#and yes i am not drawing a guitar again

[attyattlaw]

last friday's outfit on fem!law

[pascals-doll]

candy

ellie williams x reader

🫧 happy valentines day to all my beautiful followers | enjoy this vday special 🩷 am i uploading this ar midnight because a bitch had classes and work yes but its valentines (was technically) IM GGONNA WRITE AN ELLIE FIC 🧘‍♀️

🫧 inspired by the song candy by doja cat | bed of roses PT2

🫧 description: fluffy, cute surprises, reader knows how to know paint a bit, just fluff, cute fluff,ellie sings to you (i took the scene from the game because i cherish it sm) smut, SLUT SMUT💋, power dynamic, dom!ellie, sub!reader, you and ellie live together, reader is PUSSYHUNGRY (mmm im so- i would do anything for that tsunami), reader eats out ellie on stairs (you’re welcome), fingering, praises, no use of y/n, use of petnames like doll, mama, and good girl, very little degradation, hair pulling, clit sucking, face grinding, cum eating, just ellie getting eaten so good! enjoy

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

but you know that it ain't real cherry

know that it ain't real cherry

🫧

it was valetines day today which meant ellie got to spoil you rotten; it is very well- deserved.

you would always be very thoughtful with your gifts.

this valentines day, you sneakily woke up around 1 AM and worked until dawn on customizing a wooden workstation that you got her for her artwork.

you knew you had work in the morning but you would do anything for the woman who’s protected you, provided for you, and pleased you.

you painted the workstation very carefully a dark earth-green. you let each coat of paint dry before beginning to carefully paint details on it.

you were going to paint symbols for each of her favorite memories onto it. you took references from her own beautiful drawings.

one of the details you painted were the beginning of Joel’s; now her guitar, painting even the moth.

one of the guitar strings then ran around the whole work-station, dragging the brush till the end.

you began to draw small moths and different flowers with herbs carefully placing them along the string line.

lastly, finishing it up by drawing a silhouette of the both of your bodies intertwined, then painting an outline of ellie’s knife and joel’s gun side by side on the side of her workbench.

once you were done, you carved both of your initials into the side of the workbench.

you transfered all of her essentials from the small broken down drawers; that could barely hold up to her made with so much love customized workstation.

you made your way back into your shared warm bed, careful not to wake up ellie.

sunrise made its way into the sky, ellie waking up now as you now slept.

ellie noticed you got up in the middle of the night, searching for your warmth but she shrugged it off before knocking into slumber again.

ellie got up very quietly, planting a kiss on your head before heading into her work room to get her guitar.

she walked into her art room, stepping as she scans the room. she immediately stopped in her steps, her eyes falling onto your beautiful workstation.

ellie’s heart pounds outside of her chest, tears wanting to form in her hazel eyes as a rush of emotions take over her.

she walks around the small wooden dark-green station, her handing brushing it softly as she takes in your designs.

she couldnt help but think about although you had work sadly on valetines day, you still did this for her.

this was bigger than the world to ellie.

you were the most perfect girl and if one thing was for certain, ellie would be spending an eternity of valetine’s day with you.

🫧

I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot

Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot

I can be your cherry, apple, pecan,

or your key lime

Baby, I got everything and so much more than she's got

you were now currently at work, you hated how you got called in today.

you asked ellie if she was going to be good with you going to work today, in which she responded by pulling down your panties.

lets just say, you had a very pleasant morning before going into work.

while you were away at work, ellie got to work on her surprise because eating your cum for breakfast wasn’t enough.

she went to almost all the floral shops she could, selling them out of their pink and red roses.

ellie covered the entryway with petals, even the staircase that leads upstairs, and leading all the way up into your room.

the living room, she had a fairy lights hung along with pink lit candles on the ground.

ellie had a huge case of flowers waiting for you, wrapped in the arrangement of your inital.

that was only the downstairs, your room was filled with more surprises.

your shared bed was covered in rose petals, a couple small gifts waiting for you while your surprise gift was tucked away by ellie.

ellie finished up any last miniute preparations before you came home from work.

she changed from her pj shirt and boyshorts from this morning to a flannel with a black-tee and some baggy shorts that exposed her Calvin Klein lining.

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry

She's just like candy, she's so sweet (She's so sweet)

But you know that it ain't real, know that it ain't real

🫧

you came home a bit exhausted but excited because you picked up a teddy bear that held a heart with the writing “i love u” on it from a street vendor, leaving your job.

once you made it home, beginning to turn the keys to step through your front door.

you open the door to see your beautiful auburn-hair girlfriend.

she was sitting there on your shared loveseat, her beautiful fingers strumming her guitar.

the melodious tone from the strums of her guitar strumming the song your love for each other shares.

she began to sing softly “talking away” your hand cant help but go ovee your mouth as you felt tears begin to form.

the sound of her silky voice singing through your ears, making your heart pound and face hot.

“today’s another day to find you”

you could listen to ellie sing for the rest of your life, tears were already streaming down your face. ellie couldn’t look you in the eyes while she sang because if she did, she wouldn’t be able to finish.

you made her heart go a million miles per minute like a schoolgirl crush.

you made her stomach flutter like she was born with a butterfly nest inside her.

you made her soul shine like the sun after never-ending rain.

ellie finished serenating you, putting her guitar down

she finally looked up at you, clutching a teddy bear with tears streaming down your face.

before ellie could say anything, you ran into her arms; immediately taking you in to her embrace.

this was a feeling words couldn’t express, but only actions.

your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest with the clash of ellie’s lips onto yours.

you weren’t alone with ellie barely being able to catch her breath but so desperate for you.

the way your lips moved with such hasty movement but yet still passionately and amorously.

you began to walk towards the staircase, lips not leaving a moment. your eyes slightly opening time to time to make sure you were guiding you and ellie correctly.

“all i wanted-“ you began but were interrupted by her lips again.

“all day was to” ellie pulled away momentarily to let you continue.

“come home to this” you whined out against her lips, your tongue slightly licking over them.

🫧

Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper

It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper

It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

you were fillied with arousal and need to please as you dropped to your knees…on the staircase. you could careless at this given moment.

your hands ran through her back, feeling each crevess of each toned muscle, then coming back around to her arms.

you gave her strong-toned arms a soft squeeze before having them go up to her chest. you needed to have her.

“doll i got a surprise in the room, lets-” ellie begins but you didn’t care.

“no” you said, looking her in the eyes as you unzip and unbutton her shorts “right here, right now” you whine out, pulling down ellie shorts completely.

ellie would be lying if she said you dying to eat her out on each other’s staircase wasn’t the hottest thing, especially on fucking valentine’s day.

it was you, how could she deny you.

“that desperate, mama?” she teases you as you peck her toned abdomen. you gave her a slight whimper as you nod.

she brings herself down to sit on the stairs, grabbing you by your jaw to pull you in for a kiss.

your lips meet again, your hand traveling down into her boxers immediately feeling seeping slick cunt “you drive me insane” you moan out, your mind was so drunk by her.

she had you high on her scent, taste, look, and touch. anything ellie did could have you on your knees, just like this.

your fingers begin to rub her clit in circular motion causing her breathing to hitch and soft moans of content escape her mouth as your lips travel down to her neck.

you begin to suck on the skin as your fingers massaged her clit, slightly putting pressure here and there causing ellie to let out gentle-yet-loud groan.

ellie’s hips began to rise to meet your hand “my beautiful doll-s’good f’me” she mumbled under her breathy moans.

you were sure you left her a purpletrail from her neck leading into her shoulder before going down a couple more steps.

you waste no time in pulling off her boxers, meeting with her wet pussy “s’pretty els, i love you.” you were just completely dazed by ellie at this point, wanting to please her and have her taste on you for days.

“you gonna drool or eat up, doll?” ellie smirks, she knew the effect she had on you and it made you fiend to please her even more.

your hands go to spread her thighs open a bit more before diving your head in between her legs. you met face to face with her juiced pussy, her slick coating your tongue as you lick a stripe.

“ah fuck, doll!” ellie moans out, her hips slightly bucking against your face as her hand had a grip on your hair.

the way you were on your knees on these steps buried into ellie’s pussy, your tongue collects her juices as you begin to swirl your tongue around her clit sucking softly.

she tasted just like candy, you grab her one of her thighs, hooking it up to balance on your shoulder.

the wider angle made her throw her head back “s’fuck doll! just like that. eat it just like that.” her vile voice praising the way you took the way she slopped her pussy against your tongue.

ellie began to work herself towards her orgasm on your tongue, her hand following the movement of your head.

you ate her out like this was your last meal, not wanting to let a single drop “god fuck-y-you’re insane!” she whined out as you worked you fucked her with yout tongue.

ellies stomach stomach flexes, her toned abdomen becoming more prominent as her breathy moans turn into pants and loud gutteral moans as you took your free hand; licking her asshole all the way up to her clit.

“fuck fuck fuck, doll! s’such a good girl” ellie’s hand swore she could’ve pulled your hair our by now but you could careless, the only thing on your mind was making this woman cum.

she deserved the way you ate her with delight, completely letting her use your face for her orgasm.

your nails dig into her thigh as you feel yourself slowly loosing your breath; but you were not leaving till she had came all over your face.

“s’close god! youre such a fuckin’ slut f’me.” her orgasm finally riding out.

“atta girl, lick it all up again.” she praises, pulling you back up from her pussy to her lips, tasting herself momentarily before her hand finds the back of your head guiding you to the white cum-beed that seaped out of her now fucked-out hole.

you licked her from asshole up, completely picking up her cum onto the tip on tongue causing you moan out as your lips were wrapped around her.

once you pulled away meeting her eyes, her cum covering your lips causing your face to glisten lightly.

“you’re a demon” ellie brings you into her embrace on the stairs.

“its not my fault you’re my favorite candy”

🫧

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

a/n > part 2 ??? 😇

[noxtivagus]

AAAA SO MUCH TO DO

[recklesssturniolo]

Not Focused - M.S

guitarist!Matt (um like I guess), soft dom!Matt

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Finishing up an essay, I hum softly along to the song Matt was quietly strumming on the guitar. Looking over at him, I smile to myself before my eyes focus on his fingers. My eyes follow their movements, each time he changed a chord or the strumming pattern as the veins in his hands and arms became more prominent depending on which way he moved his fingers.

“Don’t seem to be focusing on your essay too much” He mumbles.

“I am, was just taking a short break” I respond with a roll of my eyes.

“You sure? You seem more focused on me instead” He smirks, his head raising up and his eyes meeting mine.

“Yeah yeah whatever” I reply and divert my gaze back to my laptop.

My eyes move once again from my laptop to Matt, watching as he placed his guitar against the wall and moved towards me. Spreading my legs open he lays himself on top of me, his forearms holding himself up.

“Come on, what were you thinking about” He asks.

“Nothing” I mumble, my cheeks turning red.

“Now that’s not true. I saw you rubbing your thighs together, tell me baby” He replies.

“Just that - you know uh that you’re good with your fingers” I stutter out, watching as a smirk took over his face.

“Yeah? Thinking of how good they feel inside you hm?” He replies, his lips now hovering above mine.

“Yes” I reply.

His lips connect with mine, his tongue grazing mine as his hand moved to my hips, his calloused fingers drawing small circles. The wetness between my legs increasing as his hand slowly moved closer to my heat. His hard on creating friction as he slowly began grinding himself against me.

His fingers slip under the baggy t-shirt I had on, his thumb sliding down then upwards over my pussy before he makes small circles over my clothed clit, and a small moan escapes my lips at the sensation.

“Lift your hips up for me” He says.

I do immediately as he said and lift my hips just enough for him to slip off my panties. His fingers reconnecting with my pussy after. His fingers slowly slide down to my entrance, my back arching knowing what was coming.

I whimper as he pushes one finger inside of me as he curves it inside of me before pushing it in and out. I feel a second finger linger near my entrance before he slowly pushes it inside.

“There you go, such a good girl” He mumbles before adjusting himself so he was lower on his bed, his eyes flickering up to mine before he licked a strip up my pussy.

“Fuck Matt” I whimper, my back arching from his fingers pumping in and out of me and he begins flicking my clit with his tongue.

My hands grip his hair, pulling on it as his tongue further explores my pussy and his fingers begin slamming into me. I feel my stomach tighten as the pleasure only grows.

“Taste so good” Matt says, his voice against my pussy causing a vibration to run through my body.

My moans become louder as my climax grows closer, his tongue flattening against my pussy to taste as much of me as possible before his attention returns to my clit.

“I’m - gonna come” I whimper, my voice shaky as I tried to control myself.

“Let go for me, show me how good I make you feel” Matt says while remaining between my legs.

My moans become louder as I allow myself to let go, my legs tightening around the sides of his head as pleasure overtakes my body. Matt lets out a groan as my climax begins to die down, my legs shaking slightly as I slowed my breathing back down.

Pulling his fingers out of me, he smirks before connecting his eyes either mine and placing them in his mouth, his tongue licking them clean from my juices. The sight causing my arousal to build up again.

“Matt please” I whine, “I need more”

“Yeah? You gonna take my dick like a good girl?” He asks.

“Yes fuck please” I strain out, my body begging for him.

He nods before sliding down his sweatpants, followed by his boxers. I only grow more impatient as I watch him pump himself in his hands multiple times, Matt noticing my need increasing before he speaks.

“Patience pretty girl”

A whimper leaves my mouth as his slides himself upwards on my pussy, before sliding himself back down and lining up with my entrance.

He slowly pushes himself inside of me, a faint whine leaving my mouth as my pussy stretched around him.

“You can take it, don’t pretend you can’t” He groans, his dick now fully inside of me as he begins thrusting, “Fuck you’re so tight”

My legs wrap around his torso as he continues pushing himself in and out of me. My head tilts back, as his hands move to grip my waist.

“Feels so good” I whimper, a small smirk present on his face before he grabs my legs and places them over his shoulders, before fastening his pace.

“Oh my - Matt” I moan.

My pleasure only increases as he continues to slam into me, now repeatedly hitting my g-spot. My head tilts back as I feel the familiar knot form again in my stomach.

“Taking me so well baby” He mumbles, his voice raspy as his fingers dig into my hips, stabling himself further and allowing himself to thrust himself deeper inside of me.

Whimpers leave my mouth effortlessly as the knot in my stomach tightens, my climax building with every thrust.

“Can feel you clenching around me dont - fuck don’t come yet” Matt groans, his voice weakening as his own climax became closer.

“I - Matt please” I whisper, forcing myself not to let go despite my body begging me to.

“You’re gonna come with me, you can hold on a bit longer pretty girl” He groans.

I watch as his head is thrown back, his jaw tightening before he speaks, “Okay let go, come all over my dick”

My legs tremble from their place on his shoulders as euphoria takes over my body, my pussy clenching around him as I felt him filling me up. Our breathing is equally as heavy as we both ride out our highs, his grip on my waist loosening as his pace slows.

“Jesus Christ” He exhales, his hands sliding my legs down from his shoulders before his body falls beside mine.

I move my head onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat as his hand wraps around me.

“Didn’t know me playing affected you that much” He says.

My face grows red at his words despite him not being able to see as I search for a response.

“Surprised it’s the first time you’ve noticed” I mumble.

“Oh it’s not, I usually just like watching you trying to hide how turned on you are”

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[addisonnie]

hinge and uhaul

summary: college!au. when all else fails…one must look for love on hinge!

an: hi! back from hiatus and of course it would be for a clump of pixels because i am down astronomically bad! this is the first part of a possible series! so let me know if a part 2 is warranted.

warnings: cursing, reader has 0 rizz shes literally a mess, reader also rambles and lots of this is just her inner dialogue because why not. also not very edited and possible tense shifts because im the worst!

part 2 ———————————

Tinder is a soul-sucking vortex. 

A nightmarish flurry of shirtless mirror selfies, conservatives, and men that look like they’d hit on your mom after walking you to the door. Switching your profile settings from ‘men’ to ‘everyone’ seemed like the best option; It wasn’t. The best option would’ve been to delete your account and light your phone on fire after receiving the fourth “you send?” message in a row.

Hinge is a smaller soul-sucking vortex. At least you can deny their comments before you embarrass yourself by matching with a douche like that. Your account is set to ‘show me everyone’ and you can only hope that ‘everyone’ includes at least some good ones. Swiping and clicking on dating apps seems to be more of a game than it is actual match-making, a time-passer of sorts. 

Your roommate, Dina, huffs loudly from her lofted bed across the room, “would you get your sorry ass off of that app? It’s sad listening to you moan and groan about all the losers!”

You roll your eyes, “my soulmate could be the next person!”

No. No. No, again. Oooh…yes? 

You swipe through the girl’s page before deciding not to match with her, because who’s Hinge bio states that they’re still in love with their ex? Dina cheers while you huff and slam your phone onto your desk, spinning idly in your chair. The television on top of Dina’s purple mini fridge is playing a random episode of Bob’s Burgers and, for a moment, you forget about your ever-growing dating app addiction.

It’s not that you’re addicted per say. You just spend most of your downtime sitting in your bed and judging people’s profiles, when yours surely isn’t up to par either. Hey, at least you don’t have a picture of you holding a fish.

The rhythmic buzz of your phone quickly draws your eyes away from the cartoon on screen, your hand dramatically reaching for your phone.

Hinge: Ellie liked you! Tap to see the comment she left.

Ellie. That’s a cute name…fairly normal too! Surely she didn’t leave some weirdo comment about how your hair looks like it smells good. Your fingers fumble to tap on the notification and you feel a blush rising to your cheeks as you click on Ellie’s like.

She left her comment under a picture of you taken at a local museum. A big cheesy grin is painted across your face and there’s skeletal remains of some random dinosaur behind you, Dina is crouched under the jaw of the creature pretending to scream while she gets eaten. Hopefully this isn’t one of those situations where Ellie asks ‘if your friend is single.’

Nope. She left a simple comment. I love dinosaurs!!!

You smile as you quickly click on Ellie’s profile to see her. There are a couple pictures of her, and good god is she hot. Flushed, you quickly match with her.

But what do you say? This is life or death. You need this woman. 

Hey!

You’re hot

Do you want to have vicious lesbian sex with me?

Okay. Jesus, you are not good at this. While you mull over the keyboard attempting to decide what to say to the ever-attractive Ellie, another message comes in.

Hey, pretty girl!

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Your fingers are fumbling over the keyboard, your heart is beating, you’re planning you and Ellie’s wedding. You wonder if she likes lace or prefers the classic look?

Hey! What’s up?

Nothing really. Just playing some guitar!

Guitar? She just gets hotter. Did she also save puppies from a burning building? You wonder if she would want roses at the wedding. Hopefully not, too basic.

Ooooh guitar you say? Whatcha playing?

It’s a few moments before she responds and you’re biting the nail on your thumb awaiting her reply.

Whatever your favorite song is.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you smile and rest your head in your hand. 

Why don’t I tell you that over dinner?

It takes Ellie a few minutes to respond this time and you’re sure you’ve managed to scare her off at the mention of an actual date. Her reply comes just as you go to turn your phone off,

How about you give me your number and we can talk more about this date?

————

Giving your number to Ellie was perhaps the best decision made in your life thus far. She constantly sends text messages of whatever she’s doing, wearing, eating, or strumming on her guitar. It’s been about a week since you first exchanged information and you’re slightly worried that Ellie no longer wishes to go out on a date. You’ve tried to ‘accidentally’ bump into her on campus multiple times, but she manages to just barely slip away each time. 

You’re sitting at your desk attempting to finish an essay when your phone rings in your lap. Ellie’s contact appears lit up on the screen and you just about scream when you grasp the phone between your fingers.

“Hello?” You’re already blushing.

“Hey, you! What’re you up to?” Ellie’s voice is loud into the microphone and you can make out multiple different voices on her end of the line.

“Nothing important,” you close your computer quickly, “why, what’s up?”

She takes a moment to answer as you hear her yell something to whoever else is in the room with her, “me and some friends are at a bar…will you come? Live music and stuff. Plus, I still haven’t taken you on that date!”

“Yes!” Okay, you probably should’ve tried to sound less excited. “Ehem…yes. Text me the address?”

You hear Ellie laugh before she happily responds, “will do! Text me when you get here and I’ll come out front to meet you.”

—————

Dina and her friends surely shop at Hookers R Us because where else would anybody find a skirt so goddamn short. 

“D. Dina. My cheeks are hanging out the bottom.” Dina rolls her eyes and tugs on the hem of the mini denim skirt.

“Well if you wore it down here,” she tugs the denim again, “instead of up to your tits like a grandma would…maybe it would be longer.”

Several shirts are thrown toward your perch on Dina’s desk chair, “what’s wrong with the shirt I have on?”

Dina’s boyfriend. Jesse, interjects, “because I don’t like it.”

“Okay, fashion police. How about this one?” You hold up a form fitting black top and Dina nods vigorously, “yes. But no bra. Show off them ladies!”

————

The Uber barely comes to a full stop as you clamber out of the backseat. Grasping for your phone, you text Ellie.

Here! :)

Was the smiley face overkill? Too much?

Cominh!!!!!

*Coming. Not drunk, I swear.

You think you’re the one doing the coming as you watch Ellie stroll towards you in the parking lot. If she was hot on Hinge, she’s ten-thousand times hotter in the dingy lighting that casts a magical glow upon her. She’s wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a white wife-beater, an old worn out flannel is unbuttoned over the top and rolled up just above her elbows. Her raggedy jeans are cuffed to the top of her converse and— wow is she a walking wet dream.

“Hey! I’m glad you came.” She doesn’t wait for an answer as she pulls you straight in for a hug, her calloused hands resting on your hips. You feel her finger tips touching the uncovered skin below your top, the contact makes you shiver.

Ellie squeezes you a little tighter before pulling away, leaving her arm draped over your shoulder, “c’mon, warmer inside.”

You let her lead you into the bar and through the slight crowd congregated near the entrance. A small group of people stand huddled next to the bar and Ellie leads you straight to them as she leans down to speak in your ear, “those are my friends.”

You nod and shamelessly nudge your body to be tucked further into her side, blushing profusely when you feel her arm tighten around your shoulders.

“Guys, this is the girl I was telling you about! And these are my friends I mentioned on the phone.” Ellie smiles while she introduces you to everyone and as much as you enjoy the domesticity of hanging out with her friends, you much prefer the nook you’ve found nestled under Ellie’s toned arm.

———

Her face leans down by your ear again, “wanna drink? I’ll get you one.”

You smile up at her, “would you shoot me if I said I want an espresso martini instead of the beer you’ve been nursing all night?”

She giggles into your ear and her breath fans across your face, “one espresso martini, coming up!” 

She pulls away and salutes you before turning around and marching to the other end of the bar, waving her arm to grab the bartender’s attention.

“So you’re the lucky lady? I’m Abby, Ellie’s friend.” Damn, she is buff as hell. Her toned arm stretches across a barstool to shake your hand.

You stare at her open palm, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Who still shakes hands? I’m done drinking for the night.”

She cracks a smile when you laugh and shake her hand anyways, “nothing wrong with a good ol’ handshake.”

You speak with Abby while you wait for Ellie to return with your martini. She’s leaning up against the wood and speaking to the bartender as he pours the concoction into a glass. How she manages to look so appealing at all times is an enigma. Her short hair is pulled half-up into a bun while the rest barely skims the top of her shoulders, the botanical tattoo on her forearm sticks out from under her rolled-up sleeve and—fuck. You’re drooling.

Double-fuck. She caught you staring.

You blush when she throws a wink your way, turning back toward the bar to grab your drink. 

And then she’s in front of you once more, “malady.”

She slides in between your legs while you sit atop the cushioned barstool (which you’re pretty sure makes a fart noise any time you move) and rests both of her hands on your hips.

Lifting the drink to your mouth, you hum happily when the flavor covers your tongue, “good?”

“Really good. Superb.” Ellie chuckles and leans in toward you, placing a kiss in the hollow of your collarbone, “c’mon, there’s some more people I want you to meet.”

————

You’re not exactly sure how you ended up in this position but good god do you wish you could die right here and right now. Ellie is leaning up against the poster-covered wall of the bar with you pulled tightly to her chest. Your back is pressed against her front and one of her arms is wrapped around you, long fingers splayed across your lower stomach. She’s talking animatedly to the guy standing in front of you two and in all honestly you can’t focus on what they’re talking about while you feel the tips of Ellie’s fingers rest upon the skin under your skirt. 

It’s innocent. She doesn’t realize her fingers have traveled just south of the top of your skirt, but you’d be lying if you said the feeling of her calloused fingertips below the belt didn’t make you squirm. Her auburn hair tickles the side of your face as your head rests back in the crook between her neck and shoulder. And even better—her cheek presses to the top of your head when there’s a lull in her current conversation.

Hearing the man she was speaking to bid his goodbyes, you turn in her arms. The one that was previously grasping a beer bottle quickly swaps to rest in the back pocket of your skirt instead, her other hand squeezes your hip.

“Hi.” She smiles at you.

“Hi.” You press a kiss to her cheek.

The feeling leaves Ellie warm and she squeezes you a few times before ultimately deciding to cut to the chase and lean in. It’s a sweet peck, a little tipsy kiss that leaves you buzzing and floating outside of your body. The bright, crooked smile she gives you after pulling away punches the air from your lungs and Jesus Christ— now you understand the U-Haul lesbians because in this moment you are well and truly fucked. If this woman, this stranger, asked you to pack your shit and move in, you would.

And the look she gives you as she brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear tells you she might just feel the same.

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶 The night he died, my dad had a dream 🎶

Antoine got home just before midnight, a rare occurrence for him since moving to Strangerville. He had sat with Abe for hours after he took the guitar from him, using rolled tobacco and caffeine to try and ignore the humming that was coming from inside of it even as they talked. He had told himself that he had accepted it for Abe; but he wouldn’t play it. It belonged to another man, and whatever story was inside of it wasn’t his to tell. 

Still the moment he got into his own home, now grown dark and quiet as his family had long been asleep, he could still hear it humming. Constantly and consistently, it begged simply to be heard again. He collapsed onto the couch, unwilling to touch the strings but unable to part from it in any way. As he laid it across his lap, his hands hovered near the body so that he wouldn't accidentally draw a single sound from it; because if it did, he knew that it would sound like pain and shared memories that weighed on him at all times.

Unbeknownst to him, Zelda had walked silently down the stairs behind him. She was never able to sleep when he wasn’t there, no matter how exhausting the day might have been. So when she heard his boots in the kitchen she had put her book aside and gone to find him.

Now she stood in the archway as he looked down, seemingly lost in a sight she couldn’t see. She called his name quietly, so as not to startle him, but loud enough so that he turned around. Only even as he looked at her, his eyes were glassy as though trapped in a reverie, and the relief he might have felt seeing her never quite reached his face.

She walked nearer, albeit cautiously, uncertain what had happened or how the guitar she could now see in his lap had gotten there. As she approached, his posture grew more inviting, as though her nearness alone made her more real than whatever reverie was occupying his mind. He moved aside slightly, carefully shifting the guitar as he invited her onto the couch next to him.

Her calm silence seemed to have some effect on him, and he reached one finger out toward the neck of the guitar. Still he avoided the strings, running it up and down the wood grain on the side as he told her everything that Abe had explained to him, about his grandfather and his father, about Chicago and what had happened to the man who had once played the instrument.

As he finished she looked down at it as well, as though she could very clearly see the spirit that haunted Antoine’s mind and inhabited the hollow body of the guitar between them. She reached her hand out and looked toward Antoine before bringing it down, “May I?”

He shook his head yes, although he was unsure if even he had the authority to touch it either, and they both lapsed into silence. Her touch on the shining metal strings was so soft that it barely made a sound, much like her low hum when she sometimes still sang to herself in the fields. She moved her hand down onto the base of the guitar and it let out something that was almost like a soft sigh. Sadly, she laid her palm onto the wood and let it fall back into the quiet state it had been in a moment before.

Then she moved her hand back along the strings and he realized that she was humming in tune with them, singing in the soft but immensely sad way without barely making a sound like only she could. 

When she finally spoke it was low, and almost mournful. “What was done to him was horrible, and for that I am so sorry,” her voice paused as she reached the top of the handle, stopping there as though in memory before her hand trailed back down to the base, “But I know that’s not the only thing in here, because you don’t make music only out of pain, you make it out of love too. Out of all the joy and memory that flows alongside the pain. He played to feel it all, to move through it and past it and to make sure others could feel it too, so that even if you don’t speak it, you’re not alone.”

Then she took his hand carefully, holding it tenderly above the strings, “The same way I know you did.”

She turned his hand over in hers, running her thumb along the inside of his palm before flipping it back toward the guitar again. The echoing vibrations that had been coming from them seconds before ceased just as her hums did, as though they were both leaving a quiet space for Antoine to move into as she brought his hand down onto the weathered wood.

She left her own hand atop his for a moment, just so that he knew she would stay there for as long as he needed. When he made no move to pull away from the strings that he had been avoiding so diligently before, she slowly brought her hand to his face and her forehead to his.

They stayed that way for a moment, always able to better sense what the other was feeling without speaking. Antoine’s other hand met Zelda’s on his face, and with a small smile she noticed that the other remained on the guitar.

She moved to stand, understanding when he needed to be alone, and brought her lips to his forehead before looking into his eyes to be sure that he would be okay. Then she treaded out as silently as she had entered, pausing in the doorway as he slowly picked up the guitar from his lap. She stood there to look back at him for a moment, knowing that he was once again trapped in a reverie and wouldn’t notice her presence.

Just before she turned he brought his hands down onto the strings, moving them so that by the time she walked away soft sounds had already begun to follow her back up the stairs. By the time she reached the top they were coming quietly but quickly, and she paused once more to listen to them. It the first music he had played in almost four years.

[elsfleur]

⋆·˚ ༘ * COOL ABOUT IT

ellie williams x reader

summary: it was an odd thing to enjoy your work, but with a passion for music and a fling with your coworker the days at the record store seemed bright, until of course you meet her girlfriend.

content warning: use of substances like weed, somewhat established relationship, mentions of cheating, mentions of nsfw content, somewhat angsty

word count: 1,432 and part two found here

📼 ʾ ⠀

the employee’s room smelled perpetually of weed and sandalwood cologne in her grace, and you watched as the girl you’ve grown to adore pressed down your herbs along her pot with a concerned expression at the jasmines and chamomile tainting her trusted old smoke, eyebrows furrowed.

“this is the girliest shit i’ve ever rolled in my life”

“shut the fuck up, williams” you reprimended, not missing the way her iris sparkled with amusement, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips displaying the softest of creases by her cheek.

ellie rolled her eyes before finally turning them to take you in, she had grown accustomed to mapping you out in her head as one would dissect a drawing, memorising the curves and angles effortlessly until your features sneaked their way into her mindless sketching, ripping out the pages in embarrassment. the stars were back beneath her lids as she maintained eye contact while licking on the silk paper painfully slowly, a pathetic tease.

“pretty girls first” she motioned you the blunt and leaned back on the couch to grab your hidden lighter by the r&b records’ archives, the hem of her shirt lifting up with the movement to expose pale skin begging to be painted red in suction, though you brushed away the filthy thoughts as to not feed into her ego, placing the silk between your lips as she lit it up for you, inhaling floral and exhaling smoke directly at her face, watching her pretty features get fogged away.

“it’s medicinal, just so you know” you defended the frilly choices “supposed to help with anxiety and sleep”

“yes, doctor!” she saluted taking the blunt from between your fingers and inhaling herself, letting go towards the ceiling “nothing like taking a good sleeping agent in the middle of a work shift, our boss must be so proud”

you fell into a comfortable rhythm of silence, passing the silk back and forth until it inevitably burned your fingers to a halt. ellie was staring again, this time against her own will. she enjoyed the way you puckered up and your cheeks flushed at the drug effect, watching your eyes get glossy and your attitude brighter, enjoyed your hands and calluses grabbing on to the very last inch possibly smoked of the substance, your hair and its natural cascade, your twitchy nose to the scent. she had sketched you eight times the night before without real attempt, feeling as though trapped by a love curse at your sight, her brain escaped to you like a boat finding lighthouse.

“why are you all the way over there” she questioned your distance on the couch, though barely even half a metre away, you knew instinctively what game she was playing with the innocent phrase.

“i told you i am not kissing you again until you play something for me, it is already betrayal enough you have heard me boast about how i want the new guitar we’re selling to learn without telling me you could play it”

“i’m really not that good”

“does it genuinely look like i care?”

she thought for a second before giving in with a sigh, heading out the door towards the empty store’s front and carrying back the black dyed instrument with her onto the seating, significantly closing the previous gap between you. ellie found your anticipating gaze once more, the ghost of a smile hovering over her lips so softly it was barely recognizable though you both knew, silently. her tattooed arm made its way to the front of the guitar, playing on the chords to confirm tuning before she fully began playing to you, a love song being quietly hummed under her breath just enough for you to make out certain words.

once finished, her hands lightly trembled in anxiety before gathering up courage to look at you, enthralled by her performance in a way the jokes you anticipated making and snarky retorts dissipated into thin air, mouth agape and too slow to notice her ego boost at your sight.

“you want me so bad right now” she smirked earning a playful slap to the arm in response that evoked melodic laughter to echo through the whole room loudly.

“fuck you” you replied before shutting her up with a kiss, soft lips pressed against her chapped ones. she moved the guitar away as best she could without breaking your contact, letting it drop on the carpet with a surprisingly loud bang that was anyhow disregarded as she snaked her arms over your waist pulling you to her lap. you grazed your teeth over her bottom lip before pulling it softly, her low whimper making it known who truly controlled the situation though her fingertips rose under your t-shirt to the clasp of your bra with familiar ease. you chuckled into the kiss at her desperation.

“who wants who so bad again?” you teased in a whisper, taking her palm into your own and pulling it up to cup your breast, your moans mixing into each other's at the new sensation.

“please” she begged doe-eyed and you nodded raising your arms up to help her remove it and toss it aside before working her tongue down your neck and onto your nipples, she sucked so forcefully you felt your eyes roll back while her left hand grabbed your other neglected breast before switching focuses.

you faintly heard the ringing of bells beneath the heavy breathing that filled the room and pushed ellie’s head away from your body, her eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted at your reaction in a way that sent shivers up your spine “there’s a customer” you explained letting loose of her grip and searching around for your clothes.

“i’ll take it it’s fine, at least i’m dressed” she joked standing up and going into the main room with a vocally cleared throat and smoothed out uniform.

minutes passed and ellie still wasn’t back, that’s when you made your way towards the entrance as well and watched as a flustered ellie insisted a customer go home. you watched the interaction unnoticed as long as you could, but the black haired girl soon caught on to your staring and smiled apologetically as a greeting, causing ellie to turn around and face you with a gulp.

“is… everything okay here?” you questioned.

“hi! i’m cat, ellie’s girlfriend” the customer introduced herself with an extended hand you did not take as you stared between her and the girl you’ve been having an affair with for the last six months and you have grown to consider a friend, fuck, more than that, so much more than that. her silence to the interaction hit you like a bullet.

“oh i’m sorry, how stupid” you faked a smile shaking her hand “i didn’t know ellie had a girlfriend, is that new?”

“well if you think three years is new” the girl giggled.

“yeah, no, we’re not really uh close so i wouldn’t know, congratulations on three years or something”

“cat, shouldn’t you be getting home? we’re about to close up here” ellie interrupted and the girl though furrowing her brows nodded before pressing a kiss to her lips and wishing you both an uncomfortable goodbye before skipping out the store, wind blowing through it with the opened door that made you as cold as you felt interrupting ellie’s attempt at a sentence.

“it’s cool” you said with your hand up, stopping her words until you fully watched cat’s silhouette be far away enough from the store “i was just a fuck right? not enough to ruin a three year relationship over, i won’t tell, anyways shift’s over so”

“angel, listen-“

“don’t fucking call me that?” you spat out unnerved “whatever this was ellie, or actually scratch that–, i’m sorry i apologise for thinking this was something when it clearly isn’t now you can stop with the pet names and whatever other antiques you’re thinking of pulling and save them for your girlfriend”

you rushed to the employee’s room, tripped on the guitar and cursed out loud your pain while jumping on the single good foot you now had towards your backpack, ready to leave. you do not listen to a word ellie says while walking out, you do not wait nor do you turn around. you do not see the tears that spill from her eyes like open faucets, the sob that stuck to her throat weighing down like a rock, the four words that came out way too late in a whisper not even the records could hear: but i love you.

[leclsrc]

hiii! could i request a charles fluff where he and y/n kinda have like some tradition that they do together or something. and its just special to them? like going traveling or even something ordinary like cleaning the house? sorry i'm a total sucker for these lmao

again late, so late, sorry! but i am trying to catch up w these olddd reqs hahshdhs. shoutout again to mack who live messaged me ab a grocery trip and inspired much of this ily. title from this

things lovers do – cl16

“And we’re out of limes, I think.” You say, humming as you review the contents of your fridge.

“Do we even use them that much?” Charles asks from the dinner table. He stares at the list, where he’s written the word limes. He holds a pen to the left of it, prepares to draw it across the word, but your own words of protest stop him. What—of course we use limes, you say.

“I don’t recall us making guacamole, is all.”

You shut the fridge, laughing and walking over to where he sits, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Together, you peruse the crumpled list, of words written and erased in Charles’ messy penmanship. There’s romaine, lemon, pasta, ciabatta. Assorted gum, because Charles likes to chew it while working. Coffee beans, because a day without them renders you half-deceased. 

This is a weekly thing—reviews of the grocery list, on the dinner table with two glasses of wine. Anyone can love, but not everyone can sit and be patient and browse every last item of the fridge and pantry to determine what needs to be added. And through the list you’re provided with a window for the week: Monday night dinner with pasta, Wednesday breakfast with ciabatta, a romaine salad for Thursday brunch.

If you told your six-year-old self that your best memories with your boyfriend would be formulating grocery lists, she would pout in your face. Boyfriend? She’d ask petulantly. Don’t we get to marry a prince, with a horse and a castle? No, you’d say. We get to have a prince, yes, but he has a car and a house in Monaco. Is that good enough? If it isn’t, he makes a mean set of pancakes.

Do we get to dance with him at a ball? It’s still a no, you’d tell her. The dancing happens in the kitchen, lit only by the yellow of the stovetop range while you play Harvest Moon and sway softly to the guitar. It happens by the fridge, when a Bee Gees song comes on and Charles can’t resist holding you by the waist and lifting you up to join his dancing. It happens while you wait for toast in the morning, when both the bread and the weather are in the middle of cool and warm, to Al Green on the radio. 

This love of grocery lists and airplane rides sure doesn’t live up to your six-year-old self’s fairytale standards, or your sixteen-year-old’s hopes of marrying Harry Styles. You think, however, that it far surpasses anything you could ever have wanted. 

His voice draws you out of your reverie. “You okay? You’re a bit quiet.”

“Just thinking,” you reassure, pressing a kiss to his hair and smiling. “Of things.” Of us, of toast and tea, of romance and loving you and making lists and loving you and God, loving you. “Lots of things.”

“…Is this because I added too much junk food?”

“No, God,” you say, fond. “It’s nothing.”

“I love you,” he says back. And if you ever doubted it, there would always be limes, written without erasure on this crumpled list on the dinner table.

[achillean-knight]

Woe, doodles be upon ye

HC's below the cut if you're absolutely interested in my Spiderverse Noir HC's + his world 👉👈

First the ones I agree with that I've seen a shit ton of people mention >:33

- He is a fatherly figure to Peni. I can imagine when they see each other again, she'd run to him and give him the biggest fucking hug ever. She experienced her Canon Event between ITSV and ATSV too, right? So I can see her needing comfort so badly, and the only ones she ever truly grew close to were Noir and Ham.

- He'd 10000/10 get along so well with Hobie. Along with Hobie legit mentioning his hatred for the AM, PM and fuckin NAZIS IN THE COMIC ,

he'd be rambling so much with Noir about common interests and get along so well with him. Imagine he badazzles him in punk attire and based on this image:

(I'll link where I found the image tomorrow when I'm on my laptop lol if I remember) but based on this image, he teaches Noir how to play the guitar and shit and OUYGG I WANNA SEE THEM INTERACT (they're my fave Spiderverse characters so 👉👈)

- OHOHOHO He loves the colour purple. So much. He can't see it, ofc but he has such a love for the colour that he sees any beautiful colour- or well, of what he can see of colours, and thinks every pretty colour is Purple.

- MJ see's Noir/Peter as a brother and he see's MJ as a sister in turn. There is no romantic attraction at all. Yeah, this means MJ see's Aunt May as a nice Aunt Figure she can go to and talk to about things.

Now onto some of my own headcanons- or some that I don't see mentioned a ton. These have probably been said before but oh well, these are just what I like and my brain go BRRR

- Felicia is taller then Noir. (For those unfamiliar, Felicia is a character from the comic.) Yes that'd probably make her freakishly tall based on how tall Noir is in the movie, but that comic panel of when he first meets her rots in my brain.

- Felicia still has her mask from her ordeals. However, unlike how she pushes away Peter, they actually become friends again. Comfort each other. They swore they'd never be in a relationship again.

- Noir is a combo of both his OG comics personality and 2020's comics personality. I see movie noir as anywhere between 19 - 21. He's learning and developing as a human still. He's calmer and kinder and resembles how his personality is in the newer comics, however, based on this deleted scene LOL, makes me think he looses his shit easily and goes actually feral.

(here's the link to where I found the video BC I actually saved the link lol yeah it's reblogged by yours truly, but the full post is there.)

- Oh yeah, Noir most definitely adopted Ding Ding btw. He probably is nearly at the newer comics stage of his life, being a private eye and such, drinking his fucking egg creams like newer comics noir SBSBBS So he found and adopted Ding Ding.

- Despite being young (19 - 21) he has serious eyebags man, dudes sleep deprived 😔 I'm also heavy on the Spiderverse portrait of him unmasked that I don't really draw/see him with facial scars but he could totally have them after the shit he went through 💀

- Noir is a part-time singer. I will not elaborate.

There's so many other things I wrote down that I want to share, but they're on my computer 😭 so you get these for now hhhh

Sorry if they're half-assed, it's 10:30 pm, I am tired

[filthymunson]

Some Like It Rough.

Boyfriend!Eddie. Roommate! Steve. Mature content. 18+. Smoking weed/high sex. Oral (fem receiving). Mentions of drug use, threesome. Dirty talk, pussy slapping, light choking, (minor) breeding kink. M/F/M. Begging. Domination. (Fem) switch. Dungeon master/sir use.

Word count - 4.2k.

“Eddie,” giggling softly as your boyfriend playfully pretends to be playing air guitar, standing on your shared bed as he dramatically whips his hair. “What do you think babe? I think I could give all the rockstars out there a run for their money,” dropping his body next to yours, the town “freak” gazes at you curiously, before turning his attention to the slow burning joint resting in his ash tray. “Want another one babe?” speaking before taking a drag, and letting the smoke leave his mouth in rings, before turning back to you. Handing you the lit joint, Eddie rests his head back against the wall, and focuses on you as you smoke. Letting his curious brown eyes run over your body as your chest rises and falls whilst you exhale the smoke. “Thank you Eds,” speaking lightly as you hold the joint between your fingers, you tilt your head and grin hazily at your boyfriend. “I wonder if Steve is home from work yet,” murmuring softly as you hand him the joint, and move to rest on your knees as you tug down your shirt slightly. “We would have heard him come home, if he’s here, he’s probably out with Robin.” Nodding as he speaks, you climb off of the bed and open the door to your bedroom. “I’m hungry. Want anything?” “Whatever you’ve got,” speaking as he lazily holds the last of the joint between his lips, and finishes it off, following you into the tiny kitchen you share with Steve. Running his eyes over your frame as you rummage in the pantry, Eddie moves behind you, lightly tracing his fingers along your exposed stomach, and rests his head against your shoulder. “I could actually eat you, now that we’re on the subject,” speaking into your ear as his hand creeps underneath his shirt that you’ve got on, watching your hands explore the cupboard for something to eat.

Cupping your breast in his hand, you shift slightly as your hand tightly grips onto a box of crackers. “Eds, Steve could be home any minute,” speaking softly as he starts moving his lips across your neck, and circles your nipple with his thumb. “Mhm. Like I said, he probably won’t be back for hours,” murmuring against your ear as his lips press against your neck warmly, resulting in you dropping your head back slightly, and arching your chest further into his hand. “That feel good?” “Yes, feels so good Eds, don’t stop,” breathing out as his thumb swipes against your clit, before you find him pressing his lips against your neck again. “What about when Steve comes home?” “I don’t care, I just need you to keep doing that.” “Use your words. Doing what, sweetheart?” Breathing against your ear as his fingers move along your skin, Eddie dips his fingers beneath your underwear, and hums softly. “There she is…there’s my second favourite girl,” rasping in your ear as he draws another moan from you while slipping his fingers into you. “Table,” speaking roughly as he drops his hands from you, before you hastily climb on top of the table, and gaze down at Eddie on his knees in front of you. “Good girl, always so good for me,” grinning as his hands spread your legs, you brush your fingers through Eddie’s lengthy hair. “Am I allowed to have my snack now?” “Always Eds. It’s yours,” speaking softly as his mouth dangerously moves along your thigh, Eddie kisses your skin, before finally settling his mouth against you.

Sweeping his tongue along your folds, you gasp softly before tangling your fingers into his hair. You whine softly as his lips and tongue move deliciously against you and you find yourself getting lost in his touch. Draping your leg over his shoulder, you slip your hand under you shirt, as you touch and pull at your nipples. “Feels so good Eds, don’t stop,” breathing out a moan, Eddie moves closer to you, as his hands keep your legs apart. Not hearing the door opening, the two are hidden from view as Steve steps inside their shared home, and drops his bag by the door. “Hey guys, I’m home! And I brought-“ getting cut off as a sharp moan rings out from the kitchen, Steve suddenly spots you on the table, and raises his eyebrow as he sees Eddie suddenly rise up from the floor. The realisation of what he just walked into hitting him, Steve stumbles slightly, accidentally knocking over the lamp on the small table by the door, cursing softly as the crash rings through their home. Catching Eddie’s gaze as he clumsily puts it back, he stands up straight and clears his throat. “Pizza. I got us pizza. Hungry? I’m hungry, let’s eat, unless you’re already full- I mean, if you haven’t had something to eat- I mean,” babbling as Eddie grins. Swiping his ring clad finger across his lip, he licks it clean before he gestures Steve to the kitchen, and helps you off of the table. “Cover up sweetheart. I think we broke Steve.” Watching Steve as he hastily turns his attention back to the pizza, his hair falling across his eyes as he busies himself with putting the pizza out for you all.

Eddie tilts his head as Steve keeps quiet, and the curly haired metal head turns his eyes back to you, as you’re leaning against the counter. “Hungry babe?” Nodding as you tug your shirt down your thighs a little, and you move to the table to grab some pizza. “Thank you Stevie,” speaking lightly as you take your plate, and the blonde nods before moving to his spot on the couch. Moving behind you, Eddie takes his slice of pizza and slips his hand under your shirt. “Eddie,” laughing softly as his hand brushes against your underwear, and you stifle a soft moan as his rings dig into your skin. “What did I do?” Speaking lightly against your ear, he presses his hand to your thigh and moves to the couch. Noticing Steve silently focusing on his food, Eddie bumps his shoulder against his, and nods as a thank you for the pizza. “How was work Harrington?” “What? Oh. It was fine. Quiet mostly. Robin and I just did inventory all day. Then she had to go home for an emergency or something.” “Is she okay?” Speaking up as you sit on Eddie’s thigh, you bite your pizza before resting your legs on top of Eddie’s, and furrow your eyebrows worryingly for your best friend. “I told her I’d call her tonight. So I’m not sure for now.” Catching his gaze briefly, Steve focuses on your face, before shifting in his seat. Eddie tilts his head slightly, and drags his fingers along your thigh, keeping his attention on your skin. Dropping your eyes to your boyfriends hand, you feel Steve’s gaze on you both before lifting your attention to him, and you raise an eyebrow curiously. Hastily dropping your plate to the coffee table in front of you all, you turn your focus to Eddie, before trailing your fingers through his curls gently. Pressing your mouth to his, you grin against his lips as his hand grips onto your hip, and you briefly open your eyes to find Steve watching you both. “Eds, do you trust me?” “With my life sweetheart.” Nodding as you move from his lap, you stand in front of Steve, grinning at his confused expression, and stand between his knees. “Do you want to join us?” speaking softly as you take a seat between Steve and Eddie, before draping your legs across Steve’s lap. “I..what?” “You, Eddie and I. It was a complete accident that you walked in on us, but I can wager that since you walked in, you’ve thought of nothing else since, am I right?” Speaking softly as you move yourself to sit on Steve’s thighs, and gaze at the blonde.

Turning your attention to Eddie, you lightly grin as he keeps eating his pizza, and remains quiet in his seat. Focusing on Steve again, you sweep your fingers against his hair, pushing back the styled quiff he has. “You can absolutely say no and there’ll be no more talk about it, I promise,” letting your voice drop to a slight whisper, and you drop your hand to your lap. “Okay,” speaking lowly as you move to take yourself from his lap. “Okay?” “Yeah..I think so,” nodding as he speaks, Eddie suddenly moves in his spot, and Steve gazes between the two of you. “Is that okay with you Eds?” Nodding eagerly as his hand slips under your shirt again, he grins as your nipples instantly harden under his fingers, and he stands up from the couch. “If you’re in the mood to fuck Steve, that’s fine with me sweetheart.” Watching Eddie move to the armchair across from the couch, the metalhead takes a seat and watches you both with a hazy grin. “Eds, maybe some of your magic will help, light us up another one,” speaking softly as you retake your spot on Steve’s lap, you catches the blonde’s chin between your fingers and make him look at you. “Do you want some of Eddie’s ‘special help’, or do you think you’re good without it?” “I..um..maybe? I’m not sure,” speaking lowly as he shifts in his seat, and brushes his thigh against your barely covered pussy.

Emitting a soft whine from you, you rest your arms around Steve’s neck and brush your nose against his, before he feels you breathe against his lips. “Do that again, it felt good,” whispering softly as you straddle his thigh, you catch Steve’s eyes as he hesitantly grabs your hips, feeling more confident as you nod that it’s okay, before he jolts his leg harshly, and gets a moan out of you. “Y-yeah, like that, again,” mumbling your pleas against Steve’s mouth, as you feverishly press your lips to his, he hungrily devours your mouth, before finding yourself suddenly on your back, with Steve’s thigh between your spread legs. “Fuck..you’re so hot,” speaking lowly as he drops his head to your neck, he works a faint purple mark into your skin, before rubbing his jean clad thigh against you harshly. “Steve, that feels so good, don’t stop,” whining as his lips smother your neck in kisses, you catch Eddie’s gaze from across the room, eyeing up the tent in his pants. “Steve making you feel good baby?” “Yes, yes, so good. He’s rubbing my pussy so good for me,” speaking as your hand moves across your breast, Steve’s hand harshly slaps your own, before yanking your hand away. “No touching. Only Eddie and I can do that. Right Munson?” Catching your boyfriend’s gaze, Eddie nods at Steve’s words and leans back in his chair. “You heard the man, sweetheart. No touching.” Focusing as Steve’s hand slips between his thigh and your clothed pussy, he harshly rolls his fingers against you, and settles on his knees.

“So wet already…kind of pathetic, the simple movement of my leg against your desperate little pussy hm?” Letting your eyes catch Steve’s again, you notice the slightly darkened hue to his eyes, and nod hurriedly as he speaks to you. “Jesus, Harrington. Who knew this was hiding beneath all that ‘cool guy’ exterior and complex?” “Don’t judge a book by its cover, Munson.” Resting yourself onto your elbows, you catch Eddie’s smug grin, and bite your lip as Steve’s fingers press against you. “You want this hm? If I didn’t know any better, I would say you planned this all out in that dirty little head of yours. Encouraging Eddie to lay you on the table so he could eat that sweet little pussy, knowing I’d walk in on you both. Such a little slut,” speaking against your ear as he harshly drags you against his thigh, you whine and roll your hips down to feel some friction against you. “Don’t move. Stay still, I want to see how fast Eddie and I can make you cum for us, so stay there. Munson?” “Yes sir?” Joking lightly as he puts out his joint, and joins the pair on the couch. “Enough of that,” Steve speaks softly as his cheeks tinge pink, causing you to raise your eyebrow and you remain still as instructed. “You know somethin’ dude? She just loves authoritative titles. Don’t you sweetheart?” Flickering his eyebrows at you to continue your game, you nod before swiping your tongue against your lip. “Yes dungeon master, I do.” “What do you want to call Steve, babydoll? I’m sure he deserves a nickname for looking after you so well.” Stroking his calloused fingers through your hair, Eddie lifts your head to rest against his lap, and tangles his fingers around your loose locks. “Tell him, he’s waiting.” “Sorry to keep you hanging on…sir.” Feeling Steve rut his thigh against you harshly, you let out a soft yelp as he grabs your face and forces you to look at him.

“I swear you’re just looking for a punishment. Maybe I’ll borrow Eddie’s rings, and make you count to 10 as you count down the slaps I’ll give your pussy, while I wear them.” Resting on his knees as Eddie raises his eyebrow, his attention turns to you, your boyfriend grinning smugly as he’s aware of the affect Steve’s words are having on you. “Is that a promise? She just loves having her pretty little pussy spanked. It drives her wild.” Speaking as Steve furrows his eyebrows, Eddie’s ring-clad hand comes down on you roughly, emitting a loud moan from you. “See? She’s just the filthiest little whore,” stroking his fingers against your soaked underwear, Eddie brings his hand down against you again, and grins as your body writhes desperately. “Look at her. She’s absolutely aching for it. She’s soaked through. She just loves when you spank her like that.” Feeling Steve’s cock against your leg, you roll your hips and drag yourself against him, whining softly as you feel him brush against your clit. “Please, please. Need you both so bad, need you in me.” “Go on Harrington. Show her who’s in charge,” speaking from his seat, Eddie parts his legs slightly as he settles into the armchair and watches the pair of you on the couch. “She just needs a good fucking, maybe it’ll satiate her enough before I fill her up as well.” Turning his attention back to the woman underneath him, Steve groans softly at the wild look in your eyes, before he feels your hand moving across his jeans and across his hardening cock. “What are you doin’?” “Helping you, you’ve had me laying here long enough. Now it’s my turn to drive you wild,” speaking huskily as you fumble with his zipper, you yank down his jeans and watch as he kicks them away. “Eddie baby…you’ve got to see this. Sir Steve is packing, you were right, they had to be calling him King Steve for something.” Resting on your knees as you gaze at Steve with awe, you brush your fingers against his dick before pressing your lips along his thigh, and directly against him over his boxers.

“Be a good girl for him, sweetheart. Show him how that pretty mouth of yours works.” Nodding lightly as Steve arches his neck backwards, he runs his hands through his hair as your lips wrap around his cock, and allow yourself to tease your fingers against his abs. “How does she feel?” “Fuck..so good, she’s got a mouth on her, for sure.” Tangling his fingers into your hair, Steve tugs harshly on you, resulting in a muffled moan from deep in your throat. “Such a good girl for Steve huh? Always so obedient for me aren’t you?” Speaking roughly as he joins the pair on the bed, Eddie’s calloused fingers drag along your spine to your hip, and tugs you back against him. “Feel that sweetheart? Do you feel how hard you’re making me, and Steve? Such a greedy little angel, one cock isn’t enough so you’ve got to have two. Gonna have you absolutely screaming our names for us.” Bringing his hand down against your ass, you jolt forward against Steve, choking slightly. “Get up. It’s our turn now, you’ve had enough time to play with us.” Yanking you back upright against his body, Eddie drags his fingers against your nipples, tugging on the sensitive bud roughly. Catching Steve’s eyes briefly, you crook your finger to gesture him forward, before brushing your tongue against your lip. “Come here, wanna kiss you again,” speaking softly as he sandwiches you between himself and Eddie, you waste no time in shoving your tongue into his mouth, and grab at his hair, before pulling his leg between yours.

Dragging yourself against his thigh, you moan softly as Eddie’s hand travels down between your legs and harshly rubs circles against your clit. “Gonna fuck yourself on Steve’s leg huh? Gonna cum all over his skin for us? Show him what a little whore you are, wanna see you rub that sweet little pussy against him until you’re screaming for us,” growling in your ear as his fingers delve into you, Steve falters as Eddie’s words push him closer to his release, and keeps you held against his body as your tongues hungrily wind around each other. “Attagirl, so good for us,” relishing in the hot squelching sounds from between your legs, Eddie brushes your hair away from your neck, before harshly licking and biting at your skin. “Please, need you both, can’t wait anymore,” whining into Steve’s mouth as your body aches with need and desire for both men, Steve grins hazily before falling still. “I don’t have a-“ “you don’t need it man. She’s on the pill. Go wild.” Catching Steve’s bewildered look, Eddie chuckles against your skin, and shakes his head. “Is it just me, or does Steve seem a bit in awe at the fact he gets to cum in you?” Lifting his gaze to Steve, your boyfriend moves back from your body, and gestures to Steve. “You know you won’t get her pregnant, right?” “Y-yeah. Right.” Suddenly the energy in the room shifts slightly, as Eddie crosses his arms across his chest. “Unless that’s what you want, Harrington.” “I uh..” Furrowing your eyebrows as you gaze between both men, you suddenly catch onto what they’re subtly discussing, and you turn to Steve.

“Don’t be embarrassed. We all have our own interests.” Feeling Eddie’s arm snake around you, you turn to look up at your boyfriend and he grins lightly. “I bet Steve here, is just dying to fill you up, and make sure you’re filled to the absolute brim of him. I’m sure he’s just thinking about all the little Harrington nuggets running around. Although I must say, the idea of you pregnant and carrying a baby is delightful, I’m sure Harrington’s got a secret love for it.” Turning your attention back to Steve, you notice his fingers tightly digging into his palm, and you rest your hand against his chest. “Relax. Eddie is just kidding…although I do like the idea of you filling me up, and fucking me absolutely stupid,” speaking softly as you ease up the tension trapped within his hand, you brush your fingers against his, and lead him to the bed. Watching Eddie as he undresses, your eyes fall to his jeans, and watch his fingers expertly unfasten his zipper. “Bed. Now.” Nodding as you do as you’re told, you climb onto the bed and join your boyfriend, and playfully swipe at his dog tag necklace. “Whatever you say dungeon master.” Gesturing Steve to join you, Eddie swipes his hand along your back, and between your legs swiftly. “Eds, that feels so good,” whining softly as you hold yourself up, Steve kneels in front of you, and holds you still. “What do you say Harrington? Gonna fill her up real nice? Pump her full of those little Harrington nuggets? Bet she’d look super damn pretty all pregnant and rounded huh?” Groaning softly at your boyfriends’ words, Steve shifts slightly and you grin. “Come on then Stevie. Use me as your own personal toy,” speaking into his ear as you push his cock into you, you let out a satisfied whine, as his hands pull you into him, and he dips his head into your neck. “If it’s too much, let me know and I’ll stop,” nodding at his words, you gaze back at Eddie, and gesture him to cement himself against your back.

“All yours baby,” assuring your boyfriend as he lines up to slip into you, and you collectively moan as he settles to let you adjust. Turning back to Steve, you nod slightly, gripping onto his arm as he starts drawing in and out of you, before holding you to him, and harshly slaps his hips against yours. Suckling a bruise into your neck, Steve winds his fingers into your hair and tugs your head back. “Fuck..that feels so good, don’t stop,” begging your roommate to keep fucking you, Eddie slowly moves his hips against your ass, and rests his hands on your hips. “Such a good girl. Taking both of us like this. You’re just so greedy,” rasping into your ear as his hand slides up to your throat, Eddie circles your neck with his hand, and tilts your head back as he tightens his grip slightly. “Fuck..yes,” rasping out as his grip tightens, Eddie chuckles slightly as his thrusts get faster and harder, matching Steve as they both drive into you. “How’s she feel Harrington?” “So good. She’s sucking me in so good, such a hungry little pussy huh? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Bet you’d look so pretty all fucked out with me running down your legs.” Feeling your eyes slightly roll back in your head, Eddie holds you tight against his chest, keeping his hand around your throat as he and Steve work you to your release.

“C-can’t hold out much longer, gonna cum, need’ta feel you both,” begging as your body tingles and jolts harshly with theirs, Eddie turns your head to his, roughly shoving his tongue into your mouth, and groans against your lips. “Gonna cum for us baby? Yeah? Only when we decide,” panting heavily as his fingers work on your pussy, you let out a hoarse scream, before dropping your head to Steve’s shoulder. “P-please, can’t wait anymore. Need it so bad, need you both to cum in me,” babbling as your body aches, Steve feverishly slams his hips against yours, groaning heavily as you tangle your fingers into his hair. “Good girl, cum for us yeah? Cum all over Stevie’s cock, he’s waited long enough.” Feeling Steve’s hand tweaking at your nipple, you let out what is possibly the most filthy moan you’ve ever let out, before feeling yourself let go, and gushing all over your thighs and the two men either side of you, as you feel Steve shudder roughly, and feel a pool of heat fill your pussy. “Holy shit baby, did you just-“ “I think she did,” laughing loudly as he groans, Eddie digs his fingers into you harshly as he works himself to his orgasm, and Steve holds you up against him, helping Eddie get off while he fucks you. Feeling Steve’s fingers comb through your hair, Eddie desperately grips onto you, and grunts deep in his throat as he pushes himself to his release. “F-fuck baby, gonna cum, can’t hold it,” whining as he cups your breast, Steve slips out of you, and falls back onto the bed, allowing Eddie to hold you to him to finish. “So c-close,” growling in your ear as he thrusts a few more times before you feel him shudder against you, a familiar sound filling your ear as he slumps against your back, and lets you slip down onto Steve’s chest. “Fuck..that was…” “incredible,” finishing your roommates sentence, you tilt your head up to kiss his jaw, and settle into his body. Feeling Eddie slip behind you, his arm rests across your body, and Steve closes his eyes, allowing you all to lay in silence until Eddie’s voice suddenly fills your ears. “So…same time next week?”

Enjoy the filth. 💋

[imightgetbetter]

our first kiss

ahhhhhhh. hi. it's me. this is so weird. i haven't been nervous to post a story like this in years. probably because it's a totally different fan space and group and all that. there's a first time for everything. i have a whole idea for a series of things i want to write, we shall see if they come to fruition. for now, here you go. just a little something. (this is literally the smallest piece of writing i think i've posted in seven years). have fun <3 happy reading!

Outside, everything is quiet in the simplest of ways – the honking that usually busies the streets has subsided, just a few passing cars beneath them, the lights flickering and the occasional yell or holler from someone on the street echoing around the seemingly empty avenue. One light is shining from the bedroom where the landing leads to, and you can hear a faint grunt and murmured swears as your darling company finally makes his way back to the metal escape. His hand is clutching the neck of the guitar you purchased for his birthday, the back of which is decorated in an array of randomized drawings that somehow felt fitting for him – a carton of cigarettes, a mouse with a cookie, a rose that looked awfully similar to the one you have dried and pressed from your first date. Mouth nursing a cigarette, he teasingly pulls it from your lips as he settles against the railing, the guitar now settled on his thighs and his worn-in notebook propped open with a pen. He reaches for the lighter, cupping the fire around the end until it’s lit and ashy with his inhale.

His hand lays on your knee and squeezes it gently, lovingly. “Can’t have you picking up a bad habit from me, darling. Already have too many of those.”

“You were once a bad habit, you know,” you say, peering at him through hooded eyes masked behind wire-framed glasses, the light from your computer lighting your face. He smirks, shaking his head without saying a word, simply basking in knowing that a bad habit had turned into this, into sharing an apartment in a city you love, into late nights on the fire escape, creating your art together, art that is often about each other, even if you don’t know it. And he doesn’t know it, that the collection of essays being stored in your hard drive are about the lessons of being in love, lessons that you learned with him.

His eyes flicker from where he’s strumming at the heart of the guitar to you, a smile printed on his features that you know well – the smile that comes from your favorite bottle of wine at dinner, a stray glass or two in a shared bath. “Am I still a bad habit, my love?”

“Only when you distract me from my work,” you say, nudging your knee into his calf, a smile toying at the corners of your lips as he nudges you back.

His eyes trail from your eyes to your lips to where your fingers are working diligently against your keyboard. “How far have you gotten today?”

“About halfway into this essay,” you hum, leaning your head to the side, trying to get a peek at the lyrics being scribbled into the notebook. “How’s the song coming?”

“Good, I think. Question for you actually,” he says quietly, aware of the sleeping neighbors and easily disturbed animals surrounding the apartment. He waits for you to nod, closing your laptop quietly to give him your sole attention. “Our first kiss, where was it again?”

“Matthew.”

“In my defense, love, we’d had many drunken kisses before I’d actually kissed you sober and well-intentioned.”

“Are you trying to tell me the other times were ill-intentioned?”

“Yes, I am, actually. I was eighteen, darling. There are no good intentions at eighteen.” His eyes soften when you giggle quietly, the hardened expression washing away from your features as you hum knowingly, and a tiny smile begins itching at your cheeks. “It was during that holiday we took during Christmas. I remember that.”

“Walmart, I think,” you say, the memory suddenly feeling a bit hazy and out of touch. “You’d come to visit me for the holiday break because I couldn’t fly home. I was sick, I wanted a puzzle or something to do while I was stuck alone. You’d grabbed the one I wanted, and I kissed your cheek.”

“I turned my head, and I kissed you,” he says surely, interrupting your recollection of the memory. His smile as he told the story warms you from your head to your toes. He doesn’t need to say that he loves you for you to feel so. “I knew I was going to get the nastiest flu of my life, but I didn’t even care.”

“I yelled at you for kissing me. I didn’t want to get you sick, even though that was a bit of a lost cause considering we were sharing a bed while you stayed with me.”

“And that’s why I kissed you, again,” he says proudly, reaching for your hand and tugging you towards him. You know exactly what he wants you to do, and you do so easily. Closing your laptop, you maneuver yourself over the small space, settling between his open thighs. His arms circle around you, the guitar settled on your thighs, your head laying against his chest. He presses his mouth to your head, “I wish it hadn’t taken so long. I feel like I got years stolen away.”

“Hm?”

“Us, you know?” his murmurs, gently strumming the guitar and leaning his head on your head, humming a melody that surely just came to mind. “I wish I would’ve just moved with you.”

“I don’t,” you say quietly, leaning forward and turning to face him, your hands reaching to cup his cheeks and bring his eyes to meet yours. “I don’t because I love seeing you live your dream, and that wouldn’t have happened if you moved with me. All this happened like it was supposed to, you know that.” Matty’s eyes are pouring into yours, the deepest amounts of love washing over you. “Not to mention, if we weren’t apart, we wouldn’t have like, the best love songs to ever exist.”

Matty laughs, rolling his eyes as you lean your head forward, your nose brushing against his. “I want you with me all the time, you know that?”

“I know.”

“I want so many things with you.”

“And you can have them,” you say, brushing your lips against his ever so slightly. “I’ll be waiting, ready to go.”

[sweet-villain]

Hey There Jealousy ~ E.M

Anonymous asked:

Hello there I am new to your blog and saw that someone sent a request for Eddie being jealous one shot can you do something like that ?

Eddie mumbles underneath his breathe as he peeks through his locker door at the sight of you talking to Patrick. His ears pick up to the sound of your giggle at something that Patrick had said. He took out his notebook and slammed his locker room door shut.

His shoulder slugged as he stared at the ground walking to class but not before he looks back at you with a sorrow look on his face.

He was never going to be the guy that you had eyes for.

" One date Y/N, come on" Patrick had asked you yet again with pleading eyes as he stopped you from making your way to class. Once a week Patrick has been asking you out and every time you told him you had not interest in him. It was true, he wasn't your type. Your type was more of your best friend with long mane of hair, brown eyes, who played guitar, drove a van and had a smile that made your heart flutter.

" No Patrick, sorry" you giggled at how desperate he sound. He threw his hands up as he sighed. " What do you have to lose Y/N? I'm a good guy"

" You're guy not my type, after all you toss balls into laundry baskets" you snickered remembering that time Eddie got on top of the table in the lunch room saying the exact words.

" You're loss L/N" Patrick bumps his shoulder at you making you stumble. You shook your head as you headed off to class.

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" he had the audacity to ask me out there thinking I would say yes this week to him. He's unbelievable. It's like he doesn't know how to say no" you ranted to Eddie who sat next to you, slumped in his chair as he glared down at the open notebook he had been drawing in.

When you plopped down at your seat, next to him and began to tell him how Patrick was yet asking you out again, he couldn't help it but picture your giggling face in his mind standing with Patrick. His nose twitched in anger as his other hand gripped on his notebook.

He slammed it shut causing you to pause in your rant as your eyes turned to him. Eyes filled with concern at his action.

" Eds? Are you okay?" you asked reaching over to put your hand on his arm but he shrugged your touch off as he stood up. He grabbed his notebook off the table as he hurried off from class, passing the teacher who stopped to shout his name.

Your eyebrows frowned and wondered why Eddie was acting like this. You sighed hearing the teacher begin the lesson. You would find him later.

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Things haven't changed as Eddie kept giving you the cold shoulder. His nose kept twitching as he heard your giggle again, this time it was Gareth who kept complimenting you on how the project you had worked with him, was the best thing he has ever heard. He complimented on how neat your hand writing was.

The green monster in Eddie was growing as he munched on his pretzel he had, eyes glaring at the table. You frowned hoping he would look at you just once but he doesn't. Your heart clenches.

" Eds" you call out to him. He hears you but refuse to meet your eyes knowing if he did, he would say something he would regret.

" Your hair is really pretty today" Jeff says. Eddie clutches the bag of pretzels as it makes a crinkling sound. You had worn your hair down but had put extra shine in it since last night was wash day. It was soft too as the unknown freak commented on it.

Eddie slammed the bag of pretzels on the table catching attention of the rest of the Hellfire table as he stood up. Some of the pretzels from the back had gotten out as they laid on the table. Both his hands were placed flat on the table as his brown eyes, no longer shade of brown glared from Gareth to Jeff to the unknown freak before he grabbed his lunchbox and stormed off.

" What's gotten into him?" Jeff asked watching Eddie leave. You sighed as you look down at your lap.

" Do you know what's going on Y/N?" you shook your head when you look up at Dustin as his eyebrow knitted together. Eddie wouldn't talk to you for the rest of the day. You had saw him in the hallway calling his name, but he ran the other way.

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" He's been ignoring me all day. Every time I try to talk to him, he runs the other way. Honestly it's really hurtful" you sighed with your arm on top of the counter in front of Steve and Robin, they were listening about how Eddie was being a jerk to you.

" I don't know what I did wrong to deserve this" Steve knitted his eyebrows together as he shared a look with Robin.

" What happened today? Did he act a certain way?" Robin asks. She thinks she knows what's going on but needs to make sure.

" Well nothing really, Patrick asked me out again and I told Eddie how ridiculous he was being. It looked like Eddie was listening and then he stormed off before the class started. At lunch, Gareth gave me a few compliments, Jeff did too and the unknown freak too and Eddie stood up to look at them before he left. He didn't bother to say anything else"

Steve smirks as he puts two and two together.

" Oh Y/N , you poor blind girl" she shakes her head. Your eyebrow scrunch in confusion on what she was on about.

" How can you not see it Y/N?" Steve asks, " Even I can see the clear picture here."

"What are you guys talking about?" The two shared a look as they mentally face palmed each other before turning to you.

" He likes you Y/N, he is jealous that the other guys are giving you attention while he hasn't gotten to give you any all day"

Your eyes grow wide. Eddie likes you? There was no way.

" Eddie doesn't like me, you guys are pranking me" Robin shakes her head.

" He does like you Y/N. I can see, Steve can see it"

" You like him too, don't you?" Steve asks. He knows you do because every time you look at Eddie, your eyes are in heart shape eyes and you have the biggest smile on your face. He sees how close you like to be with him, always sitting next to him or trying to grab his attention. He sees your flushed cheeks when Eddie calls you " sweetheart."

" How do-" you didn't need to finish the question as both Steve and Robin walked behind the counter and took both of your arms in each of their hands. They pushed to the exit of Family Video.

" Go" Robin says.

" You'll thank us later" Steve says.

" Okay that was rude" Steve stuck his tongue out at you and pointed to your car, " Get your butt in there and drive over to Munson."

You sent him a smile as you raced to your car, throwing the door open with your heart in your throat.

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Your fist raised to bang on Eddie's trailer when the door opened and he stood there with his keys in his hands. He looks like he was ready to head out.

His eyes went wide seeing you there.

" How long have you been standing there?" He asks as he steps outside. He takes a cigarette out of his pack, sticking it in between his lips as he pats his jacket down looking for a lighter.

He takes one out and you take notice of the orang lighter you have gifted to him with a guitar on it and his initials on it. It brought a smile on your face.

" You still have it" Eddie scrunch his eyebrows but follows your line of vision at the lighter in his hands. He nods.

" It was gifted to me by my best friend"

" She must be really great"

He chuckles, " Something like that" he puts the lighter away after lighting up his cigarette.

" What made you come over?" He asks remembering you stood by his door before he opened it to step outside. Oh.

Your heart was racing as you thought about what Robin and Steve had told you. You looked into his brown eyes as they stared back at you.

" Well I.." you swallowed the lump in your throat that was begging to get out and you began to get interested in the ground rather than him. Eddie kept the cigarette at the corner of his mouth as he waited patiently what you needed to say.

" You hurt me today by ignoring me and rushing off before I got a chance to talk to you" Eddie sighed as he looked to the ground, at his Reeboks.

" Listen sweetheart-" you cut him off.

" I wasn't done, Munson" his lips grew in a thin line hearing you call him by his last name rather than Eds or Eddie. He nodded.

" I didn't understand at first why you were in such a mood and then it was like two and two got piece together. I might of needed a little help from Harrington and Buckley" you giggled, shrugging. He chuckled too.

" But I understand now" you nodded searching his eyes for an answer. His brown doe eyes had warmth in them, there was something too there but he was hiding it.

You took a step towards him.

" Why didn't you tell me Eds? Why didn't you tell me how you felt?"

Eddie's eyes got wide and the cigarette in his mouth dropped on the ground. He blinked before stomping on it as he froze hearing what you just asked him.

His mouth felt dry as his hands shook at his side, he looked away to hide the sadness in his eyes.

" I never did because why would you want to be with someone like me? I'm the freak, a loser, and I'm not good enough for you sweetheart. I'm not someone like you should be with" he turns to look at you.

His eyes are glossed over with tears.

" Eds" you call out him, grabbing onto both his hands feeling how sweaty they are. His heart was racing as you took another step, he can feel your breath fanning over his face.

" You are more than enough for me, your not a freak. I don't like it when you call yourself that. You're more than what you think of yourself. You're sweet, you're kind, you're caring, you're funny and one of the best people I know. Hellfire club looks up to you, one day you're going to be a rockstar, Eds. I feel it. But all I wanted was you, Eddie. All I need is you Eddie Munson."

His hands come up to cup your face with both his hands, " I don't need compliments from anyone but you, Eddie. Can't you see? You're all I ever see, all I ever want and need. Eddie Munson, you're everything to me."

His heart swells up with happiness as he pulls you into him, his lips crashing with yours. Your hands rest on his chest as his lips move against yours in a dance.

The kiss is filled withe passion.

You pull away from staring into his brown doe eyes, " I wanna be yours Eds."

" You were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you"

[smuttyaf]

SouthSide Serpent

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: R

features; childhood friends to lovers, loverboy ashton, literally ashton has been pining for y/n, & sum good old smut :)

a/n: idek what to say but hi! i’ve been in retirement for like 4 years and rediscovered this account. i got nostalgic & decided… shit why not write again?

please cut me sum slack tho! i wrote this on my notes app & it’s been years since i’ve written so i would love to hear feedback!

& yes i am hella descriptive and like to build suspense! i can’t help it >.<

also! y/n is heavily based on serena from mtv downtown ( i love her ) & this picture of ashton ( xx )

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The crisp October breeze blew through your hair as the dull taste of your cigarette burns on your tongue; your forefinger and middle finger clenching the nicotine filled paper and pressing it against your lips, drawing in the vapour.

Your head nods along to the music playing before you just two doors down on the opposite side of your street. There was Ashton and his band, either playing covers of their current favourite songs, oldies, or new ones that they’ve all come together and created.

The usual guitar flow and drum beat of Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs blasted through the speakers in the garage as the sound of Luke’s voice sang along on top of the tune.

You hum along to the lyrics as you glared in the direction, your lips peeling away from the filter and letting the smoke settle in your lungs before releasing it. The four boys were all dressed in their usual attire: white shirt, black trousers, beat up old chunky Doc Martins, and their signature SouthSide Serpents leather jackets.

As the wind picks up again you let your free hand tear away from your windowsill and tug the flying strays of your hair in front of your face behind your ear, the chipped black polish on your almond nails coming into view as you remind yourself you needed to get them done.

The bridge of the song is now blaring down the street, causing you to raise your cigarette back to your lips and think to yourself, what a coincidence this song is playing; the lyrics, the time frame, and the memories that all come flowing back as you hear the familiar melody.

It was 2009 and Ashton had invited you over during Christmas break to play Garage Band since Santa gifted it to him because that was the only thing he asked for on his wish list. You were both 8, banging on the drums and singing songs that you both were too young to know or remember from when your parents would play them on the drive home from school. But, for some reason this is the song that stuck with you both the most. Maybe it was the easy lyrics or the amazing beat but from then on it had you hooked to this alternative sound.

Now fast forward to a year ago, your now ex boyfriend Xavier was laying on your bed, finger pads heavy weight on your skin as he drew sloppy hearts on your hip. The wire of the headphones tangled between your shoulder and his wrist as you both listened to his playlist. The familiar intro notes to the song beginning to ring throughout the buds and the tug of your maroon lined lips turn into a smile.

“Already like the song?” He asked, brown eyes rested on top of dark circles scattered with freckles as he smirked down at you.

“I love it.” You sheepishly said.

The wind knocks you back into reality as it pushes through your window again, only making you remember how much you loved October; the weather changing, leaves blooming, smell of the rain just before it hit the concrete, the sound of the leaves dragging along the pavement, and the endless horror movie marathons that would run on AMC.

The orange, brown, and green leaves spin in the breeze and rustle along the branches as the sun stood brightly among the houses along the horizon. From your view on the windowsill you can see houses upon houses before you see the local water tower and old plazas that scream they need new merchant signs and fresh cement.

Your eyes flick to the lonesome string popping out of your black long sleeve before the sound of your phone’s text tone goes off, your eyes darting to the message running across the screen.

Stop watching me

Ashton’s text read, making you roll your eyes before placing them on the dark hair boy who had a goofy grin on his face from your view, his drum sticks were stuffed in one had and the other held his lit up phone.

With a smile on yours, you let the hand that rested in the crook of your neck tear away from the warm flesh and your middle finger stand in the air as a response.

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Clothes were thrown in every direction of your room as you let your eyes drag along your frame in the mirror, your loose knitted black sweater hung off one of your shoulders as low waisted charcoal jogging pants rested on your hips. Your hair was in its loose waves as your curtain bangs swept against your temples, your fingers curling into themselves in frustration as you tried to not stress over how you look.

You didn’t want to over enhance your appearance to see Xavier since he wanted to meet up to get “closure” -even though he was the one who called it off despite your many pleas- but you wanted to make him feel bad for even deciding to drop you.

A frustrated sigh left your wine stained lips before turning around and sticking your feet into your ruined Converse. The low muffled sound of Xavier’s Prelude is heard out your window and you feel your heart drop.

You never understood why you always felt this way about him and why you couldn’t just get over this stupid boy who likes to break up with you every other month, a new reason every single time. The constant tears, text threads, and blocking to unblocking seemed to never get exhausting to you because you were always back in the same place, wondering if you overdressed to see your ex for closure.

The chime of Xavier’s specific text tone rings through your room and you already know what it says, so without checking you twisted your foot into your shoe to fit perfectly before you reach over and grasp your phone in your hand and tug your way to the window sill. Fingers pressing the frame up and letting the fall air sweep into your room before crouching down and fitting yourself through the frame and safely scale down the roof, onto the sturdy vine wall filled with dead clematis that prickled on your palms the way down before your feet landed on the short cut grass.

As you turned away from the wall and begin tugging your feet towards the black coupe, your eyes catch on the tall frame standing on their front step as an amber light glows slightly illuminating his face. You already know this is Ashton, so with a slight smile you let your index finger rest against your coated lips, a gesture to him to be quiet.

The only response he gives is his head nodding off to the side with smoke trailing out of his mouth.

The smile quickly falls as your fingers clench the car door handle and tug it open, the smell of him crashing down on you as you sit in the familiar leather, the hum of the engine vibrating under you as the car peels off.

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The tinge of tequila burned on your buds as you felt the room spinning, the sound of chatter and shouts are heard from below you as the bass of Destroy Lonely’s song can be heard in the room you barged into when you gave up on waiting for Tabitha; who said she wouldn’t be long with the curly haired new kid in her history class.

Red solo cup was loosely clenched in your right hand as left was lazily running through your hair at random moments as you laid against the cottage floral bed sheets.

Here you were, back in the same spot you always found yourself in: drunk, heartbroken, and thinking about a boy who doesn’t even care about you. The constant routine of wanting him, then wanting to be far away but craving him every other second burned into your heart. The comfort and familiarity of him that you missed always overlooked every excuse he gave you whenever he broke things off.

Last month he said he needed time to himself, this month he told you that he was confused and didn’t know what he wanted; frankly he lost feelings for you, at least that was what he says now. Those words kept on replaying in your mind as if that was your favourite song. The way he sounded emotionless yet unsure that, that was what he really wanted.

And just with those thoughts, tears were flowing down your temples. Eyes blurring as the voice replayed in your head, the memory of him sitting beside you and saying that, to then recollect memories of how sweet and endearing the boy you loved in the beginning grew cold to your touch and looked into your hopeful eyes with detached ones.

The popcorn ceiling was fuzzy in your sight as the tears spill over your waterline and beads down the sides of your face. You already knew your cheeks were heated up, the liner and eyeshadow that was occupying your bottom lashes was smudged and probably slipping away with the liquid as a sniffle wrinkled through your nose.

God you hated this; the empty feeling of missing someone who you know you shouldn’t want but yet crave so badly. Why him? Why you?

As you were deep in thought you hear the rustle of the door knob before it turns and the music that pours from outside reaches into the empty depths of the room, the sound of footsteps halting and a sharp intake of breath being heard, but you don’t dare look away at the ceiling. Frankly, you could care less about who sees you crying your eyes out on this outdated duvet with ruined make up.

“Fuck my bad!… Wait Y/N?” The recognizable voice of your childhood friend is heard before the door is closing shut.

The weight of him sinks next to you on the bed as you let your eyes close and the final stream of tears leave your eyes.

“I look desperate don’t I.” You state, voice raspy from the strain in your throat as the usual feeling of a ball is formed.

“I think you look sad,” He points out, making you snort as the hand that was lazily playing in your hair tears away and feels the sheet below you.

“No shit,” You mumble before letting your eyes peel open.

“You and Xavier broke up again?” Ashton questions, the sound of his zippers clashing from his jacket as he shuffles around.

You only hum in response before you let both of your arms sit you up on the bed, your back standing straight as your hands cradle the solo cup. Your eyes stare down at your ruined pantyhose beneath your mini lace black skirt before they flicker to look at the hazel boy.

Eyes connecting with yours, you hear his breath hitch as he draws in your appearance. Cheeks with a glow of cherry red sweeping the bones under your eyes that are damp with black eyeshadow, your eyes were still puffy and red rimmed as they batted slowly up at him.

“He doesn’t know what he wants,” You let out, your eyes rolling before letting your plum coloured lips take a sip of the warm mixture of Pepsi and tequila.

“Oh?” He says in confusion, bushy eyebrows coming together trying to figure out how that could be since he saw you two together three nights ago.

“I’m so sick of being with these screwed up guys all the time,” You state, hand tearing away from the cup to dig your nails into the rips of your stockings.

“Really?”

“I have such crummy luck or taste? What is it with girls like me? All a guy has to say is, he can’t express his feelings or he listens to Deftones and it’s like my head tips right over and my brain start to slip out of my ear.”

Ashton lets out laugh, the beer bottle he’s holding by the neck resting on his knee as he stares down at you. “So which one is Xavier?”

“Both,” You scoff while sticking out your tongue in disgust.

“You know… if you wanted to, I’m sure you could have a different great guy to go out with every night,” Ashton assures, a smirk tugging on your lips as you decide to ignore the glint of promise in his eyes.

“No way, I’ve always been a mess. Remember Cleo?” Your second boyfriend that seemed to be stuck on your hip but ironically found someway to cheat on you every weekend yet you still dumbly went back to him every. single. time.

The feeling of your sheer button up rubs against your arm as you let your hand fall against your hip and feel your black crop top tight to your skin.

“Maybe you just need to talk to someone who isn’t your usual type,” Ashton points out. Your head nods a few beats as your thick wedged heeled boots run over the wooden flooring.

“Maybe I’ll be luckier if I tried dating someone nice for a change,” Voice hopeful as your eyes dart away from the bubbly dark liquid into Ashton’s brown hues.

“Nice guys,” Ashton says with a smile, both of his hands tearing away from his knees as if to gesture to himself in this equation.

A laugh escapes your lips before your eyes run over Ashton’s frame from head to toe.

“What are you getting at Irwin?” You say with a pointed brow, playing stupid to the implication.

“Oh nothing..” He sings while tearing his eyes from yours, toothy smile still spread on his lips before he takes a swing of his beer.

You shake your head with annoyance before your hazy eyes look down at your lap, your hands resting on the cup and drumming a random tune.

“Honestly Y/N… I think you’re a really great girl and…. I just think maybe…” His words a scrambled mess and trailing off. You smile to yourself before turning to look back at him.

“Mm?” You question, the fifteen percent liquor coursing through your bloodstream and giving you confidence as you lean into this chest, eyes never tearing away from his. Because if Ashton was going to give you hopeful eyes and stuttering speeches you might as well put the ‘nice guy’ to the test and see if he was really about what he said.

That only made his lips break into a smirk, his tongue sneakily gladding along his bottom lip to wet it before looking into you daringly.

That only made you squish your plucked eyebrows together in question. How did the stuttering boy from just a view seconds ago all of a sudden turn cocky and confident? How many drinks did he have? Or was it the weed that clung to his jacket that gave him the boost.

“I think you should give me a chance,” He nips back, and before you can even respond to him, you watch his neck crane down and press his lips against yours.

The crisp taste of his beer stung your lips as they opened and immediately danced along with his tongue. White liquor and brown meeting together to taste each other and leave an acquired flavour in your mouths.

You hummed along to the feeling of his tongue circling against yours before peeling away and molding your lips to sink against each other. Your heart was beating through your chest, nails now digging into your plastic cup and head ducked back as you continue to press your mouth against his.

The feeling of his cold hand pressing against your neck caused you to shudder and tear away from his lips for a second, your eyes peeling open as they look in front of you. Black hair loosely falling on his forehead, the smell of his husky cologne clogging your senses, and the feeling of his fingers now dancing along the back of your neck.

“What are we doing Ash?” You breathe against his lips.

“Something that I’ve always wanted to do,” He says, making your heart launch. You bite down on your bruised lip and tear your eyes away from his, your stomach twist as you try and gain some self control as you almost fling yourself on top of him.

Something that he always wanted to do? You never really found yourself desirable to the point we’re men would see you in that type of light? But maybe what Ash said was just a simple lie, just so he can get what he wants and frankly you don’t even care. You’ve heard lies your whole entire life when it came to boys and this wasn’t any different, maybe you should just let your mind shut off from your stupid ex and just be in the moment for once.

So with that final thought, not having a care in the world, you drop the red cup in your hand and let your lips launch back onto his. Ashton follows your movements and the sound of the nearly empty beer bottle drops onto the hard wood, his right hand now resting along your neck as you both kiss each other.

Warm breaths, beating hearts and the sound of music is the only thing heard in the room as you lick into each others mouths. Soon you feel the weight of Ashton nudging you to lay back on the bed as he lies on top, you feel the cold zippers from his jacket press against your skin and all you can do is moan.

The feeling of his left hand tears away from the hairs on the nape of your neck and dance down your collar bone before letting it cup your breast in his hand, kneading the soft tissue which only makes another moan slip through you.

He pulls away from your lips and begins to suck and press kisses along your pulse, your hands that lie by your side now running up the sleeves of his jacket and into his hair.

A whimper spills out as you feel his hand tug your tank down and free your naked breast, he engulfs it in his cold palm making you let a shaky breath escape before you’re curling your fingers in his hair, the feeling of him twisting your nipple makes you bite down on your bottom lip. The pleasurable pain you feel running up your spine making your shoulders slightly buck off the bed.

“Hmm…” Ashton hums in your neck before tearing away, his eyes once such a light brown and green hue, now a chestnut and forest green colour filled with lust.

Your fingers tug away from his hair as he now descends down your body, his warm lips pressing kisses to your exposed skin as you let your hands tear your blouse and tank off. Your eyes never leaving his as he watches you undress. His lips now press against your pieced belly button as his fingers tear away from your chest and roughly takes your skirt by the band and peels it down your hips, your stockings following soon after.

Not wasting a moment he lets his mouth press against you covered core, lips pressing small kisses against your heat making you quietly moan. You wanted so desperately to tug Ashton into you and make him start devouring you right there but instead you let your hands trail back into his hair and play around with his locks.

Small kisses soon turn into open mouth licks, his wet muscle running up and down your clothed slit that it had your head digging back into the sheets, your legs spreading wider and whimpers endlessly trailing out.

“Ash.. please..” The words slip out so quiet that you assume he didn’t hear from the pulsing music below you, but instead your met with the feeling of his finger pulling your panties to the side and his tongue finally meeting you were you desired.

It circles around your clit gently before you feel his lips suck it into his mouth, a moan drawls from your throat due to the sensation. Soon enough, he’s letting his mouth discover the way you taste which only elects a moan from him. His tongue now dipping in between your two lips and curling around your insides.

“Oh my,” You moan as your fingers dig into his hair, eyes closing shut as you begin to slowly move your hips to the movement of his tongue.

The feeling of his right hand breaks away from your thigh and flows to your hips, his nails leaving small indents as you feel his other hand move away from your panty and rub against your clit.

The feeling of him humming against you sends a vibrating pleasure down your back as he continues to lick you, this only made your toes curl and your hands to fall out of his hair and onto his leather shoulders.

“Fuck,” You moan, your hands tugging him gently away from you as you feel your climax about to overcome your nerves.

And just as you feel it on the tip of your toes, the mouth between your legs pulls away beginning to press wet kisses up your thigh, his hand that once laid against your heat now meeting with the other at your hips.

A groan leaves you as your eyes tear open and look down at him. He mischievously looks up at you, his kisses now run up your stomach once again to lead to your neck.

“Upset?” He teases, only making you shudder at the rasp in his voice.

“I want you Ash,” You say breathlessly, turning your head to knock his out the way and look him in the eyes. “Please,” You utter, fingers now leaving his shoulders and brushing against his rip cage covered by his white tee.

Without any hesitation, Ashton is pulling away from your embrace and leaning back. He shrugs off his jacket, tugs his shirt over his head, his fingers going to the back of his baggy jeans to pull out his wallet to dig through before you see a gold package flash. If your cheeks could burn any brighter they differently would.

The mixture of his clothes and yours are strung through out the room, both of your shoes kicked to the bottom of the bed as he now shuffles his way back up to his original position.

Without question your hand meets the band of his boxers as you begin to inch them down his waist, wanting to return the favour.

“I think that can wait love, I rather be in you right now,” He breathes against your neck, only making your heart stutter. A sheepish smile tugs at your lips as you feel him twist around and lay on his side, his hands laying on your hips, turning you into the same position.

Your head rested on his arm as your back laid against his chest, hips aligned with each other as the feeling of his smell overcomes you. His knees prop up your legs as you hear the tearing of the condom package.

Deciding to distract yourself you let your eyes fall looking at Ashton. His black hair a tossed mess from your fingers, hazel eyes drawn to wear you both meet as he begins to run his member against your heat.

A whimper leaves your lips as you close your eyes when you feel him push inside, his hand now propping up your thigh as he eases into you.

He nudges your head forward and begins sucking kisses down the expanse of your neck, the feeling of his heart beating against your back and the smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne was filling your nose.

“Feels so good,” He mumbles against your skin, his arm that rested under your head turning slightly as he runs his hand against your wrist and takes your fingers into his, lacing them together as you continue to feel him stretch you out.

You never expected Ashton to have a thick piece but you also didn’t expect to be in this exact position right now, literally. Your childhood friend having his way with you while you were both drunk off each other and the alcohol in your systems.

His hips meet your backside before drawing back and pushing back in, your walls expanding with each thrust as you feel him begin a good pace. Moans begin to fall from your mouth, your eyes fluttering open every few seconds as your skin burns from the bruises soon to appear on your pulse from the black haired man beside you, skin still stuck to his lips.

“You’re moans are so pretty,” He breathes against you, his hand that was holding up your thigh runs up your hips to your chest, letting your leg fall as he takes one of your breasts and squeezes it gently.

All you can do is hum at his words because you’re too overstimulated to speak. The feeling of his thickness drawing in and out of you so heavily has you nodding off at the sensation, his fingers intertwined with yours beings to squeeze them together as the hand that was on your breast meets with his head at your neck.

“You like me fucking you,” He says into your ear as his hand squeezes your throat gently.

You nod your head as you feel your eyes slip close, and you were completely wrecked. He was so dirty yet gentle with you, peppering you with kisses yet digging into you so devilishly that it had your mind distraught.

“You like the way I feel inside you,” He continues, his hand growing more tight around your throat.

“Ash…” You say breathlessly, as your hand that rested against the bed sheets rises up and places it against the one making you breathless but encouraging your climax.

“Mm I like the way you feel around me,” He eggs on, and that makes you cry out, your back pushing pack and meeting his hips.

The feeling of your stomach twitching and legs quivering to close makes your head tip back even more against Ashton as you feel your orgasm on the brink.

That has him taking his hand away from your throat and slips it to lift your thigh back up as he continues to thrust into you, his lips press more kisses against your neck.

Your toes curl as the knot in your stomach expands and releases, the satisfying sensation washing over you as you let a deep breath break through your lips with a moan.

“Fuck,” Ashton hisses as he feels you twitch around him, the contractions from your high throwing him into his; his hips stutter before rocking back into you slowly, teeth gently digging into your skin, his breath being blown over the expanse of it.

The thickness of him slips out which causes your eyes to open, his hand dropping your thigh to wrap around your hips as his head buries into your neck.

The room is quiet for a moment as the only thing that can be heard is your hearts calming down and the chatter from down below.

“I would give you more kisses but I’ve made a mess on your neck,” His voice vibrates against you, that only makes you let out a broken laugh.

“I don’t even wanna know what it looks like,” You reply, your hand that rested on the duvet linking with his that rest along your stomach.

This felt nice, the amazing sex and cuddling session after. The room just being quiet and the only thing that can be heard is your breaths and beating hearts. This was so spontaneous that you still can’t even wrap your mind around what happened.

“How would you feel about doing this more often?” Ashton says after a few minutes, his chest moving as he pulls his head away from your neck to lie back against the pillows.

Having casual sex with him? You ponder on the idea. It was definitely one of the best you have ever had, he felt amazing and checked off every box when it came to how to please you. You couldn’t even lie and say that you didn’t find Ash attractive, you are also now officially single, free to due what we you wanted, so fuck it.

“Like… Friends with benefits?” You say, your thumb running against his hand still linked with yours by your head.

“Yeah, friends with benefits,” He confirms.

You let your head swish from side to side as you feel the burning sensation of his love bites strain against your neck as you let out a sarcastic hum to yourself as if you’re thinking it over.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

[daisyful-gvf]

sunlight ; a one shot

18+

i blinked and this happened

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He’s been plucking away at the guitar for a half hour or so, soft acoustic melodies, as you curl up beside him and read. But after you look at him a moment too long, you have to reach out and soothe your hand over him.

The tangles in his hair catch on your fingers, and he giggles as you fight to unstick them.

“Hi,” he says, voice low and soft. He peeks over at you, eyes light in the sunshine.

“Hey there,” you murmur back, “That a new song?”

He shrugs, “Not yet.”

You nod and continue to play with his hair. His eyes close, but he keeps playing.

Your stare wanders down to his fingers, which move quickly and precisely along the frets. He plucks with his right hand so effortlessly. Quickly, with the warm sun on your skin from the large open windows, and from the way you can smell his cologne, things shift.

Careful to avoid bumping the guitar, you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek. His eyes flutter open, and he smiles gently at you.

“Wanna kiss,” you say, and he nods, tilting his head up toward you.

His lips slot warm with yours, familiar and soft, and he hums as your mouth opens gently against his.

“Angel…” it’s a soft breath as his fingers stutter for the first time on a chord.

You just kiss him more, licking at his tongue, until a shaky breath escapes him and the guitar goes mute.

“Hang on,” he says quietly. You part long enough for him to slip the guitar off his lap and set it gently on the floor.

With a genuine force, he grabs at your hips and pulls you into his denim clad lap, giving you full access to press your body against his. He sucks on your bottom lip when you kiss him again, his hands travel up your curves to your waist.

“What’s this about, mm?” He separates from the kiss and nuzzles against your cheek.

“You looked too pretty,” you murmur.

“Oh?” he laughs lightly, “Sorry about that, dear. Couldn’t focus on your book?”

You hum out an agreement and his lips find your jaw.

“Never get any work done with you around,” he says affectionately, “How am I supposed to practice, Angel?” He licks at your neck and your hands tighten in his hair.

“You don’t need practice,” you sigh, letting your head fall to the side so he can continue his journey down it.

“No?” You can hear his grin, “Do I already play perfect for you?”

“Mmhm,” you play his game, answer his question.

“Hmm,” he nips gently at your skin, “What else do my hands do perfectly?”

“Jake…” you sigh and grind down into his lap, quickly falling victim to his teasing.

“Tell me, Angel,” his hands skirt under your shirt, rubbing over the expanse of your back, “Do I touch you just how you like?”

Your breath stutters as you nod, grinding down again. He groans softly at the feeling.

“Yes,” you gasp, “Please.”

“Please touch you?” He licks at your collar bone, and you’re reduced to whining.

“Yes,”

He chuckles against your skin before he relents, “Okay. Up,” he taps your thigh, “Take these off.”

When you slip off of his lap and tug your sweats off, he tilts his hips up and unbuttons his jeans, sliding them and his underwear down to his ankles. You stare, surprised by his movements.

“What?” he smirks, “Thought you were gonna get naked without me?”

He’s already mostly hard against his thigh, covered just slightly by the hem of his shirt. You scramble back onto his lap, straddling him. He looks up at you, his eyes still glowing in this light, his skin tan.

“Gonna take your shirt off for me?” He grins. You nod and tug it over your head, leaving yourself bare.

He quickly shifts to ease you back some, holding your weight in his arms behind you, and bending down to suck one of your breasts. It draws a soft whine from you and he hums, taking his time with slow movements of his tongue.

When he comes up, his lips are bright pink, and you meet them in a fervent kiss.

You can feel his hands wander as you kiss him; they travel over your hips, squeeze at your thighs, brush over your stomach, up to your waist. He cups your breasts softly once more before one of his hands dips down, two of his fingers finally circling your clit.

It steals your breath, like he knows it will, and he presses his forehead to you as you come up for air.

“That what you wanted?” His voice is sly. You just nod dumbfoundedly as he touches you. It’s brief, before he slips the fingers further down and immediately curls them into you.

“Oh,” you let your head drop and bite at his clothed shoulder, which makes him groan in return.

He pumps his fingers in and out for a minute or so as you squirm in his lap, before finally, with a ragged breath, he pulls them out and slides his fist around himself.

“Lift up, angel. Need you,” he says quietly into your hair, easing your thigh upward with his free hand.

You watch his face as he lines up with you, letting you sink yourself down around him. His eyelashes flutter and he bites down on his already swollen bottom lip.

You groan in tandem as you seat against his lap fully.

“You feel like heaven,” he sighs, trailing his hands over your sides repeatedly, “Go slow for me, okay?”

Nodding, you find the strength to lift yourself slightly, beginning to fuck yourself on him. You go slow like he asks, and the way he moves inside you sends your eyes rolling back.

“Feel good?” he murmurs.

You whimper out a yes and brace yourself on his shoulders as you ride him slowly.

“You’re so warm,” his voice trembles.

You just nod absentmindedly, focused too much on the way he’s dragging and stretching inside you for his words to hold any weight. He buries his head into the crook of your neck as you move, his hands holding tight at your waist.

It’s quiet and almost serene as you move slowly with him, his body adjusting with yours, the scent of him all around you, the warm sun on your skin.

He leans back against the couch, then, holding your waist as you bounce harder, chasing an end.

“You’re so hot,” he says, breathless, “Cum with me, angel, come on,” his lips hang open and he watches you, almost in a trance, his eyes moving from where your bodies meet, to your breasts, to your face, and back again.

“Almost—I—”

He holds you tighter, helping you move.

“Come on, sweetheart, cum on my cock nice and pretty.”

That does it, and you’re collapsing against him, tightening around him as you muffle your scream into his shirt fabric. He’s stringing off a line of curses, holding you close and pushing up into as hard as he can, throbbing with his release.

The comedown is quiet, with chests heaving and gentle kisses placed here and there.

“Better?” he murmurs into your cheek, sealed with a kiss.

“Yeah,” you giggle, “Let’s try not to ruin this couch when we get up.”

He chuckles back, lifting you off of him, following behind you to the bathroom where you’ll drain all the hot water with a long afternoon shower.

fin.

[karmic-vibes]

Hopelessly Devoted to You

one-shot inspired by this prompt. enjoy!

cw: n/a :)

wc: 1.9k

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“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah, why not?” Steve shrugged as he finished scribbling in the rest of his sign.

“He’s not even gonna see you.”

“Nance, just let him do what he wants,” Robin sighed.

“Yeah, Nance. Okay, you two dimwits ready to go?”

“Yes, dingus, we’ve been ready.”

It was Corroded Coffin’s annual Halloween gig at the Hoosier Dome—the lead singer, Eddie Munson, always insisted on playing his home state during the most sacred time of year. It sold out in minutes. Fans were hunched over their phones and laptops, waiting in the endless queue, hoping they were able to score tickets.

Given that Steve has been a die-hard fan since their first album (mainly because he found Eddie cute), he was a verified-fan on Ticketmaster, scoring him first dibs to all their big events. As much as he’d wanted floor tickets, him, Robin, and Nancy didn’t have enough money pooled, so they all settled for the lodge.

Steve insisted that the girls make signs too, as Eddie always set time aside to read through everyone’s insane, unhinged messages, but they refused. They kept insisting that Eddie wouldn’t be able to see, but that didn’t stop Steve. He figured Eddie wouldn’t be able to see a whole message, so instead he settled for a single word: DADDY?

Robin and Nancy called him crazy, but Steve’s rationale was that if he can’t see it anyway, what’s the harm?

The entire group dressed up as Teen Titans—Robin was Raven, Nancy was Starfire, and Steve was Robin (confusing? Yes. None of them thought that far ahead? Also, yes). They waited in line, got a few beers to sip while the openers performed, and before they knew it, it was showtime.

Corroded Coffin were dressed up as townspeople from The Nightmare Before Christmas, but Eddie was nowhere in sight. All of a sudden, the soft plucking of an acoustic guitar picked up and fog covered the floor of the stage. Eddie’s voice rang throughout the arena, soft and soothing—unlike anyone had ever heard him before.

“I sense there’s something in the wind, that feels like tragedy’s at hand,” he started.

A small trapdoor slowly opened as he sang, letting all the fog sink into it. The guitar plucked on, Eddie’s voice continued blessing everyone’s ears—then, he began to emerge as not Jack, but as Sally, dress and all.

“The worst is just around the bend. And does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see… how much he means to me?”

He stopped singing and the guitar paused—the arena went pitchy black. Confused chittered filled the air, but was quickly stopped when all lights were on Eddie wailing on his guitar, breaking into a quick solo. The crowd erupted with cheers as he showed off his skills to his devoted fans. He carried on with singing, ditching the somber tune.

“I think it’s not to be,” he continued. The rest of the band joined in, turning the sad ballad into a newfound rock anthem. “Try as I may, it doesn’t last. And will we ever, end up together? No, I think not, it’s never to become…” The lights flickered before going out again, all instruments and singing coming to a halt. The spotlight shone on Eddie, who returned to his somber tune. “For I am not the one…”

The entire arena was filled with people who were screaming, cheering, and chanting. The lights came up enough to show the rest of the band. Eddie chuckled to himself before taking a sip of his complimentary beer.

“How’re we feeling tonight?” he asked—everyone screamed. “Good, good. Happy Halloween, whores. Thanks for making it out, tonight.”

“We love you, Eddie!” Someone yelled.

“And I have no idea who you are. Alright, let’s kick this bitch.”

The concert continued on with a bang. They sang their usual line-up with a few Halloween-esc songs sprinkled in between. That was the real draw to this concert—it was nearly an entire hour longer because of all the covers he did.

As Eddie finished singing I Put a Spell on You by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, he took a few more sips of his beer before drawing his attention to the several signs people created for him.

“Eddie, adopt me! No!” he chuckled. “I missed my aunt’s wedding for this! Good, fuck your aunt. Um, alright…” He scanned the crowd for the next sign. “Eddie (or all of CC) do my BeReal? Yeah, fuck it. Throw me your phone.”

As the audience member tossed him the phone and he snapped the pictures, the camera crew focused in on one sign in particular—Steve’s. Robin and Nancy nudged him as he stood there, beet red in the face. The crowd was going crazy.

“Wow, I didn’t think you guys would have liked watching me take a picture that much,” he laughed to himself.

The people in the pit started yelling in protest, pointing to the arena’s central screen. Eddie cocked a brow and ran to where he could see it.

“Is that what you were screaming for?” The crowd erupted as the camera was still displaying Steve, holding his DADDY? sign up loud and proud. “Sorry… How’re you, sir?” Eddie smiled.

Steve gave him a thumbs up and beamed. Eddie ran over to the edge of the stage, getting as close to Steve’s section as he could. He extended an arm and smirked at the boy.

“Yes?” Everyone cheered as Steve nearly fainted. “Yes?” Steve started dying laughing as the surrounding fans continued yelling. “I fear there may be a communication barrier from this distance.”

“It’s okay, I love you!” Steve yelled, despite Eddie not being able to hear.

“But just know… yes?”

Steve flashed a Cheshire smile at the rockstar as he blushed up to his ears. Steve lowered the signs and blocked out the world around him. He fell back in his seat in awe, dropping his sign to his feet. Robin and Nancy were desperately trying to get his attention, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen. He’d rather stay in a state of bliss.

Eddie finished up reading through his posters before moving on to his next song. He smirked up the Steve as he went back to his set list.

“This next one goes out to my new baby, apparently,” Eddie teased, winking at Steve. “I was feeling done in, couldn’t win. I’d only ever kissed before…”

Steve’s eyes bulged out of his head as Eddie started singing a rocked out version of Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me (apparently dedicated to him). Steve sat in shock as Eddie pranced around the stage, like the sex symbol he was, singing a song about losing your virginity.

This had to be a dream.

Steve tried to muster his way through the rest of the concert as butterflies did backflips in his stomach.

His long-time crush, Eddie Munson, noticed him and called him his baby!? There was no way is was all real.

A few days later, after Steve managed to compose himself (which was hard to do, considering his social media pages were flooded with different views of his interaction with Eddie), he posted a video of himself hanging and framing the poster.

Thinking nothing of it, he hit upload, only expecting Robin, Nancy, and maybe Dustin go like it. But to his surprise, it went viral. Nearly a million likes and over six million views.

Shit. No way Eddie hasn’t seen this.

I’m awe, Steve posted to his Instagram story, blabbering on about how much attention it was getting. He turned off his notifications and left his phone alone for a while, trying to relieve himself of some of the stress.

That evening, when he did a final scroll through of his socials, he came back to over fifty messages of people who swiped up on his story. But one in particular stuck out.

eddiemunson: yes, baby?

“Oh my god… oh my god!”

His fingers were trembling beneath his touch as he typed out an equally cheeky reply.

kingsteve: oh, daddy, and to think, i never thought you’d answer

eddiemunson: baby teases back i see

kingsteve: only for you, munson

eddiemunson: oh, i like the sound of that

kingsteve: so, when are you taking me out?

eddiemunson: when’re you free ;)

Several months passed and the boys began seeing each other and becoming romantically involved. They slowly started teasing each other on their socials, never showing their faces or displaying any incriminating details.

It wasn’t until nearly a year in, right as the following annual Halloween concert was rolling around, when the hints became less subtle. Steve was attending concerts regularly (in blocked off sections with other friends/family of the band), and Eddie was slowly showing off more features of his pretty boyfriend.

This year, Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin were people from Scooby-Doo—Eddie was Shaggy, and other members were different monsters. But where was the rest of the crew? Well, standing with Steve on the sidelines was Robin dressed as Velma, Nancy as Daphne, and Steve as Fred.

Similar to years prior, they opened with a Halloween themed song, then continue with their normal set list with a few covers here and there. Right around the midpoint in the show, Eddie started going around reading posters. Thinking he was funny, Steve resurrected the DADDY? poster.

Eddie made his way over to Steve’s area, knelt down at the edge of the stage, cocked his head to the side and smirked at Steve.

“Yes, baby?” he beamed.

The crowd burst into cheers, but they had no clue what was coming.

Steve smiled as he bit the insides of his cheeks, flipping the sign over to reveal another message.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Eddie dropped his mic as he blushed up to his ears, and walked away, smiling like an idiot. Steve proudly stood there, waiting for an answer.

The crowd was chanting at him, some things were good, some were bad. Meanwhile, the boys were having an entire silent conversation through their looks. Eddie eventually picked his mic up again, kneeling back into his previous position.

“I hope you know, you’re becoming a Munson,” he said.

“That’s okay!” Steve laughed. “So is that a yes?”

“Of course, stupid.” He winked as he strutted over to the other side of the stage, starting his next song.

Steve fell back into Robin and Nancy’s arms, gasping in relief. He was so caught in his own head, he didn’t even realize what Eddie was singing until he reached the chorus.

“But now, there’s nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside, I’m out of my head. Hopelessly devoted, to you…”

The song carried on and Steve was swaying back and forth, listening to his fiancé’s lovely voice. Then came the final bridge.

“But now, there’s nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside, I’m out of my head. Hopelessly devoted, to you…” Eddie walked to the edge of the stage and tossed Steve a velvet black box. Steve (barely) caught it, as Eddie caught him off guard. Eddie winked before finishing out the song. “Hopelessly devoted to you…”

Steve snapped open the box, revealing a diamond incrusted band—he looked up with tears in his eyes. He ditched Robin and Nancy and charged the stage (in the walking path for the band). He shimmied his way past some amps, much to the security’s dismay, and met eye-to-eye with Eddie.

“Hopelessly devoted… to—” Steve yanked him down by his chain and forced him into a kiss. Eddie smiled uncontrollably before breaking away and running his thumb across Steve’s bottom lip. “You…”

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Smoky Old Barrooms, Saving Grace & Guitars - Chapter Three

A/N: … Y'all this one is just so Awwww we find out what's the matter with Grace, we meet her sister Kelly and her fiancé Benny, and then we see what Dean is feeling and the rest is just beautiful but sad moments. I hope y'all like it, also just a little side note, the song/poem that was used was written by me. Okayz that's it for now my bugs, I hope you enjoy, let me know okay. Love y'all, bye-bye Warnings: 18+ Only Mentions of a medical condition, bit swearing, heartache, Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Benny Lafitte, Grace Tucker, Kelly Tucker Words: 1474 Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google Side Note: Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories

Also song is: Charles Esten "Out of the blue" - Yes I am struggling with my Signal, some stuff works the rest doesn't. Xo but anywayz love y'all.

There's melodies playing over the radio station as the Chevy Impala roars down the road, Dean hums with the Led Zeppelin song, as he takes in the early sunrise, he always tries to drive out to the spot where he clears his mind, sometimes with some black coffee, other times with some beer or bourbon, it just really depends on the mood. But this morning he feels lighter, after the last couple of weeks, he met that beautiful woman again, turns out she was the other artist Bobby wanted him to sing with, not that he's complaining, there's something about her, he just can't explain, but her light is so contagious, she seems so carefree so happy. Oh damn and her voice, she sounds like an southern angel. The Radio presenter breaks his deep thoughts.  "And now, what we all have been waiting for, Ladies and Gents, Cowboys and Cowgirls, the one and only Grace Tucker" Dean immediately turns the radio up, what are the odds.

Her sweet voice comes over the speaker, "Howdy Rick," she let's out a soft giggle "I'm so honored to be here with y'all, thank you for having me"

"So tell me Grace, how did you manage it to bring out two albums in a year?"

"I've got a great manager and producer, Kelly, my sister, and if the creativity has a hold of you, you got to run with it"

Laughing now, "It must be fun working with your sister?"

"Yes, she is amazing, she keeps me in line and helps me remember the important stuff, I love her so much, and wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for her, and all of you of course"

"You don't see family working so closely together anymore, so tell me Grace, do you think your new album with reach platinum status?"

Laughing, "I'm not sure, I guess it depends if the listeners will like it"

"Tell us a bit more about your song's please"

 "Well Rick I draw inspiration from everyday situations and experiences, it's mostly about things about the heart you know, we all take it for granted sometimes, but its one of the most complex parts of our human existence"

"I have no words Grace, that is enough to make some of our listeners cry so early in the morning"

Grasping "Oh my, I'm sorry, not my intention, but I love it when it awakens everyone's emotions"

"Miss Tucker, that's the one thing all of your songs, does, so without further due, would you please sing us a little something"

"Oh I would love to, thank you, y'all will be the first that hear my new single" Picking up the guitar, adjusting the microphone, smiling "this one's called, 'No Good No More' I hope y'all enjoy it"

I heard the news today

No use for any further delay

My heart's no good no more What else could I ask for

A few more years Without all the heartaches and tears

A few more memories A few more stories

Could someone please tell me why Why I should leave And say goodbye Help me to believe

In something more than just me Leaving behind what I know, how can this be

I've gotten the news today And there's no other way to say

My heart's no good no more It will never be the same as before

So with one last wave I ask you to keep this memories save.

I will walk away right about now Before this heartache starts to show

The moment her sweet voice stopped, the were hands clapping over the radio, Dean sat there, looking out over the city on that hilltop, he felt mesmerized, that felt so personal, so real and authentic, the question is who would break her heart.

As she walked out of the studio, to the parking space, that's when she felt the old familiar wooziness, heart beating rapidly it feels like a drummer's trying to figure, if he's playing a rock or a love song, dryness in her mouth, croakiness in her throat,  the ground and sky is spinning in front of her eyes, a total blur in front her eyes, trying to get something to hold onto, to steady her in place, but nothing it didn't take long for her body to plunge towards the ground, she just sat there in the middle of the road, trying to find her balance, find strength to get up, but the exhaustion took over, placing her hand over her chest, trying to calm it down, she used the other hand to pull out her phone, pressing down '1' she's got her sister on speed dial, it felt like the phone was ringing forever, her voice friendly "Hey Gracie, what's up? Done at the studio?"

She can barely form audible words, "Kelly, help" is all she could get out, before her world turned dark.

"Grace, Gracie, come on, open your eyes for me please sweetie" Kelly pleaded 

Her eyes started to open slowly, glancing into her sister's brown watery eyes, her voice hoarse "Hey sis, you came" 

Overjoyed "Of course, I came you called, you scared the hell out of me, you know that?"

Coming up to her elbows, realizing she's in her sisters bedroom, the only noticing Kelly's fiancé, "Oh hey Benny!, didn't see you there" looking in her sisters direction again, "I'm sorry Sis, I didn't mean too"

Benny just nodded, when she said hello, but he stays quiet for most of this, he struggles to find the right words, how does he comfort the love of his life, when they all know the inevitable, its  only a matter of time, before Grace says goodbye forever. It broke Kelly when Grace told her, she's in her final stage of heart failure, the doctors said she had a year left, maybe! He's the one who hold's his bride to be, sobbing in his arms every night. This is supposed to be a joyful time for him and Kelly, but instead their heartbroken, he's known Grace for ten years and she's like a little sister to him. He can't deny it, the moments when he's not around Kelly or working he would occasionally break down as well, due to the fact of how unfair life is. No one deserves it, especially not her. Kelly's voice shook him out of his deep thoughts. "Baby, could you please grab a glass of water" nodding "On it darling" Benny said with a small smile curving on his handsome features.

"Grace, you need too take it slower, please, you need to get enough rest"

She just faintly nods, her voice brittle "I'm sorry, I will I promise" Kelly sits down on the bed, wrapping her arms over her sister's fragile body, kissing the top of her head, saying softly "I love you Sis"

Tears streaming over her cheeks "I love you too!" trying too clear her throat she breaths "I'm scared" 

Kelly thumbs away the tears, trying to cover the pain in her voice, "Me too sis, me too" 

Seeing the old man, with his ball cap sitting at the table busy with the contract that was sent him, for Dean's and Grace's duet. 

"Hey Bobby, how's things looking, when can we start with the tour?"

Irritation clear on the old features, "I am not sure if this is going to work boy, Grace's manager has stipulated that the two of you can do the show together, but there will be no touring"

Confused "But why? I thought the whole point of this, was to release an album and do a country wide tour, maybe even world wide!"

"Exactly, I will get on the phone and set up a meeting with her immediately" 

"Thank you Bobby, I really want to make this album with her, I've even started working on a couple of new songs"

Bobby just smiled and nodded.

"Speaking of songs, do you know if everything is alright with Benny, he just ran out, after he had a call from his fiancé and I haven't heard a word from him yet, we are supposed to work on that new song?"

Bobby just shook his head and went on with reading the contract further, making notes about what he wanted to remember. 

Dean just walked out of the office, humming Grace's new song to himself, it's stuck in his head but he doesn't really mind, everything about her is burned into his memory, her sweet angel voice, the stage lights dancing around in her eyes, her strawberry hair flowing in the night sky, and then her lips, wondering what it tasted like, knowing he probably shouldn't , but he's falling in love with her, he felt alive for the first time in so long, new music is running through his veins, as for his heart, it was somewhere between beating rapidly and coming to a stand still. Wondering if she might feel the same.