#holy water bubble bath

[sad-chaos-goblin]

Ok, soo our dear angel & demon swapped bodies for a bit. And Aziraphale-posing-as-Crowley has a chill holy water bath, all sexily soaked through in his underpants and undershirt. But was there really any need to strip down? He could easily miracle his clothes dry afterwards.

Which means this was 100% a pervy little choice Aziraphale made.

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Top "Glow Up" Tips & Habits To Become The Best Version of Yourself

Prioritize the Holy Trinity: Nutrition, Movement, & Sleep. Following a whole-foods, plant-based diet with vegetables and/or fruit at every meal and limiting processed foods is one of the simplest ways to improve your overall health. Drink plenty of water, have any necessary supplements (like vitamin B12, vitamin D, omega 3s, etc.), and reduce your consumption of sugary, alcoholic, or caffeine-loaded beverages. Try to incorporate at least 30 minutes of walking and/or a simple 15-20 workout into your everyday routine. Make getting a full night's rest (usually 7-9 hours for most people) a non-negotiable in your life.

Practice Radical Self-Acceptance. Fully embrace your personal values. Get comfortable with your authentic desires. Define and set goals for yourself in every area of your life.

Nourish Your Body, Mind, and Spirit Consistently. Eat a healthful diet (enough food without overstuffing yourself), sleep and move enough throughout the day, and continue learning and educating yourself on current events, your industry/career field, art, culture, history, world languages, etc. Practice mindfulness and self-care activities. Honoring your sexual needs. Giving yourself at least one rest/reset day per week.

Cultivate Sustainable (and Personally-Fulfilling) Routines. Your sleep schedule, work/school schedule, workout schedule throughout the week, social and self-care time, date nights, time for your hobbies, errands, cleaning, and relaxation. Make appointments with yourself to empower you to fulfill all your daily tasks and activities to ensure you can work and play without burning yourself out in the process.

Set Boundaries. With your friends, family, work-life/professional network, romantic and sexual partners, and yourself. Understand your emotional, physical, and energetic limitations. Communicate them clearly, compassionately, and unapologetically. Cut toxic people out of your life. Avoid codependency like the plague. Nurture your healthy and supportive interdependent relationships regularly.

Learn What You Enjoy. Ensure To Incorporate These Products, Routines, and Relationships Into Your Day. It can be a piece of dark chocolate and a favorite T.V. show, a long evening phone call with a loved one, a hot bubble bath, or any other small luxury that gives you genuine pleasure and adds some necessary joy to your day.

Check In With Yourself Regularly. Pivot When Necessary. Self-improvement, goal setting, relationship building, and cultivating unshakeable self-love/life satisfaction takes time, experimentation, trial and error, and tons of self-reflection before you get it right in any area of your life. Be honest with yourself on what's work, what's not, where to remain consistent, and what areas of your life would benefit from a change.

[twilghtkoo]

Can you do something where reader and haechan take a playful bubble bath and gossip together using prompts 93 and 88<33

love foolish

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. pure fluff, established relationship

warnings. mostly reader talking and haechan just listening and being love, boobs, not proofread cus i’m lazy

notes. aww i love this request hehe reader and hyuck taking a bath together and just chatting >.< thank u anon for this req!

prompts. #93 “she looked at you like she wanted to jump you” and #88 “you’re driving me crazy here”

prompt list | series masterlist | taglist

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“only a little bit of soap, haechan.” you remind him once again, with a stern voice. shouting from your closet as you go through haechan’s side for a t-shirt that you can put on after your bath.

you take both your change of clothes and walk back to the bathroom. haechan sits on the closed toilet seat, only left in his briefs, carefully watching the tub fill up with hot water as the bubbles from the soap slowly rise. you spot the colors green and blue paint the water.

haechan glances up at you, spotting your shadow from his peripheral. “i put a bath bomb in.” he answers your thoughts.

you hum approvingly, a small smiling turning the corner of your lips upwards when haechan smiled self-proudly.

soon the water is at a good level and haechan has already stripped naked and stepped into the water, waiting for you. you stand in front of the tub, taking haechan’s hand that’s stretched out for you to take as he safely guides you inside. he occupies the end of the tub, his back against the cool tile wall, legs spread for you to sit in-between.

“holy shit, this feels fucking amazing.” you moan once your body from the neck down is submerged in the hot water. haechan’s hands are quick to wrap around your bare waist under water, rubbing your sides soothingly. all previous stress and tension in your body has now left your body as you welcome in the therapeutic warmth.

he chuckles from behind, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

“that sounds familiar,” he thinks out loud, smirking.

“what do you mean?”

“pretty sure you said those exact same words when you rode me for the first time.” he recalls.

your head drops down and you scoff. “oh my god, haechan.” pursing your lips to fight the laugh that almost came out. he sure knows how to ruin a moment.

“hehe, sorry.” he softly mumbles an apology.

you lean yourself up away from haechan’s chest, going to the other side of the tub so you and him are facing each other.

you grin to yourself, sitting on your legs and gathering a handful of the white bubbles that float atop.

he watches you with admiration and love, allowing you to put the mountain of bubbles on top of his dry head.

“how do i look?”

you blink, “beautiful.”

he scoffs, dropping his head as he cutely smiles.

“what should we eat for dinner?” you ask, your focus mostly on the tower of bubbles you’re building.

he hums, “we have those left overs from lunch. but if you don’t want that i can make you something else.” he suggests, he knows how you feel about leftovers and how you think the taste isn’t the same once it leaves the restaurant. which is why you always try to finish your food, but today, you just woke up not hungry.

“speaking of lunch earlier . . .”

haechan decided to join you and help you build your bubble tower, he hums in response, letting you know he’s listening. the top of his head is slightly damp from the bubbles.

“the girl who took our order and stuff . . . you know the waitress?” you trail off, glancing up at him to watch his facial expressions.

“uh huh,”

you slightly pout from the lack of responses.

your hands stop and now you’re just watching him.

“did you notice anything?” you ask cautiously.

his hands stop mid air, the slightly growing bubble tower has now reached the height to where your heads are.

he squints his eyes, his lips turned downwards, a habit you noticed when he’s thinking.

he shakes his head, “no, notice what?”

you let out a sigh as a response.

“vent to me baby,” he lightly chuckles, assuring you to speak what's on your mind.

you groan, face palming because if haechan didn’t even notice it then why is it bothering you so much. you decide to continue adding height to the silly tower to avoid from catching haechan’s reaction.

“when we went to lunch together, i think the waitress recognized you and she was definitely flirting with you. right in front of me!” you exclaim, scoffing at the memory again.

you and haechan went out to eat earlier today for lunch, choosing somewhere where we thought was pretty secluded, and it sort of was.

“i swear i saw her try to reach to touch your arm, and she was all heart eyes staring at you. i was almost about to throw up. not to mention, she wasn’t even looking at me when i was telling her my order. rude, right?”

he nods, “definitely.” he says firmly.

“thank you!” with big eyes and your hands thrown out in front of you as you rant, cutting your creation in half on accident as it slowly floats in the air to haechan’s side.

"she looked at you like she wanted to jump you!"

he can’t help but burst out laughing at your frustration about the situation. you can say he was pretty oblivious about the waitress flirting with him, because he was focused on you mostly. recalling how there was an eyelash sitting beneath your cheekbone while the lady was collecting your order. how your fingers were fidgeting with the corner of the menu that was already slightly peeling, the skin of your hand looking so smooth and soft under the natural light seeping through the window.

haechan leans back, taking his arms out from the water to relax on the edge of the tub. soap suds resting on his skin.

you’re still pouting, thinking about the situation and how the girl had the nerve to blatantly flirt with your boyfriend in front of you. in your head, you were saying things that your non-confrontational ass would never say to someone.

you stare at haechan, "you think she knew who you were?" you ask with slightly raised eyebrows.

he shakes his head. "i don't think so, don't worry." he assures you.

you jump in your spot which makes haechan flinch in surprise, eagerly leaning forward, your mouth forming an 'o' shape. "one of my classmates stole my pen today!" you gasped.

haechan covers his mouth with his hand, dramatically gasping, matching your energy. "no," he reacts.

you nod your head, "yes! i just remembered. that fucker." you mumble the last part to yourself.

he bites his lip to hold back his smile. "is it the gel pen with the 0.5 point?"

"yes, my favorite pen."

"don't you have a whole pack in your desk?" he harmlessly asks, just out of pure curiosity.

you cock an eyebrow, "who's side are you on?"

haechan stretches his hands towards you quickly. "yours, baby. yours. that fucker should've gave back your pen. doesn't he know we are in the middle of an inflation?" he scoffs.

"and like, yeah, i use my ipad to take notes but i use my pen for handwritten notes and my planner. i should've lied and said i didn't have a pen. ugh- this is what happens when i'm nice to people." you stress before shaking your head, scooting closer to your boyfriend.

“you do have nice pens,” he says absent mindedly. “i probably would’ve kept it too.”

your face is deadpan as you stare at haechan, then you let out a deep sigh. “i love you, haechan.”

he smiles back, “i love you too.”

shaking your head. "we’re never going to that restaurant again and from now on i don’t have pens. let me wash your hair?" you're already grabbing his shampoo and squirting some into your hand before he can answer.

he doesn't push you away, reveling in this moment and enjoying the way the pad of your fingers are massaging his scalp. how your sitting on your knees in between his open legs, your breasts are aligned with his vision and it's like he turned into a kid who was given an ipad.

his impulsive thoughts win and it's too late because his large hands are already kneading your chest. "they're so squishy." he blurts out, making you roll your eyes. you won't lie and say that the ministrations of his hands felt so good you felt like the soap suds that melt down your body.

"your hands feel nice." you admitted, reaching behind him to grab the shower head and turn on the water to wash the shampoo out.

his head snaps up to look at you. "really? feels nice?"

simply nodding your head, ignoring his eyes on you. his hand movements slow down, he starts to slowly palm your breasts.

"stop this is supposed to be just us taking bath." you whine, turning off the water.

he giggles, "it is."

"not when you're doing that on purpose." you accuse him, laughing along with him because you're familiar with his tricks and you already know where this is headed.

"what am i doing?" he asks with a playful innocent voice.

"you're driving me crazy here." you huff out.

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[fleetingtemper]

care | blade x reader

fem!reader, stellaronhunter!reader, ooc blade, only a bit suggestive (if u squint) ALSO first drabble in 2 years holy moly

blade stepped through the sliding doors of your room, eyes scanning for your presence. the room was void of your cheerful self but he could tell you were just there. his eyes glanced down at the discarded jacket over your chair followed by the trail of simple (f/c) underwear in front of the door that lead to the bathroom.

he silently walked towards the door, and opened it to reveal your back facing him in a sea of iridescent bubbles and a floral scent hitting his senses.

you turned around, feigning surprise at the man looking upon your naked form. “bladie, you little pervert!”

you did not fail to notice the tips of his ears flush red. he scowled at your teasing voice. wordlessly, his blood stained coat was tossed onto the marble counter, followed by his shirt.

you shifted as you made room for blade as he stepped into the warm tub with you. “are the bubbles necessary?” he grumbled. “shut up and just come here”

he settled between your legs and closed his eyes as you poured warm sudsy water over his head. quickly, his usual musk of metallic blood was replaced by the scent of plum blossoms.

you gently lathered shampoo into his hair while digging the tips of your fingers along his scalp, carefully scrubbing away the dried blood and grime. he breathed out a sigh of relief as your hands skillfully dragged down his neck and rolled your knuckles into his shoulders.

you felt blade sink into the water, deeper into your lap with your legs around his body. “does this feel good?”

“mm.” you took that as a sign of approval and continued kneading his scarred flesh. he did not deserve this treatment, blade thought to himself. he wasn’t sure how to vocally form his gratitude but to you, his lowered guard around you was enough of a thank you.

your shared routines took time to develop but they became moments that made blade’s cursed life just a little less mundane. despite leaving every day to follow destiny’s bloody path in wreaking havoc across the stars, he knew he could come back and find more than enough reward in your arms, in a bath full of plum blossom bubbles.

[indigoflorals]

relax (18+)

JJ Maybank x Reader

Bubble bath with your boyfriend and he can’t keep his hands off of you

Warnings: Unprotected sex, bath sex, vaginal fingering, pet names, begging, slight breeding kink, hair pulling, heavy praise kink

You sunk back into the warm water and relaxed into your boyfriends chest. He was warm against you, his hands coming instantly to your waist.

“Hi beautiful,” He mumbled into your neck and as you leaned back into him, “Long day?”

You moaned at the feeling of his lips on the soft skin of your neck. “You don’t even know.”

He hummed, continuing to pepper kisses to the sensitive expanse of your throat. “Oh I’m sure.”

“Had to deal with my coworkers bitching and moaning all day.” You sighed as his hands came up to grope your breasts, droplets of water falling from them to the surface of the water.

JJ only hummed again, kneading still at the flesh of your tits. Rolling your nipples between his fingers, he leaned in to kiss the area just behind your ear.

“So glad to relax with you tonight J,” You moaned, rocking your hips to feel his hardness pressing into your ass and lower back.

He smiled at you innocently, sliding a hand from your breast down your stomach to stop just above your clit. “Always happy to help my girl.”

You gasped as his fingertips ghosted over the spot you so desperately needed him to touch.

JJ throbbed against you at your whines, grinding into your back. “Tell me what you need baby.”

A finger dragged down your pussy from top to bottom, teasing your hole. It circled your clit once, then went back to resting just above it.

“Please touch me J,” You cried, bucking your hips at the loss of sensation.

“Only since you asked so nicely.”

Your boyfriends skilled fingers went to work on your pussy, and you buried your face into his shoulder.

“So good J,” You mumbled through whines, “Thank you…thank you.”

His free hand came to your face, turning you to look at him. Your eyes met his blue ones, and you felt yourself clench around his fingers. “Look at me pretty girl. I wanna see your face when you cum for me.”

Your body shook at his words, and you sobbed in pleasure. Orgasm washing over you, you sunk back into him.

“That’s it baby, good job.” He removed his fingers from you, sliding his hands to your hips where he groped the fat there.

He lifted you gently, and you felt him lining you up with his painfully hard dick. You cried at the tip pushing inside. “It’s okay baby. You can take it. Take it all for me.”

The water in the tub splashed out as he pulled you down to meet his hips. You were too overwhelmed to notice or care. He was filling you to the brim and you loved it.

You cries were incoherent and loud. Fingers gripping the side of the tub, your knuckles were turning white in your fight to keep yourself from screaming.

“Let it all out baby,” JJ rocked his hips, fucking up into you, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The blonds hand came to your lower back, pushing you slightly so you were bent down. He fisted your hair at the scalp, using it as leverage to pull you back against him.

“Holy fuck, “ He moaned, “I’m gonna cum in you baby. Fill you the fuck up.”

“Please J,” You bawled, “Fill me up, get me pregnant. Please cum in me.”

You felt the warm liquid flush inside you, and your own orgasm was triggered. White flashed your vision, and all your muscles tightened and relaxed.

Strong arms came to wrap around you, pulling you back to lie down. “You did so good baby,” your boyfriend kissed your cheek, “Lemme get you cleaned up before the water gets cold, yeah?”

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[malicedragoness]

NSFW Syzoth X Reader Headcanons

So, I’m very excited to have human Reptile again, and holy shit he did not need to be so hot, but NRS went there, and I am thankful they did. And I know there’s fans that have always been thirsty for Reptile, and I acknowledge you. YOU ARE VALID AND YOU STUCK BY YOUR MANS FOR A LONG TIME! YOU ARE DEDICATED AND DEVOTED!

I wrote these with both female and readers in mind, and for you to visualize whichever form of Syzoth you want. There are parts where I mention his human form. I was also writing SFW headcanons, but they need more work. So those will be coming in the next few days.

And for that one person who asked a long time ago if I write for Reptile. I did today and this is for you!

-Syzoth knows you're interested in his long tongue, and he is more than happy to use it on you, and whichever hole you desire. It gives him a great sense of pride to know he can pleasure you with it unlike anyone else. His tongue is smooth and pink, with ridges along the side. With his enhanced sense of taste, he could be down there for hours, growling and tasting you until you can’t handle it anymore. If you’re thinking of the new MK 1 Syzoth in human form, he can transform just his tongue if you wish.

-Syzoth’s favorite body part of yours is your lips. He’s completely fascinated with them. He loves to touch them and feel how soft and plump they are. When you first gave him a kiss on the cheek, he made a cute rumbling noise in his throat. 

In his human form, he gets nervous to kiss you, he’s afraid he’s going to mess up somehow. But if you go slow and take your time with him, he’ll gain more confidence with each kiss. 

He loves it when you trail kisses from his lips, to his neck, and downwards. Enjoying all these new sensations. And when you take his cock into your mouth, he goes stiff and moans loud! 

-Syzoth instinctually has a breeding kink. There is a certain time during the year where he’ll go into heat. His behavior changes during this time and becomes aggressive to anyone that comes close to his partner. During this period, he’ll try to keep you home as often as he can, and may seem a bit delusional, as he thinks everything is a threat to his mate. He may also leave markings on your neck, shoulders and thighs as a way of claiming you. 

Even if he has a male partner, he still has the animal instinct to want to breed. So he’ll keep cumming inside you until he’s satisfied his instinctual urge.

And you know some reptiles have two dicks right? They will emerge when he is extremely horny, or at the peak of his heat. 

-Favorite Positions: When he’s on top, he likes missionary the most, but he wants to be flush against you. That reptilian part of him naturally wants to have skin-on-skin contact. He won’t hold himself up on his arms, they’re going to be wrapped around you with his hands in your hair, and giving you long, deep kisses. 

Spooning is another favorite of his. His hands will feel all along your body, touching and caressing your sensitive spots. Inhaling your scent and kissing your neck. 

Now when you’re on top, he loves to admire your body. Syzoth likes to be able to see you when you’re riding him or penetrating him (either with your dick or your strap on).

And please give this baby some praise! Especially caressing his face and telling him he’s a good boy. He only lives to make you happy. 

-He is used to serving people his whole life, and is naturally a bottom leaning switch. But if you wish for him to take over, he will be a service top. Only when it’s mating season, or you’ve teased him enough, is when he becomes more assertive/aggressive.

-Syzoth loves to sleep on giant rocks outside to sunbathe, or relax in the water blowing little bubbles. They are also some of his favorite places to fuck you. Other places would be in the privacy of your home or in your bathtub. The first time he saw you take a bubble bath, he couldn’t help but climb in and lay on top of you, blowing little bubbles in the water. 

Imagine you’re out swimming with him. And he just glides up to you in the water, his body moving fluidly, him blowing bubbles the entire way. Little cutie.

-Reptiles have a specially chemicalized organ that can convert their smell into taste. So when you're aroused, not only will Syzoth smell it, but with a flick of his tongue he can taste it in the air. Every single time you get turned on by his mere presence, the smell will drive him wild. 

You can tell when he smells it by how often his tongue flicks out. When he’s in human form, you’ll see his tongue swiping across his bottom lip, and his beautiful green eyes follow your every move.

If you ever want him to lose control and his room is next to yours, then start touching yourself at night. If it’s before you’re in a relationship, he will rut into his bed or his hand, tasting your smell and cumming hard. 

If it’s when you're together, he’ll try not to hold out for as long as he can, because he doesn’t want to storm into your room and embarrass you. But the longer you do it, the more  intoxicating your smell is, and the harder his cock gets. By this point, both cocks are out and leaking precum, and he’s storming into your room ready to take you in every way. 

-Male partners don’t have to be bigger than him, even though it’s pretty easy. His Saurian form is massive, but he’ll still lean down and nudge his head under your chin. He is able to change male genitals to female, but this process takes weeks. 

-Tail play! This is the equivalent to thigh riding for him. Whether he’s using the tip of it against your holes, or he’s grabbing you by the hips and rubbing your sex against the meat of his leathery tail. He loves to have your back against his chest, so he can bury his head against your neck and breathe in your scent. 

[sun-glasses-at-night]

A demon downs a vial of poison in order to save the life of a stricken human. A human who had just seen their partner get shot and killed as a result of how they were forced to live. The demon mocks the idea of offing one's self, and effectively takes the bullet out of the human’s gun. Later, he swears off laudanum, claiming to never want to try it again. But then Crowley is sucked down into hell and taken away. Time passes and Aziraphale is alone.

A demon asks an angel for holy water, and is shot down. The angel sees the danger in this, and cannot be convinced that handing over a loaded gun, a pill, a small vial of laudanum would be safe for the demon. He does not trust what Crowley would do with it, despite his promises. They walk away from each other. The crumpled note floats on a body of water yet it combusts. Time passes. They are both alone.

During the blitz, at the church. We see Crowley eyeing up the holy water as if thinking of stealing it. After the books are saved from burning and they’re driving away—bathed in orange firelight and speeding through the blitzed city—Aziraphale asks if there’s anything he can do for Crowley. Neither of them mention holy water. If they had, that bubble would have burst like the bottles of liquor in the back and that fragile thing they were eking out would have spilled, quite dangerously for the demon, all over the two of them. Instead, hours later, the demon has a gun leveled at the angel’s head and is asked to trust him, to pull the trigger with the knowledge that it won’t hurt him. There is a bullet in this gun but be not afraid i will not let it hurt me. You need to trust in that, trust in me, trust in us. The trigger is pulled. Time passes.

An angel sits in the passenger seat of a demon’s car, much in the same way as he did decades prior. The car is not moving but there is an orange glow about the street they’re parked on, illuminated signs advertising love or an approximation of. He hands the demon a thermos—a silly object, one that is as sturdy as it is branded with Aziraphale’s colors, personalized, a reminder of who it came from. This one, at least, can’t shatter. He loads the tartan bullet into the gun and hands it over to Crowley, apologizing in his obfuscated way for taking so long to trust him with it. Apologizing for not keeping up. Blaming Crowley for going too fast. The car is not moving as he exits the Bentley. Crowley has no way to test if it's real holy water, other than trust. Time continues to pass.

An angel and a demon save each other’s lives by taking a bullet for each other—one spilled out and splashing in a bathtub, the other standing still in a pillar of orange flame. This time, neither of them shot the gun. They committed to robbing the grave knowing it would be rigged to shoot. Time passes but they run alongside it, doing their best to carve out some peace together after everything. Time passes but they pass it together.

Time stands still. An angel and a demon are facing off in a bookshop, flanked by a looming unticking clock and the lack of birdsong. They are both looking down the barrels of their trust in each other. The demon fires first, but lands somewhere off to the side of the angel’s head. That had been the plan once, but not anymore.

The angel shoots. As it turns out, the angel’s aim had always been better.

[esoteric-chaos]

What is Banishing? The How-Tos and Methods

Banishing is a direct form of expelling energy or spirit from your space. Used to get rid of a specific energy, spirit, or person. Can even be used to banish a bad habit if you really wanted to. It is a strong form of defensive magic versus cleansing which is more of a brush out the door. Banishing is you picking whatever up by the scruff like a wet cat and throwing it out the window.

You can incorporate cleansing and banishing methods together. Make it spicy, get the job done in one go.

Here are some banishing methods that are within my grimoire.

Spiritual

Smoke - Burning Dragons Blood, Frankincense, Hyssop, Rue, Cedar, Juniper, Blackberry Leaves and Pine are great herbs to burn for banishing and purification. You can also make a herbal spray as well.

Candles - Banish from your space using corresponding banishing candle colours like Black.

Herbs - Can be made into satchels, jars, sprays, spellwork and other items for banishing.

Sigils - Create a banishing sigil for your space, self or working.

Powders - Powders like GTFO powder are great examples for banishing's

Witches bells - Witches bells hang on your doorknob or on your door (inside the home) for protection and banishing. When someone comes into the home it rings, banishing negative energy.

Spells - Return to sender, uncrossings and freezer spells are good examples of banishings. Write the target's name on a black candle with intention, dress with corresponding oils, and write a petition to place under the candle to effectively banish them from your space/life.

Energy - Visualize a powerful bubble of protective light of any colour. Visualize it pushing out of your chest and visualize it burning up the energy and pushing it out of your space. Can be energy-taxing so please drink some water and eat a snack.

Black salt - Salt (I use sea) mixed with charcoal, eggshell powder and protective & purifying herbs. Used in warding, banishing and protection. Please be careful around pets with salt as they can get sick if eaten.

Physical

Baths/showers - Submerging yourself in water with banishing herbs and oils. You can also shower with banishing herbal soaps and hang a mesh satchel with purifying herbs over your shower head.

Physical - Literally taking pots and pans, screaming to get out of your house. Both annoying to the neighbors and effective for spirits.

Vocal - Prayer to deity/ancestors/guides/etc for assistance. Prayer from a holy book. Incantations are normally followed by another action like ringing bells.

Feel free to place your banishing methods below!

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[randoimago]

You've been exhausted lately and they've noticed and have been preparing something special. You get home and they have you follow them to the bath. The tub is filled with bubble bath, your favorite scents are in the air and it's already so relaxing. They help you strip and they do the same.

Your back is to their chest with their legs spread out around yours as they hold you close and just cuddle in the hot water. It's soft, sweet, and a moment they hope you cherish.

Genshin Impact :: Thoma, Diluc, Ganyu, Kujou Sara || My Hero Academia :: Twice (mask stays on), Ryukyu, Gang Orca, Rock Lock, Mandalay, Fat Gum, Gentle Criminal || Haikyuu (time skip) :: Suga, Asahi, Yamaguchi, Akaashi, Kita, Atsumu, Kiyoko, Yachi || JoJo's :: Jonathan, Caesar, Bruno, Abbacchio, Holy, Susie Q.

Bonuses:

Yachi + Twice - makes sure there's a rubber duck

Susie Q. + Holy + Suga - 100% splashes you playfully

Atsumu + Abbacchio - said he prepped the bath for himself but you came home too early so he's sharing so you don't complain (liar)

Caesar + Akaashi - gives you lots of neck and shoulder kisses

Asahi + Gang Orca + Fat Gum + Jonathan - Too big for the tub, pouts as water gets on the floor (promises to clean it up)

[theotherbuckley]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday/WIP Wednesday

As it is Wednesday here I've decided to combine the days and just do one post.

Tagged for TTT by: @loserdiaz @loveyouanyway @wikiangela @underwater-ninja-13 @actualalligator @daffi-990 @honestlydarkprincess @hippolotamus @dangerpronebuddie thanks for the tags everyone, tagging you all back for Wednesday 💜💜

Here's some more from chronic pain!Buck fic - I thought I'd finish it today but I have a test tomorrow and like 5 assignments to do so I'm gonna be a good girl and actually study. In the meantime, here's a snippet:

“I’ve got you,” Eddie murmurs softly. Buck feels so soft, so protected.

His emotions towards the man are fighting to be set free with every act of kindness he displays. Buck is in awe of him. In awe of just how incredibly perfect he is. How he always knows exactly what it is Buck needs, how he has this sixth sense to know when Buck’s struggling and is always there to help him. How he stays even when Buck is being too much. 

Also, Buck loves how fucking strong this man is that he can lift Buck up and deposit him in the bathtub in one swift motion because holy shit. Buck has to fight his body to stay calm. Now is most certainly not the time for any funny business. Buck yelps as Eddie lowers him into the water, expecting to be met with something too hot or too cold but no, of course Eddie has some magical power of making sure the water is just right. 

He must’ve made some noise to voice his thoughts because then Eddie is saying, “Chris always complains when the temperature’s not perfect, so I hope it’s to your liking.”

Buck sinks into the warm water, letting the water soothe his aches. He plays with the foamy bubbles that have gathered on the surface, feeling like a kid getting a bubble bath. He smiles dopily at Eddie as the pain slowly subsides to a more bearable level. “Thank you,” Buck murmurs, closing his eyes and leaning back in the tub.

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[aikoiya]

DPxDC - Bell Above the Box

Dude, they used to put bells above graves in case someone was accidentally buried alive so that the interred could just ring the bell & be saved. Basically, if this happened to you, then you were supposed to feel around for a string inside the coffin, then pull. Or they'd tie the string to a toe so that if the buried begins to move, it just sets off automatically. Now, I get that this custom was originally for lead poisoning, but it feels pertinent here as well.

Now, imagine if Bruce, be it out of some vain hope, had had one installed, just in case, with a sensor that would alert the batcomputer, Alfred, & Batman if it were ever pulled. Never actually expecting for it to happen. Only for, in the wake of Superboy gutpunching reality, it does.

Because of this, Bruce is there as quickly as possible, before the League gets a chance to take Jason from him.

Jason is only half there & Bruce has him at home. But the confused boy tends to wander off.

It's because of this that Jason eventually wanders to a nearby swamp & finds what's called a "blue hole," though it looked more like a green hole to him.

The glowing green water that bubbled from the stone outcrop & filtered into the swamp felt somehow familiar. The closer he drew to it, the clearer his thoughts became until he fell in.

He's submerged for a moment, not really realizing what was happening, until it was as if someone had suddenly flipped a switch inside his head. His mind was clear & there was this strange, almost comforting energy in the center of his chest.

That's when Bruce reaches in & pulls him out.

Jason becomes a very low-grade halfa with only a few powers that he now has to practice at.

Things like advanced healing, increased strength, speed, & flexibility, intangibility every once in a while (like, he can't use it willynilly), the ability to actually grab & hit ghosts, night vision, able to walk silently, even the power to see the regular, non-GZ DC ghosts like Deadman & the Gentlemen Ghost. Not able to turn invisible, but he is able to affect people's perception of him similarly to ghosts. So, he can manipulate not only a person's sense of object permanence when in regards to himself, but he can also make himself unnoticeable. Like, he can basically do what the Chameleon Circuit does. Like this:

Spectral Acknowledgment

However, because he's not a very good ratio of halfa, his anti-gravity center isn't fully developed, so he can really only slow his falling. Just stuff that gives him an edge & a few benefits, while not taking away from his fighting style.

He also gets slitted pupils, pointed ears, tapetum lucidum, & fangs, as well as a core element once it's fully developed. I'm thinking an electric primary & either a fire or shadow secondary, but he can only really cover his body with the elements to give him an edge in combat.

The Pit Rage was much more manageable because the Lazurus Water he bathed in had actually been cleaned in the last century unlike the one in Nanda Parbat. At the same time, it isn't just that Ra's doesn't clean his bath water, it's also that Nanda Parbat's pit has been intentionally corrupted by dark magic & especially necromantic energy. Luckily, this one had recently (like, within the last 50 years) been purified via the same prayer used to make Holy Water (which is the proper means of neutralizing black magic from water). This helped to stave off Gotham's many curses from corrupting the water fully.

In the end, instead of becoming Red Hood, because he has no reason to, he becomes the Cardinal.

Not much difference in the costume to be fair. Instead, he wears the red vest (but it reaches his ankles like a trench) with an actual hood & a black mouth guard.

But, he does tend to use the All-Blades more often. Don't know how he gets them here, but he does because they're awesome!

One change to them, though. They don't only appear in the presence of pure evil & also work on paranormal beings. They are, however, only deadly to those who are evil. They can hurt those who aren't, but can't kill them.

However, despite Bruce having actually been there for him, the fact that the Joker was still walking around & killing people... stung...

The thing is that Bruce had been there for him. Had actually found him. Had kept him safe once he came back. And hadn't replaced him. So, Jason couldn't hate him entirely. But in a lot of ways, that's actually worse because it hurts even worse.

And because of this, he can't bring himself to trust Bruce.

And whenever Jason sees the Joker, it's like he's right back there in that chair being sold out by his own mother. Screaming for Bruce to save him.

You see, a ghost's killer is an extreme source of stress & anxiety for them. If they are still alive & able to continue on with what they do, it is a consistent source of trauma that can send the ghost spiraling if you're not careful. It is an IMMEDIATE & INTENSE trigger. Like, we are talking some serious PTSD! The sort that triggers the fight or flight instinct. So, even though it appears similar to Pit Rage, the source isn't rage, it's fear.

The only upside is that Dick is actually treating him like a brother now.

Then, one night, Jason hears Dick & Bruce arguing & learns that Dick had actually killed the Joker & that Batman revived him.

It shattered him.

He couldn't stay with Bruce anymore & went to live with Dick in Bloodhaven.

Edit: I also just learned that, apparently, due to being part of the All-Caste, Jason also has some basic precognative abilities, though he can't use them very long before they start causing migrains. As well as the apparent ability to just shut off people's powers.

I'm thinking about making Jason the resident magic-user/supernatural hunter in the batclan. Just as a treat!

I mean, does his love of literature also extend to research on ancient mythology & legends, even those of other cultures? Because if so, he could end up being a natural.

For those who don't know, I'm talking about the Supernatural-type hunters.

DP Character HC Masterlist

[whoahoney]

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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Thank you all so much 🤍😭

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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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[honeybadgerwritings]

Megggg you wanna know something that’s been on my mind? Aftercare with Steddie. I just know they’d take such good care of reader after multiple rounds….

You must have a lot of faith in the reader to last multiple rounds with both Steve AND Eddie?

Holy shit, they’d better give amazing aftercare <3

This includes afab!Reader & Fem!Reader

⚠️ 18+ Content Ahead — Minors DNI ⚠️

The coil in you snaps, back arching as you cum for the fifth and final time of the night. Pathetic cries and whimpers leave your lips, tears streaming down your face as pleasure rolls through your body.

“There we go, good fucking girl.” Steve cradles you in his arms, holding you through the aftershocks as he watches Eddie pull out, who’s currently mesmerized by the way both his and Steve’s cum leaks from your ruined cunt. Your entire body trembles in his arms, and your legs shake as Eddie lowers them from his shoulders.

“Thaaat’s it sweetheart,” The metalhead murmurs, gently rubbing your calf to soothe you, “Ride it out for us.”

You’re on cloud nine, thoughts jumbled and hardly noticing how they maneuver your body while you lay there limp. Everything around you feels soft, the covers beneath you, Steve’s arms around you, Eddie’s hand on your leg. It’s all soft.

The two boys share a knowing look as you lay beneath them, completely blissed out.

“Such a pretty little thing isn’t she?” Eddie teases, and Steve hums in agreement, gently rubbing your hip.

“And soooo good for us,” The jock leans down, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Aren’t you baby?” You hum in response, hardly registering the words coming out of their mouths. You can’t help but whine when you hear them chuckle, wanting them closer to you, “Eds…Stevie…”

“Shhh pretty girl, we gotcha…” Steve murmurs, maneuvering himself to completely lie down with you, still cradling you in his arms.

“We’re right here sweets.” Eddie adds, leaning down to place a kiss to your lower tummy before getting up off the bed. He looks over to Steve, “You got her?” Steve nods, opening his mouth to respond, but he’s cut off by you.

“No Eddie…” you whimper, “don’t leave.”

A deep chuckle rises from his chest, and he bends down to cradle your face in his hands, thumbs gently wiping a mix of sweat and tears from your puffy cheeks, “Silly thing, thinking I would ever leave you and Stevie,” He coos, looking down at you with nothing but love in his eyes, “M’ not going anywhere pretty baby. Just gonna run us all a bath okay?” You sniffle, nodding slowly as his words slowly register in your brain.

He gently tugs on your lower lip before standing back up, “Good girl.”

You and Steve lay there for a few minutes while he holds you and plays with your hair, and it’s not long before Eddie’s calling for the two of you. He picks you up in his arms and carries you towards the bathroom, cradling you against his chest, and you find your head buried in the junction where his neck and shoulder meet.

“Jesus Christ Stevie, I’ll never get over the size of this stupid bathtub.” Eddie grumbles, and you can feel Steve’s chest shake as he chuckles.

“Yeah well you’re more than welcome to come over and use it anytime you’d like.” He winks at Eddie, (who blushes a bright red) and moves to gently set you down on the counter. You whine as the cold marble meets your bare skin, and you cling harder to Steve, not wanting him to let go of you, “No no no…”

“Okay, it’s okay I gotcha,” he tugs you back towards him quickly, “I gotcha pretty girl. Let’s get you in then hm?” You nod, and Steve steps over the wall of the tub, sinking both of you down into the warm water. It smells like lavender, and you look around at all the bubbles that surround you, giggling.

Eddie sinks down into the water behind you, sneakily reaching forward to grab you by the hips. Steve’s grip on you loosens when he sees what he’s about to do, and watches as Eddie quickly snatches you, pulling you into his own lap.

You squeal and wiggle in his grasp, giggling as he attacks your face and neck with kisses. The movement splashes some water over the side of the tub, but neither of the two men can bring themselves to care. Eddie finally gives you some reprieve, resting his chin on top of your head, and his arms around your waist.

You release a sigh, resting against him with your eyes closed for a few moments.

“Don’t fall asleep on us just yet sweetheart, gotta get you cleaned up first.” You feel Eddie’s chest rumble against your back as the words leave his lips, and you peel your eyes back open. Steve’s sitting closer to you than he was a moment ago, a bottle of his lilac scented shampoo in hand.

You can’t help but smile, remembering the first time you found out about all of his hair products. You’d teased him so relentlessly about how he had triple the amount of things that you did. The only way he could get you to stop was by pinning you to the bed and tickling you until you begged for forgiveness.

And even though you and Eddie still joke about it sometimes, neither of you can deny that Steve’s hair is the epitome of perfection.

You lean forward, allowing him to scrub the soap through your hair, his fingers gently massaging your scalp. At some point, your eyes fall shut at the feeling of Eddie running a loofah up and down your skin, and you relax, letting your boys take care of you.

It’s Eddie who lifts you out of the water fifteen minutes later, quickly wrapping a towel around you when your teeth chatter. He helps you dry off, changing you into one of his oversized band tees, and Steve’s athletic shorts. You sigh in content, feeling cozy in your boyfriend’s clothes, and breathing in their scents.

“Do you want me to carry you? Eddie asks you gently as you sit on the counter in front of him. You nod slowly, eyes feeling especially droopy, and he grins, hands reaching underneath your armpits, “C’mere trouble.”

You pout at him as he lifts you up, “M’ not trouble. You’re trouble.” He chuckles at you placing a kiss to your cheek, “I must be a bad influence on you then.”

You wrap your legs around him so you’re sitting comfortably on his hip, and he carries you back to bedroom. You spot Steve, who is just finishing up changing the sheets, and he smiles warmly at you.

You’re laid down in the center of the bed, and it’s not long before they both join you, Steve cradling your body from behind, while you bury your face in Eddie’s chest.

“M’ gonna be so sore tomorrow.” You murmur, verbalizing your first coherent sentence in the last hour. The two boys chuckle, gently stroking different parts of your body to soothe you.

“Good thing we’ll be here to take care of you then hm?” Steve hums into the skin of your back, leaving kisses up your spine, “Gonna be treated like straight up royalty honey…isn’t that right Ed’s?”

Eddie, whose gently playing with your damp hair, hums in agreement, “We gotcha sweetheart. We always gotcha.”

[wilbursprincess]

Washing wilburs hair for him when his sick or tired would be kinda adorable like i feel like he would be smiling and saying things such as "that feels good love", and then say you missed a spot so you would play/wash his hair more still🙁🫶

“That Feels Good, Love”

Wilbur Soot x Female Reader

Warnings: Wilbur and reader are in the bath together but it’s innocent <3

Hi anon! I’m a sucker for this kind of fluff, but this one was funny to try and come up with a scenario since Will is TALL! I’m quite tall for being AFAB but I’d still barely come up to his chest lmao. I ran into someone on the train home from my Lovejoy gig I saw who’s only takeaway was HOLY SHIT HE’S SO TALL. However, I digress. Enjoy :)

Fic below cut!

“Darling?” Wilbur’s voice coming from the bathroom surprises me from where I’m folding laundry on our bed.

I poke my head in the door to see him looking sorry for himself, lying in a very inviting looking bubble bath. “I’ve never seen you take a bath before,” I comment teasingly, and he smiles. “Did you want company in there?”

He nods. “I was too tired after yesterday’s gig to shower, so I decided to have a bath instead. But I’m too tired to even wash my hair, so-“

I’m grabbing his shampoo off the shelf before he even finishes speaking, starting to slip out of my clothes. “That’s what I’m here for, Will. Just relax, ok? You’ve been working so hard lately.”

Wilbur leans forward momentarily so I can sit behind him, leaning back into my chest with a contented sigh. His head drops back onto my shoulder with a goofy smile, and I can’t help but peck his adorable face with kisses.

“I can’t wash your hair like this,” I gently remind him, laughing as he begrudgingly sits up. “There you go, Will. Now relax, and let me take care of you.”

I squirt a generous amount of my shampoo into my hands, lathering it between my hands before working it into his chestnut curls. Wilbur sighs happily, a contented smile on his face. My nails drag over his scalp, scratching at the base of his neck and around his ears.

“That feels good, love” he murmurs. “Thank you.”

I lean forward to peck his cheek. “Don’t mention it. I love you, and I want to look after you.”

Wilbur’s soft curls smell sweetly of vanilla and honey from the shampoo, my hands and arms covered in suds. “I think you missed a spot,” he jokes, and I laugh, working the shampoo back towards the nape of his neck more.

After awhile, I rinse out the shampoo and reach for the conditioner, massaging it into his scalp with my nails and running my fingers over his neck and shoulders.

“You’re so good with your fingers,” Wilbur sighs, wincing a little as I work a knot out of his neck.

I smile. “Props for the ‘that’s what she said’.”

We loose track of time as I play with his hair, my fingers tangled in his brunette strands until the water goes cold. He drains the bath as I hop out to grab towels, and he wraps one around me while planting kisses all over my face.

[ria-coolgirl]

Nightmare fuel 

CW:contains canon deaths, blood and feelings of guilt.

summary:David has a nightmare about the guilt he feels about not being able to save himself or Dwayne,Paul and Marko from their deaths and blaming himself for it!

The cave was silent as the wind blew through it, the calm stillness of the night was felt as the night continued on. Everything seemed so calm and peaceful in the cave, but in the mind of the leader of the lost boys that wasn’t the case.

David was groaning when the dream started to take shape in his mind again wanting it to stop, but it never did.

The dream is always the same as before, but this time this was different. The dream starts with him being on the floor of the Emerson’s house the house was empty and there were no doors, he gets up and looks around the house,when he heard it; loud screeching yells that could make his ears bleed as the sound grew more intense than before when suddenly he felt a hand in his jacket collar it was Dwayne who’s body was broken and his hair static with electrical shock and his eyes still red and fill of anger.

Dwayne:”you” he murmured

David:”Dwayne?”

Dwayne:”You…why didn’t you helped me?”

David:”i-I didn’t think you-“

Dwayne:”Ohhh you didn’t think?!?” You’re our leader YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO HELP YOUR FAMILY YOU BASTARD!!!”

David stood there in silence, Dwayne was right he could’ve done something, anything he could’ve helped him, but he didn’t.

David”Dwayne, you’re right and I’m so sorry for not helping you.”

Dwayne:”NO YOUR NOT!!!” He yelled “YOUR NOT SORRY, David and you never will be!”

His words cut through David’s mind like a blade, he never asked for this to happen, he was just doing what max told him to do, but it was far too late to start over again.

David took a step back from Dwayne, before he could balled up his fist and start to attack him; chains started to grab Dwayne and dragged him down into the ground swallowing him onto the floor of the room.

David was mortified as he watched Dwayne disappear from him, but he knew that he had to find Paul next. David walked up towards the stairs to the bathroom and looked around the room for Paul when suddenly he heard a bubbling sound coming from the bathtub…a hand reached out from the bath and a body came out from the bathtub and on to the floor.

Paul’s face was almost unrecognizable, it looked kind of malty and bloody, but his eyes were still red from the fight, he’s hair was wet and so was his clothes from the holy water and garlic. Before he could say anything he immediately starting choke up the holy water that was in his throat and started to crawl on all fours toward David.

Paul:*laughing softly* “You know, they should’ve killed me first.” “I guess i should’ve kept my guard up on that one.” *still laughing softly*

David looked at him with horror and sadness as he slowly takes his jacket off to cover Paul with it.

Paul yelled at the top of his lungs, shoving the jacket away, “I SHOULD’VE DIED FIRST MAN!” “NOT MARKO!” “THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!”

David:”No this is not your fault!” “We were asleep when that happened, so there was nothing you could do.” He said calmly

Just like with Dwayne chains take a hold on Paul and dragged him back to the bathtub. “Please tell me that Marko will be alright, okay David?” Paul cried

David nodded in agreement with a single tear in his eye as he watched Paul get dragged back into the bathtub. He stood up and looked down at the bathtub which was empty now. He took a step back and walked away from the bathroom and down towards the stairs, when suddenly he heard loud crackling sound it traveled across the house when the house itself began to collapse.

David ran as fast as he could to get outside and when he did the house was completely destroyed. He looked around to find his motorcycle, but it was gone he tried to fly, but he couldn’t fly either, so he decided to keep running until he got to the cave. Everything around was rapidly disappearing the boardwalk, the amusement park just about everything was disappearing into nothingness.

When he got to the cave everything looked normal, but he knew that the cave will disappear soon, so he had to be quick and find Marko before it’s too late. When David reached the end of the cave he saw Marko lying on the ground where he fall when he was staked.

David:”Marko?” “Marko!!” *grabbing him by his shoulder and pulling him close into a hug*

Marko:”D-David?” “Is that you?” He muttered

David:”Yeah it’s me” “I’m here” he said with tears in his eyes as he continued to hold him in his arms.

Marko:*moaned in pain* “those brats stabbed me!” “While I was asleep too, I wanna kill them now maybe have them for breakfast.” He said chuckling to himself

David:*smiling at the thought* “haha only if you share, Marko.”

Marko:”I will” “You know I will always share.”

David:”I know”

Marko:”Hey, David are Paul and Dwayne awake?” “I must have woke them up from my screaming and if they are awake can we go to boardwalk?”

David’s heart sank when he heard that he knew that the boardwalk was now gone and soon will the cave, but he knew that he needed to strong for Marko.

David:Yeah…yeah,Marko we can go to the boardwalk.” “We can do whatever you want.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Hey,David I’m still a little tired, can I take a nap on your shoulder?”

“Sure you can, Marko” he said with a sad grin on his face

“Hey-hey, Marko let’s keep talking more ok?” You don’t have to talk just listen okay?” “I never said this out loud before, but I just wanted you know that you, me, Dwayne and Paul are like a family right?” “Max’s plan on trying to make us perfect is bullshit” “Because in our way we are already a family!” “We have fun, we care for each other, we love each other just like any other family would right?” *laughing while sobbing as he hugs Marko tightly in his arms, caressing his hair*

“I sound absolutely crazy don’t I?” “Us as family?” “Max wouldn’t like that, now would he?” *laughing softly to himself* “But I don’t care if he doesn’t like it, because he will never understand what a family is!” “We’re go to the boardwalk together and have fun like always and be a family, wouldn’t that be nice Marko?”

David heard the last breath from Marko as he taps him on the shoulders. “Marko Marko…MARKO!?!”

The cave had completely disappeared and Marko sunk down to the ground with chains around him leaving David alone in the dark void. David sobbed while hugging his knees in fetal position knowing that he is now alone.

“BOYS” “I WANT YOU BACK” PLEASE COME BACK” “please I don’t wanna be alone” he whispered

“David”

“David”

“DAVID”

He opened his eyes to see Dwayne, Paul and Marko on the rails of their sleeping counter of the hotel. “David are you okay man?” Said Paul “We heard you crying in your sleep is everything okay?” Said Marko “And we heard you say you don’t wanna be alone?” “What’s that about did you have a nightmare?” Said Dwayne

As much as embarrassing as this is he had to tell them. He took a deep breath and looked at them “I had a nightmare about you guys.”

“What;about us?”

“What did we do in your dream?”

“You guys blamed me for not helping you back there.”

“What!?!” They said in unison

“We would never blame you for that!” Said Marko

“We care about you too much to be doing that.” Said Dwayne

“Yeah, if there is anyone we can blame for that is max!” Said Paul

A long pause of silence

“Pfft”

“Hahaha”

All of them were hysterically laughing which lighted up the mood.

“Haha, you are so right man!”

David:*still laughing* “Where would I be without you guys?”

Paul:”You would absolutely be miserable!”

“Touché Paul touché” said David

Marko moved closer to David and leaned his head against his chest and Dwayne and Paul followed suit and hold each other tightly.

“What are you guys doing?”

“I heard somewhere that if you cuddle with the people you love you don’t get any more nightmares.” Said Marko

David:*rolling his eyes with a smirk* “You made that up.”

So, so what if I did I am not going to let you have a nightmare on my watch!”

“We don’t let family have nightmares in here, David.”

“I’m family to you guys?”

“Yes, so shut up and let us cuddle you, you big baby!”

David felt reassured that everything will okay and he can go back to sleep. Slowly closing his eyes with a smile on his face as he continues to dream with his boys.

“No more nightmares” Marko whispered 

“No more nightmares” whispered David

THE END



[demonichikikomori]

Pink Bath Water

Paimon x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.6k+ Tags: Taking a Shower Together/I Love Paimon So Much/Suggestive

I don't care that you like (insert demon) more. I love Paimon. Paimon is the best. My Paimon is the strongest and most perfect. You will adore Paimon. Hail King Paimon. I wrote Paimon so many times it doesn't even look like a real word anymore. Happy 13 Lovely Hauntings.

SUMMARY:

After a battle, you and Paimon ended up soaked in angel blood. He said the two of you should take a shower. Together of course.

When you had first arrived in hell, you assumed angels would die in a much more elegant way. An explosion of gold color confetti. Maybe even a white cloud of smoke. But here you were walking stiffly behind Paimon, both of you drenched in blood. 

The substance was drying against your skin, making it disgustingly sticky. The demon asked if you would like to wash off together, since he felt bad getting you covered in holy remains. You usually would turn down the request but the scent of gore was giving you a headache. “I know there’s a hotel nearby. I usually crash there when I stay out too late!” He chirped happily with a slight sway to his hips, and turned so he could walk backwards facing you. The rainbow pattern in his eye appeared to swirl and sparkle like a precious stone as he looked you up and down. “A blood soaked descendant of Solomon… It’s really exciting too.” He giggled gently with a wide smile splitting across his face. “Is it? It feels a little sticky.” You laughed nervously with a small shake of your head. 

You didn’t know much about Paimon other than his love for cute things, bubblegum, and a rumor that he has an interest in blood. “Suuuuuuper exciting! Like I could eat you up right now!” He beamed with another soft giggle. The red coating his face made the sight much more intimidating than intended. As though his declaration to devour you was nothing to be taken lightly. “But I won’t! Because I love you oh-so-much!” The demon cooed with another spin, taking you through an evacuated district of… Love hotels. 

You didn’t mention your surroundings to the blood-soaked blond as the two of you entered one of the desolate buildings. Thankfully this one went untouched by the angels' earlier attacks. There were heart streamers hanging from the ceiling and neon lights wrapped around the trimming of the walls, and behind the counter was an assortment of keys adorned with heart shaped charms. “We’ll just borrow a room. I’ll leave some money for the owner when we’re all done!” He promised as he rushed behind the counter to collect one of the keys. Although you were just here for a shower, it felt much more intimate knowing you were in a place like this. But the demon said he only slept here, and demons can’t lie. 

Maybe you were just overthinking it. 

“The soap here smells super-duper amazing. Like bubble gum, and strawberries, and like, so many other really good smelling things.” He led you to an elevator and pressed the floor the two of you would be borrowing. “I know His Majesty must miss you already, so I won’t take too long! I’m surprised he’s allowing it!” The demon cheered with his hands laced together behind him, swaying happily as the elevator began to rise. To be honest, you aren’t even sure if Satan was aware of what Paimon was asking. He waved a blood covered hand at the two of you to shoo you away as he fought to get pieces of angel halo out of his eyes. Courtesy of Paimon who left the battlefield far worse than when you all arrived. 

You looked down at your stained hands with a small pout as the music played softly around you. “Well, he’s not exactly my boyfriend.” You used a stern tone as the pout began melting into a frown. Just because you agreed to help out in hell does not make that man your boss! “Don’t think about it too much. I’m doing this because I want to.” You assured the blond, who was now smiling even wider. “You’re such a cutie…” He whispered and reached out towards you with a blood stained hand. “Can we? I wanna be closer.” You agreed silently and allowed your hand to be taken into Paimon’s. 

Your fingers were now laced together. Tightly. Intimately. He rubbed his thumb against your skin as he pulled you out of the elevator and down the hall. Of course, just for the purpose of showering. 

The room was dim, the bed was a large heart shaped mattress and there were shades of pink and red everywhere. It was like Valentine’s Day had barfed all over the room. You were snapped out of your thoughts from the sound of the demons displeasure. “Uwehh… I have chunks in my hair.” He scoffed and pulled the blood soaked scrunchie from his ponytail using his other hand. With a light click of his tongue, he pulled a small piece of meat from his gold colored locks and a scowl. “Even covered in blood, I think you’re still cute.” You offered a kind comment in hopes of cheering him up. And it did. He smiled as he proudly undressed, revealing the faint scars along his toned body as he ushered you out of your own clothes. 

He didn’t seem to care that the two of you were naked in an intimate setting, getting ready to shower together. You began wondering if there was even a point to salvaging your now ruined clothes as you folded up your top to place on the edge of the bed. Maybe Paimon could magically restore them? It’s not like you had anything to change into. If you had to, maybe the love hotel would have a costume you could borrow for the time being? Again, there was no time for thinking as the demon grabbed your hands gingerly and dragged you towards the bathroom. 

Everything was a blur as he turned on the faucet and searched through a small cabinet for soaps. You stood there with your arms wrapped around yourself. You that hiding was pointless, but Paimon was still a man. A cute one. “Let me know if the water is too warm! I don’t want you to get burned.” He sang sweetly with a collection of colorful bottles and tubes in his arms as you stuck your hand under the rushing shower head. 

The water was hot, but not scalding. It bounced off of your bloodstained skin and into the ceramic tub below where a pool of pinkish water began to form. “Too hot?” The demon asked and you quickly straightened up. Paimon was staring at you with a light tilt of his head. “It’s fine! Sorry.” You chuckled with a sheepish smile before lowering your gaze. You didn’t have to feel nervous. It’s just Paimon. Satan was someone you would have to be afraid of getting into a shower with. Paimon just… Wanted to get in with you. Together. At the same time. You stepped into the water, flinching at the sudden warmth as the demon giggled and got in behind you. The curtain was closed and the two of you began to rinse off. “Is it okay if I wash your hair? I promise I’ll be suuuuuuper gentle.” The blond assured you that the fate of your scalp would be safe in his hands. “I don’t mind. Do you want me to wash yours?” You asked as you watched the pink water start to grow redder and redder as the blood washed off of your bodies. 

“You will?! Ahhhhh you’re so sweet! Let’s clean you up first okaaaay?” He sang from behind you with the sound of a plastic cap being opened. A thick substance was drizzled into your hair, and then the feeling of careful and skilled fingers. Paimon’s glittery pink nails massaged the strawberry scented shampoo into your scalp with tender motions. His slender fingers were so gentle, so comforting… You allowed your eyes to fall shut as you relaxed against the demon. You hadn’t noticed his wet body against yours as he continued to massage the soap into your scalp. You could feel the water and suds trickling down your skin as Paimon hummed behind you. “You’re letting your guard down. Does that mean we can shower together more often?” The blond had hope lacing his tone as you bashfully turned your head away. You could feel the heat flushing the tips of your ears as you pictured showing with Paimon a second time. Seeing him strip proudly before you, showing off his toned body, despite his feminine appearance. “Is that a yes?” He asked softly as you perked up and looked back at him with shock. You weren’t exactly saying no. 

“Well…” You trailed off as Paimon began to pout. “I’ll consider it.” You answered sheepishly as his eye began to sparkle, There was a cheeky hum from behind as the demon slipped his arms around you and groped your chest. “Yaaay! You’re such a cutie!~!” He cooed sweetly with your nipples now pinched between his thin fingers. “We can get closer and closer in the shower. It’s not like His Majesty is here… Or anyone else.” He purred with his body now pressed flush against yours. His wet, golden hair clinging to your skin as your heart began to pound beneath his palm. “I’ll bite you aaaall over, and kiss you too!~! And then, I wanna taste your blood. I bet it’s as sweet as you are.” Paimon whispered, his voice was soft, nearly hidden under the sound of the shower water rushing from the faucet and the thrum of your heart. “Hey,” He called out to you, his tongue rubbing against the pulse point on your throat. You had to nervously angle your head away with the fear of his horns poking a hole through the underside of your jaw. Before you could respond to Paimon, his hands began to wander over your wet body. “promise we’ll do this again?”

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