#banished series

[idkaguyorsomething]

“apollo wrote the hamilton musical in pjo” “hermes wrote the hamilton musical in pjo” you fools. ¿have you forgotten who the greek god of theatre is?

[ender1821]

living in blissful ignorance of everything that’s happened in session 6, have more shinyduo screenshots :]

[baeshijima]

going through all my old hsr and genshin concepts rn and omg i need to write/finish some of these like actually???

like?? wdym i havent started the fallen/banished god!blade x god!reader 20k slow burn pining hurt/comfort "i have never stopped thinking about you for the last millennia and now that you're finally here in front of me once more i won't let you go even if you try to flee" old friends to barely recognisable husk of former self (reader pov of blade) to lovers fic yet???

wdym i havent started the reverse transmigration into a murder mystery novel where ur a side character who gets killed off for cheap plot progression and served as the main character (diluc)'s reason for vengeance with aether and lumine having transmigrated into the novel before your death and save you only to not realise that things happen for a reason and now they are constantly trying to protect you from all forms of death alongside the growing ragtag group of the main cast as they vie for your attention fic yet????

wdym i havent started the kamisama kiss au fic for both genshin and hsr despite having so many brainrots about the possible dynamics between familiar!characters under your contract and fellow god!characters who you meet along the journey of being a god yet???

wdym i havent started the devoted-yet-dramatic knight!argenti x fed-up-but-secretly-loves-it heir!reader 10k comedy pining slight hurt/comfort fic yet???

wdym i havent started that one-sided rivals (character yet to be decided on) time travel into the future where you find yourself married to self-proclaimed rival and have a crisis over how you came to be wed and where this affection from them came to be while they're wondering why you're avoiding them and acting like you did when you were both still students fic yet???

wdym i havent finished the soulmate!blade or actor!blade fics yet despite having so much groundwork laid out for them???

wdym i havent finished the transmigration into a fodder side character and accidentally stealing all the male leads from the female lead and then some more despite it already being 8-9k words in fic yet???

wdym i havent started the hsr version equivalent of the prev wip fic yet???

wdym i havent finished the cat dad bass player previously renowned national fencer university student blade 10k pining fic yet???

wdym i havent finished the hsr celeb/actor!various au despite being 5k words in and constantly revising what characters im actually including in it fic yet???

WDYM I STILL HAVE MORE WIPS ASIDE FROM THESE??????

[ssseriema]

keeping an eye

[hellfirehottie]

California Dreamin' - Eddie Munson

Chapter Nine - I think we're alone now

Content warnings: 18+, Smut! (dry humping, clothed handjob if you squint), swearing (Eddie has a dirty mouth), Eddie is a desperate simp and awkward virgin, Eddie totally has a undiscovered hair pulling kink, possession kink if you squint, lots of reassurance and consent, lots of fluff, Nina has nipple piercings, cheesy ending! I think that's everything! Let me know if I've missed anything! Enjoy!

‘‘I think we’re alone now, 

There doesn’t seem to be anyone around, 

I think we’re alone now, 

The beating of our hearts is the only sound.’

I Think We’re Alone Now - Tiffany 

Wednesday / 1:30AM / Eddie’s living room. 

The thunder and lightning has stopped  but it is still raining heavily, raindrops bouncing hard off the roof of the trailer. Nina and Eddie are both cuddled on the couch together. The atmosphere is quiet but comfortable. 

Throughout the film Eddie has slumped further and further into Nina’s side on the sofa, testing the water of what she felt comfortable, and by the end of the film Eddie is lying with his head on Nina’s ribs, Nina’s hands comfortingly stroking his hair. He practically purrs under her touch, sighing contently. His hand has slipped up under her shirt, his shirt, stroking the warm soft skin on her stomach absentmindedly. The movie credits played quietly on the television and Eddie tilts his head up to look at Nina, finding her head on the side of the pillow, lips parted, eyes closed, softly asleep. 

Eddie carefully unwinds himself from Nina to which she whines tiredly, missing his warmth. He slips his arms under her legs and back and attempts to carry her to his bed. 

Eddie lies Nina down under the covers as she hums peacefully in her sleep. As Eddie goes to slip away, Nina catches his arm.

Nina: (sleepily) “Stay with me, Eddie, please.” 

Eddie didn’t have to be told twice. 

Nina slides along the bed, making room for Eddie, as he lies awkwardly on the edge of the bed. His breath hitches when Nina curls into his side, her head resting on his chest. 

Eddie lies there stiffly. Nina snuggles further up under his arm. Easing up slightly, Eddie rubs the skin of her back soothingly where her shirt has ridden up.

Eddie breathed deeply, trying not to panic. His heart was racing, his cock semi hard.

Nina: [opening her eyes, sleepy, worried placing the back of her hand on his forehead.] “You okay? You feel warm.”  Eddie: (mumbling, embarrassed) “‘M fine.”

Heat crawls up Eddie’s neck. 

Nina: “Are you sure? You feel hot.”  Eddie: “Yeah I’m good.” [he shuffles around] “Just getting comfy.”  Nina: [rising up to look at him, concerned] “Is it too hot with me here? I’ll go on the couch.” Eddie: (shyly) “No! No, I’m good, I promise. I’ve just, erm, never had a girl in my bed before. It’s different. ”   Nina: “Oh.”  Eddie: [embarrassed, flushed] “Yeah.”  Nina: “Are you sure you want me here? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”  Eddie: [content, drowsy] “I definitely want you here.”  Nina: [half joking, praying he doesn’t reject her] “Well… do you want me to take your spooning virginity?”

Yeah, and the other kind. Eddie thought. 

Eddie: (hopeful) “Sure, I mean, if you’d like to…” Nina: “Roll over then.”  Eddie: (amused) “Wait, what? I’m the little spoon?”  Nina: “Well, duh.” (Shy) “I mean, unless you want to spoon me?”  Eddie: “If that’s okay.”  Nina: (happy) “Of course that’s okay.” 

Nina rolls over on her side, lifting her head up, Eddie turns on his side too, putting his arm under Nina’s head. She adjusts the pillow on top of his arm so his arm wouldn’t go dead in the night. She snuggled backwards into Eddie, who still lay stiffly in bed.

Nina: (reassuringly) “Eddie, breathe, it’s okay. You can cuddle into me.”  Eddie: (confessing) “I find it hard to breathe around you.” 

Nina smiles to herself. She leans back and grabs his other arm, taking his hand and puts it up her shirt on her stomach. She knew from before that he liked that.

He did like that. He liked that a lot. 

His cock felt uncomfortably hard in his pyjama bottoms, the warmth and closeness of Nina’s body igniting a heat within him. He kept his lower body a few inches away from her, he would die from embarrassment if she felt it against her lower back.

Nina: “You can come closer, you know.” 

Come closer, Nina thought. I want you to hold me. 

Eddie: [embarrassed, uncomfortable in his boxers] “I- I can’t.” 

A few moments pass before Nina clicks on to what’s happened. 

Nina: [smiling, giddy, a little amused] “Eddie, are you hard?” 

Eddie felt his face go scarlet with embarrassment, How did she know? His breathing quickened with nerves.

Nina: (reassuringly) “Eddie, it’s okay, it happens with most guys.” 

Eddie’s embarrassment turns to jealousy.

Eddie: (half joking, jealous) “Have you spooned many other guys?” Nina: “A few.”  Eddie: (very jealous) “Oh.”  Nina: “Are you sure you’re okay?”  Eddie: (honest) “Yeah I’m fine. Just, y’know, embarrassed. It’s embarrassing for me, being so… inexperienced…and nervous. You make me nervous.”  Nina: (heart warmed) “You have nothing to be embarrassed or nervous about. It’s just me.”  Eddie: (quietly, to himself) “Exactly, it’s you.” [trying to ease the tension by joking] “I just… this is all so new to me. I’ve never had a girl in my bed before, I’ve never kissed a girl in the men’s toilets before… you’re like the third kiss I’ve ever had.” Nina: (sincere) “Eddie… I’m honoured to be your first spoon.” [Snuggling back into him] “Now come here and cuddle me.” 

Eddie eases up and curling his legs behind Nina’s. He knew she could feel his hard length pressing against her ass, but she didn’t seem to mind.

He rests his head on her shoulder, breathing in her scent, the tension from his shoulders and stomach easing away. He presses a small shy kiss on her shoulder and tries to sleep off nerves and perverted thoughts.

4:06AM / Eddie’s bed. 

Nina is awake in bed fondly watching Eddie sleep. She smiles as Eddie’s soft snores blow his fringe into his eyes. She brushes the hair out of his eyes gently and looks at the small cut through his eyebrow, her eyebrows furrowing with worry.

Nobody has ever protected me like that before. 

Eddie begins to stir awake and smiles, opening one eye, peaking at Nina and making her blush. 

Busted, she thought.

Eddie: [voice heavy with sleep, groaning, rubbing his eye] “Have you been watching me sleep?” Nina: [lying, rushed] “I was worried about your eye!” [Honest, quiet] “Plus, you look so peaceful when you sleep.” [Embarrassed, then joking] “And you know, you were quiet for once and I felt the need to savour that rare moment.” Eddie: [smirking at her joke, gently shoving Nina] “Oh shut up.” 

He accidentally pushed her away with his shove, so corrects his mistake by pulling her back into him. She smiles contently. A peaceful silence falls over the room.

Nina: (small) “I can’t believe you did that for me tonight. Thank you.” 

Another silence fills the room, the atmosphere electric.

Eddie: [softly, dazed, brushing the hair out of her face, fondly] “Are you kidding? I’ll always protect you.” (hushed, hopeful) “Nina?”  Nina: (shyly) “Yeah?”  Eddie: “Can I kiss you again?”  Nina: “Please.” 

Nina smiles and leans forward slowly, eyes flicking from his to his soft lips, looking for any sign of doubt. She finds none.

Eddie’s adam’s apple bobs as he gulps in anticipation but he moves forward too, cupping her jaw and bringing her closer to him. Their lips meet softly and Eddie sighs contently into the kiss.

I really could get used to this, he thought. 

He weaves his fingers into her hair as she moves around the bed to a more comfortable position, their bodies now even closer together.

Eddie: [reluctantly pulling away to catch his breath, panting] “Can…Um, can I touch you?”  Nina: (smiling) “I’m all yours, darling.” 

Eddie’s cock twitches in response to Nina’s words and he kisses her more passionately this time. Their tongues softly lapped at each other and Nina drapes her leg over Eddie’s hip. 

Eddie’s large hand roams over her leg, thigh and hip, his hand travelled up over her ass, giving a firm squeeze. Nina softly moaned into the kiss, taking his bottom lip in hers and gently biting it, causing a groan to spill from Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s heart thumped loudly in his chest, he was sure Nina could feel it against her. The kiss heats up and Eddie has to pull away to catch his breath. He looks deeply into Nina’s eyes with a look of pure adoration and lust. 

Nina: “Is this okay?” 

Eddie responds by fiercely kissing her, pulling at her draped leg to press their bodies closer together, the other hand holding the back of her neck to deepen the kiss; Nina hums with content. Nina’s hand tangles in Eddie’s hair and tugs gently, the kiss is interrupted by Eddie’s soft moan. 

Eddie’s hand slides up Nina’s shirt, softly cupping her breast. His dreams are coming to life, he thinks excitedly. He can’t help but smile, heart fluttering. 

A shiver of want crawls up his spine as he holds her tightly to him. He rubs a calloused thumb over her nipple, shocked to find a piercing through it.

Nina: (curious) “Do you like them?”  Eddie: (aroused, lips parted with awe) “That’s really fucking hot… Can I see them?” 

Nina pushes Eddie on his back and crawls over him, straddling him.

Nina: (breathless with anticipation) “Take my top off Eddie.” 

Eddie wastes no time in pulling off her shirt. Both of them giggle as the shirt gets stuck around Nina’s neck, then the shirt is discarded on the floor. Eddie finds himself ogling at the sight before him. Her damp hair tumbles down her sides and partially covers her breasts. Her face and body glows from the warmth of the dawn sun leaking through the crooked blinds of his bedroom. Her cheeks are flushed with excitement. 

Eddie: [clearing his throat, stunned] “Wow.”  (in awe) “You look so beautiful like this.” [Grabbing her hips] “Is this okay?” Nina: “More than okay, Eddie.” 

Eddie’s hands stroke along her sides, thumb stroking the band of the boxers she wore. One hand slid up her soft skin of her stomach to grasp at her breast once again, thumb running over the peaked pierced nipple.

Nina leans down and kisses him slowly, moving from his face to his neck. She leaves open mouthed kisses along his throat and finds the spot that caused Eddie to moan. His hands left their place on her breasts to slide along her thighs, this time underneath the underwear he had given her, grasping both ass cheeks hard in his hands and grinding her down on him, moaning loud at the friction.

Eddie: [pulling back, embarrassed, feeling exposed, red in the face, moaning.] “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t stop myself.” [hiding his face in his elbow, frustrated] “Fuck, I sound like such a virgin.” Nina: [laughing lightly, moving Eddie’s arm from covering his face] “Eddie, stop, it was hot.” [leaning down, kissing him softly on his lips. As they part he looks at her in awe, eyes glassy and lips plump from kissing] “Relax, it’s okay, do it again.” 

Eddie’s hand cups the back of Nina’s neck to bring her back down to him, kissing heatedly. Nina gently grinds over Eddie, causing him to grip tightly onto her hips until his knuckles are white.  

She continues kissing down his neck, sucking a dark love bite on his collar bone. Eddie whined and bucked his hips up into her, slowly using his grip on her thighs to grind her over his hard crotch. 

Nina: [whispered between kisses] “Do you want to take your bottoms off?”

Eddie felt self conscious but pulled his pyjama bottoms down, leaving him in just boxers. 

Eddie: [nervous but aroused] “I… I haven’t done anything like this before. I mean… I don’t know-“  Nina: “Sshh, it’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do-” Eddie: (interrupting) “Oh I want to-“ Nina: (smirking) “Not tonight baby. Tonight, we’ll just do this. Go slow.”   

Eddie continues pulling at Nina’s hips, kissing each other passionately. Their hands explore each other's skin, tangling in each other’s hair: the room filled with soft moans and panting. 

Eddie pulls away first and kisses down Nina’s skin, adding a love bite on her neck to match his. She responded with a loud moan, grinding her hips down hard to match Eddie’s eager thrusts. Eddie whimpers a quiet “Oh god” at the friction caused by their grinding. 

Eddie tries to restrain himself when noticing the wet patch on the boxers Nina wore. He rubs his thumb over the wet patch, causing Nina to tremble.

Eddie: (aroused, eager) “Is this for me?” 

Nina whimpers and nods, grinding down harder over Eddie. Eddie rubs the wet patch with one thumb and plays with her nipple with the other hand. 

Nina: (moaning) “Eddie… that feels good.”  Eddie: (curious, testing) “Yeah?”  Nina: (aroused but being cautious not to pressure Eddie) “Don’t stop, please?” 

Eddie litters her chest in love bites, finally taking her breast in his mouth and sucking lightly on her nipple, loving pleasuring Nina. She flung her head back in bliss, grinding hard and rough now.

Nina: (moaning) “Oh fuck, Eddie…”  Eddie: (eyes wide, aroused) “Oh Jesus Christ, say my name again darling.”  Nina: [chanting, mesmerised by Eddie underneath her] “Eddie, oh my god, Eddie.”  Eddie: [forehead creased with pleasure, eyes screwed shut, moaning] “I’ve wanted you so bad, you have no idea what you do to me sweetheart.” [looking between her blissed out face and her core grinding over his hard leaking cock] “Fantasised of having you like this.” [biting his lip, eyes squeezed closed tightly, desperate] “Nina.. fuck- ‘M close already.”  Nina: “Feels so good, honey.” 

He wanted her like this with  him, always. This moment would be burned into his brain forever. He never wanted this to end. Heat crawled up Eddie’s neck, tinting his skin pink. His chest is glimmering with sweat as he breathes deeply, trying to stop himself from finishing early. 

Eddie: (curiously, burst of confidence) “Could- Could I go on top?”  Nina: (taken aback, eyes wide) “Yeah- sure.” 

Eddie gently flips Nina onto her back at the foot of his bed, hands either side of her head. She looks up at him, lips parted, watching as he desperately ruts into her. She wraps her arms around his neck, bringing him down closer to him, and he responds by wrapping her legs around his waist. 

His pace increases, now more determined as he watches Nina’s body wriggle underneath him, her legs spreading to give him more access. His head buried in the crook of her neck, he gently bites down to quieten his frequent moans. 

Nina: [tugging Eddie’s hair to pull his head back, Eddie groans loudly] “Want to watch you as you cum for me, Eddie.” [Nina reaches down between the two of them and puts her hand palm facing up between them; Eddie rocking his hard length into her palm, the thin fabric of his boxers soaked with precum.] “Is this okay? Does this feel good?”  Eddie: (shocked, dazed, shaking) “Fuck, Nina!” [he looks at his leaking cock rocking in Nina’s small hand and then up at Nina, eyes wide and lips parted, desperate)  “God, yes it feels good, Jesus baby I’m gonna cum I’m close, I’m so fucking close! Oh fuck, please!”  Nina: (breathless) “Come on baby, give it to me.”  Eddie: (desperate, feral) “Tell me you’re mine again Nina, please, tell me.” [Nina looks at him with wide eyes, Eddie’s grinding becoming determined and possessive, clearly at his breaking point as he looks between his cock in her palm and her face, his arms trembling to keep himself up] “You’re my girl Nina, say it, tell me you’re mine, I need to hear it.”  Nina: [breathless, cupping him tighter, rubbing her hand in time with his thrusts] “I’m your girl, Eddie.”  Eddie: [spurred on by Nina’s words, shaking, humping her hand roughly] “Again, please, you’re my girl Nina, tell me I’m your man, please baby, please.”  Nina: “I’m yours Eddie, I’m your girl, I’m all yours- fuck Eddie, you look so good like this, cum on me, cum on what’s yours.” 

Eddie’s pace became brutal, Nina dragging her nails down his back and kissing his neck, making Eddie howl loudly, rutting into her like a man possessed.

Eddie: [incoherent, babbling] “Fuck, fuck, holy shit I can’t believe this is happening, shit princess you’re making me cum, I’m coming, fuck, fuck!”  Nina: [eyes wide, dreamy] “Cum for me baby.” 

Eddie can’t hold back any longer: his whole body shakes as he comes, spoiling his boxers, leaking out and splattering Nina’s hip bones. He lets out a deep groan, his body slumping on top of Nina’s, exhausted. Nina lies underneath him, content, and smiles as Eddie comes too and showers her neck in appreciative kisses. 

Nina breathes deeply and strokes Eddie’s hair, calming down his harsh breathing. He pulls back, eyes blown, cheeks red, the redness trailing down his neck and tinting his chest.

Eddie: (panting, slumped) “Oh my god, that was amazing, thank you thank you thank you.”  Nina: (smiling, content) “Anytime, handsome.”  Eddie: (joking breathless) “Don’t say that, I might run out of clean underwear.” (Serious) “Did you come?”  Nina: “No, but that’s okay, I don’t need to. Seeing you like that got me off mentally.”

Eddie felt incredibly embarrassed, looking at Nina’s semi-naked body stained with a mess of his own making, embarrassed that he didn’t satisfy Nina. His mind still hazy post orgasm, he took a mental picture of Nina lying below him like this, his beautiful girl. 

Eddie: (whining, embarrassed) “I wanted to make you cum.”  Nina: (smiling, content) “Another day handsome, we have all the time in the world.” Eddie: [not happy with himself but too tired to argue] “Promise?”  Nina: “Promise.” 

Eddie peels off his stained boxers and replaces them with the discarded bottoms. They both shuffle back to the head of the bed, Eddie clinging to Nina’s body desperately, not wanting to let her go. They drifted back off to sleep again. 

6:30AM

Eddie lies awake with Nina in his arms, smiling happily at himself. He looks at the clock, reading 6:30AM, then looks down at Nina who is curled under his arm, sleeping peacefully. 

He closes his eyes and sighs contently, still smiling. He runs his hands up and down over the soft skin of Nina’s thigh that is draped over him, nuzzling his head into the pillow underneath him. 

Nina murmurs softly in her sleep, snuggling further into Eddie’s chest. His smile grows, pulling her in tighter. 

Nina: (sleepy) “Mmm, good morning handsome.” 

If this is a dream, I’m not ready to wake up yet, Eddie thinks. 

Eddie: (softly) “Morning sweetheart.”  Nina: “How’s your head?”  Eddie: “A bit sore this morning but it’s okay. Yours?”  Nina: (smirking at her innuendo) “Never had any complaints.” [Nina giggles as Eddie flushes, she can feel his heart beating faster in his chest underneath her] “I’m okay darling, bit tired but okay.”  Eddie: “You can sleep a bit longer if you want, we don’t have to leave just yet.”  Nina: (groaning) “Ugh, I forgot about school today.” [nuzzling into Eddie, lips on his neck, Eddie gulps] “Can’t we just stay in bed all day?”  Eddie: (teasingly) “Wow, Nina the Nerd wants to pull a sickie? I’m starting to think I’m a bad influence on you.”  Nina: (laughing) “Nina the Nerd? Is that my new nickname?”  Eddie: [grinning] “One of many.”  Nina: [turning to look at Eddie, blushing] “Of many? Do tell.”  Eddie: [blushing under Nina’s gaze] “Hell no, I’m not embarrassing myself like that.”  Nina: [now sitting upright in bed, topless] “Oh come on, now you have to tell me!”  Eddie: [smiling, eyes avoiding her bare chest] “Nope, not gonna do it.”  Nina: [pouting] “Please! That’s not fair!” [giving him puppy dog eyes] “Please baby.”  Eddie: [covering his face with the pillow, blushing red] “Nope, not the puppy dog eyes, you won’t corrupt me, I will not break!”  Nina: [laughing, giddy, trying to move the pillow from Eddie’s face] “Please Eddie, please! You can’t tease me like that!”  Eddie: [pulling the pillow back] “Tease you? I’m not teasing you! You’re the one with your tits out.”  Nina: “Ha! Got you to look at me!” [Eddie rolls his eyes, grinning] “Come on, tell me, circle of trust.”  Eddie: [dramatically] “Fineee!” [shy] “When I first met you - at the record store - I kinda nicknamed you Fleetwood Mac girl to Dustin.”  Nina: [smirking] “Cute.” [curiously] “You talked to Dustin about me?”  Eddie: [fiddling with the pillow, embarrassed] “Yeah. I thought you were cool, I dunno…”  Nina: [lying down on her tummy, resting on her elbows to look at Eddie] “That’s sweet. Really sweet.” [playing with Eddie’s hair] “I was hoping to see you again when I bumped into you that day.”  Eddie: [giddy] “Really?”  Nina: “Yeah. You caught my eye.” [Eddie can’t contain his smile, Nina strokes his hair lovingly] “You were different, I could tell. Little did I know that you were friends with Robin and everyone. Small world, huh?”  Eddie: [breathless] “Yeah, small world.” 

Nina smiles at Eddie, leaning forward to press a delicate kiss on his lips. Eddie’s breath hitches, he still feels like he’s dreaming. He cups her cheek and brings her closer to him, heart beating fast, her bare chest pressed against his. 

Eddie’s alarm clock goes off: 6:45am. 

Eddie: [groaning, annoyed at being interrupted, throwing the clock across the room] “Fuck off!”  Nina: [giggling] “Eddie! Don’t abuse the alarm clock!”  Eddie: [mumbled between kisses] “Can’t help it, would much rather be doing this than getting up.”  Nina: (teasingly) “Guess I’m the bad influence now, aren’t I?”  Eddie: [smirking] “Oh, the worst.” 

Nina smirks and pulls him in for another kiss, deeper this time, Eddie hands returning to her thighs. 

Eddie: [dazed] “You’re so soft.” [Nina giggles between kisses] “It feels nice.” 

Nina moves from her position beside Eddie to straddle his waist, Eddie’s breath goes shallow. 

Nina: [coy] “There, you can have both thighs now.”  Eddie: (aroused by the sight of her topless, straddling him) “You’re a tease.”  Nina: “You don’t know the half of it, Mister.”  Eddie: (hopeful) “Will I get to know?”  Nina: “If you’re lucky.” 

Eddie groans and pulls Nina down to him, hands then returning to stroke her thighs. His fingers tangle in her hair, tugging lightly from restraint, causing a soft moan to part from Nina’s lips. Eddie’s heart races, mind desperate Nina to moan again. His spare hand slides under her boxers, his boxers, squeezing the flesh of her ass. 

Nina: [breathless] “Didn’t get enough last night, did you?”  Eddie: [mumbled, hands sliding up her chest, stroking the underside of her breast] “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” 

Nina smiles, pressing another kiss on his lips before moving off Eddie who whines. 

Nina: “Come on, we’ve got school.”  Eddie: [groaning] “Awh come on, I thought we were pulling a sickie?”  Nina: [teasingly] “Exams won’t pass themselves, Munson.”  Eddie: “Wow, you really are a tease.”  Nina: “Gotta leave you wanting more!” 

Eddie grabs Nina before she can fully leave the bed, throwing her down on the bed as she squeals laughing. 

Eddie: [mumbled between kissing her neck, sultry] “Five more minutes.” 

Nina laughs and gives in, letting Eddie kiss her neck. Eddie kisses over the love bite he left just hours earlier, Nina’s breath catching in her throat as he does. 

Eddie: [worried] “Is it sore?”  Nina: “It’s nice.”  Eddie: (aroused) “Yeah?”  Nina: [breathless] “Yeah.” [Eddie kisses over it again, Nina’s hands tangling in his curls as she moans]  Eddie: “You sure we have to go to school?”  Nina: [laughing] “Yes, you menace! Stop distracting me! Come on!” [she pulls Eddie back by his hair and he bites his lip, aroused, not wanting to move at all]  Eddie: [muttering bitterly, sulking, moving to get dressed] “Graduating better be worth it.”  Nina: [singsong voice] “All the making out and dry humping you can handle once you graduate!”  Eddie: “If that won’t get me to graduate, I don’t know what will.” [thoughtful, pulling on his jeans] “Did you really mean what you said last night?”  Nina: [Confused, pulling on her dress, nonchalant] “Which part? We said lots of things.”  Eddie: (Small, nervous) “The part about, y’know, being mine?” (now rambling) “Cause if that was just sexy talk, I get it, I did kind of spring it on you, I won’t be offended.” (now joking to lighten the mood) “Heartbroken, but not offended.” Nina: [stopping her actions, now facing Eddie] “I meant it, Eddie. I’m yours if you want me.”  Eddie: (scalding) “You make it sound like you’re offering me a slice of pizza.”  Nina: [mumbled, half-joking, half self-deprecating] “Pizza would be a better investment.”  Eddie: (joking) “Hmm, I am a fan of pizza.” [Nina throws a pillow at him which he dodges, he grabs Nina and pulls her back on the bed, Nina tumbles backwards squealing. Eddie whispers in her ear] “But I’d much rather have you. Much tastier.”  Nina: (blushing) “Shut it, perv.”  Eddie: [embarrassed] “I’m sorry if I came too quickly last night, it’s just you’re really hot and I-“  Nina: [smiling] “Eddie, it’s perfectly normal for your first time, it was sexy even.”  Eddie: (confused) “It was?”  Nina: [throwing her arms over his shoulders] “Hell yeah. I like knowing I have that kind of reaction over you, it’s a big turn on.”  Eddie: [dazed, aroused again] “In what way?”  Nina: “It’s just so unfiltered and raw.” [smirking, laughing] “It’s just sexy that it's just for my eyes to see, I don’t know, it’s hot.”  Eddie: (grinning, love struck, determined) “Go on a date with me.”  Nina: (taken aback) “Really?” Eddie: [less confident now] “Yeah. I mean- if you want to. No studying, no babysitting, no getting punched by drunk guys, just you and me.”  Nina: (in thought) “Just you and me.” (Now excited) “Okay Munson, I’m down. Name your time and place.”  Eddie: “I’ll sort that out, you just focus on looking pretty for your man.” [Nina goes to interrupt with a self-deprecating joke but Eddie is faster] “Which won’t be hard as you’re already the most beautiful girl in Hawkins. The entire US actually. Wait no- Pamela Anderso-”  Nina: [play fighting with Eddie, Eddie laughs as he restrains Nina’s wrists from playfully slapping him] “Quit while you’re ahead, dickhead.”  Eddie: [arms up, defensive] “I jest, I jest.” [brushing Nina’s hair from her face, Nina straddling his lap] “The most beautiful girl in the world.”  Nina: [blushing hard now] “And apparently I’m dating the cheesiest guy in the world.”  Eddie: (smirking) “Can’t help it, you bring it out of me. You bring lots of things out of me, actually.”  Nina: [mock gobsmacked, amused] “I’m dating a pervert.”  Eddie: [large cheeky smile] “Eh, you wouldn’t have it any other way.”  Nina: [smiling widely, squishing his cheeks together with one hand, planting a firm kiss on his lips] “I really wouldn’t.” 

Next chapter: Chapter Ten - I Just Want you

[cereal-oak]

Meta Knight during the Dark Matter Trilogy, apparently

Nah cause seriously, where the FUCK could you possibly be to miss the entirety of the Dark Matter saga

bonus panel:

Bad ending:

Get flipped off

[bookshelf-dust]

really know him

part i part ii part iii part iv

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3,190

warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of eddie's childhood/parents, cops, feelings and fluff

a/n: okay, hi. look who remembered how to write for eddie!! i know, right? it's totally wild. so this is gonna be another multi-part series. i think this first one is pretty sweet. it's been nice to write some eddie for a while. i hope you guys enjoy this!! the title is a play on something dustin says to wayne in season four. also tagging @rogueharrington and @zaypay because the former is a little goon and way too good to me and the latter i know wanted some eddie and is also much to sweet to me. happy reading!! <3333

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The screen door slams so hard that the frame rattles and the metal screeches, and you’re not even sure it shut properly. But you don’t really care.

You don’t care at all. 

You practically run to the picnic table closest to your trailer, stepping onto the bench to raise yourself up and sit on the tabletop.

It rained today. It’s ended just recently enough that the trees are still dripping with it, the leaves shaking water off with each breeze that comes by, the wood table damp under where you sit.

You’re sure it’s wetting the denim of your jeans, turning the light wash of them a darker shade. But you don’t care. You don’t care about any of this. It feels so minor when you ache like this. 

The feeling stretches and splays throughout your chest, crawling up your throat and producing a sob that you release into the night air.

You lean your head back and let the tears come. They spill into your hair, across the tops of your ears; they trickle down the side of your neck. They don’t seem to want to stop. They’re the kind of tears that just keep going and going. You just have to let it out. You can’t possibly hold them in because they won’t allow it. 

You feel your eyes get puffy, feel your lashes sticking to your skin. You feel like a wreck.

It’s then that he sees you.

Eddie lights a cigarette, pulling his wrist the rest of the way through the jacket he’d grabbed on the way out. It’s the time of day where he walks around outside the trailer, smoking, breathing, looking for bugs or half listening to whatever show neighbors are watching with the volume loud enough that the whole trailer park can hear it. 

He sees your silhouette across the sandy road, your figure cast in the orange light from the old street lamp that’s just come on, the shady area tricking it into thinking it’s fully night already. 

Eddie sits down on the couch. He can’t help but look you over. No one else is usually out around now, except for that couple that sits on the old playground. They’ve lived here longer than Eddie has been alive, Wayne once told him. Everyone else is too busy having dinner or vacuuming or doing whatever the fuck it is that people do. 

You drop your face into your hands, fingers becoming wet with tears.

Eddie catches the motion, the tremble in your shoulders and the way you’re folding in on yourself. It’s like you’re trying to make yourself as small as possible. Like maybe you’re trying to disappear.

Eddie thinks you obviously want to be alone. It’s probably why you’re out here in the first place. He knows that when he’s upset and he wanders off somewhere that that’s what he wants too.

But he also knows how much he’s wished to be seen or comforted before. And the idea of leaving you there, shuddering and lost, is killing him.

So he stands.

The combination of dirt and gravel crunches under Eddie’s boots, making his approach a lot less quiet than he’d originally been shooting for. But it's not like subtlety has ever been his strong suit anyways. 

You hear it, the sound. You try and wipe your face dry, though it’s to no avail. It’s as if a buildup of every suppressed emotion is releasing itself all at once, and there’s nothing you can do about it until it’s over. Until you allow yourself to let it go. 

Still, you try and fix yourself because you can see someone walking up out of the corner of your eye. No one ever sees you cry. There’s no reason for them to.

Eddie steps up onto the bench just as you had, settling close enough to you on the tabletop that the chain on his jeans touches your thigh. It’s cold, especially with the way your jeans are wet now, but his body is warm next to yours. There’s a part of you that wants to lean into that warmth, to lean into him. 

Eddie takes the cigarette from his mouth and holds it out to you. When you turn to face him he raises his eyebrows, a sweet look on his face. Want a hit? He’s asking.

You shake your head. No thank you.

Eddie takes one more long drag and then he’s snuffing the cigarette out. If you don’t want any, he doesn’t want to bother you with it either. 

“You okay?” he asks you.

You shrug.

Eddie looks at you, curls slipping from over his shoulder to dangle on one side of his face, a stark difference in color between that of his hair and cheek. At first you don’t look back, but then you do. You have to, knowing he’s got his eyes on you. You turn your head, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, eyes swollen and tears shiny against your cheeks and down your neck, making your skin look tacky. You’re fussing with the edge of your sleeve.

Eddie thinks you look young.

“How come you came over here?” you ask, looking at his boots, which remain unlaced, like he hadn’t even thought to tie them at all. “It’s not like we’re friends or something.”

The boy snorts. “We worked together on that one project in Ms. O’Donnell’s,” he points out. “Before you up and left.”

That gets the grin out of you he was hoping it would. “You mean when I graduated?”

“Yeah.” He knocks his knee against yours, fiddling with the chain clasped around his wrist. “And,” Eddie continues, “we live across from each other.” He gestures to either of your trailers and you follow the movement of his finger. The nail is painted black, though thoroughly chipped. The kind of chipping you get when it’s been so long since you’ve done your nails that you can’t even remember painting them at all. “Doesn’t that make us like, at least, acquaintances?” 

You bring your hands up to your face, wiping at the tears there before getting at the ones spread throughout your hairline. “I suppose so,” you say.

You wipe your hands across the denim covering your legs and then shake them out. You look up.  Eddie notices you doing this and looks up with you.

The moon is round and bright. “Is it full tonight?” he asks.

“Tomorrow,” you say. Your calendar had told you so, a little circle under the date. “Though you never answered my question.”

Eddie’s head lowers towards yours, and he’s thinking. What question? Oh. That one, yeah.

“You looked upset. I thought maybe it would be nice for you to not be alone.”

You look at him again, and his big brown eyes stare back at you. They’re shiny under the light from the street lamp, his eyelashes unfairly long and kissing at the corners. There are shadows under his eyes, but they only make him look prettier. 

You think about the fact that he didn’t have to do that. Come and sit with you. It’s just the fact that he did. That he’s not prying. That he simply did not want you to be alone.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

His face splits into a sweet grin. He raises his hands, gesturing with them in a sweeping motion.

“Anytime,” he says. “I’m right there, you know. If you ever need to yell or something. As long as you’re not too busy with college for an old high school acquaintance.”

You roll your eyes at him but it’s completely void of malice. You glance back up again, and when you do, you gasp a little.

“What?” Eddie’s voice sounds slightly panicked.

You lift your hand, pointing. “Look,” you tell him. “The bats are out.”

Eddie’s shoulders slump in relief that there isn’t something wrong. But you’re right. There are at least three bats circling around the entrance to the trailer park.

One of them squeaks and you do too, though yours is out of excitement rather than whatever the reason is that bats chirp–he doesn’t know. It makes Eddie laugh.

“You like bats?”

"I do," you say, your eyes never leaving the sky. It's been a long time since you saw them, never really being out at the right time. You hope they find something good to eat.

"Me too," Eddie says.

You look away, just for a moment, remembering. "Haven't you got some on your arm?"

The boy laughs, slow and warm. "Yeah, I drew one up for my back, but I haven't saved up enough to get it done yet."

Your eyes light up, a flicker of curiosity, and Eddie thinks his heart skips a beat. "What part of your back?" you ask him.

"Lower," he says, pointing to where the bats are swooping down into the trees. You both watch them together.

"You want a tramp stamp?"

Eddie tosses his head back and cackles. It’s a beautiful, joyous sound. "I suppose I do."

“Nothing wrong with a tramp stamp, Eddie,” you say through a laugh. 

He smiles at you then, and it’s boyish. He looks young. Happy. And you can’t believe he’s looking at you that way. 

You turn your face back to the sky and close your eyes. Your nose stings and the tears start spilling out again.

Eddie looks at you and realizes you’re crying. He puts his hand on your knee on instinct. “Hey, what’s the matter?” 

You shake your head, using one hand to wipe at your face, the other settling atop his hand. His eyes dart  briefly to observe your touching hands but his focus is back on you just as quickly. 

“It’s nothing,” you say. “Just having a rough night and you’re being really kind to me and I guess I’m just overwhelmed.” 

You move your hand, but Eddie grabs hold of it gently. 

“Look at me.”

You shake your head again. 

“It’s okay. I’m not going to make fun of you,” he says, and you believe him, though really looking at him and his big brown eyes is enough to wash a surge of sadness over you. 

Eddie uses his thumb to wipe the fresh tears from under your lashes, grazing the tip of your now stuffy nose with his knuckle. You wrinkle it and he grins. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.

“Not really, no.”

Eddie nods. “That’s cool.” He smiles again, and pushes a chunk of hair behind his ear, which only makes you curious about something else. 

You sniffle. “Why don’t you have your ears pierced?”

“You’re looking at me and that’s what you’re worried about?”

You rub your nose rather aggressively. “Yeah, actually. It seems very off-brand of you to not have at least one of them pierced. And I know you’re not afraid of needles.”

You don’t have to gesture to his tattoos. And that is true about the needles, but don’t be fooled. Eddie does not like getting shots. He loathes it, matter of fact. 

“Nope. Definitely not. I guess I just never got around to it. But it’s not like I have something against piercings.”

You rub your denim clad knees. “I’m glad to hear it.”

The both of you are quiet for a little while. It’s a comfortable silence, one that you feel safe in with him there. Because of him. You let your eyes wander around the trailer park as if you’ve never been here before. As if you hadn’t skinned your palms and banged up your knees or gotten a sunburn here as a child. As if you hadn’t grown and watched the trailers deteriorate as time went on. 

You look across the street at Eddie’s trailer, and suddenly you remember. 

You must’ve been, what, twelve? When the cops showed up, escorting a little boy the same age as you, informing a man who never really wanted children that the boy belonged to him now. There were a lot of people there that day. A social worker, maybe? A whole lot of people all trying to figure out what to do with another kid whose parents had bailed. 

Eddie’s father was arrested under charges of so many things you weren't really sure what they all were. He’d been running from the law for a very long time. And then one day he wasn’t running anymore. 

Eddie’s mother was still there after his dad wasn’t. She tried to raise Eddie, but she couldn’t do it on her own. She’d had him young, and never really gotten the hang of it, even if she tried. How hard she tried though, that can be debated on. 

After a while she turned to drugs to cope, and then when the money ran out, when the lights were off and the house cold, she ran off.

Eddie was alone, with nothing but a note and his uncle’s phone number. His mother had told herself that Eddie was a smart boy, that he’d figure it out. She got by on telling herself that her brother would take good care of her son. 

And he had. He still does. Wayne was and is a better father than Eddie’s biological dad had ever been. And even if it wasn’t what he’d planned, what he’d wanted, Eddie was Wayne’s boy. He always would be. 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Eddie’s voice breaks you out of your stupor. 

You shake your head. 

“Thank you for sitting out here with me tonight, Eddie.”

He does his best to hide the pout he feels emerging. He doesn’t want you to go back inside, and that’s the sort of sentence that usually precedes a goodbye. He wants to talk to you. He wants to figure out who you are. 

“You don’t have to thank me. I’ll sit with you any time you want. And you can always sit with me too, if you feel like it.”

You grin. Eddie thinks it’s so pretty, your smile. Shy, sure, but so, so pretty. 

“You’re positive?”

“Absolutely.”

You go to stand, but Eddie beats you to it, his boots hitting the ground with a thud. He offers you his hand. “M’lady.”

His hand is surprisingly warm, and you’re quite sure the callouses you can feel will be imprinted in your brain for the rest of your life. 

“Can I walk you home?” Eddie asks. 

You laugh, kicking at a particularly large tree root that the rain has exposed, washing away the thin layer of dirt covering it. 

“Well I don’t know, Eddie, the twenty feet to my trailer is an awful long trek. Wouldn’t want you to have to go through all of that.” 

He shakes his head at you, bangs moving over his eyebrows. “You’re right. Could be dangerous. Which is why I need to go with you to ensure you get inside safely. Maybe you should even hold my hand.”

“Smooth.”

He holds out his hand. “Right?”

You take it, and he squeezes once, hard enough to make you giggle. 

Eddie walks you to your trailer, and rests his chin against the worn out porch railing while you walk up the stairs. 

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Night, M’lady.”

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It’s been a few days. Everything the rain touched dried out again. 

Eddie’s outside. He won’t mind if you go and see him, right? 

You can always sit with me too, if you feel like it.

You do feel like it. 

Your front steps creak as you bound down them, looking both ways before you cross the road—if it can even be called that—as if the trailer park has ever been traffic heavy. Habit or whatever. 

Eddie watches you make your way towards him, tugging on the flannel you’re wearing to try and keep it close to your sides, away from the wind. 

“Hey,” Eddie says. He’s got that stupid ass grin on his face. 

“Hi.” You stop before even stepping up onto the concrete slab that is his porch. “Thought I’d come and visit you. Hope that’s okay.”

“Told you it was.” He chuckles. It makes your face warm. 

Eddie is slumped on the old couch they have set out there. His legs are spread wide, one splayed out and the other pulled closer to the cushion. He reaches his arms up over his head, stretching and yawning. His shirt rides up with the movement, exposing a sliver of the bottom of his stomach, the soft doughy skin there, the trail of dark hair leading both upwards and downwards.

“Wanna come sit?” He asks, lowering his arms. He pretends like he didn’t see you looking at him in that way, even though he most definitely did. If he thinks about it too hard he’ll blush. 

Rather than answer, you step up and settle on the other end of the couch, your back to the arm. You pull your legs up and sit with them criss-crossed.

“What are you up to?” you ask. 

He snorts. “Procrastinating. I’m supposed to be doing homework. You know, so I can do that graduating thing you did. I also have a campaign to finish, but here we are.”

You grin at him, and he reaches over, thumb tapping your knee before he rests his hand on the couch next to you. “If it helps,” you start, “I also have homework I’m supposed to be doing.”

“We’re so good at this.”

“Aren’t we?”

Eddie is quiet for a minute. He looks around outside, noting that the sun is slipping away. “You come to look for bats again?”

“No. I just wanted to see you. But I’ll gladly look for them.”

“To see me? How kind. You know just how to flatter a man.” He presses a hand to his chest dramatically and you roll your eyes. 

The door that they use as their front one opens, and Wayne walks out. He looks over at you both.

“I’m headin’ out, Ed.” He smiles at you. “What’re you both up to? No good from the looks of it.”

“Lookin’ for bats,” Eddie tells him. Wayne gives the boy a knowing look, but he won’t mention it. If something’s going on, Eddie will spill eventually. That’s how it’s always worked. Eddie the motormouth and whatnot. 

Wayne turns his face to the sky, hand raising to shield his eyes from that last little chunk of sun still hanging around, even though the moon has already started to climb up. “Watch that back tree line,” he instructs. “It’s where I always seem ‘em.”

“Will do,” you say, grinning. 

Wayne opens his car door, throwing himself inside. “Behave!” he calls.

Eddie gives him a two finger salute and watches as his uncle drives off, turning and then Eddie can’t see him anymore.

“Us?” Eddie starts. “Behave? Why on earth would we do a thing like that?”

You toss your head back and laugh. Eddie thinks you look so pretty tonight. The sun is almost gone for the evening, the clouds turning this pretty pink, this deep orange. The clouds are a thick gray. 

He wants to scoot closer to you on the couch. Maybe one day soon he will. 

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[al-luviec]

id like to thank ninjago episode snake jaguar for everything but nothing all at the same time

[weirdowithaquill]

Ships? But Sir, They're Trains!

It's Valentine's Day, and to celebrate, I thought I'd break my usual streak of not shipping the talking trains together and share the pairings that I like the best! But only of the original 11, and a few other RWS-related friends (and maybe a bonus or two from the TVS).

Also known as: local weirdo decides trains can kiss, but only on Valentine's Day.

Let's get into the ships... er... trains.

Thomas:

Almost chronically single. I'm sorry Thomas, but you're not very good at the dating thing. Maybe Hank if I swallowed my pride and went to watch Season 12 - just because Hank's calm and friendly personality would naturally balance out Thomas. But also because they are the epitome of 'gentle giant' and 'tank engine terror'. Also, Thomas blushes in this episode:

(Sorry for the Season 12 image, but it's the only Season Hank was in!)

Edward:

This engine has options! Or more to the point - this engine has suitors. Not all make sense to the poor engine - but that's the pain of being the one everyone looks up to. I would put him with BoCo, but I must admit I had a phase where I read EdwardxJames fanfics. So... nostalgia wins (that and Edward needs someone with a fiery personality to boost his confidence sometimes, and James needs a cooler head all the time).

(Look at the smile on James' face! He's ecstatic to see his engine.)

Henry:

Bear. The answer is Bear. I'm sorry, but that Hymek has it bad for Henry, and Henry fought for Bear to stay on Sodor. And after the early days when every engine fought, Henry has no interest in getting tangled up with them again, only this time romantically. Besides, the youthful energy and eagerness Bear has will only benefit Henry, who can be a bit of an old grump.

(Bear, I can't tell if you're looking into Henry's eyes or not...)

Gordon:

Hoo boy... Gordon, oh Gordon. What to do with you? Henry and James are taken, Edward and Thomas are more siblings than romantic interests - and engines 6 through 11 are just not close enough. But how about BoCo? (Yes, this is why I didn't pair him up with Edward). BoCo is calm and polite where Gordon is loud and brash - and Gordon does see BoCo as his saviour. It would probably be the plot of a b-list romantic movie, but I can see these two getting together, with Gordon being the jock and BoCo being the 'kid' of Edward.

(Look at that little smile Gordon has! This engine is smitten.)

James:

He's with Edward, thank you. More than that, he doesn't really fit well with the other RWS cast romance-wise. Thomas is something of a rival and friend, while he wants Gordon and Henry to acknowledge him and Percy is something of a little brother/annoyance to James. Edward and he have a lot to work out (mostly James groveling) but they got a lot of coding in the series from what I remember. Plus Edward saved him - so we've ticked the cliche box.

(Yes, this means Edward is the knight in shining armour. James is a diva anyway.)

Percy:

Has about as much luck as Thomas does, if we're honest. Young, childish Percy has no chance, while older, grumpier Percy is more interesting to consider. The Percy of Seasons 5 and 6 I could see bagging Harold. But then, we could also consider the absolute insanity of Percy and Diesel 10. Imagine the shock, imagine the story! (I'm a writer, let me dream about how I'd write this lot). Diesel 10 would be the delinquent who is soft for Percy and Percy only. It would also lead to an epic fight between the helicopter and the engine with a giant claw.

(Um, is Percy... blushing?! What are these faces?! I have questions.)

Toby:

Is married to Henrietta. They are old couple goals. Percy and Thomas are extremely jealous.

(Toby is grinning cause he knows his wife - that poor manager...)

Duck and Donald:

I considered Percy for Duck, but I feel like what Duck needs is an engine who can really bring out the playful side in Duck - the engine who helps him be more than just the railway he used to work for. That engine is Donald. When they ended up playing pranks on each other in Donald's Duck to the point where Duck stooped to putting a literal duck in Donald's tender knowing Donald would find it funny really says it all about these two.

(Look at him, so excited to play his little prank! His driver is wheezing!)

Douglas and Oliver:

These two practically have a kid in Toad already (or an advice-giving uncle. One of the two). Douglas saved Oliver, and that sort of thing has a lasting impact - especially because it's also the most likely relationship to actually happen. Both Douglas and Oliver are known for sticking it to authority, being a bit hot-headed and being led a bit more by spirit and the heart than by their heads. They have Toad for critical thinking. They live and work together too - and it would be hilarious to watch Duck blast his safety valve off when he finds out.

(Ah yes, let me just stare into your eyes for half an episode.)

Mavis and Daisy:

These two are disaster lesbians, and we love them for it. It's also the femme fatale (or as femme fatale as a diesel railcar can be) and the butch (she works in a quarry - this girl wears overalls) tropes - and they're disasters. Need I remind anyone that Daisy was the one who encouraged Mavis to ignore Toby? It would also be hilarious purely for how much Thomas and Percy would grumble about being single, while Daisy and Mavis rub their relationship in the pair's faces. Which would lead to that one memorable incident where Thomas tried to flirt with a very unamused and confused Bertie.

(Mavis, sweetie - don't listen to Daisy's advice. I know you're distracted but ple-- and she's gone.)

Annie and Clarabel:

Are wine aunts and siblings. And no, neither of them are interested in Thomas, so you can stop thinking that.

(These coaches are Thomas' wine aunts and best friends - and he loves them too.)

Bill and Ben:

Are children! Edward's children! That he has with BoCo (sort of) leading to the brilliant moments where Gordon has to 'babysit' them - which is mostly done with a lot of grimacing and begging BoCo to just hand this lot over to Edward and James - no seriously, please stop letting these two just randomly adopt you as their parent. They're evil, and they wanted to throw me in the sea, remember? No, I don't care that James doesn't like them, I don't like them! BoCo!

(He's petrified of them, but he wants to be nice for BoCo's sake...)

Emily:

Does not need a man, thank you. But she is entranced sometimes by Caitlin's streamlining (yes, I have seen some CGI - I am not a true purist, I am sorry Awdry). Then again, sometimes Emily likes Hiro - and then there was that one time where she was just so upset that Mavis wouldn't notice her. Emily doesn't need no man - but she's also not exactly got the best selection of potential candidates at her shed...

(She's got an amazing poker face. Caitlin however...)

So... that was a thing I did. Somewhere around Percy's entry, this gained a coherent plot in my mind - probably a High School AU? - and now I'm just thinking of Diesel 10 towering over Percy, blushing and trying to give him flowers (with his claw???) while Harold seethes. Clearly, being a single pringle has driven me insane.

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone, I hope you enjoyed this wild idea and if people want expansions on these ships (still trains) and why I like the idea of them, please go ahead and ask!

If people really like this, I will take on the Narrow Gauge engines.

[thepalestrose]

I went into this volume looking for gods, and I've convinced myself that I've found them.

Why do there have to be more gods in the first place?

The number four appears everywhere in RWBY. Four kingdoms housing four academies containing four vaults safeguarding four relics opened by four maidens. Teams are four members each, and go through four years of academy training together.

But created by just two gods...?

The four relics represent each of the four ideas around which humanity was based. Creation, destruction, knowledge, and choice.

The brothers are creation (Light) and destruction (Darkness). But what about knowledge and choice? Neither of them really embody either. Superficially, Light gives Ozma the choice of reincarnation, but that's shallow.

Okay, but why these two?

The Curious Cat is knowledge. They have an insatiable appetite for information, and are the one most knowledgeable about the Ever After, and clearly play more of a role in it's functioning than a normal Ever Afterian. Purpose is intrinsically linked to life, so much so that life ends (and ascension begins) when purpose is lost.

What else is a being that can change someones purpose on a whim other than a god?

The Blacksmith is choice, specifically, the choice of identity for oneself. They are the heart of the tree, the one that reaches out when those in the Ever After lose their way. The one who reshapes them when they ascend.

To Ruby, she appears as a blacksmith, forging weapons because those weapons ARE her identity. Her weapon is who she is. So the Blacksmith offers Ruby a choice, in the form of the weapons on her wall. Each is a new identity for Ruby.

All she would have to do to ascend... is pick one up.

What role will these gods play for the rest of the volume? Will they leave the Ever After behind, and inhabit Remnant? The Curious Cat wanted to go to Remnant with Alyx, after all.

I can't wait to find out.

[fanfictionroxs]

KinnPorsche teasing VegasPete about their adventurous bedroom activities and Vegas turns to smirk at Pete because his baby has more fucked up tastes than him.

Pete: You know, I may have messed up tastes, but I'm the only one in this room who never kissed his own cousin 😏

Kinn, Porsche, Vegas: ...

[veveisveryuncool]

sucker for big sister sailor dee and baby brother bandana who had a Tragic Sibling Fallout during revenge of meta knight (who later reunited because i can't handle angst)

[greenhoodiegremlin-blog]

in retrospect, the amount of time i spend thinking about the “wu takes kai and nya in after their parents disappear and raises them” au is,, just sad

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Ok this has been bothering me: Zuko WAS a firebending prodigy. He just wasn't as much of one as Azula, and that's why Ozai saw him as a failure.

[hellfirehottie]

California Dreamin' - Eddie Munson

Content warnings/advisories (SPOILERS!!!) 18+ only, mature themes, reader discretion advised. Mental health struggles, anxiety, depression, parental abuse, parental alcoholism, alcohol use, drug use, smut, swearing. Soul mates, twin flames. Eddie survived the upside down. Strangers to lovers. Mutual pining. Idiots in love, very fluffy.

Blurb:

Nina: “Why do you love me, Eddie?”  Eddie: “You were like coming up for fresh air.” [playing with his rings nervously] “Life kinda blurred into one long day. And then I met you.” [looking at her lovingly] “And you brought me back to life. I felt like the old me again.” Nina: “Do you think we’ll get through this?” 

Eddie: “We have to.” [smiling at her] “I haven’t finished loving you yet.” 

Eddie’s life didn’t change much after he returned from the Upside Down. People still hated him, blamed him, and he retreated to a shell of his former self. Life passed him by, blurring into the same everyday routine. Until Nina, Robin’s ‘sort-of’ cousin arrives in Hawkins. 

Fleeing from her past in California, Nina’s world is turned upside down (no pun intended) as she falls head over heels for the freak of Hawkins. 

Can these two lost souls find peace with each other, or will the demons of their past come back for them? 

Contents:

Chapter One - Black Magic Woman // Someone new arrives in Hawkins.

Chapter Two - Cherry Bomb // Rumours fly around Hawkins High, and Eddie says Hi.

Chapter Three - Freak // Eddie and Nina get to know each other

Chapter Four - Fall for Me // Steve hosts a study group, 18+

Chapter Five - Every little thing she does is magic // Eddie and Nina get close

Chapter Six - Everywhere (Part One) // Eddie and Nina get closer

Chapter Six - Everywhere (Part Two)

Chapter Seven - Songbird // Nina freaks out. 18+

Chapter Eight - How do I get you alone? // Nina joins Eddie at the hideout and a fight breaks out. 18+

Chapter Nine - I think we're alone now // 18+ (smut), Things heat up between Eddie and Nina

Chapter Ten - I Just Want You // Nina has doubts and Eddie soothes them. (18+, angst, mh warning)

This fic is under construction; was previously posted as "Hey Stranger" on an old account @/takemebackto-eden / @/heyeddiemunson

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[rainylana]

“You’re a good boy.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: eddie wants to help. he’s tried to help. you won’t let him. long story short you fuck on a picnic table.

warnings: okay so writing this just felt dark to me. abuse, physically and verbally, reader is brainwashed and delusional honestly, also described with a southern, squeaky voice, language, smut, sir kink, spanking, reader wants eddie to hurt her but he doesn’t feel good about it, public sex, sex on a picnic table, v quick orgasms (i’ll die on the hill that eddie doesn’t last long) drinking, cheating ( reader’s boyfriend is an asshole so it’s okay), slight manipulation on behalf of the reader, reader doesn’t know the different between love and pain. i feel like eddie has a different vibe to him here, but i wrote him that way purposely as the storyline is dark. let me know what you thought of this! i like the way it turned out.

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Eddie and Wayne sat on the shared picnic table of the trailer park, centered around a fire pit with empty beer cans and cigarette butts decorated around it. They spent a lot of time there, as did the other residents in the late night hours. It was a place where him and his uncle could catch up, shoot the shit and do what uncles and nephews did these days. There really wasn’t much of that going on tonight though. Eddie had a stressed, pensive look on his face, elbows resting on his bouncing knees and rings scraping together from shaking hands. His eyes were narrowed and his brows were creased, lips in a tight line and ears straining to hear.

Wayne was leaning his back against the table top, glancing between his nephew and your trailer that was only fifty some feet away from them. He’d occasionally pat Eddie’s back when he’d tense up from another yell or scream, debating whether or not to try and convince him to just go inside and go to sleep. He knew he wouldn’t listen, anyways. Wayne sighed tiredly at the sound of something being thrown. He hoped tonight wouldn’t be a night were he’d have to call the police again, not that it ever really did much.

You had a reputation, and not a very good one. Your boyfriend, who you lived with, was an absolute shit head who treaded you like dirt underneath his shoes. And the worst part? You let it happen. No matter how many times Wayne called the police or Eddie tried begging you to leave him, you wouldn’t. You never really shared why, but you didn’t think it was anyone’s business, anyways. It was your relationship.

You’d been there for almost five years now, and it was like this almost every other night. Nights when there was no yelling was when everyone got concerned. It wasn’t just Eddie and Wayne. No, everyone was concerned for your safety. There were times where the whole trailer park tried to have an intervention when he’d beaten you up too badly, thrown you outside the door and kicked you against the gravel. Your boyfriend had spent the night in jail that night, the women of the trailer park took care of you, and Eddie visited your window around two am.

But nothing anyone ever said or did was good enough. You made it clear that you weren’t leaving, that he loved you in his own way, and that you loved him. You liked the way he treated you. It was hard for Eddie to understand why you stayed and Wayne knew this, so he tried to help him better understand. They could only do so much to help you, especially when you didn’t want help to begin with. Wayne wasn’t sure why Eddie was so invested with you. Maybe it was just the sole fact that what was happening was wrong and he wanted to help a lady in trouble, sure. He’d given that thought. That’s how mostly everyone saw it. But he knew it was something more for Eddie.

Maybe he saw himself in you. Maybe he had a crush on you. Who knows. But Wayne worried that he was going to invest himself too much in your safety. As much as he knew what was happening was wrong, that it needed to stop and your boyfriend needed to locked away, he didn’t want his nephew to get hurt.

Eddie was biting at his nails hazardously to the point Wayne could see blood crusted around his thumb. It was a nice night out for the most part. The air was crisp and the sky was clear, full of stars and crickets, screams and shouts in the background. They both jumped when your boyfriend stormed. He slammed open the door and tumbled down the steps, barely holding himself up with a beer bottle clutched tightly in his grasp.

“You clean that shit off your face, you hear me!” He slurred, stumbling back and forth with sweat rolling down his face.

“Go fuck your self!” You screamed, bracing yourself against the doorframe and holding it tightly, then stretching out your arm to give him the finger.

Eddie flinched when he threw down the bottle, his whole body on edge incase he needed to step in. Wayne placed a hand on his shoulder blades.

“Bitch.” He sneered, giving the two men a nasty glare before he he stumbled off down the gravel road and off to god knows where. You stumbled down the steps yourself, not having seen the men yet, and glared off in his distance as you crossed your arms. They couldn’t tell if you were drunk or not.

“Y/n?” Wayne took action, clearing his throat.

You spun around and swallowed, cocking your head and letting out a breathy smile. “Hi, boys.” You politely waved at them.

“Everything okay?” He noticed your disheveled state. “Need anything?”

You chuckled quietly and shook your head, wiping a tear track away. “No need to worry bout me, Wayne. Imma’ big girl.”

Eddie looked like a little boy. He sat there silently and stared at you with big eyes. Wayne nodded and looked at his nephew. “You let me know if you need something, k?” He spoke to both you and Eddie, getting a nod from the younger man as he watched his uncle walk back to their trailer.

“Not gonna talk to me, Eddie?” Your voice was small and meek, questioning and bubbly all at once.

Eddie blinked at your outfit, scanning you up and down, then the make up on your face. “What is all that?”

You smiled wildly and held out your arms. “In it’ pretty? I wanna be like all the girls on the tv! I’m gonna be an actress!” You skipped over and settled beside Eddie, bumping shoulders and taking his hand in yours, giving it friendly squeezes.

“Was that what that was all about?” He raised a brow, eyes glued to the glitter you had on your eyes and cheekbones. You were a fascinating person. Despite the situation you lived in, you were oddly….happy? No, happy didn’t seem like the right word. No, you were brainwashed was how Eddie saw it. You wore a red, short dress that had black gems across the bottom. It looked like something from the 20’s, and your hair was let down your back freely with wild and bright makeup on your face, tear tracks and all.

Your face was always shiny. No matter when he saw you, your face always had old tears on your cheeks, etched into your makeup. It was just apart of you. You were always so shiny.

“Just don’t want me to leave him, is all.” You shrugged your shoulder. You wouldn’t leave anyways. “Do you like my dress?”

He swallowed and nodded, giving you another once over, your hand still holding his tightly. You made him extremely confused. You were so optimistic and falsely happy. You flirted with him all the time and even kissed him on multiple occasions. He never stopped you. No, he was practically head over heals for you and he didn’t know why. All he knew was that he wanted to keep you safe and away from him, but Wayne was right, they could only do so much, especially when you didn’t want help.

Wayne told him over and over that the best thing he could do was be there for you, to be a friend and someone to lean on in the midst of everything, so he tried his best to do so.

“You’re quiet tonight.” You placed your arm on his chest and traced the muscles underneath his shirt, batting your lashes at him.

He stared at you then flickered down at your lips. “Jus’ thinkin.”

“Bout?”

“You’ll get mad.” He looked at the ground for a brief minute, knowing you did no like being pestered about your relationship.

You sighed, knowing that was what he was thinking about, and grumbled, leaning over to place your head against his chest. “Stop it, Eds. Worry too much.”

He loved your voice. It was almost squeaky, dripping in a southern accent and he loved how you pronounced his name. It was high pitched and downright adorable.

This was a routine that Eddie knew well too much. He could sit there and berate you for staying, do the same thing everyone else did, but that would do no good. It was an old song that you didn’t sing along to anymore and had no desire to hear. Be a friend.

“So, an actress, huh?”

You looked at him and beamed with a wide smile. “Mhm!” You hummed through your pearly teeth. “Think I can be a star, Eddie?”

“I think you could be anything you want to be, y/n.” He rested his elbow on the picnic table, letting go of your hand to sat behind your back where you leaned.

“I haven’t been to the movies in so long.” You sighed, twirling your fingers and looking up to the starlight sky. “Don’t even member’ last time I went. He won’t take me no more.”

You turned your face to the side and he could see the faded purple of an old black eye. He swallowed hard before he glanced down at your thigh brushing against his rough jeans. “I would take you, but I know you wouldn’t go.”

You smiled sweetly and picked your bare feet off the ground, bringing your knees to your chest. “Maybe we could keep it a secret! We don’t gotta tell know one, Eddie.” You looked at him with big, full eyes that made him nod.

“Yeah, maybe.”

You breathed whimsically and curled into him, causing him to stiffen awkwardly. Wayne warned him about getting too friendly with you, but he didn’t seem to care too much.

“You’re so good to me.” You yawned quietly, turning to lay your head in his lap. He gulped and held his hands awkwardly in the air before you grabbed his ringed palm and brought it down to rest against your belly. “Always wantin’ to take care of me.”

He stared down at you as you got sleepier. Your eyes grew heavy and you closed them with soft fluttered, fingers wrapped around his wrist. He brought up his other hand to brush away some loose hair, lightly tracing the fading bruise around your eye. It wasn’t fair that you stayed with him. You could have anyone you wanted to. You could have him. You were so beautiful and sweet. Why did you stay there with him? It just wasn’t right. Through no fault of your own, you were sick in the head.

He seen your lip twitch as he traced the bruise, ghosting it lightly. He sighed heavily with creased brows. “I wish you wouldn’t let him treat you this way.”

You opened your eyes and cocked your head. “Like how?”

“You know how.” He gestured toward the bruise.

You shrugged your shoulder with a light smile, leaning up on your elbows. “Just how he loves me, Eddie. He’s good to me in his own way.”

“Oh, yeah? Like how?” He couldn’t help the malice that came through. “All he does is beat on you, y/n.”

“He doesn’t!” You snapped, your voice cracking through your thick accent, raising up off his lap. You angrily crossed your arms and huffed, looking away from him. “He loves me, Eddie! You don’t know what being in love is like!”

“I know it’s not that!” He pointed to your bruise.

“Or this.” He picked up your wrist and flipped it, pointing to the finger prints from being gripped too tightly.

“Stop it!” You yanked your arm away from him and let out a cry, scooting away from him.

Emotions had come out too quickly, too suddenly, and now Eddie was left with a hole in his heart that felt guilty for making you upset. But damnit, he was upset. You controlled his every thought. He couldn’t focus in school or work, during his campaigns or band rehearsal. He could only think about you and it was driving him crazy. And frankly, it was pissing him off.

“Sorry.” He swallowed, slouching slightly in his posture. He gave you a sideways look at the sound of your sniffle. You were crying again.

“Why do you care so much?” You allowed yourself to say.

Why did he care so much? He didn’t know.

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly, staring down at the exposure of your thighs. “I just know that…that you deserve so much better than him, and I don’t like seeing you hurt. Is that too difficult to understand?”

You turned to look at him, and he swallowed uncomfortably at your tear struck face, eyes sinking a little. He wanted to reach out and wipe them away. “Everyone says that.” You answered thickly, voice small and weak. “But you’re the only one who really means it. I know how much you want me to leave him.”

He only nodded, afraid of what he would say if he chose to spoke. You shocked him when you placed a small kiss on his lips, just a little peck, and cupped his cheek with your palm. He gave you a lovestruck look before you climbed into his lap, reconnecting your lips in a tangle of desperation and passion. You held his face and he folded his long arms around your back. You shamelessly grinded on his lap, making him groan in your mouth before he bucked his hips up between your legs.

“Does it- does it make you- mad that I stay?” You spoke between kisses, tongues lapping and licking teeth.

“Yes.” He groaned, moving down to your neck to suckle the skin. His dick was hard against your thigh. “You piss me off.”

You whimpered and tilted your eyes up to the stars. You reached around to grab his hand, placing it on your mound and rubbing yourself against his palm. “I’m sorry.” You cried, more tears slipping past your lids.

He came back up to your lips, holding your cheek with his free palm as he kept his other cupped on your cunt. You groaned at the feeling of his hand on your face. “Eddie,” You panted. “Want you to hit me.”

His brows furrowed. You kept his hand on your cheek. He pulled away with a look. “What?”

“Please.” You begged in tears, looking at him with such a look that it nearly made him crumble. “Hurt me. I’ve made you mad. I don’t want you to be mad at me, Eddie.”

“I’m not mad.” He denied quickly, pulling his hand from your cunt to rest against your thigh.

“Please,” You whimpered, pressing your nose against his. “I want to feel your hands. I need to feel something, please- please hit me, Eddie. Hurt me.” Your breath came out in pants that caused the blood to rush to his cock, and you placed your hand on the bulge underneath you that caused him to gasp shortly, gripping the picnic table he sat on.

“Fuck.” He groaned, eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck, y/n…we…he might,”

“He’s not coming back anytime soon.” You answered softly, fingers trailing the tent in his pants. Your eyes were shining with tears while his looks straight up guilty and in love. You were manipulating him with your power that you held, but he didn’t care. He moaned lightly when you squeezed him.

“You don’t deserve to be hit.” The veins in his arms poked out from the chill in the night, his Megadeth shirt clinging to his muscles.

“Maybe not.” You said hoarsely, the hazy glow of the street light above you making the purple glitter on your cheeks sparkle, the red lipstick you wore smudged from his full lips. “But I want to. Not by him. By you. Please, Eddie. Make me feel something. I can’t feel anymore. Help me feel, Eddie.”

You both were moaning through your words when you started arching your back and pressing your cunt into his jeans, your nails digging into his back. “How?” He said thickly, his lips parting. “How do..here?” He grabbed your hand and placed it on your cheek, his heart racing.

You shook your head. “No.”

He looked down at your breasts, closing his eyes for a brief second before he pulled your hand down to your pussy. “Here?”

You stifled a moan at the contact, but shook your head again. He grew confused and you pressed your chest against him, holding him, and you dragged his hand around your waist to place his hand on the curve of your ass, the angle barely keeping it covered. “Here.” You whispered into his ear.

He raised a brow and squeezed the flesh of your ass, his stomach doing cartwheels when you whined. “Here? Want me to hit you here?”

You nodded this time. “Yes, sir.”

He still didn’t feel good about it, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. The girl he was hopelessly ogling over was grinding herself on him, leaving sloppy trails down his neck and asking him to spank her. It may have been wrong. No, it was wrong. But if it was really what you wanted, then so be it.

“Bend over.”

You obliged quickly, maneuvering yourself off of him so you could lower yourself down to his lap, your ass resting on his thighs. Eddie gave a scan around him. Nobody was out, but that didn’t mean his uncle wayne wouldn’t be coming back out to smoke or check on him.

He looked back down to you and kept in a filthy moan at the sight, and he crumbled even further when you reached around to pull your dress up, revealing your white cotton underwear. He gulped nervously, resting a hand on your thigh. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, sir.” You said bashfully, resting your cheek on the moldy wood. “Make me cry, Eddie. Be mean to me.”

Sir was sending him over the edge. “Okay.” He muttered. “Just..just tell me if you want me to stop, alright?” He waited for you to nod.

He rested his hand on the curvature of your panties, painfully hard, and took a breath before he lifted his hand and brought it down on your bottom. You said nothing, and his immediately went to your face to see if you were okay. He slapped it down again, the same cheek and the same speed. You said nothing again, your eyes a hazy glow under the light.

He smacked you a little hard on the third and fourth hit, and he noticed how your lips twitched a bit, making him twitch in his pants. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, sir.” Your face was growing red. “But I…I want you to hit me harder. You’re not being mean enough.”

His lips parted as a hesitant look crossed his features, and he nervously looked around to see if any spectators were out. He did not want to traumatize his uncle.

He surprised you, and himself, with a sharp, full handed blow that made you squeal that time. His eyes widened in concern, but your moan calmed him. “Yeah. Like that.” You panted, and he swallowed roughly. He was going to give you what you wanted.

He took down your panties until they rested at your ankles, and you kicked them off without care. He scooted out to the edge of the seat so he could lift your backside higher up on his thigh, your feet touching the ground now. Your heart started to race. “Comfortable?” His voice surprising came out dominating, and you nodded meekly.

“Cat got your tongue?” He wanted to hear sir again.

You blushed, licking your lips as you felt your pussy throb for him. “Yes, sir. I’m comfortable.”

This was wrong. He shouldn’t be doing this. It was wrong to hurt you, even if you wanted it. He shouldn’t be treating you like some whore out in the middle of the street for shit sakes.

“How mean?” He said softly, making your eyes flutter shut. You buried your face in the wood beneath you.

“Very mean.” You answered honestly. “Sir.”

He placed his hand on the smooth skin of your bottom, just a hint of pink from his previous slaps. He wanted to see it brighter. Very mean. He lifted his hand and began slapping it down hard, alternating between each cheek in firm, heavy blows that made you gasp out surprisingly at his dedication to your cause to make you cry.

He kept his eyes glued to your face, watching the way your jaw stayed unhinged, eyes filled with tears and the way your hands gripped the wood plank beneath you. You were gasping and moaning and crying all at the same time, a look of euphoric pain and pleasure dancing in the glitter you painted on yourself. His hand was burning to the point it hurt himself, but he didn’t stop, he only switched hands, the one with the three big, chunky rings. He could only imagine how your ass felt.

Slap after slap, it burned so hotly that it scorched your skin and it felt like it was digging through the bone and would come out on the other side. Both you and Eddie were panting, and you shamelessly began rocking yourself back and forth of his thigh to get some friction. He could see your shiny arousal dripping between your thighs, and that was only ambition to spank you harder.

You let out a blubbering sob as he laid red hand prints on your ass, making sure to mark each surface of your skin. It shocked him how you weren’t squirming away. Your arms clawed at the wood and you arched your back, but you weren’t kicking your legs out in pain. You laid right there and took it all. It made his heart ache with guilt.

The pulsing ache between your legs was so strong that you reached your hand under your belly to find your clit, rubbing fast, erratic circles that just wasn’t getting the job done. Eddie groaned above you at the sight. “Can I fuck you?” He said it without care and reason, in a husky and desperate tone.

“Yes!” You sobbed, the pain in his hits starting to become too overwhelming. He stopped as soon as you said it, and you gasped when he gripped your forearms and spun you around to bend you over the picnic table. You groaned out as the wood cut into your skin, but you didn’t care. Eddie hurriedly unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans and boxers just bellow his hips, aligning his hard, thick cock at your entrance and thrusting himself in. You both simultaneously moaned out in relief at the feeling, his chest against your back as his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up off the table by a few inches.

He thrusted hard into you that made you choke on your breath, eyes blurred with tears as the glitter melted down your neck from tear tracks. His cock abused your g spot and you pulsed and swelled around him, his breath hot in your head and dark curls tickling your neck. It was completely disgusting the way he was fucking you, rough and desperate with pornographic and filthy moans both shamefully leaving you. It wouldn’t have been a shocker if everyone heard what was going on.

Eddie groaned when he shot his load into you with one final, sharp and deep thrust of his hips, his stomach clenching and knees buckling against the sides of yours. You sang out in moans and whimpers as you clenched around him, the breath taken from your lungs as you reached out to grip the edge of the table, nails practically chipping. You both rested there for a minute in sweat and tears before he dragged himself out of your sore cunt.

He plopped himself down on the seat, panting heavily as you— decided not to sit, and he tucked himself back into his jeans, leaving his belt unbuckled. You turned your neck and lifted your dress to see the redness of your skin, some parts purple and bruised. Eddie looked over and saw you, going up to your eyes and widening slightly to see your reaction. All you did was smile and pick up your panties, leaning down to pat him on the cheek. “Thanks, Eddie.” You said gratefully.

“You’re a good boy.”

He watched you turn on your heal and walk with shaky legs back to the travel, gravel digging in to your bare feet. You never seemed to have shoes on. Guilt started to eat him alive, and his face etched in confusion and sorrow. Despite the mind blowing orgasm he had, right now, he did not feel good.