddie sat up, looking at her intently, the ache of his penis momentarily forgotten. “Oh, no, no, no, I wasn’t trying to be mean, I just wanna last longer for you.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“You’re not mean, baby,” she assured, patting his chest, “Y’know, if you let me make you cum with my mouth, we could.. wait a bit and then keep going.. and going and going, you know what I mean?” She asked quietly, her hand inching its way up his thigh again.

He shuddered in response and nodded at her lips, “Okay, deal, but I wanna go down on you next.” He said, laying back down on the pillows, trying to prepare himself for what was to come.

Y/n saw his eyes flutter shut, a deep breath leaving his nose as he waited and tried to relax. She knew any touch she gave him would be well received, but this was uncharted territory.

She never had anyone so up close and personal with her vagina besides Adam, let alone after child birth. She put the thought out of her head and focused on where to start with Eddie.

She continued her light touches, running her hands up his legs like she had done before, going all the way up to his hip with one hand and grasping his stiffness in the other.

He felt a long wet lick on the underside of his shaft, then felt her lips close around his tip, running her tongue around his slit until he whined.

She pushed her head down his shaft easily, not wanting to overwhelm him. Eddie let out a soft slow moan until she reached midway down, then she pulled back up to the tip. “Oh, fuuuck,” he panted, his eyes still closed in fear of blowing his load as soon as he saw her doing such sinful acts.

He felt his hands in hers, Y/n placing them on her head and pushing down on them to show him to control her pace. He couldn’t help but open his eyes, his soul leaving his body at the sight of her hands on his, urging him to use her.

“You’re unreal, I swear to god..” he said before holding her head in his hands thrusting his hips gently and fucking her face. “If you-if you want me to stop just pinch the fuck outta my hip, okay?”

She rubbed her thumb soothingly across his hip bone, assuring him she’s okay. Eddie ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face as he gave his hips a rest and started bobbing her head up and down, faster and faster, feeling her moans vibrate up his shaft as he went.

“Oh god, you like this, don’t you? I should’ve fuckin’ known you like cock in your mouth.” He huffed a laugh as she placed her hands back on his thighs to stroke up and down, “Fuck baby, your mouth is so good. I’m getting close.” He sighed, stopping her movements and taking his hands away to cover his eyes and steady himself.

“No blowie has ever felt like this before—fuck.” He rubbed his hands down his face, his fingers pulling at his under eyes as he sighed. She let go of his tip with a pop, her eyes finding his as he hid a shy smile behind his hands, her smile only fueling the chuckles he felt coming on.

“You’re-you’re, like, a witch or something, you’ve got this, this, power over me where you can do literally anything and it feels like I dropped E.” He huffed in disbelief, regaining his composure and putting his hands on his forehead and taking another breath with his eyes closed.

“Okay, baby, will you make me cum?” He asked decidedly, “I want you to go until you can’t—ohh fuuuck.” He groaned as she sank back down on his cock unexpectedly, starting an unrelenting pace right off the bat.

“You’re gonna kill me, I swear to god.” He uttered as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked, his fists reaching back and clenching the pillow behind him.

Suddenly, he looked down at her, her hair drier now, her natural texture allowing it to lay to one side, her sparkling eyes set on his as he swung a leg over his and ground her clothed pussy on his knee, the sensation on her clit rolling her eyes back as she bobbed and hummed her satisfaction around his member. Eddie cried out as his orgasm coated her mouth, whimpering when she kept sucking.

Eddie let the feeling wash over him and subside like the tides of the ocean, his chest heaving and his neck and hairline damp with sweat. He gasped when he felt her lips on his, wrapping his arms around her waist with much urgency and pulling her body to him.

He lapped up her kisses with his eager mouth, mumbling “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” against her skin until she giggled profusely, his kissing trailing down her neck. “God, you’re amazing.” He whispered, sounding hornier than ever.

His hands went from her back down under the hem of her shirt. Y/n expected him to strip the shirt off, but his hands slipped up to her bare breasts, massaging them firmly as he kissed her. Her brain went fuzzy at the sensation, his rings rubbing against her nipples. She moaned lightly, that being his personal sign to flip them over and take care of her the way he desperately craved.

“Can I undress you?” He murmured against her jaw, pushing her shirt up over her tits and pinching both nipples. “Fuck!” She cried out, “Y-yeah, anything, baby.” She whispered mindlessly, the pet name sending blood to his dick already.

Eddie rid her of her sleep shirt, dropping it on her side of the bed for later. For now he looked down, above her on his knees, his hands resting on her parted thighs as he gazed down her body, and at her panties, licking his lip hungrily.

“You aren’t allowed to rip these, Munson.” She said pointedly, sliding her hands up to her breasts and teasing herself and him by rubbing them how he had, though her hands were smaller and her tits spilled out of her palms.

He softly gasped at the sight, admiring her tucked lip under her teeth as she smirked at him. She knew the advantage she held tonight, but Eddie wanted to wow her.

He crawled off the bed backwards, her brows drawing together, “What are you doing?” She asked as he pulled the covers to the side and stood at the end of the bed. He looked up at her like he was going to answer, only he leaned forward and grabbed her ankles, “Better grab a pillow.” He mentioned before yanking her to him.

She yelped as her head hit the bed on her way down, her hand clenched around the corner of her pillow and dragging it behind her. His hands rested on the backs of her knees, her feet just barely brushing the ground as he stood between them.

He resumed his stroke to the inside of her thighs, now noticing the patch of wetness showing through the light purple fabric covering her pussy with the screen light behind him.

“I’m so glad it’s my turn.” He whispered reverently as he knelt down in front of her, her name leaving his lips like a prayer as he looked up at her, her eyes meeting his with a question as he leaned forward and kissed her pussy, brown eyes unmoving until they closed in ecstasy.

She still smelled sweet from her shower, the warmth of her skin soft and inviting. He slipped his fingers under the band and pulled them down, her wetness glistening from puffy lips that begged to be kissed some more. His breath fanned across the newly exposed skin and he hovered, figuring out what he wanted to do first.

She drew her knees back up and out for him, his arms slipping around her thighs with ease, her feet dangling over his back, squeezing her flesh tightly with his fingers and grunting, “Already being so good for me… I’ve been dreaming of this since the night I met you.” He sighed, connecting his lips around her entrance, his tongue working up and down, steadily and lightly.

She mewled as his soft lips began moving against her pussy like he was making out another girl. He groaned when her hands found his hair, her nails eagerly scratching his scalp the way he liked.

His mouth worked up to her bud, swirling his tongue around it and prodding it every once in a while, sending a jolt to her hips and legs. She cried out when he unexpectedly sucked, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

He added two fingers easily, “Oh my god, Eddie, yes! A little faster, please?” She asked quietly, as if she was afraid to be loud. He released her clit with a slurp, his mouth soaked as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, his other hand reaching up and pinching her nipple.

“Fuck!” She yelled, her pussy clenching around him as she bucked her hips, his thumb working her clit while he watched her helpless underneath him, her eyes shut similar to the way his had been previously. Her hand covered his over her breast, interlacing their fingers before he removed them entirely and held her hand against the mattress beside them.

He smiled, rubbing faster with more pressure before leaning over her, “That’s more like it, baby. C’mon, I wanna hear you. We got a whole house, no one’s gonna hear you, okay? Just me and you.” He reminded her before going back down for more.

From then on, she kept her mouth open, giving into Eddie’s coaxing and letting the obscenities fly, his eyes watching her in wonder the whole time. He loved to stop and be still just so she would whine and rub herself on his face for relief, then chuckling and licking his lips, “I got you baby, don’t worry.” He said lowly, diving back in.

He’d count to twenty, the pleasure almost becoming agonizing for her when he’d stop as she reached the precipice and then felt the feeling fade with his stilled movements. She cried out in frustration, “Eddie, please, please—I need to cum, please let me cum.” She rambled, her eyes heavy.

Eddie hovered his mouth above her pussy, looking up at her face from his position down low and licked his lips with satisfaction.

“Well, baby, since you asked so nicely and since you’re such a—good—girl.” He punctuated his words with firm pumps of his fingers inside of her then connecting his lips to her bud and running his tongue around it until he felt her pussy start quivering like normal, followed by her strained cry.

“Ohhhhh my g—od!” She almost screamed as the ecstasy rushed over her, her hips moving involuntarily as Eddie sat there and let her use him until she stopped, her only movements from her heaving chest.

Eddie kissed her twice more before working his mouth up her torso, leaving hot and wet kisses that had her squirming. “That was the sweetest pussy I’ve ever eaten.” He mumbled against her neck, reaching up to massage her breast before rutting against her heat with his newly hardened cock. The solid shaft glided between her lips, back and forth, back and forth, a low groan worked from her mouth as he did.

“Eddie.. Eddie, I want you to put it in.” She whispered, her arms finding his neck and pulling him closer to her, his forehead dropping against hers. His eyes flashed to hers, dark and blown out.

“Do I need to get my wallet or do you have some—“

“I’m on the pill.” She admitted, his movement stopping. He picked his head up from her neck to look her in the eyes.

“Wait, really?” The fact that it was news to him showed in his face, his eyes searched hers in wait, waiting for her to say ‘Sike! Condoms are in the drawer.’ But it never came.

She nodded, a blush creeping up her cheeks from the heat coursing through her. “I-I’ve been on it since after Danny was born, I just don’t like doing certain things in bed with strangers. But this is different, you know?” She asked, combing her nails through his hair, a little damp at the roots from the sweat he’d been working up.

Eddie looked at her desperately, “Baby, do you want me to try to pull out?” He asked, tracing the tip of his dick over her entrance. The shock of it sent her head back into the pillow with her eyes squeezed shut, shaking her head ‘no.’

“No?!” He asked, pushing through her folds and rubbing his tip through her like he’d done previously, except wetter and faster.

He rhythmically bumped her bud before sliding his dick right in, the rest of the air leaving her body as she cried out, “Fuck! Fuck, baby, oh shit!” Until he was buried in her completely, the usual smooth barrier not there to keep her from feeling the ridges of his cock.

They both stilled for a moment, getting used to the feeling. Eddie’s torso leaned down flat against her, his arms wrapping around her as she did the same with her arms and legs. The sound of their quick breath was the only thing heard for a moment before Eddie pecked her forehead, nose, and then lips, resuming his stroke pace and groaning when he felt just how tight her pussy held onto him.

“Oh my god, Y/n. Oh my god—y-your pussy feels like..” His abdomen worked, thrusting into her until he felt like he was on fire. He couldn’t believe how long he was lasting and wished he could live in this moment forever.

Or until he ran out of steam. Eddie stilled, panting away from her face as she opened her cockdrunk eyes to check on him.

“Baby are you okay?” She asked, placing a hand on his smooth bare chest.

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, yeah, just—haven’t gone this long before.” He stated through winded breath. Y/n smiled and stroked his cheekbone, trailing her hand down to his neck and placing her fingers on either side of his throat.

“Then how ‘bout I take a turn, huh?” She asked in a mischievous whisper that caught his attention immediately. He smiled his devilish grin and flipped them over with haste, proud his cock didn’t even fall out.

Y/n giggled as she adjusted herself on top of him. She made him sit up against the wall before dismounting his dick and turning around to face the tv, which confused him until he felt her grab him and slide it in quick enough to catch him off guard with the new angle.

Eddie loved his lap sat on, especially when it was a goddess like Y/n, but reverse cowgirl was something he hadn’t experienced with anyone yet, and he was glad that it was with her. His hands found her hips and thighs, his hot breath tickling her ear as he moved her hair from her shoulder to rest his chin there.

His grip on her kept her still, feeling his kisses on her back, shoulders and neck pushing her deeper and deeper into the abyss. She leaned her head back against his other shoulder, exposing her sweet spot right at the crook of her neck.

Eddie smiled and knew exactly what she wanted him to do, so he leaned down and faintly nipped and sucked, the sensation light enough to send tingles to her clit without leaving marks.

He relished in her whimpers, using her hips to grind her back and forth on his cock, “Oh fuck, Eddie.” She mumbled, her hips circling on their own, ripping a groan from Eddie as he stilled, his head falling back against the wall as her pussy squeezed him.

“How are you feeling, beautiful?” He asked before pressing more kisses to her other shoulder.

Y/n looked like she didn’t hear him though she did. She finally turned to him and opened her eyes, the dazed and heavy lidded look residing there was evident of how she was feeling. She smiled and leaned into him, sucking on his bottom lip to set him off again.

Eddie felt a jolt in his penis when she tugged on his lip, his hips thrusting one good time before they parted. “Use me, Eddie.” She whispered, flipping her hair over her bare shoulder, the scent of her shampoo just another aphrodisiac for him.

Eddie hissed as he bounced her on his lap, watching her hair and the plushest parts of her body go up and down, up and down, up and down. He moved his hands from her hips to her tits, his hands jealous of every bra she’s ever worn.

She began to bounce on her own for him, letting him feel the jiggle of her breasts in his hands as he watched her backside. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He almost growled, overwhelmed with pleasure and frustrated he wasn’t cumming, worried that he wasn’t focusing enough on her needs. But Y/n was blissed out.

She loved the way Eddie used her yet still made her feel like the most important part of sex, she loved how primal it always felt, yet still so gentle with him. Y/n hasn’t felt like she was making love since—

“H-Hey,” he tapped her on the side of her ass to get her attention, and felt her walls quiver with a giggle as she turned to him, breathless.

“Hi.” She greeted over her shoulder with a smile.

“Y-You think you could, uh, get on your hands and knees for me?” He murmured, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Her eyes shined, an eager nod sent his way before falling forward on her hands and knees.

Eddie loved her in every position, though this was one of his favorites. He loved her ass, and loved the way her back arched for him as she waited patiently. He sat up on his knees behind her, one hand on his cock, the other coming down gently on the right side of her ass, caressing her.

She pushed back onto him, a chuckle leaving him as she did. “I knew you’d be excited for this.” He teased quietly as he lined himself up, the anticipation making her clench around nothing. He slid all the way inside of her quickly, pulling her to him by her thighs, and not giving them much time to adjust before he started moving.

“You like that, baby? ‘S this okay?” He managed through the quick pace he’d set, the intensity bumped from ten to one hundred in no time.

“Yes! Please keep going, Eddie, don’t stop.” She urged, falling forward on her forearms, her forehead buried in the mattress. Eddie looked down at his dick disappearing inside of her, a sight he’d never tire of.

Eddie watched her ass bounce off his pelvis and shuddered, wondering how his handprint would look there. He rubbed the soft open area of her ass as he drilled into her, “D’you like to be spanked?” He asked, bending over her back and asking her quietly while slowing his movements, though not fully ceasing.

He felt her clench before he saw her nodding vehemently, her hair hiding most of her face, which wouldn’t do for Eddie at all. He moved her hair away, her eyebrows drawn together in frustration, her face a deep pink.

“Baby, talk to me, ‘s it too much?” He asked, stopping for a millisecond before she was moving for him, “No, no, no, no, no, I’m so fucking close, don’t you fucking stop, now, Eddie—spank me, pull my hair I don’t give a—“ her desperate rambling was cut off by Eddie slapping his palms down on her ass and gripping her hips in his hands so firmly he worried about bruising her, but her cries of ‘Fuck yeah—you’re so good to me, baby.’ rid him of that thought immediately.

She cried out as the obscene and wet slaps echoed in the bedroom, had anyone else been home, the whole session would’ve been audible from the front door. Eddie loved using her love handles for their intended purpose, his grunts leaving him involuntarily the closer he got to cumming.

Y/n started to feel an unfamiliar sensation brewing low in her stomach, she felt like she was on fire inside and had to pee.

“Eddie! Eddie, wait.” She panted, her hand flying back to his on her hip. He halted immediately and shifted to look at her eyes with urgency, “I’m okay!” She panted, “I just think I need to pee.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up at her revelation and picked his pace back up, reaching around to rub at her clit, “Baby, that means you’re gonna squirt for me—please cum, cum all over my cock and make me yours.” He begged breathlessly, her cries flying from her mouth with reckless abandon, reaching out for the footboard to brace herself against, the rhythmic creaking of the wood getting farther away the closer she hurdled towards her orgasm.

“ ‘Want you—mine..” she mumbled thoughtlessly, head empty; only thinking of Eddie and the unholy ways he made her feel. He stiffened as he thrusted into her, squeezing her hip with much power to keep from cumming at her words. He leaned over her again.

“I am, sweetheart. I’m yours…fuck—as long as you’ll have me.” He grinded against her back side, his cock nudging around inside of her deliciously. Her eyes rolled as her brows drew together, as he rubbed her bud with his quick fingers, his promise to her wrapping the two of them up in a precious little satin bow.

She nodded, reaching back and interlacing her fingers with his as he sat up. Before he could ask her to say it, she blurted out clearly, “‘M yours, Eddie. Oh, god, I wanna be yours!” She cried, the desperation behind her words sending Eddie’s eyes rolling and a string of obscenities flying from his lips.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..” he babbled as she bounced back on his cock, tears streaming down her cheeks as the flaming knot in her stomach burst and her pleasure rained down on Eddie. He felt her pussy clenching way before he felt the warmth of her orgasm around him, her walls squeezing him with every extra stroke. That’s when he lost it.

Every inch of his body experienced the rush of the hot orgasm, his nose to his fingertips was pink with a heated blush, his mouth gasping for air.

Their thighs and the sheet below them were soaked as they came to a still. He fell over on top of her again, kissing her neck as sweet moans of relief fell from his lips onto her. She felt his hands loosening their grip on her hips as he rubbed soothing circles into the flesh there.

“You.. are incredible.” He mumbled between kisses to her shoulders and back, pulling himself out and watching his mess leaking from her. He reached down between them before she sat up and collected some of it from her folds, her body jerking with surprise.

“Shit!” She hissed, “Sorry, still sensitive.” She mentioned breathlessly, her eyes almost closed and she laid back on her side of the bed, the cold pillow and sheet soothing the heat that dewed all over her skin.

Eddie watched her flop down, smirking as she got comfy without looking at their mess where he sat.

“Baby?” He whispered, using his fingers to comb the damp strands away from her face, the natural wave to her hair revealing itself to him. He hadn’t seen her completely natural until now, looking down at her and watching her eyes flutter open.

“Hmm?”

He stared for a moment, loving the way she looked at him and the way his hand looked in her hair and so close to her pretty face.

“Just a few things, then I’ll let you sleep—“ he got low and close to her face, “Number 1, that was easily the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, I dunno about you—“ He felt the warmth of her palm against his cheek as she leaned in and kissed him wetly.

“I can absolutely say the same,” She said with both happiness and guilt nagging at her from the recesses of her mind, Adam unable to stay far enough away when she was in moments such as these with Eddie.

Eddie snickered and pulled her closer to his chest, her lips immediately attaching to his neck, “I don’t wanna be sleeping a whole lot, though, Ed.” She mumbled. The vibration of her voice against his neck sent tingles all the way down his body, hissing a tight ‘Jesus H Christ’ when he felt her naked chest push against his.

“W-We have to change the sheets, first, Princess.” He managed. Y/n pulled back, her lips releasing his skin with a pop, and looked down at the space they occupied previously, noticing the dark patch immediately. Her eyes widened before she looked at him.

Eddie couldn’t resist bursting into laughter at her reaction, pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck to nibble at her sweet spot, hoping to hear her laughter just the same.

She screamed as he hoisted her on top of him again, growling into the crook of her neck while she giggled mercilessly. “Eddie! It’s not funny, it looks like I wet the bed!” She struggled against him until she broke free, taking the sheets with her and leaving him naked.

“Hey! It’s cold!” He hissed, curling up in a ball and rolling off the bed. “If you help me fix the bed we can get under a blanket faster.” She urged, slipping her shirt back on over her body as Eddie followed her lead and found his boxers.

Eddie stripped the fitted sheet and gathered the discarded top sheet as Y/n fetched new linens. He couldn’t help but smile when she scampered past him on his way to the laundry room, her new sheets in hand. She looked innocent in her sleep shirt, her hair tucked behind her ears.

He eagerly returned to the room, taking two corners of the sheet and tucking them under the mattress as she did, the two sharing shy smiles and stolen looks as if they weren’t changing their own cum sheets.

As soon as the bed was made again, Eddie flopped back down and pulled her to him, muffling her giggles with tender kisses sprinkled all over her mouth and cheeks.

After finally settling with her head on his chest, she handed him the remote, smiling when he turned the channel over to without a word. 120 minutes was on, a music video played with a softer melody.

The content they felt in that moment was a feeling the two of them had been in search of their whole lives. Eddie whispered to her softly, getting her attention.

She rolled over to look at him, his eyes golden in the lamp light. They leaned in, kissing each other and whispering to each other until they faded into sleep intertwined; the best sleep either of them had in a very long time.

Part 4

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laurzzz · 4 months

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You asked for ideas

Perhaps board games or something?

~ 🔫(watergun not gun) anon

Sleepover

AO3 Link: You can read it here too.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: None.

Summary:

“Since when did you two need a bed?”, you muse as Moon leads you into the mattress. You follow, laying down on the soft cushions with a star pillow you yanked from the middle of the stack behind you. “Since… you.”, Moon answers, affection radiating as he lays next to you on the mattress. He looks up at you, who’s still sitting with your back leaning against the stack of pillows. You smile warmly at him, heart touched from the answer and the gesture that he and Sun had shown you.

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It’s night time, and you’re in your starry pajamas. Dark gray with silver stars peppering the soft cottony fabric. You sit in concentration on a blue, bouncy floor with your phone’s flashlight glowing as it sits on your lap. The light flashes upwards, just enough for you to see the round orange table supporting a wooden tower.

Your eyes dart from the tower to your opponent, sitting crossed legged in themes of the night sky. An animatronic with a dish-like head attached to a somewhat humanly robotic body. Golden stars sprinkle over the dark blue of his night cap and his puffy jester-like pants. His red and deep blue frills add even more into that jester-like appearance. With the addition of his brown jester shoes too.

He sits there, patiently waiting and watching for you to take your turn in the game.

“Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end.”, you hum with your fingers clutching a Jenga block, whispering in shaky breath. A decision that took you over a minute to ponder over.

It slips out neatly and a simmering sigh escapes you.

“Sun digs its heels to taunt you.”, your opponent sings back, jittery static coming out in soothing waves. His soft blue silicone claws grip gently at a block openly available. Then swiftly takes it out with a confident toothy grin.

You look up at him, squinting. You don’t want to lose this game—not when you’ve been facing a losing streak against your nightly animatronic friend for how many rounds in a row now.

Your gaze scans up and down on the tower filled with holes, metaphorical gears turning in your head. Aha! There. A light bulb turns on inside you at the sight of a subtly ejected piece that you know will wobble the remains of this wooden tower. Just enough for it to stand after your move but crash at the next player’s choice.

“But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same.”, your hand grasps at the rectangular item and yank it out without hesitation. The tower teeters but doesn’t fall, just as planned.

Now all your opponent can do is either risk a move in pulling the wrong block or forfeit the game. A hopeful smirk stretches over your lips, sure and grounded in your choice.

“Rises the moon.”, you watch intently as the animatronic pulls a risky move, pulling the piece on the opposite side which ultimately balances out the shivering structure. Your eyes widen up at the red rounded glare shining down on you. Crud, he didn’t fall for it.

You sigh in accepting defeat with an impulsive nab of the nearest block which causes the tower to collapse. Remaining pieces of light-colored wood bounce around, scattering on to the sea of foamy floor mattress.

“You and your darn advanced intelligence!”, you pout, crossing your arms like a child blocked from a candy store.

A cool touch of Moon’s silicone hand envelopes the back of your hand. He lets out a chuckle, endearment glazing the sound. “I can let you win next round.”

You chuff, holding the gaze of his glowing eyes—a black void with a burning red crystal in the middle. “I don’t want your pity wins.”

Another chuckle escapes from Moon, the bell of his starry blue night cap echoing the bounce of his shoulders. He keeps on chuckling, hand still gripping gently on yours.

“What’s so funny, starboy?”, you growl, not-so-intimidatingly.

Moon raises both his arms, opening them welcomingly before completely trapping you in his hold. His body shoves you down on the floor. It’s heavy but not crushing. You still flail around in playful panic though.

“Moon?!”, you groan while Moon squeezes you into the embrace just a little.

He chuckles again, still not speaking words to explain his actions. You start hitting his back, palms slapping the metal underneath the silicone—not enough to tamper him, of course. Just enough to get his attention.

“I’m sorry, starlight.”, he raises half of his upper body off of you before immediately diving back in with him on top of you on the squishy floor. “You’re just so adorable.”

Warmth in your cheeks start growing noticeably palpable. Your heart races pumping audible beats in between yours and Moon’s chests. You know he can sense the change in warmth and heartbeat inside you, despite the dark that surrounds the both of you.

You try to avert his softened gaze with a whispered, “A-and you’re heavy. Get off!”

Humming noises emit from the animatronic trapping you and not a second later, he finally slowly gets off. You sigh with little relief trickling over you as you try to get up.

“O-okay! Now I want to try beating you in chess!”, you frantically spew out in an attempt to redirect your attention from Moon’s playful tackle just now.

“Really, chess? You couldn’t even beat me in Jenga, moonlight.”, he chuckles, arms crossing as he gives you space. You pat down the couple of dust gathered from the floor on to your pajamas.

“Y-yeah, well! I can try!”, you try to keep a bold front but the tall figure staring down right in front of you sees right through.

He shakes his head with the rings of tiny golden bells, “You’re tired. It’s nap time.”

“Not until I beat you in another game!”, you exclaim, arms raising with balled fists right at him.

Moon breathes out a synthetic sound of sigh and walks towards you. He crouches. The zipping sound of metal drops quickly from above. A loud clank rings after.

Within nearly a second, Moon grabs you from underneath, putting you in a bridal style hold. He looks down at you, the sharp grin of his never fading.

“W-what—”

“Nap time.”, Moon firmly says before your body realizes that you’re now floating above ground. Soft winds from the slow but certain movement that Moon does lands on the skin of your face. He’s dragging the both of you through his wire on to the castle that sits on the wall of the daycare, just above the colorful ball pit barely glinting in the dark.

With a gentle thud, Moon lands on the platform, allowing you to rest your socked feet on a grounded plane once more. You hear his wire unclasps from his back, zipping back up into the abyss of the ceiling.

Your attention hooks at the hand that’s holding yours. Moon leads you into the interior of the castle—his and Sun’s room. Although, it looks cleaner this time around.

The once scattering mess of toys, tables, and trinkets lay neatly in shelves pressed against the red-painted walls. There’s a mattress now too, covered in a bedsheet with patterns of the sky—both day and night.

“Since… you.”, Moon answers, affection radiating as he lays next to you on the mattress. He looks up at you, who’s still sitting with your back leaning against the stack of pillows. You smile warmly at him, heart touched from the answer and the gesture that he and Sun had shown you.

Sun may not be conscious in this moment but you know he’s there in Moon’s head—agreeing with the sentence that he just presented to you.

Moon opens his arms wide, inviting you with the softening glow of his black and red eyes. The very dim glint of the light bulb in this tiny room rains down gently on the sight of the half light and half dark face of the nightly robot.

You smile down at him, warmly, before resting on the cool of his embrace. A hum vibrates from Moon’s chest as he grabs a soft blanket that now covers the both of you.

“Does this mean we’re not going to play chess tonight?”, you suggest in a tease as Moon’s hand wraps around your waist from underneath the fabric.

He chuckles, pressing his permanent smile against your forehead. “How about tomorrow with Sun instead?”

You plant a kiss on his smile, lips touching against the firm silicone. “Deal.”

“Days fade into a watercolor blur.”, Moon hums as he rests his face plate on your forehead.

“Memories swim and haunt you.”, you sing back softly with a yawn. Moon brushes his finger up and down your cheek, a relaxing touch that invites you into rest. He smiles with a tender gaze down at you.

“But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke.”, he sings back, pulling you closer to him underneath the sheets. You coil your arms around his waist, a leg wrapping over his cotton-filled pants. Another yawn escapes you.

“Rises the… moon.”, sleep takes you into its embrace, the same one that Moon holds you in as the room fades into an easing black.

#food #laurswrites #dca x y/n #reader x moondrop #reader x moon #fluff #ao3 fic #thank you for the prompt ideas!! this was a sweet little break from all the angst ive been working on with rscb lol

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lavendersartistry · 1 month

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Late Night Gossips

Space Riders AU - @onyxonline Eve Ewe, Bolt - @lavendersartistry

This fic is the promised fan episode for onyxonline's Space Riders AU! This is mainly centered as a sequel/part 2 to Once Upon A Starry Night, the gala fic! Please check Onyx out, their work is super cool!

"Thanks again for inviting us for a sleepover, your Highness!"

Poppy floated by Eve as they walked into the palace through the gardens, Kissy Missy and the other girls following behind. It had been up to two months since the gala, the missions for the Smiling Critters becoming more and more difficult since and Eve thought it was best to give them a break.

It did take a while to get Mr. Ludwig to agree on letting Poppy join in as well, but it worked perfectly in the end. Eve swore she could see stars lighting up in Poppy's eyes once she was told she was able to go.

"It's not a problem, really! You all have been working very hard in the past months, and who am I to deny you all the opportunity to get some relaxation from working to the bone?"

Behind them were the boys, guided by Bolt. It was a little strange, having a sleepover in the princess's room. In spite of the thoughts swimming through DogDay's head, he turned to Bolt.

"So how did you get Eve to let us room with you for tonight?"

Bolt kept his mouth shut, an embarrassing blush on his face. CatNap smugly signed:

'Eve did the puppy eyes. Bolt can't resist it.'

Bolt quickly turned his head to CatNap, slightly offended.

"Don't go telling my business, menace cat. But yes, I was persuaded by her with the... puppy eyes. Tell no one else about this."

DogDay only quietly chuckled. He had to take a moment to realize just how much Bolt had fallen for Eve. The two were like soulmates that hadn't realized how much they had fallen for each other.

He then wondered... would it be possible for him and Z to have that type of connection too?

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"So Eve, you and Bolt. Did he confessed yet?"

"Wait, Eve and Bolt?! When was this?!"

"Back at the gala!"

"Darn, father should have let me go!"

Bobby lightly giggled at Poppy's pouting as she applied the mud mask to CatNap's face, him eating some of the extra sliced cucumbers.

Eve busied herself brushing Kissy's pink fur as she tried to not move the attention away from her.

"It was only a dance, nothing too serious."

DogDay chuckled at the scene while he and Bolt were relaxing on the sofa. Bolt was blushing under his mask, to save himself from the embarrassment of the gala.

"Well, I believe it was best to go for a dance to calm her nerves. You all know how the council is."

Hoppy groaned, kicking her feet up.

"Boring! You two are too sickly sweet! Let's talk about DogDay!"

DogDay immediately got nervous, an imaginary sweat drop running down his face. He nervously looked at both Eve and CatNap since they knew his encounters with the infamous "Z", or "Angel" as DogDay would tend to sometimes call him.

"Maybe no-"

'No, no. We're getting into this one.'

"Oh right, didn't DogDay say something that embarrassed him for life?"

DogDay immediately hid his face with a pillow, trying to hide his embarrassment of that day the two were exposing to the others about.

"Guys no- We're just friends!"

CatNap only looked at DogDay as he slowly ate a cucumber slice, making the others laugh as DogDay became more embarrassed.

"Guys, cmon!"

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pjsk-writin · 6 months

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Separate shiho and honami and a character of your choice with a s/o that's soft,dense,never really thing,clumsy,and physically affectionate and affectionate through words,+ if the s/o has cute nickname for them and loves to cuddle,overall she's just soft and loves sleepovers and cuddling!!

I love your writing smm!! Here's a sweet request (I may or may not take inspiration for it for my project sekai writing) remember to take care of yourself and don't stress it!!:))

-Ivy

HEHEHE THIS IS SOOOO CUTE and you KNOW i had to go with mizuki for the choose a character !! im so flattered that you take inspiration for your writing, and i hope you like this !! <3

♡ SOFT AND CUDDLY - Shiho Hinomori, Honami Mochizuki and Mizuki Akiyama x Reader

Shiho:

Shiho honestly has no idea what to think of you at first. You're just so different compared to her, and she feels like your softness could make her explode

You're so soft yet so dense, and although she tries to make it seem like it annoys her, she finds you so endearing that she can't help but love you

She gets so flustered with how affectionate you are, trying her best to accept your lovey compliments and hugs without having her face turn as red as a tomato

And she doesn't know how to handle it when you invite her over for a sleepover and start cuddling her. She's stiff in your embrace, but melts into it when she believes you're asleep <3

"...What did you say? Oh...Um, thank you. Wh- No, I'm not blushing!-"

Honami:

Honami finds herself growing very comfortable around you very quickly! It kind of shocks her at first, but you're so genuine that she can't help but fall for you

Your softness and denseness are very charming to her, and she will always do her best to help you no matter what you need. She's definitely eager to please you!

She will also get flustered with how affectionate you are, but she doesn't shut down like her bandmate would. Instead, she laughs softly, face flushed as she returns your affections

When you bring her over for a sleepover and cuddle, that is when she short circuits. She'll watch you with wide eyes and a flustered expression, but is quick to cuddle you in return <3

"Oh? Well, you're just so sweet! I hope you know that I love you too."

Mizuki:

Mizuki will always be drawn to cute things, and you're probably the cutest person that they've ever met! They want to start gushing about you so fast

They can't blame you for being soft and dense, although they definitely tease you about it. They make sure to stop if the teasing ever bothers you though

They talk a big game for someone who flusters really easily though. They tease you so much, but the moment you start expressing genuine affection, they lose their mind

They would love to cuddle and having sleepovers with you though! If you don't bring the idea up, they certainly will. They insist on being the little spoon unless you want to be <3

"You...You think I'm cute? Ha, um, well, you're also really cute too...! I'm not red-"

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d1strxct · 1 year

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𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

Lifeweaver x Reader fic

an: this fic is inspired by @shyleereading ‘s ask and i thank you for the inspiration. i got a little carried away writing this, so it’s about 5.7k words. i hope you like it! 🫶

You and the newest addition to Overwatch had made quite the friendship. Niran “Lifeweaver” Pruksamanee was intelligent, humorous, and charismatic. You noticed these traits first upon his arrival and decided to make a new friend. The two of you quickly bonded, your personality clicking with his instantly. What started as small talk in between missions, became chatting until the sun came up. Soon, you two became inseparable and hung out every time there was a chance.

You invited Niran over for a sleepover at your place tonight and, without hesitation, he accepted the invite. Niran had never been to your place before, so to say you were anxious would be an understatement. It was near the time he was supposed to arrive and you were very excited. This would be the first time you had a sleepover with anyone since joining Overwatch. There was finally a break in the missions and you couldn’t resist the opportunity to spend it with your new best friend.

You were setting up the snacks and picking out different movies for a movie marathon when there was a knock at the door. A big grin formed on your face that threatened to split in half. You swiftly rose from your seat on the couch and walked to the door. Opening it, there stood Niran with a grin equivalent to the size of yours. His hand was clasped around the strap that connected to his bag, it hanging nicely by his waist.

After a small greeting and a quick hug, you brought him inside and shut the door behind you. Niran glanced around the living room starry-eyed, seemingly in awe of your home. It was a fairly small place, but you managed to turn it into something lively and beautiful. The walls were painted a nice ivory color, and decorated with small paintings and plants. Niran looked around some more before turning back to you.

“Your home,” he started, “it’s beautiful.”

You smiled, glancing around the room.

“Thank you. I think it’s beautiful too.” You chuckled before your eyes shifted to the bag he was holding.

“Oh! I can take your bag if you want me to. I’ll go put it in the guest bedroom.”

Niran nodded his head and handed over his bag. He followed you to the bedroom and gasped upon entering it. His eyes went wide and they darted all over the room.

“This is,” he paused and his face dropped, “the ugliest guest bedroom I’ve ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes as you realized he was messing with you. Deciding to go with his playful attitude, you messed with him back. You lightly shoved his bag into his chest and your face deadpanned. Staring at him, you made pointed a finger to the door.

“There’s the door.”

Niran stared back and soon enough the two of you were having a staring contest. It only lasted about ten seconds before a smile cracked onto your face and he burst with laughter. He shook his head and walked past you to put his bag on the bed.

“Really though,” he giggled, looking around the room again, “I love your place. Can I live here with you?”

You laughed and shrugged your shoulders. “Only if you’re gonna help pay rent.”

He nodded eagerly and followed you out of the bedroom. You both went back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. You turned your head to him with a smile.

“So, what do you wanna do first?”

“What did you have planned?”

“Well…” you knitted your eyebrows in deep thought and continued, “I have a bunch of movies we can watch, I bought stuff to bake if you’d like to, and we can play video games?”

Niran hummed and averted his gaze to the wall as his way of thinking. After a few seconds, he looked back at you and grinned.

“How about we bake something now, play video games while we wait, and then end our night with the movies?”

You nodded and grinned back. The two of you rose from the couch and made your way to the kitchen. Once again, Niran went on a rant about how nice your house was and how we wanted to stay in it forever. You laughed and opened the pantry, grabbing the cake mix and setting it on the countertop.

“Is cake alright? We can use it to make something else though if you’re not fond of it.”

He smiled, shaking his head.

“Actually, I love that flavor, so cake it is!”

Niran and you quickly washed your hands and, after getting all the ingredients from around the kitchen, got to work. You decided to hook up your phone to a speaker and played music that you knew you both loved. Niran got some mixing bowls from the cabinets and set them on the counter.

“Okay, so we need to mix all the wet ingredients in one bowl and the dry ones in another. Seems easy enough,” you said as you read the instructions.

Niran grabbed the box from your hand and you looked up at him, a confused expression taking over on your face. He shook his head, a smirk on his. He held the box over his head and spoke.

“Where’s the fun in baking if you follow the instructions? I’m sure we can figure it out on our own.”

You rolled your eyes and tried reaching for the mix, but he backed away and held it higher. You huffed and folded your arms against your chest, a smile creeping onto your face.

“Niran so help me if you burn down my kitchen you’re paying for it.”

You ended your sentence with a poke to his side and he gasped, lowering his hands to cover his midriff. You took it as an opportunity to grab the box back and giggled when he made a sad face.

“But I’m a professional chef! C’mon, live a little!”

You sighed and thought about it, bringing your hand up to your chin. It would be more fun. And more of a mess. And potentially end in a fire. But fun!

You looked back up at him and slowly nodded your head, silently giving him the approval to throw the box to the side. He smiled widely and innocently giggled. You grabbed your phone and looked up the ingredients you needed to make sure you had all of them. Seeing you had them all, you grabbed one bowl and all the dry ingredients.

“Can we at least use measuring cups?”

“Nope.”

You groaned dramatically and Niran laughed. You grabbed the bag of flour and opened it, taking a small amount and swiping some on both of his cheeks. He gasped and narrowed his eyes at you, but didn’t make a move to rub it off. You backed away cheekily and giggled. He grabbed a slightly larger amount of flour and slowly swiped his thumb across your forehead.

“Simba.” He whispered.

You threw your head back with laughter and he giggled. You looked back at him and shook your head, your eyes crinkled and mouth wide.

“This cake is never going to get made if you keep messing around, Mr. Professional.” You put air quotes on the last word and Niran scoffed, feigning offense.

“I am professional, thank you very much. And you started it!” He held an accusatory finger towards you and you laughed.

Taking your place in front of the counter again, you carefully tried to pour the right amounts into the bowl. On the other hand, Niran seemed unconcerned and poured random amounts of the different liquids into another bowl. You mixed the dry ingredients while Niran mixed the wet ones.

The music was definitely a good idea as you both started humming to the song, your foot tapping to the beat against the tile. Niran, however, broke into a full dance of uncoordinated movements. His arms continued holding the bowl and mixing while his feet turned in different directions and his head swayed from side to side. He made a spinning move and fixed his gaze back on you once he stopped. The whole time he danced, you stared at him with your jaw slacked and eyes wide.

“Those moves were….” you paused.

“Amazing? I know.” He smirked and puffed his chest out in pride.

“…terrible. I should give you lessons.”

Niran barked out a laugh and shrugged his shoulders. He set the mixing bowl down and leaned against the counter, his hand resting on his chin.

“Perhaps I’ll consider your offer another day. Are you done mixing that?”

You nodded your head and moved the dry bowl next to the wet one. You slowly poured the dry ingredients into the other bowl to not make a mess. After combining the ingredients, you handed the bowl to Niran so he could mix it together.

“Stir that until it forms into the batter and I’ll go set up a game. I have Mario Kart, Mortal Kombat, Lego Batman, and Super Smash Bros. Do you have a preference?”

“I’ve never played Mortal Kombat before. So let’s do that!”

Excitement could be heard in Niran’s tone and you chuckled, nodding your head. He continued to stir the bowl while you left the kitchen and entered the living room. Grabbing the remote off the coffee table, you turned on the TV and the gaming console. You made Niran an account so you could both play and set up the game. Once it was ready, you walked back into the kitchen and saw Niran dipping his finger into the batter. He was about to eat it when you spoke up.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

He jumped and quickly rose his batter-covered finger to his mouth, licking it off before you could stop him. You marched over to him and crossed your arms against your chest, giving him an accusatory look. He made a noise of enjoyment and nodded his head.

“Mmh, that is good!”

“Niran, you can’t eat it yet. You’re gonna catch salmonella. I don’t need you dying in my household.”

He rolled his eyes and waved his hand disapprovingly. You poked at his stomach multiple times and he let out a giggly breath, involuntarily sucking in.

“Wehell you better not let me die then.”

After pouring the batter into a pan and placing it in the oven, you set a timer for thirty minutes. You stopped the music and turned off the speaker. The two of you made your way into the living room and sat down in front of the TV. You handed him a controller and gave him a basic rundown of the buttons.

“You press this one to punch and this one to block. We can get into special moves later. Any questions?”

“I don’t think so. I’ll learn as we go.”

You nodded and selected Noob Saibot as your character. Niran glanced around the screen, going through each fighter before eventually choosing Mileena. You smirked to yourself as you already felt your victory. He noticed your mischievous look and shoved your shoulder with his.

“Hey, go easy on me. It’s my first game!”

You laughed. “We’ll see about that.”

After selecting a random map, the first round started. While Niran was looking down at the controller trying to figure out which button to push, you immediately went in with a Tele-Slam and a Shadow Tackle. Niran’s eyes widened and he frantically pushed at all the buttons. You giggled as his character didn’t move anywhere and only punched out.

“This isn’t fair! I told you to go easy!”

You barked out a laugh and let him do some damage before easily winning the first round. Niran groaned and gritted his teeth. The second round started and you went with a Rising Shadow Kick. The sound of Niran practically smashing the buttons made you snicker, but somehow he managed a Low Sai Blast. Your eyes widened as he managed to get you to half health, but his skills were no match for yours. You used another special move and the words “FINISH HIM” came up on the screen. Deciding to use an easy fatality, you chose Split Decision. You leaned back in pride and Niran made a face of disgust while watching the fatality.

When the match ended, he turned his head towards you and narrowed his eyes.

“Okay. That was so not fair. You were supposed to give me a chance.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“As if I would let anyone beat me at this game.”

There was a long moment of silence before Niran spoke up.

“Let’s go again.”

After several more wins for you and whines from Niran, he started to get the hang of it. He managed to block your attacks and make a few special moves. He was getting your health pretty low and you knitted your eyebrows in concentration. He had won the first round (you lied and said you let him win out of pity) and he was most likely going to win the second. There was no way you were going to let him win. No one had beaten you before. But with the way he was learning pretty fast, you had to do something about it.

Since he was so focused on the screen, he didn’t notice one of your hands let go of the controller. You pressed a few buttons to make it seem like you were still playing to keep him unsuspecting. Your other hand slowly crept to Niran’s torso and you gave a light squeeze to his side. He flinched at the unexpected contact and yelped, a giggle escaping from his lips.

“H-hey! Dohon’t do that!”

Niran scooted away from your hand, but you easily followed him and extended your arm out further. Your hand found his ribs and you gave him sharp pokes. Another yelp with a few giggles could be heard from him and you smirked. His arm came crashing down and he covered his side with it, blocking his torso from any more attacks. It was enough of a distraction for you to get his character low and kill him, winning the second round.

Niran stared at the screen dumbfounded. A small blush was present on his cheeks and he whipped his head towards you. His brows knitted and he narrowed his eyes. You giggled and held your hands up defensively. Niran pointed a finger at you.

“You cheated.”

“I did no such thing. I simply used my enemy’s weakness to my advantage.”

He was about to mutter a comeback when the oven timer went off. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand snake across the floor toward your torso and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. After pausing the game, you quickly rose from the floor before he could do anything and ran into the kitchen. Niran sighed in defeat and got up too, walking in behind you. Grabbing the mitts, you put them on and opened the oven. You took out the pan and set it on the counter.

“It’ll have to cool for about fifteen minutes, but we can make the frosting while we wait.”

After the cake cooled off and you made the frosting, the two of you started decorating. You drew little hearts and stars on the top of the cake, and Niran made poorly drawn flower designs on the sides of it. When you were both finished, you stepped back to admire your work.

“It’s gorgeous,” you whispered. “We should be cake decorators as a full-time job.”

Niran nodded his head and hummed in approval, a mock-serious expression on his face. You giggled and took the cake, placing it in a glass display case.

“Let’s save it for after we eat dinner. Are you hungry now?”

“I could eat. What did you have in mind?”

“How about we order pizza? I don’t feel like cooking anything.”

“Sounds good to me.”

While waiting for the pizza to arrive, you both busied yourself with more Mortal Kombat. Niran actually managed to win a few matches himself and bragged about it, but only until you threatened to sew his mouth shut if he didn’t stop talking. Once the pizza got there, you brought it into the living room and Niran grabbed two plates from the kitchen. You set the box down on the coffee table and went to the kitchen as well, pouring drinks for both of you. When you came back, he was sitting on the couch and already eating a slice.

“Here’s your drink. Is the pizza good?”

Niran nodded his head as he chewed, holding his hand up in front of his mouth to speak.

“Very good, and thank you.”

You smiled and sat down beside him, grabbing yourself a slice and beginning to eat. To keep it from going silent, you both made small talk while you ate. You had conversations about upcoming missions, plans for the future, family, and everything there was to talk about.

When you were both done eating, you took the plates into the kitchen, quickly cleaning them and putting them away. You then grabbed two smaller plates and set them on the counter, opened the glass display case, and cut two small pieces of cake. You carefully walked into the living room again and handed one to Niran.

“It’s getting kind of late,” you said, setting your plate on the small table in front of you. “How about we watch some movies now and relax?”

He nodded and you reached out to grab a few movie cases.

“Okay, so I have the Avengers, Howl’s Moving Castle, and Tangled. But we can also find a streaming service if none of these are to your liking.”

Niran’s face lit up at Tangled and he swallowed his cake before responding.

“Tangled! It’s my favorite movie!”

A huge smile formed on your face and you nodded your head excitedly.

“Mine too! Ugh, I knew we were best friends for a reason.”

You both laughed and you got up and put the DVD in the console. While waiting for it to start up, you excused yourself to go grab a few extra blankets from your room. When you came back, you noticed Niran had changed into his pajamas for the night and was patiently waiting for you. You grinned and threw the blankets at his head, earning a grunt in response. He took the blankets off his head and wrapped both of them around himself. You stood in front of him with your eyebrows raised, giving him a confused look.

“Um, excuse me. One of those is mine.”

Niran glanced at you and shook his head, pretending to dismiss you.

“No. These are both mine, thank you.”

You narrowed your eyes and stared at him, a silence took over the room. Niran looked at you, a tiny smirk evident on his lips. You tried to give off a menacing look, but with the way he wasn’t moving, it was clear your stare wasn’t working. After a few seconds, you sighed and shook your head in defeat. He hummed in amusement and snuggled deeper into the blankets.

“I suggest you go find your own covers and-hey!”

Niran shrieked and held his hands out defensively as you unexpectedly lunged at him. You jumped onto the couch and tugged at the blankets, a playful and mischievous look on your face. He grunted and wrapped his arms around his torso, not letting his grip loosen on the blankets.

“These are mine! You specifically got these for-wahahait! Don’t do thahat!”

Before he could finish his sentence, you maneuvered your hands around his arms and wiggled your fingers into his sides. Niran giggled wildly and squirmed around on the couch. A big smile formed on his face and his nose scrunched. You let yourself smile too as your fingers scribbled on his skin. You seemed to hit a sensitive spot as Niran squealed when you dug your fingers deeper.

“N-nohoho! Thahat tihihickles!”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

You giggled at his predicament and switched to a different spot. Your hands found vacancy on his ribs and you prodded at them. Niran threw his head back in laughter and crossed his arms against his chest, trapping your hands in between his chest and his arms. He wiggled around on the couch and moved to where his legs were sprawled across it. You quickly sat on his legs and continued your ticklish onslaught.

“Plehehehease! Lehehet me goho!”

While Niran was talking through cackles and gasps, you talked calmly and casually, as if you weren’t tickling him to death.

“Are you going to give me my blanket back?”

Niran was at a loss for words as he was lost in boisterous laughter. The blankets were now behind him and he was leaning against them from all of his squirming. Your fingers shook into his lower ribs and he squealed. He tried to kick his legs out but with you sitting on them, it proved ineffective.

“Nahaha! I’m sohohorry!”

You narrowed your eyes at him while a playful smirk took over on your lips. You hummed in thought and shook your head as if to say no. Niran groaned through his laughter and you giggled. He did his best to fend your hands off but he was getting weak from his loud giggling. You wormed your hands into his armpits and dug your fingers into the spot. He let out a loud cackle before falling into silent laughter.

“Sorry enough to give me a blanket?”

Your fingers kept tickling his underarms while you spoke. You noticed his struggling was getting slower and his hands were giving up on keeping yours away. He nodded his head repeatedly, a big smile plastered on his face with his eyes tightly squeezed shut. You continued tickling him there for a few more seconds before letting up.

Niran slumped into the couch and fell into a fit of residual giggles. He sucked in deep breaths and a light blush appeared on his cheeks. You got off of his legs and gently shoved them off the couch so you could sit down next to him. He grunted and slowly reached behind him to grab a blanket. He handed you one and you smirked in victory, wrapping it around yourself.

“Try something like that again and it’ll be ten times worse.”

Niran grumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch and you giggled. Now that both of you had a blanket and were comfortable on the couch, you grabbed the remote from the table in front of you. You lied back and pressed play, starting the movie.

After about thirty minutes into the movie and two songs later, you noticed Niran was quieter than usual. You turned your head to look at him and saw his eyes focused on the screen. Maybe he was just really enjoying the movie? You decided to not worry about it and continued to keep watching the film. However, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him give several glances your way. You let it slide the first few times but it put you on edge. When he did it again for even longer, you decided to say something about it.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

Niran let a smirk take over his lips and his expression became mischievous. He looked away from the screen and his eyes shifted onto you. A small panic began to rise in your chest and you smiled timidly.

“You think you can just get away with torturing me?”

You notice he was getting closer as he spoke and you leaned back. You tried to play it cool and rolled your eyes, but it was evident that you were growing nervous.

“Oh please, d-don’t be dramatic. I hardly did anything!”

Niran scoffed at your sheer audacity in saying that and shook his head.

“Oh? Well, I’d say a little payback is in order, hmm?”

The teasing lilt in his voice made a smile grow on your face and a few nervous giggles slipped out. Niran’s eyes narrowed towards you and his smirk expanded. His body slowly advanced towards yours and you put your hands out in front of you to keep some distance. When he was close enough to grab you, he lunged. You shrieked and just barely dodged out of the way. You rolled off the couch and started to make a break for it into the kitchen.

You were so close to escaping when a pink flower-shaped dome was enclosed around you. Your feet were lifted off the ground and suddenly you were being pulled backward. Your eyes widened and you yelped as you were sent back onto the couch and into Niran’s arms.

“Come here, won’t you?”

Niran’s arms wrapped around your torso and your struggles increased. You tried to wiggle out of his grip and your legs kicked out on top of the cushions. Your arms were effectively pinned by your sides and you tried to plead with him.

“Niran! Wait wait wait! I’m sohohorry!”

Niran wasted no time and his hands found your sides. He gently wiggled his fingers into the skin and you let out a squeal. You fell into a fit of high-pitched giggles and shook your head. His hands darted all over your sides with pokes and prods. The thin material of your shirt did nothing to deter the feeling.

“Thahahat’s cheheheating!”

Niran hummed in thought, his fingers skillfully skittering across to your stomach. Your laughter increased and you involuntarily tried sucking in. His fingers never let up and followed wherever you squirmed, not that there was much room to anyways. He brought his mouth close to your ear and softly spoke.

“Hmm, what was it again? Ah. I simply used my enemy’s weakness to my advantage.”

You shuddered at the feeling of his breath on your ear and shrugged your shoulder up, giggling. You could hear the triumphant smirk in his voice even if you couldn’t see it. You inwardly groaned and would roll your eyes if you weren’t currently being tortured.

“Nahaha! Stahahap tihihihickling me!”

“Where are you most ticklish?”

“I’m nahahat tehehelling you thaHAHAt!”

Niran slowly dragged his fingers around your stomach as he spoke, tracing different shapes and patterns. His finger landed in the middle of your stomach when you let out a squeal, falling into loud laughter. Your hands squeezed into fists and you pounded them into the couch out of reflex. Niran giggled at your reaction and traveled his fingers further up your torso.

“Awh, you’re just so ticklish, aren’t you?”

A heat pooled in your cheeks and they grew a light shade of pink. You shook your head from side to side and let out a gasp as his hands landed on your ribs. He felt you tense and positioned his fingers on the highest ones.

“Is your worst spot… here?”

He quickly wiggled his fingers over your ribs and you let out a loud cackle before returning to bubbly laughter. You threw your head back onto his chest and squeezed your eyes shut, a huge smile spread on your face. One hand continued to skitter over one side of your ribs while the other squeezed the backs of the other ones. You fell into silent laughter as the two sensations were too much for you to handle. Niran slowed his tickling and went back to light tracing.

Your heavy laughter decreased into breathy giggles and you internally sighed. You greedily sucked in air and your chest rose and fell with each breath. You lightly squirmed at the feeling of his fingers still on your ribs. Niran snickered and moved his head to look you in the eye. You met his gaze only for a second before turning your head away from him and closing your eyes.

“Niran I swehehear to god I will kihihick you out ohof my hohohouse!”

It was his turn to laugh as he threw his head back with a cackle. It was hard to be threatening when you had a big smile on your face and giggles were pouring out of your lips. You felt his shoulders shake underneath you and you grimaced, testing his grip around your body. You tried to pull your arms up but it was no use.

“Oh no, I’m terrified.”

“Lehet me gohoho!”

“Only if you tell me where your worst spot is, and if you apologize for torturing me.”

You groaned through your giggles and you were about to respond with a snarky comeback when Niran shoved his hands under your arms. You let out a scream before succumbing to boisterous laughter. His fingers dug into the hollows and he kneaded at your skin. You banged your head against his chest and your struggles increased tenfold.

“NIHIHhirahahan! Nohohot thehehere!”

“Not where? Not here?” He emphasized his sentence with squeezes to your armpits.

“YEHEHES! It tihihickles too muhuch!”

Niran gasped and you could hear the mock astonishment.

“Really? I never knew that!”

“Shuhuhut uhup!”

After what seemed like hours of tickling, (which really was just about three minutes) Niran slowed his fingers and dragged them back down to your sides. Your squirming subsided and you breathed heavily through your nose, a smile on your face. He got a truly evil idea and lifted your shirt up, putting his fingers on top of your bare skin. You shuddered at the feeling and let a few giggles slip. He lazily traced patterns all over your sides, stomach, and ribs. You sucked in air through your teeth and started another giggling fit.

“Are you ready to apologize now?”

“It’s nohohot my fahault you’re too tihicklish for your ohohown gohohood.”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making threats.”

Without Niran noticing, you managed to sneak your hand beside his knee with the little room you had to move. You firmly squeezed his knee and he jolted, a yelp escaping from his lips. His fingers stopped his tracing and rested on your skin. He narrowed his eyes at you and you giggled cheekily. A silence took over the room and you felt slightly nervous again. Without saying anything, Niran’s hand relocated to your hip and squeezed.

A startled squeal and high-pitched giggles unleashed from deep within you. You tried to buck your hips upward but with Niran’s arms wrapped around you, it was hard to do so.

“Nohoho mohohore! I give up! I gihive up!”

“Apologize.”

His hands quickly shot up into your underarms again and, after a loud shriek, he sent you into silent laughter. Your squirming was weakening and you lightly tapped on his leg. He went on for a good ten seconds before stopping completely and letting you catch your breath. His grip around your torso loosened and he grinned at you.

“I’m waiting.” He lightly strummed his fingers on your sides.

You giggled lightly and nodded your head.

“I’m sohohorry. No mohore.”

Niran accepted your apology and unwrapped his hands from around you. You quickly crawled to the other side of the couch and curled into a ball. A light blush was apparent on your face and you gave a dirty look towards Niran. He snickered and wiggled his fingers in your direction, making you cringe and cover your face with your hands.

“Awh, are you just too ticklish for your own good?”

You gave him a light kick in the leg with your foot and he grabbed it. He wiggled his fingers tauntingly and gave your sole a quick tickle. You shrieked and pulled it out of his grasp, tucking both of your feet underneath the blanket.

“Niran Pruksamanee, you are such a jerk!”

“You started it, and I just finished it.”

You rolled your eyes and mumbled something he didn’t hear. When you heard the ending music of the movie, you gasped and quirked your head up toward the television. You realized Niran had spent the last part of the movie tickling you to pieces.

“We didn’t even get to watch the ending!” You whined, sitting up on the couch with a frown.

“Well, do you wanna rewatch it?”

You thought for a moment before shaking your head. You checked the time on your phone and saw it was already past midnight. A yawn escaped your lips and you closed your eyes tiredly. Niran noticed this and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie.

“Do you wanna call it and go to bed?”

You nodded and slowly got up, grabbing the plates of cake off the table and walking into the kitchen. You set them on the counter and told yourself you would clean up in the morning. Going back into the living room, you saw Niran rub his eyes and yawn. His head was drifting down and his eyes closed completely. You figured he was also tired from tonight’s events and chuckled.

You quietly walked over to the couch and gently shook his shoulder. His head shot up and he opened his eyes, looking up at you. You smiled tiredly and nodded your head towards the hallway.

“Let’s go to bed, Niran.”

He nodded and slowly got off the couch, wrapping the blanket around him and following you to the guest bedroom. You opened the door for him and he marched to the bed, plopping face-first into the mattress. He let out a long sigh and you giggled. You walked over to the bed and stood over him.

“Goodnight, Niran. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” You teased in a sing-song voice, giving his side a few pokes.

He squirmed and brought his arm down to cover his side, tired giggles leaking from his lips.

“Don’t make me tickle you again.”

He didn’t sound very threatening as his voice was slurring from the drowsiness. You grinned and walked towards the door.

“Yeah yeah. Go to sleep, dude.”

You heard the faint sound of snores and realized Niran was already fast asleep. You rolled your eyes and turned off the light, walking out and shutting the door behind you. After going back into the living room and making sure everything was decently tidy, you shut off all the lights and made your way to your bedroom. As you fell asleep, you thought of the next break in missions and couldn’t wait to have another sleepover with your best friend.

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