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bi-writes · 17 days

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Would Simon do cute-sy couple things with MOB in public? Hand holding, kisses/cuddles, pet names? Or since they are out in the open, is he always reserved until they are in a restaurant or in the car- just away from the public eye

mail-order bride

in private, this man is on his knees for his wife. in the car, he'll put his hand over yours on your thigh or just look over at you time to time to check on you. at home, he fixes your hair for you, offers to cut your nails if you don't get them done, oils your hair, brushes it. he learns your skincare routine and will help you in the bathroom mirror, smoothing it over your face and making sure your skin is hydrated and treated. he definitely asked you to show him how you take off your makeup so that he can help you do it at the end of a long day; he'll come into the bedroom with micellar water and cotton and have you lay your head in his lap as he takes it off for you and murmurs how pretty you are.

he loves putting your shoes on for you, especially if there's laces or things to tie. gets on one knee for you and buckles your heels or ties your runners or zips up your boots.

he doesn't like when you use the stool to get to the top shelf. he likes showing off his strength, picking you up to get you to the shelf, groping you a little and making your head spin when he sets you down and buries his face into your neck.

in public, he's still affectionate, but he doens't initiate much. but he never turns his girl away.

he always wears his mask, so kissing doesn't happen much, but you make it work. when he buys you some flowers at the farmers' market, you kiss him over the mask softly, cooing in his ear, telling him he's so nice, he's so kind. doesn't say anything because he's blushing mad under the mask.

when you're walking along the main road checking out the shops, you reach over and take his hand, and he intertwines your fingers gently as you keep walking.

simon always keeps you away from the road. subconsciously even, always getting between you and someone else, always standing at your back, glaring when someone looks your way too long or looks at you funny. he carries your things for you; shopping bags, groceries, heavy packages, he doesn't let you hold a thing, but you don't mind, especially when the items get heavy. you try not to stare too long as he grunts when he lifts up a heavy box for you, big arms bulging as he carries it into the house.

calls you love, sweetheart, luvvie. his most frequently-used petname is baby, he adores calling you that, cause that's what you are to him. in public, baby makes you shy, in the bedroom, it has you a whining, squirmy little mess.

he doesn't love to be too affectionate in public though. the most he does is hold your hand or keep you close; at the pub, he likes when you sit in his lap sometimes, but he keeps it very cool and casual. although he does grip your chin sometimes or say something into your ear, and it definitely has you squeezing your legs together when you think a little too much about it (effortless sex appeal ok).

in a restaurant, simon is just a straight gentleman. opening doors for you, pulling out your chair, taking your purse for you to hold it or set it aside (and to keep you from paying, although it's adorable when you use the credit card he gave you to give to the waiter). when you need to go to the toilet, he gets up, takes your hand, walks you over so he can see you go inside safely. doesn't matter if it's a fast food place or a fancy restaurant, simon is just always concerned about you and can't sit still unless he knows you get to and from somewhere safely.

with his mask on in public, it's a lot of noses touching, foreheads pressing together, chaste kisses through cloth. always brief and always quiet, but they are intimate exchanges anyways. they are almost always silent, and you speak with nothing but your eyes, but you don't need much else with simon. you know each other by now, can read each other, and you take comfort in your new reality.

he is most himself at home, though. most himself without his mask, cooking you dinner, leaning over you as you bake something for him in your new cast iron pan (he saw the red color of it and thought of you in that cherry dress, couldn't help himself). he's most himself feeding the cats, cutting up whole sardines and quail eggs, a pump of salmon oil and some freeze-dried chicken hearts (the black cat prefers veggies, too, in an elevated bowl--the orange one is forced to eat from a lick mat or else she'll eat too fast for her own good). he's most himself watching you in the mirror, stealing glances of you coming out of the shower, tucking you into bed.

and he feels the most alone when he stands in front of you, duffel bag over his shoulder as johnny honks on the car horn outside. he feels the most alone, the saddest, when he tries to ignore your trembling lip and teary eyes as he says goodbye to you.

in his own home, mask on, feeling so close to you and yet somehow, the farthest from you. and when he kisses you goodbye, mask hiked up over his nose, he tries to forget the taste of your tears and the sound of your choked i love you.

if he thinks about it too long, he won't move from this spot.

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astralis-ortus · 5 months

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sunday, sunday, sunday

✱ husband!bc × fem!reader

— now, and every sundays to ever come. i want to spend them all with you.

w.count → 1.1k genre → fluff, fluff, fluff. just tooth rotting fluff. warnings → very minor cussing (just once)(atp cussing is a given lol), kissing, time jump (twice), chan referred to as chris a.n → blame the man for putting the idea in my head like what can i do??? his insta post??? hello??? not to mention his song recommendation while i was writing this??? laufey's like the movies??? what??? he wants me dead atp<////3 ⋆ see masterlist

it’s sunday.

to be fair, it has been sunday since the moment chris’ eyes flew open a few hours ago. it’s sunday when he got ready, it’s sunday when he got his light makeup and hair settled, it is sunday when he finally wore the crisp tailored suit that has been turning his heart into the loudest marching band ensemble he’d ever known.

but to be fair,

it’s not just any sunday.

“bring those shoulders down, hyung. you’re gonna get cramps at this point.”

“oh shut up,” chris groaned, feeling more embarrassed about the fact that he got caught more than the fact that his nerves are firing non-stop at an untraceable rate. “just take the pictures, felix.”

albeit rolling his eyes at chris’ rather feisty comment, it was proven impossible to wipe the cheeky grin off the younger’s clearly ecstatic face. after all, it’s a monumental day in chris’ life—and he’s very honored the older trusted his (and technically hyunjin’s) skills to capture the day’s earlier moments.

“see? that’s already all better,” felix cheerily quipped, snapping several pictures as soon as he caught a glimpse of chris fixing his posture. besides, a little movement here and there does make the picture come out a lot more natural, which was the one thing you repeatedly told him (and hyunjin) as something you wanted to see most in the final cuts.

you.

the mere thought of you was enough to melt the remaining stillness present in chris’ face.

it has been a wild few months; meetings after meetings, fittings after fittings, testing, changes in plans, some other minor revisions, checklist, checklist, checklist. chris was justifiably spent, and so were you. there were arguments (you refused to call them fights, knock on wood), there were a couple of shed tears (out of frustration, of course), there were a few hours of leaving each other on read (justifiably so, considering both of you are quite the stubborn pair), but there were also a lot of make-up dates, plenty of exchanged giggles of excitement, and bountiful of prayers for the days to come.

those days have been wild, and this sunday will begin to prove that every second of it was worthwhile.

“chris hyung!”

woken up from his trance, the glint on chris’ eyes finally returned as he found hyunjin’s head peeking from inside the room—the one he’d been waiting on for the past 10 minutes while his head was busy creating bits and pieces for his life montage.

“ready to see your bride?” asked the younger, grin replicating the ones felix is sporting behind his lenses.

am i ready?

palms running over the fabric of his carefully crafted suit, ones you finally chose after debating over a dozen others you deem was ‘not grand enough for someone about to spend the rest of my life with’, chris took one final breath.

“ready.”

it’s sunday.

it’s been exactly a week since your wedding day, and you finally got your hand on the stack of developed pictures courtesy to your now-husband’s talented teammates. originally, you wanted to take part in picking the films, but the duo was pretty convincing when they said waiting for their pick would make a good little surprise to enjoy on your honeymoon trip.

“come on,” chris beckoned, curls framing his beautiful face while his hand motioned to the empty spot next to him on the bed; one you just left after a call from the front desk informing you about the tiny package under your husband’s name. “let’s see how hyunjin did at taking your pictures.”

“and felix at yours,” you added with a grin, swiftly claiming your throne while your fingers were busy ripping open the brown envelope. “i want to see my husband as much as you wanted to see your wife, you know. not to mention, that suit was absolutely perfect on you.”

“not again,” his defeated giggles has been chris’ way to answer to your every compliment on his look since the day of your wedding. “you need to stop that before my head blows up to the size of a hot air balloon, my love.”

“well,” you shrugged, finally getting your hand on the stack of pictures before then snuggling right into the warmth of chris’ arms, “have you ever thought about trying not to be so hot all the da-“

and of course, stealing kisses has also been his alternative should you continue to run your mouth and try to turn him into a blushing mess.

as if that’s not exactly the reason why you kept up with the praises.

“can we start looking at the pictures,” he muttered over your lips, evidently smiling as his lips brushed against yours, “or do i still need to shut you up?”

you hummed, letting the warmth of his skin hover over your face before your lips captured his in a quick peck, “pictures. need to see my cool husband.”

the way his laugh reverberates against his chest never fails to warm you up.

“okay, picture it is then.”

it’s sunday.

you didn’t expect moving to be this hard—sure, you’ve been living together with chris even before you two got married, but had you really been accumulating that many stuffs?

“fuck—i think it’s not the right screw,” your husband’s mutters forces your line of sight to gravitate towards his hunched figure, still hovering over the half-built shelf on the floor of your living room.

“you reckon it should still stick out this much?” he questioned, beckoning you to look at the silver piece, sticking out like a sore thumb. “no, right?”

“think not,” you huffed, crouching next to chris to look at the scattered pieces around him, “was this all? did they send the wrong one?”

chris groaned in defeat, deciding to lean onto your warmth instead of voicing his answer. maybe building your own furniture was not exactly a good idea to spend your first weekend home after your honeymoon trip.

treading your fingers through his soft curls, you then came up with a suggestion, “i’ll get you a pineapple juice then we’ll figure it out together, yeah?”

and it sure perked him right up.

looking at you with sparkles lighting up in his eyes, it felt right—it felt like even through the worst sundays, chris would still be the there to welcome you home.

“thank you,” he grinned—the boyish kind. the one that made you feel like a swarm of butterflies, one that gets you blushing like a schoolgirl in front of her first ever crush. his lips then found its home on the bare of your thigh, printing a quick kiss on the surface, “you’re the best.”

“mm, i know,” you answered with a giggle, feeling the warmth breaking through your skin before returning the kiss on his plump lips while feigning ignorance to the way your heartbeat grew louder by the second.

“you’re still the bestest of the best, though. can’t beat you.”

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cool-fancier · 9 months

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Love's Haunting Embrace

Synopsis: In a dream, pre-wedding excitement surrounds a couple deeply in love. Unexpectedly, a twist reveals a heartrending tale of enduring love and profound loss.

A/n: The story involves tender moments shared between the reader, her friends, and her beloved, Bada, within a heartfelt context.The story explores themes of love, anticipation, and emotional depth, leading to a surprising revelation.navigates the complexities of a profound loss and the dreamlike experience that surfaces within the reader’s subconscious.

Word count: 2K

The sunlight danced through the windows, painting the room in soft hues of morning. You sat in front of the vanity, nerves and excitement bubbling within you like an orchestra tuning up for a grand performance. Your hands trembled slightly as you carefully applied the finishing touches to your makeup, stealing glances at the intricate lace of your wedding gown hanging nearby.

Lusher, your best friend and confidante, bustled around the room, fussing over the tiniest details. "You look absolutely breathtaking," she gushed, adjusting a stray strand of your hair. "Bada won't know what hit her when she sees you."

A playful smile tugged at your lips as you tried to steady your racing heart. "I hope I won't trip walking down the aisle."

Tatter, another close friend, chuckled, fixing the final details on your gown. "Trust me, you'll glide down that aisle like a queen. You've got this!"

Meanwhile, in another room, Bada sat, surrounded by her own group of friends—Kyma, Minah, CheChe, and Sowoen. They fluttered around her, teasingly reassuring her and fawning over her beauty.

"You're going to knock Y/N off her feet," Kyma grinned, adjusting Bada's outfit.

Minah nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, you look like the coolest bride ever!"

Bada's usually stoic facade cracked, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Stop it, guys. You're making me more nervous."

Back in your room, Lusher handed you a beautifully wrapped package. "A little something to calm your nerves." Inside was a small, handwritten note from Bada—a heartfelt message that instantly brought tears to your eyes. It was a reminder of the love that bound you together, a source of strength on this momentous day.

"You two are just the sweetest," you sniffled, wiping away a stray tear.

Tatter grinned mischievously. "Save the tears for when you say your vows. We don't want to ruin that flawless makeup."

Laughter filled the room, easing the tension that had been building up inside you. As the minutes ticked by, the anticipation grew, mingled with a mix of jittery excitement and heartfelt emotions.

In the adjoining room, Bada opened a similar package from you—a token of your love and a reminder that this day marked the beginning of a new chapter in your lives together. She read your heartfelt words, feeling a surge of warmth and determination. Her friends exchanged knowing smiles, understanding the depth of her emotions even without words.

As the moment drew closer, you stole a glance at yourself in the mirror, taking in every detail—the way your gown cascaded around you, the way your heart raced with a blend of nerves and happiness. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

In her room, Bada stood before the mirror, straightening her tie with steady hands. Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and love. The image reflected in the mirror wasn't just her in a suit; it was the embodiment of a promise—a promise to love and cherish you for eternity.

Amidst the flurry of emotions, your friends gathered around you, offering words of encouragement, sharing stories, and reminding you of the incredible journey that led to this moment.

"You two were made for each other," Lusher said, her eyes sparkling with emotion.

Tatter nodded in agreement. "You've weathered storms together. Today is the start of a beautiful calm."

Across the hall, Bada's friends echoed similar sentiments, assuring her that this day was meant to be a celebration of love, of the unbreakable bond between you and her.

"You're not alone in this, Bada," Kyma said softly. "We're all here for you, just as Y/N is."

Minutes later, the doors of the church creaked open, signaling the beginning of a momentous journey. With hearts full of love and a future brimming with promise, you and Bada stepped forward, ready to exchange vows that would bind your souls together in a sacred union.

As the music swelled and you took those final steps toward the altar, all nerves dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace. You locked eyes with Bada, and in that shared gaze, you found reassurance, love, and the unwavering certainty that this moment was meant to be—a moment destined to etch itself into the tapestry of your lives, forever cherished and remembered.

Bada, your beloved, stood opposite you, radiant in her wedding attire. Her eyes shimmered with joy and love, a reflection of the unspoken promises between you. Her smile, the one that always melted your worries away, was now a beacon of hope, promising a future of shared happiness.

As the ceremony progressed, your eyes remained locked with Bada's, each moment etching itself into your memory. The exchange of vows felt like an intimate confession of love and devotion, and the anticipation of the impending kiss filled the air with a mix of nerves and exhilaration.

"I now pronounce you partners for life. You may kiss the bride," the officiant announced with a smile, their voice resonating through the church.

You leaned in, ready to seal the vows with a tender kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only you and Bada in this sacred moment.

Just as your lips were about to meet, a jolt ripped through your consciousness. The warmth of the church dissolved, and you were jolted awake, tears streaming down your face, your heart wrenching with a deep ache.

You sat up in bed, gasping for breath, staring at the empty space beside you. Reality crashed back with cruel force, shattering the fleeting dream that had felt so achingly real.

Bada had been your everything—your confidante, your love, your partner in every sense. But she had passed away years ago, leaving a chasm in your soul that time had failed to heal.

The dream had brought back a flood of memories—the laughter, the shared dreams, the countless moments of comfort in each other's embrace. But with that came the piercing reminder that she was gone, a reality that never seemed to dull no matter how much time had passed.

You reached for the pendant on your bedside table, a delicate silver chain that held a small, engraved heart—Bada's last gift to you before she left. Clutching it to your chest, you felt the weight of your grief press down on you, the pain as fresh as it had been the day she departed.

You met Bada years ago in the vibrant chaos of the city. Both of you were artists, drawn together by a shared passion for expressing the unspoken through your respective mediums.

Your love story unfolded like a masterpiece, filled with shared dreams, laughter, and the quiet comfort of companionship.

Bada's art was a reflection of her soul—powerful, raw, and evocative. She poured her emotions into her creations, each piece a testament to the depth of her experiences. You admired her strength, her ability to convey vulnerability through her work.

Your own art was more subtle, capturing the delicate nuances of life. In Bada's presence, your creativity flourished, intertwining with hers to create a symphony of expression that resonated beyond the canvas.

The two of you navigated the challenges of life as a united force, weathering storms together and reveling in the sunshine. When you faced the world hand in hand, everything seemed possible.

However, fate had other plans. Bada fell ill unexpectedly, a battle against an invisible enemy that neither of you saw coming. The once vibrant and strong woman now fought for each breath, her essence slipping away with every passing day.

— — — — — — —

Bada's illness was a sudden and unexpected intruder into the vibrant tapestry of her life. It began with subtle signs—fatigue that lingered longer than usual, a persistent cough that refused to fade, and an inexplicable loss of appetite. At first, both of you brushed it off as minor ailments, attributing them to stress or seasonal changes.

But as weeks passed, those seemingly harmless symptoms evolved into something far more ominous. Bada's energy waned, her once-lively spirit dimming like a flickering flame struggling against a relentless wind. A trip to the doctor uncovered a devastating truth—a rare and aggressive disease had taken root within her, stealthily weaving its web of destruction.

The diagnosis cast a shadow over your lives, shattering the illusion of invincibility that both of you had once held. Bada's illness progressed rapidly, defying treatment and leaving doctors grasping for solutions that seemed to slip through their fingers.

The vibrant hues of her artwork dulled, reflecting the toll the illness took on her spirit. Days blurred together, marked by hospital visits, treatments that brought temporary relief but never lasting reprieve, and the looming specter of an uncertain future.

For Bada, the hardest part wasn't just the physical toll but the emotional strain—the frustration of being unable to create, the fear of losing the essence of who she was, and the heart-wrenching realization that she might not see the dreams you both had woven together come to fruition.

As her condition deteriorated, the once-bustling home transformed into a silent sanctuary where hope warred with despair. You became her constant companion, holding her hand through sleepless nights and soothing her with whispered assurances that love would conquer all.

Yet, despite the unwavering love and support, the illness persisted, chipping away at the foundation of your shared existence. The treatments grew more desperate, the hospital stays longer, and the glimmers of hope grew fainter.

Then came that fateful winter night when the silent battle reached its devastating conclusion. Bada slipped away, leaving behind a void that could never be filled—a void that echoed with the unspoken dreams, unfinished artwork, and the love that refused to fade.

The illness that stole her away was not just a physical ailment; it was a relentless force that shattered lives, leaving behind shattered dreams and a profound sense of loss that lingered long after her physical presence had vanished. It was a reminder of life's fragility, a cruel reminder that sometimes, even the strongest love cannot withstand the ruthless grip of fate.

Bada had been the light that guided you through life's storms. Her laughter echoed in your memories, and the love you shared had been the anchor that kept you grounded. But fate had cruelly snatched her away, leaving you adrift in a world that felt empty without her.

Days melted into nights, yet the ache in your heart remained unyielding. Each morning felt like a battle, grappling with the painful reality of waking up alone. The world moved on, but for you, time had frozen in that moment of loss.

You sought solace in the memories, in the dreams where Bada felt so close, so vividly alive. In those fleeting moments, she was there, smiling and vibrant, just as she had been in life. But with every awakening, the truth crashed down anew, tearing open wounds that refused to heal.

Friends and family offered their support, trying to ease your pain, but their well-intentioned gestures only served as painful reminders of what you had lost. They couldn't fill the void left by Bada's absence.

In the depths of your despair, you found yourself seeking refuge in places that held memories of your time together. The park where you shared laughter, the cafe where you had your first date—their echoes were bittersweet, a testament to the love that had once filled your days.

Yet, despite the overwhelming grief, a part of you clung to the dream—the dream of that wedding day, the promise of a lifetime with Bada. It was a cruel trick of the mind, offering a glimpse of happiness before snatching it away, leaving you shattered each time.

As the days turned into months and the months into years, you carried the weight of your loss like an invisible burden. Life continued around you, but you felt trapped in a world that no longer held the same allure without Bada by your side.

But amid the anguish and the longing, a tiny spark of hope flickered within—a hope that one day, in some unknown realm or in the recesses of your dreams, you would find solace, find peace, and find Bada waiting for you, smiling that radiant smile that had once been your everything. Until then, you held onto the fragments of memories, treasuring every moment spent in the warmth of her love.

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hellcheer-heaven · 3 months

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Be Kind, Rewind (NSFW)

Summary: Chrissy’s curiosity gets the better of her when she borrows one of Eddie's porno tapes without asking. She finds herself immersed in the crude, but enticing story of “Naughty Girl Next Door.” Thankfully she does plan on returning it before he notices. What could possibly go wrong?

Author's Note: Be annoyed, be very annoyed because this is going to be a bad one. Bonus points for unnecessary meta too.

Another warm summer’s day in Hawkins and thankfully Chrissy gets to spend it all alone with Eddie at his place. He spent days cleaning the trailer from top to bottom, arranging and rearranging everything (much to the surprise and annoyance of his uncle) until everything was spotless and presentable. They did what most young adults did in their sleepy town during summer vacation: Eat, swim at the pool, go to the mall, see a movie, and just have fun. As for today, staying in at Forest Hills was just as pleasant. Wayne was spending time with his buddies on a camping trip, so the two love birds could do whatever they wanted. Which is code for laze around, order take out, sleep, and have a movie marathon. The two of them spent more time watching horror and romcoms, then actually going out to see what was featured at Starcourt.

The place was all prepared, Eddie had the snacks set up and a great selection of rented vhs tapes. However he forgot to buy her favorite candy, red licorice. Chrissy stated that she was fine, but he insisted that he would get her some!

“Fear not, dear lady! I shall return shortly!”

And with that he drove off to Family Video. Well, at least she could take a look around at the place. Ah, it smelled like fresh lemon disinfectant. The garbage was taken out and a new bag was put into place. Dishes were cleaned, dried, and put away. Even his room looked pristine, well at least to the level that Eddie preferred. Chrissy sat upon the mattress, breathing in the scent of clean laundry detergent and dryer linen; still she missed the smell of his odor. As she laid down, some of her makeup accidentally fell out and rolled beneath the bed.

She dared not look under there, unsure if a weird science experiment was slumbering or if she would find something else. Well sure enough her intuition was correct regarding his choice in certain pieces of entertainment. Chrissy spotted a vhs tape snuggled in brightly colored packaging. “Naughty Girl Next Door starring Christine Cunnilingus as the Good Girl Gone Bad!” Should Chrissy be surprised that he has this? No, not at all. The back didn’t offer much, except for the titular star offering a very titillating pose with her previous works on the side. The strawberry blonde woman looked directly at her with an expression of absolute invitation. Her angelic, delicately featured face and sparkling blue eyes were perfectly aligned with makeup. Her hair was beautifully coiffed with god knows how many cans of hairspray, and her stage name just so happened to cover her nipples as well.

“Where on earth did you get this?”

The sound of the front door spooked her, quickly hiding the evidence when he returned with her treat and a big smile across his face. They were ready to watch the romcoms that they picked out earlier that day: Splash, Heathers, and The Princess Bride. They enjoyed the antics of the feature presentations, but her mind was still on the forbidden film neatly tucked away.

Eddie had to run errands, work on his next campaign, practice with the band, and play at the Hideout that evening. Chrissy was going to be free of Eddie for one full day, which gave her plenty of time to view the contents of the tape at home. Thankfully her folks left to visit family for the next three days and her brother was at sleep away camp until early August. Chrissy had the place all to herself. She figured that maybe she could watch it first thing in the morning and it would be over with. No, no that would be silly. After all she needed to eat breakfast and she didn’t want to hurl. Okay, maybe after she finishes her laundry. Nope the pile on her bed was getting too big, everything had to be put away. Perhaps before her Jane Fonda workout videos. Wrong again! She had to rewind and return those tapes before the store closed today. This was going to be a lot harder than she realized.

Okay, no more fooling around. Now was the time to watch it, at 1:13 am; better late than never. Still the last thing she wanted to do was watch something so obscene in the family room, thank god she was able to afford her own television set for her 18th birthday. A red logo dropped in from above, the company name Perky Productions appeared followed by a photo of buxom breasts flashed beneath it. Off to a real great start there, guys. Christine Cunnilingus walked onto the set, wearing a sheer white tank top that was much too small for her and a green skirt that just barely covered her. She lazily sat upon the couch, sadly sighing and bemoaning about her boyfriend missing in action. Her voice was sweet, a valley girl like tone brushed past her glossy lips. The doorbell rang and she happily bounced at the knowledge that he was here (how could she know that it was him?). Either way, she was greeted by a handsome looking man with long dark hair. His eyes were hypnotic, doe-like and soft. He looked like someone out of The Lost Boys mixed with a heavy metal rockstar. He was a bit arrogant at first, but softened up as soon as Christine kissed him. Well his attitude softened up, but certainly not his instrument.

“Edward, I missed you so, so, so much!”

Despite his gruff looking appearance, his tone was gentle, “Yeah, I missed you too Christine.”

Chrissy could not believe what she was hearing, “Christine? Edward?!”

She grabbed the vhs box and scanned at the synopsis: Christine Cunnilingus is feeling lonely. Thankfully her sexy metalhead boyfriend cums over to cure what ails her. Watch these two sweethearts fuck each others brains out. She’ll definitely see why he’s called Edward Munchson.

“Are you kidding me?! What the fuc-”

“Fuck me with your tongue, Edward.”

“You look fucking appetizing, Christine.”

Well whatever brief conversation that the actors had clearly didn’t matter since they went straight to oral. Chrissy’s eyes widened at the sight of Edward tonguing Christine. Moving his tongue round and round, up and down, and all over her labia and clitoris. She should have been disgusted and immediately turned off the video, but she couldn’t look away. The camera lingered on the two of them getting it on like rabbits. Long, graphic, and detailed sex was portrayed on the couch, suddenly the scene faded away to the two of them on a bed to which they continued to go at it; now different positions were included. It was Christine’s turn to play with him, pretty much mirroring what he did. Chrissy felt so gross watching this, yet she couldn’t believe that she was getting turned on as well. She could sense that deliciously dull ache between her thighs, wetness staining her underwear, and her clothes felt so constricting. No one was around and the rest of the world was slumbering, she knew what she had to do.

Time was simply lost on her for the remainder of the very early morning, focusing on the video and her own pleasure. There was a lot more to the film than she initially realized. Turns out Christine was dating the star basketball player of her school, Jameson Cunter, and he was a total asshole. She fast-forwarded through their sex scenes and waited patiently for Edward to return. The prom was coming up and she had her heart set on Edward, knowing that she was with someone else. When the jock found out about them, he went to face off with the metalhead in the forest. Christine had to stop them before it was too late. Edward was about to be killed until Christine saved him by flashing Jameson. After that distraction, he's beaten up, she dumped Jameson for Edward, they went to the prom, and they celebrated with more gratuitous sex. Okay she finished it, now all she had to do was return it to his place. If she hurried, she could drop it off before he got home. A quick stop at Forest Lawns and she would be home free.

There was just one little issue, he was already home.

“Shit, shit, shit. What do I do?”

The spare key, of course! Plus he was a heavy sleeper. If he could sleep through her loud snores (which she adamantly denied ever doing), then she could easily sneak into his place and be done with it. She very carefully turned the lock, her heart hammered loudly in her with every passing second. It’s okay Cunningham, just put it back and leave. Sure enough he was sound asleep, his body splayed out like a starfish sunbathing on a rock. Chrissy never could have imagined herself as a thief, then again this is the same person that never thought she and Eddie could ever be together. Regardless of the matter, she easily slid the tape beneath him without issue and tiptoed out. The deed was done, now it was time to leave, unfortunately Lady Luck was against her tonight.

“No, no, no! Dammit, come on! Start!”

Her car continued to stall. How can that be? The guys at the shop said that everything was all fixed up and they gave it a test drive. Her fist battered the car horn, clearly that was a terrible idea as some of the more hot headed neighbors shouted at her to stop.

Eddie rushed out to the noise, “Chrissy?”

“Um… hi Eddie…”

“Baby, it’s almost 3 a.m. What are you doing?”

She was a terrible liar, but she tried anyway, “Oh you know… just going for a drive… at night. And I saw that you were home, so I wanted to come visit you.”

“Clingy much?”

She stuck out her tongue, he found her irresistible. He shouted an apology at the neighbors and helped her inside. Jesus, she felt so stupid! Out of all the things that happened, somehow this was worse than finding the tape. Clingy? Her? Big talk coming from the man that was the embodiment of a labrador. Still, it was nice to be with him again, she was feeling a bit lonely. And horny? No, please not now. This isn’t a good time!

“Alright, Chrissy, why are you really here?”

Her hands went to her hips, “I wanted to spend time with you.”

“Mmhm, sure you do, Christine.”

Christine? He never calls her that, not unless they're intimate. Surely there’s no way that he found out. From the moment he returned home, there’s no fucking way that his tired ass could have checked under the mattress before falling asleep.

She stomped her sneaker, “I’m serious! I came here to be with you!”

Eddie simply shrugged, “Alright, whatever you say. So what do you wanna do? I mean, nothing’s open. We’ve got another seven hours before the mall opens up, six until Family Video unlocks their doors-”

“Don’t get smart with me!”

He was kinda enjoying this, perhaps a little too much, “Me? Smart? You’re talking to Mr. Super Senior over here. Still, that’s nice of you to think that.”

“Whatever! Just- Just- Shut up, Munchson!”

Oh no!

Oh shit!

Oh fuck!

His smirk made her legs turn to jelly, “Munchson? Edward Munchson. That’s a new one. Has a nice ring to it.” He took one step closer, closing the gap until her back was to the wall, “Yeah, kinda rolls off the tongue doesn’t it?”

Chrissy’s face went pale, say for the rosy blush emitting from her cheeks, “Eddie… I… um…”

“What’s the matter? You look a little nervous.”

Her heartbeat drummed loudly in her ears, body heat skyrocketing, “I am not.”

He placed his hands on the wall, easily dwarfing her height, “So, tell me, where did you come up with that? I’ve never heard you say it before.”

God, those eyes of his could put anyone under a spell, “Oh, nowhere. I um… I made it up.”

“Really? When?”

She gulped, “Y-yesterday. I just- well, you know you give me cute nicknames all the time. And I thought I should call you something too!”

“Aww, how considerate of you. But it’s funny…”

Chrissy made sure to remember how to breathe, “What?”

“You’ve called me all kinds of pet names before: Baby, Babe, Teddie, Teddie Bear…” He looked deeply into her eyes, smile and voice dropping, “Dungeon Master.”

That last one caused her to drop her purse, my god the way that man could drop his voice caused her to melt like butter. That tone and volume did very little to cease the dripping honey between her thighs.

Her whisper was obscene, “Eddie.”

“Tell me the truth, Chrissy. Why are you here?”

She willingly allowed herself to fall deeper into the deliciously hypnotic curse of her beloved. If he was part snake, he could easily keep her safe within his coils and she would absolutely love it. Never wanting to gaze away at the lovely pair of eyes that beamed into her soul. Chrissy did what she was told, not a single ounce of regret in her voice.

“I dropped my make up and I found a porno tape under your bed. I took it home and I watched it.”

He held her soft face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “That’s a good girl. See, doesn’t it feel good to be honest?”

She smiled, resting her hands on his chest, “Uh huh, very good.”

“So, what did you think of it? I mean, it’s a porno, nobody cares about the plot. Still I wanna know what you think.”

She playfully nibbled her lower lip, “I really, really liked it.”

He feigned shock, “Really? Chrissy Cunningham!”

“No- Yes- I mean… I watched it and I… enjoyed it. I liked the story and I liked that Christine and Edward got together in the end. They were meant to be. He treats her so nicely and he listens to her, he totally loves her. She loves him. It was just so nice to watch!”

Interesting, that wasn’t really something that Eddie really thought about. When it came to his private time, the last thing he considered were the intricacies, themes, and plot points of a pornographic film. Then again, this is the same man who just happens to have a film where the people involved seem to share their lives, albeit in a more altered and exaggerated dimension. That was a matter that Chrissy wanted to bring up, but in all honesty she was loving the attention from him. As sweet as Eddie was, she did love those moments when his supposedly mean and scary side shined through. She found this side of him appealing and she was definitely going to milk him for more, by any means necessary of course.

Chrissy gingerly rubbed his crotch with her knee, purring his name with love in her voice and wanting in her eyes, “Eddie…”

He couldn’t stop himself from groaning, “What are you doing, bad girl?”

“Nothing.”

Eddie’s fingers traced the little sneak peak of her belly hanging out from her shirt, “Someone's in a good mood, tonight.”

She pressed her elbows together, bouncing just a bit as she giggled, “I don’t know what you’re talking abou- Ooh, oh… oh my…”

His tongue latched onto her throat, slowly swiping up her neck, his teeth giving her warm ear a little nibble. That slightly calloused hand of his squished her stomach, trailing up higher and higher until he reached her pretty breast. She was sensitive there and Eddie knew that little fact very well. It didn’t matter which method he used, Chrissy was a goner the moment he teased her breast. All it took were tantalizingly slow circles with his thumb to get her going at first. Followed by careful flicking and gentle pinching, adding in a little pulling as well. He was never harsh to her, unless she asked it and boy did she.

“Harder, please harder Eddie!”

He smirked against her neck, his whisper like fire on her skin, “As you wish.”

Chrissy whined when he pulled her top down, she wanted to feel his palms on her and so she attempted to bare herself to him. He grabbed her wrists and trapped them above her head, shortening their distance again until the gap was no longer.

“No, no, no. You need to be a good girl, Christine. Keep your hands down or I’ll handcuff you. Understand?”

Holy shit, as to how she was still standing up was truly a miracle. Jesus, the way that man was able to switch his voice from usual to Dungeon Master like that was a talent in itself. He praised her obedience with a kiss to her forehead and a pet name. Chrissy watched those busy hands of his taunt her covered nipples with precision. His expertise digits rubbed, pinched, twisted, and pulled. He was mean and she loved every second of it, the pain pleasantly shot throughout her body. Even though he never ordered her to keep still, she tried not to move a muscle, wanting to further increase the burning feeling. Eddie admired her fortitude, offering her more kisses upon her lips and face to give her some relief.

“You’re doing so good, Chrissy.” Kiss. “So brave.” Kiss. “So sweet.” Kiss.

“Eddie! Eddie! Oh, I’m yours!”

“I know baby, you’re all mine.”

He relieved her, much to her incessant, but adorable whining. He would never leave her hanging, no, not at all. Resorting to removing her too made Chrissy’s heart dance. Despite the cruelness in this character, she could see the consideration in his eyes. He offered her stimulated nipples lovely, little pecks and tender, flattened laps. Eddie could be harsh when given the okay by her, still he wanted to be kind to his one and only.

She longed to run her fingers through his locks. To caress his handsome face from his chin to his ear, allowing her to scratch the back of his head. Alas his simple demand was making that task seem almost impossible. Her nails scratched at the wallpaper, he knew how to scratch that little itch of hers and he was just getting started. His tongue followed the shape of her nipples, big hands sweetly massaged her bosoms; giving them a gentle squeeze and shake. Those perfect lips of his ensnared her nub, pulling and suckling on it at a pace that was slow, yet oh so enticing. He went back and forth between the two, never looking away from the most beautiful woman struggling to stand up.

All those well deserved love bites looked so gorgeous on her flesh. Chrissy winced at her newly etched afflictions, her moans soon followed afterwards.

Eddie held her chin, “How you holding up?”

“Good.”

“Do you want to stop or keep going?”

She pecked his palm, “Fuck me with your tongue Edward.”

That went straight to his cock, her organ demanding to be freed; soon enough he thought to himself. Eddie showed off his wolfish grin, pulling her by her jeans and taking great delight in unzipping them. The sight and smell of her glistening center made his mouth water.

He just couldn’t stop staring as he shuffled her out, “You look fucking appetizing, Christine.”

Neither of them could hold back their giggles. This all felt so silly, but they loved it nonetheless. Their laughter subsided as he led her to the couch, easing her onto the cushions; placing a pillow beneath her head. He was truly able to admire the warmth and beauty of her. He could never stop thinking about her, not just her body, everything little thing about Chrissy Cunningham gave his life purpose. He would do anything to ensure her happiness and comfort. To satisfy and protect her. Always and forever.

Eddie kneeled down and tasted her. The scent from her dark and moistened curly locks filled his nostrils. She shined beneath the dull lamp light, her inner workings still so incredible to his eyes and tongue. Sampling her labia majora and minora in slow and precise licks, twisting his muscle to better wedge it in. Letting just the tip of that merciful tongue barely slide along her clitoris. Bubblegum lips mouthing and smooching her so nicely. A long strand of coated saliva toppled out and onto her, mixing it all over her.

Chrissy could no longer hold back her sounds. She didn’t care if someone could hear them, nor did he. Her praises and begging only encouraged him.

“Fuck! Oh- Oh wow! Eddie you’re amazing!”

His humming vibration made her yelp, grabbing on tightly to his wavy curls. Let him cuff her, she was enjoying herself. Rather than following through, Eddie was much too preoccupied with her pussy. Swiping and slithering his tongue, ensuring that he covered as much moistened ground as he could. His long fingers broke through and huddled within her dripping quim. Flexing, rotating, cycling, and beckoning her; all while his lips made out with her clitoris. Chrissy couldn’t stop shaking, body aching and trembling to release. No, not yet, she wanted to hold on just a bit longer. Yet she knew that deep down, her boyfriend was determined to eat her out from here until the next millennium.

“Eddie, I- I- Gonna cum!”

He looked at her briefly, smiling along her second lips before continuing. She was doomed in the best way possible.

Her high pitched scream made the hounds howl, “EDDIE!”

Eddie opened wide and drank her down, keeping her quivering legs steady as she came, making sure that she clearly saw his very wet, smug grin, “Fucking delicious, princess.”

He spared her some time to recover, cradling her in his arms and rocking her slowly. She could see stars, each one shining as brightly as the ones in the sky above them. Chrissy nestled herself closer, draping her legs across his lap, and snuggling her face into his chest. His heartbeat drummed loudly against her pressed up cheek, thumping just for her. She quietly hummed, letting her fingers tiptoe up to the collar of his old band shirt. Tugging down the material until she could see the inked lines of the black widow’s legs and reaching up to kiss it.

“Hold on, sweet girl.” Once she was secured in place, he then proceeded to carry her to the bedroom and eased her down gently, “Oh, my love. My angel. My whole world.”

Chrissy watched as Eddie stripped off his graphic tee and boxers, snickering when he winked at her. He was exceedingly hard, his cock twitching and aching to be handled. She sat on the edge and held onto his hips, inching him closer until the head touched her lips.

Kiss. “Eddie, I want your cock.” Kiss. “I wanna taste it.” Kiss.

“Take it, it’s yours.”

Eddie moved her locks aside when she began, grunting and moaning as she licked him. The texture of his veins made for a fun little game of follow the trail with her tongue. Always beginning from the bottom after finishing up each one. She loved teasing him, she loved watching him react to the simplest of touches. Biting down hard on his lower lip, balling up his fists, and huffing. Her hands lathered him up after emitting a big glob of spit at the very top. Shallowly mouthing for a moment, then taking him in as far as she could. Humming a pretty tune, smiling around him when he yelped. Cradling him between teeth, tongue, and throat felt so right, while her hands massaged his fleshy sack.

“Chrissy, oh fuck! Mmm, yeah! Oh god…”

She popped her lips after setting him free, smooching the underside, sweetly mumbling, “You like that, Eddie?”

“Turn around, Chrissy.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ll see.” Once Eddie was on his back, he positioned Chrissy to lay on top of him, “Open your legs and spread your pussy open. Yeah, yeah that’s right. Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“Okay.”

She squealed as he very carefully penetrated her, easing her with absolute consideration and care. His nails dug into her hips, sliding himself within her wet cunt. Chrissy couldn’t believe how amazing this felt, wriggling herself to be filled even more. In her delirious state of horniness, her mind started to put the pieces together. When the two adult film stars transitioned into the bedroom, they partook in this exact same position (albeit with more energy and vigor, not that Chrissy had a reason to grumble). Eddie honestly didn’t think that he would be able to get this right at all, definitely not on the first try. There were other positions that he wanted to introduce, but the last thing that he wanted to do was pressure her; especially knowing the origins of said ideas. As of this moment, all that mattered to them was each other and the ever growing state of bliss between them.

Eddie rocked and pumped his hips, being sure to keep a good grip on his girlfriend. Balancing her and making her scream with satisfaction, all while having to keep from imploding. How could he not? The love of his life calling out for more, her body bouncing, the fact that she watched one of his tapes! Then there was Chrissy, pampered by her personal rockstar who knew exactly what she wanted, humming that melodic and growling voice in her ears, even trying something new with her! He never stopped filling her, she never stopped squeezing him. She looked down and marveled at his agility and stamina, still she wanted to feel even more stimulated; and so she reached down and rubbed her clitoris just the way she liked it. Two bodies were taut and then squished, drenched in sweat, letting the cup of prurient passion spill over and bathe them. It all felt too fantastical to be real, like their lives were not their own, but somehow still theirs.

Just a bit more, more, more! Their eyes could only focus for so long until they had to shut them. Minds drowning further down into the lake of love. They didn’t stop until the roaring flames consumed their hearts and bodies. Never ceasing until the band had finally snapped.

And so it did.

The positively exquisite and disgusting mess that they created within themselves and all around could rival the other pornos that Eddie consumed; those stains were definitely going to be harder to feign ignorance over. Chrissy looked down at the thick, ropelike strands that decorated her stomach, fingers tracing some around her belly button. Eddie cautiously helped her up, cleaning her off with the t-shirt that he removed earlier. Never could he ever imagine that he would have been able to imitate at least one of his private tapes. Then again, Chrissy could have never dreamed that she’d ever watch something like that and attempt to re-create it as well. Regardless of it all, they were content and very exhausted. At least they could enjoy the warm afterglow of the very early morning together.

She snuggled into his chest, “Eddie, how many pornographic movies do you have?”

His fingers twirled her locks, “Uh, I don’t know, 8… 10 movies maybe.”

“Can we watch one tomorrow night?”

His lips tightened up, “I don’t know, some of them are kinda… weird.”

Her bewildered look said it all, “Eddie, you own a tape where both of the actors have our names, they look like us, and they just so happen to be in a relationship. What could be weirder than that?”

“Oh Chrissy, that's just a coincidence. Besides, it’s not like there’s a bunch of other versions of us out there.”

She laid upon his body, legs dangling in the air, “But what if there are? Maybe you’re a bard and I could be a princess. Or what about me being a metalhead and you play basketball?”

“Chrissy, the day I wake up as a meathead jock is the day monsters invade our town. Or I wake up as emperor of ancient Rome. Now let’s get some sleep.”

Her pout could not sway him, so instead they grabbed the big blanket and snuggled down. Chrissy waited for just a bit, her mind filled with many questions. Maybe it was all a coincidence.

Still, who’s to say that it wasn't?

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Frankenstein

James Whale’s FRANKENSTEIN (1931, TCM) was among a package of Universal horror films that, along with more recent drive-in fare, played on late-night Saturdays in Philadelphia in the 1960s. At the time, I wasn’t all that impressed, and it’s taken me this long to catch up with it again. I think my initial problem was that the juvenile me expected more of a monster film. Over time, it seems to have moved further in that direction, but with the mantle of monstrosity shifting from Frankenstein’s creation (Boris Karloff) to Frankenstein himself (Colin Clive).

Under Whale’s direction and wearing Jack Pierce’s iconic makeup, Karloff creates a fully rounded character, an infant who doesn’t need an abnormal brain to turn to violence. He’s trained in it by his creator and Fritz (Dwight Frye, who’s quite good), Frankenstein’s hunchbacked assistant. Pierce’s makeup confines Karloff’s expressions to his eyes and the lower part of his face, but he works them to create subtle gradations that reflect his reactions to what to him are new phenomena. His gait is less the stereotyped lurching of later interpreters of the role than the hesitant first steps of a toddler. And his emotional reactions are also those of a child, played with a physical abandon made more surprising when you realize how constricting and painful the costume and makeup were. In contrast to Karloff’s surprising realism, Clive seems to be performing in the grand style reserved for Shakespearean productions in theaters seating thousands. It’s not just Mary Shelley by flashes of lightning. It’s Mary Shelley in one sustained eruption of sturm und drang. His cavalier treatment of others, which would become a standard trope of mad scientist films, is far from sympathetic, while his ultimate treatment of the life he created is downright inhuman.

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Selecting the right pre-bridal package requires careful consideration. This section guides brides on factors to ponder when making a choice, emphasizing the importance of consultations and trials to ensure that the selected package aligns perfectly with their preferences and needs.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Delhi stands as a beacon in the world of pre bridal packages, offering a diverse range of services that cater to every bride's unique desires. The city's salons and beauty centers excel in providing transformative experiences that go beyond the surface, ensuring that brides emerge not only beautiful but also confident on their wedding day. As you embark on your pre-bridal journey in Delhi, anticipate not just a beauty regimen but a holistic experience that prepares you to step into matrimonial bliss with radiance and grace.

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