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[midnightreid]

Show Me | Eddie Munson

Summary: When you admit to Eddie that you've never had a good experience in bed, he's determined to change that, and boy does he make you realise what you've been missing out on.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only, dom! Eddie oral (m and f receiving), use of whore and slut, squirting, come swallowing, penetrative sex (p in v), protected sex, pet names, gender-neutral reader with fem anatomy, fingering!

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: this piece didn't go exactly as I planned but that's okay, it's still pretty decent. Find the MASTERLIST and TAGLIST on my pinned navigation page!

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Saturday nights were always reserved for you and Eddie, either at your hideout in the wood passing back a flask or a blunt, or crashed out in your bedroom, lounging on the queen-sized bed that Eddie always claimed was the most comfortable place to be. Tonight was no different, he was leaning up against your headboard with his shoes off and blunt between his fingers, watching the clouds move against the night sky. 

It was quiet between you, the silence falling as the high of the weed wore off, but neither of you minded the silence. You had your feet up against his thigh, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that you were wearing thick woolly socks in the height of summer. It didn’t make sense, but neither did the two of you hanging out, the raging Hawkins freak and the head cheerleader who seemed to exude school spirit. But after a while, that pleasant silence fell away as you groaned out loud, throwing your head back in annoyance and puffing out a sigh. 

“Fuck…I just remembered I’ve gotta tell Charlie I’m not going on another date with him.” Eddie normally wouldn’t care about anyone’s dating life, but when it came to you it was something different. And sure, he’d rather be with you than see you with Charlie Hugh, but he wasn’t going to say that.

“Oh yeah? What’s wrong with the next boy in line?” He passes the blunt to you, though its effects are no longer taking hold. Eddie’s looking at you, big brown eyes watching you as you turn towards the window, taking a drag of the blunt before shrugging.

“It’s…it’s complicated, you know? I mean, sure, he’s cute, funny, and pretty smart too. But…” You pause, trying to work out how far you can push the conversation with Eddie. Sure, he’s your friend, and your dealer, but he wasn’t exactly the guy you’d spill all your deep dark secrets too, especially not about what you like in bed. 

“Let me guess…either he was a complete dick on the date, he can’t hold an interesting conversation to save his life…or he was shit under the covers.” Eddie kind of snorts out the last statement like it’s a complete joke, and he does sincerely mean it like that. But when he looks over at you and you sheepishly avoid his gaze, his stomach drops. 

“I know it doesn’t seem like much, I mean, c’mon, you’re Eddie Munson for fucks sake. Anyone you’ve been with acts like it’s a great honour to share a bed or your van with you. And…it’s not like I expected much from him either, I didn’t expect something mindblowing, but…” Eddie was watching you intently, something dark growing in his eyes as you spoke, totally letting yourself go as you rambled on. “I’d just rather be with someone who actually knows how to make me feel good if that makes sense. A lot of guys at school act as if being with them is a massive privilege, as if getting us some nice flowers and taking us to the movies is a big romantic gesture to get into our pants. I just…I want someone to put in the effort.”

Eddie’s gotten a lot closer then, sitting across from you on the bed, legs crossed beneath him and fingers ghosting over yours against the bedspread. 

“It’s what you deserve…I mean sure, everyone deserves to feel good during sex, but…” He can’t finish the sentence, doesn’t exactly know what to say, and doesn’t want to say the wrong thing in case he hurts you. But then you catch his gaze and he throws caution to the wind, places the now burnt-out blunt on the nightstand ashtray, and leans in to kiss you.

You’re taken by surprise, freezing for a moment before clinging to him in return, letting him kiss you harder, giving you everything you’ve wanted for months now. It’s not the most romantic kiss, it’s not like your surroundings melt away and everything becomes clear, but you’re not complaining as he takes you by the waist and pulls you in. 

Eddie’s breathing heavily when the kiss ends, looking at you with wide eyes as if he can’t believe what he’s just done. And you’re not much different, but you’re still holding onto him, leather jacket clenched between your fingers.

“Shit I…I should have asked first, I’m sorry, I can go if you need me to or-.” He’s blabbering nervously, looking away from you as if he just stepped over a massive invisible line that the two of you had been dancing around for months now. But then you’re kissing him again, hand winding into his hair and pressing yourself against him so you’re chest to chest. Eddie knows you don’t regret it then, knows that if you didn’t want to kiss him again, you’d make that very loud and clear. So instead he melts into the kiss, the tip of his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips to gain entrance. 

You’re tipping back then, falling against the plush bedspread, and Eddie just has enough control to stop himself from colliding with you. He doesn’t stop the kiss though, letting his lips travel down to your neck and connect with your pulse point. He’s nipping and sucking, not caring about leaving marks, and you can’t help but arch up into his touch, hands going to his back under his shirt, nails digging in slightly.

He didn’t expect you to be turned on so fast, but he wasn’t complaining, especially when you started kissing him again, one hand against his chest and the other pushing his jacket off. 

“Oh, baby, look who’s so eager to get me naked…”You know he’s teasing you, but you still whine when he’d rather kiss you than strip his shirt off. So you’re tugging at the material again, hoping he’d get your message, but instead, Eddie just tuts, looking down at you with a disappointed expression. “Hey, look at me, sweet thing. If you want me to make you feel good, you’re gonna have to stop being so demanding.” You huff, looking up at him with a pout, and even though it’s the most adorable expression that could melt his heart, Eddie isn’t budging. 

“C’mon, Eddie, stop being such a tease.” Your hand goes for his hair again, but in a flash, he’s snatching it away and holding your hand above your bed. His eyes are so dark, and the smirk that covers his face then tells you exactly what you’re in for. 

“Now, now, you little brat. What did I tell you?” He kneels above you, and as you watch him with wide eyes, he starts to unbuckle his pants, yanking the black leather belt from his jeans and wrapping it tightly around his hand before looking back at you, gaze softening for a moment. “You can say no, by the way, we can stop everything right now and can go back to smoking, you don’t have to do this just because you think I want to.” He watches your face as you think over the options, and when your lips split into a wide grin, he knows you’ve made a decision.

“Eddie, if I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t still have you on my bed. Now get on with it before I think of going to Charlie Hugh.” Eddie’s kissing you again then, lips harsh against yours and his hands tying the belt around your wrists and securing them to the headboard. 

This was new for you, and even though it first felt strange to have your hands incapable of taking what they want, gliding over smooth skin and digging your nails in as waves of pleasure took hold, you knew Eddie had a plan. He finally stripped off his leather jacket and shirt, revealing a lean torso and pale skin that was flecked with freckles and moles. He didn’t think it was much, and sure no one normally took much interest in his body, more focused on what he could do with his fingers and mouth and cock, but for a moment you tugged on your bounds, just wanting to touch him. 

Eddie pulled a pocket knife out then, the blade glinting in the moonlight that streamed in through your window. You weren’t too worried about it until it came close to your skin, but when Eddie grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, you relaxed. He looked at you for permission and cut the fabric from your body once you nodded, revealing your breasts and stomach that suddenly Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off. 

“And to think those sweaters have been hiding these, fuck, little one.” Eddie’s eyes are so dark, closer to black than the dark brown you’ve fallen in love with, and when his lips touch the curve of your left breast, he moans into your skin, eyes fluttering closed. He’s always been a man for tits, you’d always heard how he could cover a girl's tits in bites and bruises for a night, and right now you wouldn’t complain. And when he catches your nipple between his teeth, it has you gasping, back arching off the bed and towards him. He’s got you in the palm of his hand then, nipping and sucking against your skin as his other hand goes for your small sleep shorts. 

Eddie doesn’t even bother taking them off your body, just shoves them to the side and slides his hand in between your shorts and your legs, eyes widening for a moment before they narrow with a wicked smile taking over his face. You’re so wet, and the man’s hardly touched you. He can feel your juices on his fingers, and he takes a few seconds to compose himself as he feels his dick hardening in his jeans.

“You know, I didn’t expect you to be this much of a whore, pretty thing. Soaking wet for me, and no underwear? If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you planned this whole night.” Eddie rips away your shorts then, and plunges his pointer finger into you, earning a loud moan from you. The room is so hot, summer air flooding in through the window, and as Eddie pumps his finger in and out of you, a sheen of sweat covers your body. He crooks the finger, making a come hither motion and it has you seeing stars, toes curling underneath him and mouth going slack. 

He’s engrossed in the picture you’re panting against the bedspread, juices dripping down your thighs and falling onto the baby blue sheets. Your chest is heaving with heavy breaths, and for a couple of seconds, Eddie can’t stop staring at you. That is until you start to whine.

“Please, sir, fuck me, I’ve been good.” His fingers leave you right then, a teasing smirk settling on his face as he takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks the juices off. 

“Oh, you think you’ve been a good little thing for me, do you? I’m not so sure about that. I think you need to earn your reward.” The kisses he leaves on your face are teasing, never fully on your mouth or giving you the relief you’re seeking, and when he gets off the bed to strip himself of his jeans and briefs, you start to wriggle against the sheets. 

You can’t stop staring at his cock, it was thicker and longer than you expected it to be, and when Eddie catches you staring as he clambers back onto the bed, he can’t help but laugh before leaning down to kiss you, fast and hard as he lets a hand linger on your neck. 

“Like what you see, little thing? Do you want to open your pretty mouth for me? C’mon, be a good brat.” He’s urging your mouth open gently, a finger slipping in between your lips as you whine in response, just wanting him as close to you as he can be. And then he’s sliding his cock in between your lips and you’re swallowing it down, slightly gagging as it hits the back of your throat. Eddie takes the hands that are bound, and after you adjust your angle, he squeezes them.

“Remember, we can stop at any time, just squeeze my hand when you need a rest.” You nod slightly to respond, and then you’re swallowing around him again, and bobbing your head up and down on his cock, taking him as deep as you can. His scent is strong, muskier than you expected it to be, and when you tongue him at the tip, his blissed-out groan sends vibrations down your throat. You watch him throw his head back, long messy hair stuck to his sweaty skin, and all you want to do is make him make those noises again, make him come down your throat until he can’t anymore. 

“That’s it doll, such a good whore for me. Never thought I’d find such a pretty mouth to take my cock.” It’s sloppy and messy, and Eddie can’t help but watch as saliva pools at the corner of your mouth and mixes with his precum. He pulls out the, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips and watches as you lick at the tip, and all he wants to do is just you only for him. Make it so no one else even thinks of touching his darling. 

Eddie squeezes your neck slightly then, tells you to let him know if it gets too much for you, and then he’s plunging back in and fucking your mouth with a vigour, hearing you gurgle and slurp around him as he pumps in and out. It’s euphoric for him, and he gets lost in the feel of your mouth around him, warm and wet and tight around the tip of his cock, and when he gets right to the edge of his peak, he tries to pull out. 

“There we go, darling, so good for me. Now I’m gonna come, do you want it in your mouth, like the slut I know you are, or on your tits?” You open your mouth in response, tongue out and waiting for him, and with a few harsh tugs at his cock from his hand, he’s spilling into your mouth, breathing heavy and watching you with dark eyes and a fucked out expression. You swallow his cum down without a second thought, and then Eddie’s lunging in for a kiss, so in awe of you spread out on the bed for him. 

This kiss is needy from the both of you, hot and messy and when Eddie pulls away you can’t help but whine, wanting him to stay close. 

“Please, sir, I just need you.” That word, that ‘sir’ has him groaning against your mouth, already turned on again even after only coming moments ago. And he knows then that you’re getting desperate, can’t keep you on that edge for much longer before it becomes too much. 

Eddie’s fingers are on your cunt then, massaging between your thighs and watching as your eyelids flutter in a blissful state. He gently slides his pointer finger in again, coaxing your walls to open slowly and watching as your juices coat his fingers, and for a moment all he can hear are your moans, loud and sweet against the sticky air the two of you are surrounded by. 

“Shhh, hey, you gotta be quiet for me, doll. Can’t have the whole town knowing how much of a whore you’re being.” Unsurprisingly that has you moaning more, but Eddie just grins and leans up to kiss you, shutting you up with his mouth. His fingers are stretching you open, finding that little bunch of nerve that strikes a cord up your spine and then you’re arching up to him, trying to fill the space between the two of you. 

He’s holding you tight, not letting you feel like you’re falling as he finger fucks you with three fingers then, and you can’t stop moaning, toes curling and goosebumps rising up on your skin as the pleasure increases, and when he adjusts himself so his mouth is over your mound, you’re gone, too blissed out to even process what’s happening as his tongue flicks over your clit and laps at your juices. Your thighs are shaking, around his head, but Eddie doesn’t mind, just lets a hand up to fondle your breast as you drip onto his tongue, and when he looks up, you’re nearly limp against the bed.

“Sir…Eddie, sir please, oh, OH.” He has you falling off the edge then, tongue gently tapping at your sweet spot and suddenly you’re coming, body arching off the bed into Eddie’s waiting arms, and you can feel the sheets being soaked against your bare thighs. 

You’re shaking, and for a moment Eddie gets slightly worried when no sound leaves your mouth before you’re sucking in a loud breath and calling for him, and that’s when you notice that you’re not just coming, but you’re squirting against his fingers that are still inside you. He pulls them out then, wipes them on the sheets and tugs you to him, not wanting to overwhelm you with sensations to your cunt, and you just fall into him, mouth open and eyes closed.

“You know…I expected tonight to be good, but not that good. Are you trying to ruin me, sir?” Your words are soft against Eddie’s chest, and even though you’re exhausted, you can’t help but still rile him up. He’s unbound your hands by this point, belt somewhere on the other side of the room and your hands are on his skin, gliding over his chest and back. 

“I swear to god, doll, you keep calling me sir and I won’t have you walking for a week.” You smirked, leaning up to kiss him gently. 

“And what if that was my plan all along? C’mon Eddie Munson, I thought you were going to show me how a proper man treats his date.” Before you can even finish speaking, Eddie’s got you against the pillows, his figure looming over you and his hair curtaining either side of your face. 

“Oh don’t worry, sweet thing, I’m not done with you yet. Now please tell me you have a condom somewhere in this room.” You gesture to the bedside table, and Eddie finds what he needs in a couple of minutes, a hand never leaving your skin. He makes quick work of the condom, ripping open the wrapper and letting you tug him to full hardness again before he puts it on. He looks down at you then, grabbing your hand in his. “Are you okay? We can stop now if you need.” 

“Please, Eddie, I just need you, only you.” He nods, kisses you quick and then lines himself up with your entrance, and pushes in slowly, stopping to let you adjust. Your arms are around his neck, keeping him close to you and slowly, your body relaxes to him, and after a nod to Eddie and a tug of his hair, Eddie starts thrusting into you. 

It’s so deep and slow, exactly like you needed and when he hikes your legs around his waist the new angle has you seeing stars, moaning in ecstasy and watching him as he focuses on giving you all the pleasure you deserve. Neither of you takes long to get to the edge, but you both want to last a little bit longer, so when you tug him down with his hair and kiss him sweetly, Eddie doesn’t argue, just wraps you into his arms and changes position again so that you’re in his lap and he’s kneeling on the bed, still deep inside you. 

“Eddie, I’m so close baby, please, harder!” You’ve dropped the sir, but Eddie doesn’t mind, just holds you tighter and gives you exactly what you want, fucks up harder into you until your fingernails are digging into the skin of his back and your lower lip is clenched between your teeth. It’s euphoric, and with a loud whine against his skin, you’re coming again, dripping down and onto his thighs. 

He can’t hold himself back any longer and thrusts a couple more times before he comes into the condom, slowing down so neither of you gets overstimulated. His lips press against the side of your head, breathing heavily as you cling to him, energy spent and body limp against his. 

You hold each other for a while, but soon Eddie gets too uncomfortable with his thighs cramping in the position, and slowly he props you up against some pillows and discards the condom in the trash. You’re watching him, a soft smile on your face as your gaze follows his movements, humming when he comes back from the bathroom with a soft washcloth for between your legs. A couple of minutes later, you’re pulling him back to you, and resting against his chest, head in the crook of your neck. The both of you are still naked, but it’s too hot in the bedroom to get dressed again, and after Eddie pulls a thin sheet over the two of you, you let out a soft sigh. 

“I didn’t realise I was missing out on so much.” He looks down at you after you speak, and hesitates when he sees your relaxed smile.

“I uh…hope I didn’t go too far.” Suddenly all his confidence is gone, the adrenaline wore off and with you resting against him he still can’t believe what happened. “I mean, I don’t regret spending the night with you at all, I just hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable by calling you a whore and a slut…I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey, woah, Eddie, baby. You didn’t make me uncomfortable. I promise.” You look away then, fiddling with one of his rings that are sure to have left indents on your skin. “To be honest, it surprised me, but I kind of…enjoyed it? And you know I would have told you to stop if I didn’t like it.” You watch Eddie closely, but he nods, a look of relief covering his face. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by calling you sir.”

“Hell, doll, that might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, don’t be sorry about that. Now come here, one thing you should never miss out on is post-sex cuddles.” He tugs you to him, kissing your cheek and throwing a leg over yours to keep you close. 

“Thank you, Eddie, for tonight.” You’re yawing against his chest by then, sleep pulling you under, but Eddie doesn’t mind, just makes sure that the sheet covers you and that you’re comfortable. 

“No need to thank you, baby, the pleasure was all mine.” He closes his eyes then, knowing you’re already asleep, but he can’t help but smile, because even if he never gets another chance with you, he still got to spend a night with you, and that’s more than he ever thought he’d get. 

And the next morning, he’s still in the bed with you when you wake up, he hasn’t snuck out the window or left a dorky note like you’ve come to expect, and for a moment, you hope it’s not the end of the two of you together.

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[midnight-munson]

Trouble Maker | Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie Munson has always been a trouble maker, and he knows exactly how to push your buttons. But that doesn't stop you from making him yours. AFAB READER!

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), accidental exhibitionism, hair pulling, dom/sub undertones.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Once again this was originally posted on my other NSFW blog but ya know, tumble is a dick. Enjoy!

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Everyone in Hawkins knew that Eddie Munson was an A-grade troublemaker. From his black leather jacket and his torn jeans to his love for various illicit substances, Eddie was the stereotypical bad boy. 

But what only you knew, was that Eddie could be tamed, and oh how he loved it. The moans that spilled from his mouth when he got what he needed, the way his hands wandered searching for what he wanted, and the way his eyes go wide and glossy when you make him your thing to play with. 

Tonight wasn’t much different. He’d taken you out for a movie, some grungy horror film he was excited to see, then brought you back to his trailer. And he wasn’t going to waste his time tonight either, pressing you against the door as soon as it was closed.

“You know, my uncle is out of town for the next couple of nights.” His statement makes your stomach flutter, as mundane as it is, and as Eddie’s hands find your waist, you can’t help but pull him closer by his shoulders.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that got to do with me?” He knows you’re teasing him, knows that you understand what he’s asking, but Eddie also expects that response. So he doesn’t hesitate to let out a chuckle, pressing his lips near your ear and giving your ass a squeeze. 

“It means, that for a while, you and I have the trailer all to ourselves.” Eddie does expect you to let up the game then, but you can’t resist tugging the string a little longer. His lips are moving from your ear and over your jaw towards your lips, and your hands are massaging the back of his neck like you know he loves, but all of a sudden you’re pulling away slightly. The man pouts, big brown eyes gazing into yours with a look of confusion.

“Well, devil boy, if you want me to stay, I think you’re going to have to convince me…who knows, maybe I’ll find a better weekend plan.” The smirk that covers your face then makes Eddie know there’s no real serious threat about leaving him here, but he does now understand the game. And well, if you wanna play, then he’s not gonna say no. 

“Oh sweet thing, you might regret saying that soon.” He’s on you then, lips pressing against yours in a desperate kiss, something the both of you have been wanting all evening. His hands are all over you, sliding under your sweater, squeezing your ass and touching soft skin. Your hands cup his face, making it so he can’t move away until he needs to, and for a while, the two of you are just kissing and touching, taking everything you want. 

He has your shirt off in a flash, eyes dropping down to look at your chest before his hands are going right where you so desperately want them. He’s always loved your chest, love how your nipples pebble under his touch, how your breath gets so shaky when he’s kissing and biting against the skin, and most of all, he loves watching the bruises grow and flourish under his touch. They’re like little tattoos that are only for the two of you to see. He doesn’t waste any more time though, can tell that you’re already racing towards the edge because it’s been a whole week since the two of you have been together. And sure, maybe he should take things slow, but he’s not really the type for slow romance when he needs something so badly he’s seeing stars. You drag him back up to you, coaxing his lips to yours for a sweet kiss that has your toes curling in your boots, and he can’t help but laugh at the face you make when he nibbles at your collarbone. 

“Such a tease, Eddie Munson.” He can’t disagree with that, knows he could drag it out for as long as he wants, but then your tugging at his hair in another heated kiss and Eddie’s a goner. 

He’s on his knees seconds later, your hands still in his hair like you know he loves. His fingers are instantly at the zipper, pulling it down before moving onto the belt and the button. He tugs your jeans down so you can kick them off with his help, the all of his attention is right where it needs to be.

Eddie can already see that you’re glistening, a small amount of juices running down your legs and seeping through your panties. His fingers can’t help but touch, brushing over the material of your underwear before they’re hooking around the edges so he can pull them off you and toss them to the side. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, already dripping and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He’s so close yet so far, and you’re so sick of waiting by then. He can tell you’re getting frustrated but he doesn’t have much time to think before you’re tugging his hair again and moving so that his mouth is only centimetres away from your mound.

“I swear to god, Eddie, get on with it or I’m walking out of here.” He grins up at you, trying to push your buttons but you’re at your limit. “Okay, Munson, I’ll leave you to it, see you at work on–.” 

Eddie’s mouth is on you then, sucking and licking and groaning into your pussy like he’s a man starved. It pulls a shriek out of you because even though you were expecting it, you weren’t ready for the intensity. Your fingers fall to his head again, long black strands winding around your fingertips like they were the only anchor available. Eddie’s fingers were bruising your thighs, pressing you against the wall as he devoured you. 

The vibrations of his moans against your glistening skin had your eyes closing in ecstasy, body going shaky and sliding down the door a little. He’s there to catch you like always, arms wrapping around your hips to steady you while he uses his tongue to play with your clit. 

“Eddie, baby, fuck…” He’s turned you into a moaning mess, and for a moment you see white when he adds his fingers. Of course, he has the perfect fingers for moments like this, long enough to reach every vital angle as he sucks you dry. He moves away to take a breath for a moment and looks up at you while he fingers you fast.

“There we are, sweetheart. So close for me, aren’t you?” You’re nodding in response to his words, eyes shut tight as he places his mouth back on you, and you both know he’ll have you over that edge in seconds. 

And he does, with a final suck and a soft lick just as he twists a finger inside your pussy. He has you melting for him, legs shaking against the door and your hands twisting in his hair, trying desperately to stay standing. 

Eddie’s coaxing you through it, pressing gentle kisses to your clit as you come down and as tears leak from your eyes. You’re a mess, but neither of you mind and when you slide down against the door, he takes you into his arms. 

“Fuck, every time I think you can’t outdo yourself, and then you go ahead and make me cum like that…” Eddie laughs at that, kissing you sweetly as you rest in his arms for a bit. 

“Well, I have always promised to make you feel good. I’m not going to start breaking promises now.” Your hands are still in his hair, tugging slightly and bringing a smirk to his lips. He knows that even after all that, you’re not totally exhausted or fulfilled, but he doesn’t mind. The two of you have a whole weekend together. 

“So, devil boy, what plans do you have for us this weekend?” Your hands are under his shirt then, touching his stomach and chest gently as you centre yourself again. Eddie hums in response before looking down at you.

“I was thinking I spend the rest of the night ruining you, then maybe we go to the diner for breakfast, come back and spend some more time together, if you know what I mean, and see what else takes our fancy.”  Slowly, he helps you stand up, making sure you’re steady on your feet before he’s kissing you again.

“Only one request then from me.” Your hands are fiddling with the belt hoops on his jeans when he nods for you to go on. “No fucking where you and your uncle eat. And next time…let’s make sure the curtains are closed before you decide to eat me out in your living room.” 

Eddie’s eyes widen then, and he looks to the living room window where the moonlight shines in, noticing that the two of you are in direct sight of two other trailers. He groans in embarrassment because as much as he loves showing you off, doing it to all his elderly neighbours is a bit too out of his comfort zone. 

“C’mon lover boy, I’m not done with you yet.”

Eddie Munson will always be a trouble maker, a tease and a wild man, but for you, and only you, he’s like putty in your hands. Soft, pliable, and oh so good for you, and you never want that to change. 

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[asoftepiloguemylove]

It's been raining a lot where i live and i thought about you. Could u do a post about rainy days? I would love it.

Ocean Vuong Night Sky with Exit Wounds / E.E. Cummings In the Rain; Complete Poems of E.E. Cummings: 1904-1962 / Mike Barr / Childe Hassam Rainy Midnight / Haruki Murakami South of the Border, West of the Sun / Edna St. Vincent Millay What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why; The Harp Weaver and Other Poems

[aforgottenthing-in-space]

How am I supposed to feel attractive when this is the beauty standard for non-binary people?

[talonsaga-trash]

No character description has been so well-written and concise as Garret saying Tristan’s eyes were “so blue they were almost black”. Six words, immediately conjures very saturated blue eyes, which the reader immediately would assume are light/turquoise, and then hitting us with “almost black”, which creates such a dark, saturated blue in the mind that “ocean blue” or “midnight blue” could NEVER replicate. Fuckin’ poetry.

It also means that, in Garret’s mind, the epitome of the color blue/the bluest blue is not a saturated turquoise/cobalt color, but instead the very dark blue of his best friend’s eyes.

[tearsofperseides]

The Haunting of Hill House AU with the spicy 6... oh the urge

[memento-morri-writes]

Almost missed sts! Do you have a favorite motif/reoccurring Thing/etc in any of your wips? Or something similar that you find yourself using a lot no matter the wip?

Ohh, this is a god question! Thanks Declan!

So, there's a lot of things that I tend to reuse, but they're more of tropes than motifs. Specifically I love to use some kind of found family or "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb" or "your chosen family is more important than your birth one" in almost all of my projects. Part of the reasoning for this is that a lot of my characters have either deceased parents, absent parents, or parent issues. So, finding a family that is actually supportive and means a lot to them is important for them. Also, just the idea that no matter who you are and where you are in your life, there are people out there who will love and care for you and support you. That's an important thing that I think a lot of people need to hear.

Additionally, all of my stories are about love, in the end. Not just romantic love, but platonic love, self-love, and sometimes even familial love. Love for yourself, love for each other, and love for the world. Doing things for the love of them. Every story is about love because love is what makes life worth living.

On a less serious note, all my fantasy stories that have magic systems have a cost for their magic in one way or another, though usually a physical cost on the user. I feel like it makes things more realistic, and also allows for some fun and interesting situations.

[paint-music-with-me]

The fact that this fixation has bled to Tiktok and Pinterest (one app I use bc friend likes sending me memes and the other only to look at aesthetic clothes) is very telling of how much in a chokehold I am here. This is terrifying.

[dreambutdontsleepx]

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes, I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this, I hosted parties and starved my body like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss. The jokes weren't funny, I took the money. My friends from home don't know what to say. I looked around in a blood-soaked gown. And I saw something they can't take away

CAUSE THERE WERE PAGES TURNED WITH BRIDGES BURNED EVERYTHING YOU LOSE IS A STEP YOU TAKE. SO MAKE THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS TAKE THE MOMENT AND TASTE IT YOUVE GOT NO REASON TO BE AFRAID YOURE ON YOUR OWN KID YEAH YOU CAN FACE THIS

YOU RE ON YOUR OWN KID YOUVE ALWAYS HAVE BEEN

THIS SONG IS ABOUT STEVE HARRINGTON AND YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

dean and la vie en rose, aka I'm very french

dean should have been allowed to listen to édith piaf. i think this boy could've benefited from listening to la vie en rose until he knew the words by heart, in french bien sûr. john lets him take the car for a salt-and-burn and he looks around once he's driven far away, then quickly puts the tape in - he bought it in a convenience store and hides it under the shotgun seat. a smile slowly setting on his face as the song starts. at first he only whispers the lyrics, but here in baby he's safe, and john ain't gonna burst in and yell at him that this isn't men's music. driving a little above the speed limit, singing the chorus, "il me dit des mots d'amour, des mots de tous les jours, et ça m'fait quelque chose!" and his life is still shit, and his mom's still dead, his dad's still an asshole, his baby brother still ran away, but he's got his car and that one song he likes, so it's more of a shouting when he gets to "il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie" because somehow, he likes it. he likes la vie en rose and he likes all out of love. but that's between him and the car.

[cassnottiel]

Peace and love in the world

[midnightreid]

Needy Boy | Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie Munson isn't feeling himself, and when you find out your needy boy just wants you, you give him everything he desires.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ Sub Eddie Munson getting pegged by soft dom reader, with handjobs, slight choking, cock rings, nipple play, face slapping, and anal plugs, weed-smoking, unprotected sex, the reader has no specific genitalia so it can be either p in v or p in the ass!

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This is my first pegging fic, and it's pure filth so I hope you enjoy it!

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Eddie wasn’t always the most touchy-feely guy. Sure, he liked to have you close, wanted to be able to hold your hand or rest his knuckle on your thigh, but he was never one for constant displays of affection.

Except sometimes Eddie had bad weeks where not even music or weed could fix his mood. Sometimes he needed a different release that many wouldn't consider “normal” in the eyes of society. And on those weeks, he’d be the neediest man you’d ever meet, wanting to be close as possible to you, with your body in his lap, his hands on your skin and lips against your neck.

Tonight was exactly like that. He’d been quiet for most of the night, and you could tell he was tired from the way he was slumped against the couch when you entered his trailer. When he saw you come through the door, he didn’t hesitate to reach out for you, tattooed arms extended in your direction, brown eyes wide and hair a mess.

“Hey, Eddie. You okay baby?” Once you dropped your bag, you went right to him, letting him pull you down into his lap so he could nuzzle his face into the crook of his neck. He didn’t answer, just tightened his arms around you as you let your hand run through the messy strands of brown hair. You weren’t worried about his behaviour, you knew he could be like this sometimes and he just needed to be with you for a bit, but you also knew he wouldn’t come out of this funk unless he opened up. “Eddie, c’mon darling, look at me.”

Eddie doesn’t want to at first, but when your finger comes underneath his chin to tilt his head up, he catches your gaze with red-rimmed eyes and a small pout on his face. You watched him, noticed that his gaze never stayed long on your face like it normally would, and you could feel his fingers playing with the hem of your jumper, something he did when he was too caught up in his head to focus on anything else.

“You know, Wayne told me you’d finished all your finals, and that a lot of the teachers thought you’d done well this year. They think you’ll graduate with the rest of us this summer.” You thought that would catch his attention, but Eddie just shrugged, letting his head drop again, lips going straight to the skin of your neck to kiss it gently. “Well then, baby, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need.” He huffs, but nods slowly, teeth scratching slightly against your pulse point, making your heart jump a beat.

“I just need…I’m so wound up. I can’t sleep and weed isn’t helping and I just want you here with me.” Eddie’s hands are on your ass then, squeezing and trying to pull you closer even though there was no space between the two of you. You knew exactly what he needed then, feeling his hot breath against the crook of your neck and with his fingers digging into the material of your jean shorts, you hummed for a moment, letting him fondle you as he wanted. “I really need you…fuck sweet I…” He could barely speak, but all you could do was grin, and finally give him that kiss he’d been yearning for.

It was sweet and slow to start, letting Eddie warm up to it and letting him take his time, but soon he’s pushing against you, hips lifting in earnest and you have to grab onto his shoulders so that you don’t topple off his lap. He catches you with ease, hand up the back of your shirt and caressing the skin of your lower back and fumbling with the waistband of your shorts. But you have to stop him, gently tugging at his hair and calling his name to get his attention. When he finally pulls away and looks at you, his mouth has formed a deep frown, and it takes everything you have to not kiss it off.

“Hey, hang on baby. If I’m going to make you better, we’ve gotta move to the bedroom. As much as I love you, I’m not fucking you on the couch.” Eddie’s mouth drops open then as you expected it to, and for a moment he freezes, then simply utters out a bewildered phrase.

“You’re…you’re going to fuck me?” You laugh at the fact that that’s the only thing he can focus on, but nod and pull him off the couch with you, hands sliding underneath his shirt to brush over his nipples and tattoed skin.

“Of course baby boy, you do remember I hid my strap in your cupboard, right?” He nods, eyes bright and wide with excitement, and he can’t stop pawing at you as you lead him to the bedroom. “Well, seeing as you liked me using it last time, I think maybe, tonight might be another good night for it. On two conditions, you let me focus on you, and only you, and when I ask you to use words, you do.” You’re in the bedroom by then, and you’ve pushed him down onto the double bed that’s pushed against the wall, before turning back to the cupboard and finding your strap and various other sex toys in the plastic container right at the bottom.

You don’t use them often, the both of you enjoy just the pleasure of hands and warmth more than plastic pieces, but when you need a big release, you won’t hesitate to bring out a vibrator. In this case, you’ve grabbed the black metal cock ring, the silver plug and your black dildo with the maroon straps, along with the bottle of lube you keep in there.

Eddie’s watching you in the mirror, bottom lip between his teeth and his legs splayed out in front of him. He can’t take his eyes off you, and when you return to the bed with the toys, he lets out a small whine, already so eager to let you take care of him.

“Okay, pretty boy, tell me what your safewords are.” You kneel before him on the bed and watch him carefully.

“Red to completely stop, yellow to slow down, and green to keep going.” He doesn’t even hesitate to repeat the rules, and you smile at him, proud that he’s not arguing about it for once.

“Good boy, now strip for me, sweetheart, and maybe you’ll get a reward.” His shirt is off in a moment, flung across the room, and he lifts his hips to unbuckle his bet, undo the buttons of his jeans and shuck them off, followed by his socks. He goes for his briefs then, and that’s when you stop him. “Actually, I’ve changed my mind. Keep them on for now.” Your hands go straight for the skin of his chest, fingertips tracing the ink of his tattoos, relishing in the way he shivers against your touch. His hands stay beside him on the bed, because he knows he doesn’t have permission to touch you yet, and when your mouth suddenly covers one of his nipples, his hands ball into fists.

Eddie lurches up into your touch, and you can already tell he’s extremely needy, and he won’t last long tonight without some intervention. But that’s fine with you, the longer they wait, the bigger the release, and when your other hand tweaks his left nipple and pulls a groan out of his mouth as his eyes shut tight, you can’t help but grin.

“Sweetheart, please, stop with the teasing.” His voice is soft, but it’s clear he wants you to get on with it. You let go of his nipple, and look up at him with a cruel smirk, tapping your fingers over his lean torso while you tut.

“You know, I don’t remember you saying you were going to take charge tonight. I mean, by all means, honey, you want this all to stop, then that’s fine, but push me like that again, and you might not get the relief you want.” You’re in his lap then, and chuckle softly when he swallows the lump in his throat. He is enjoying this, you both know it, but Eddie can be impatient. You kiss him again finally, mouth hot and heavy against his, and when your hand moves to the inside of his briefs to grip his already hard cock, he moans against your mouth.

You thumb the tip, watching a bead of precum slowly drip out to soak the material of his briefs, and after a heady whine from Eddie, you finally decide to give him some relief.

“Now, here’s what I’m planning, baby. I’ll let you come with the help of my hand, and then I’m going to get you ready, stretch you out for the strap. And while I do that, and while I fuck you, you’re gonna wear a cock ring so you don’t even have the chance to come again before I’m ready.” Eddie’s breathing heavy, his was thrown back against the wall and hands fisting the sheets, and you know you have him right where you want him. “Then, if you’re the perfect boy like I know you can be, I’ll let you come inside me, just like I know you enjoy. Sound good?” He’s nodding, but when you put your hand on his neck, framing his throat, he looks right at you.

“Good, yes, fuck, please baby.” Smiling, you lean in and kiss him gently, happy that he’s told you exactly how he’s feeling. You pull away to let some spit fall from your mouth and land on the tip of his dick, and with your hand using it as lube to gain some friction, you start to pump him firmly at a medium pace. He’s already so leaky, panting hotly into the air and whining against the sound of spit against his cock.

This is exactly what he needed, and you both knew that, and you both knew that it wasn’t going to take long for him to get to that edge. Eddie lurched up into your touch on a particularly harsh pump, loving the feel of your hand against his skin, and soon he was leaning against your shoulder, muttering softly.

“I’m gonna…fuck sweetheart I’m gonna come, please let me come.” You don’t hesitate to let him come, kissing his neck softly as he comes into your hand, covering it in his sticky release. His hands are on you then, clinging to your waist and trying to ground himself before he becomes too overwhelmed with the various sensations. After a few moments of quiet, he expects you to grab a tissue to clean your hand, but instead, he watches in awe and fascination as you bring your hand to your mouth and let your tongue clean the remnants of his mess. “Baby, I swear you’re going to ruin me one of these days.”

“Eddie, trust me, pretty boy, ruining you would be the greatest pleasure in life. Now, lie down for me.” You’re back to your no-nonsense attitude, pressing a hand against his chest to push him down flat on the mattress, taking off his soiled briefs and throwing them in the direction of the laundry basket, and before Eddie can even say another word, you’ve stripped yourself down, your clothes discard on his floor.

He can’t help but look at you, stare at you with all the love and wonder in his eyes, and when you come back to him and straddle his legs, all he wants to do is touch you, feel you against his skin and hold you to him. But you won’t let him.

You’ve got the cock ring in your hand then, and Eddie knows it’s time for the real moment of the night.

“Are you sure about this, baby? We can stop any time and you know you can use your safeword.” You watch him, making sure he’s thinking about the question and not lying through his teeth just to please you, and when he nods while holding your gaze, you know he’s certain.

“Please baby, ruin me.” The cock ring is on him then, tight enough to stop him from coming but not too tight that it would hurt. And then you’re grabbing the lube, and as he watches with his bottom lip between his teeth in excitement, you slick your fingers up with it and coax Eddie to bend his legs up so you can sit between them.

The moment the tip of your finger circles the rim of his hole, Eddie is moaning loudly, and if you were in any other place you would have gagged him. But here in his bedroom, you couldn’t care less. He was so pretty, spread out in front of you with his hair sticking to his skin and his bottom lip kiss bitten and marks all over his chest and neck.

Slowly, you eased your finger in, one at a time with plenty of lube. Sometimes he arched up into the touch, moved his hand around for you to grab and hold, and sometimes he just babbled, mouthing against the sheets and clenching his fists. You always loved stretching him out, watching all the emotions that fluttered over his face as you sunk your fingers into him, and you knew he also enjoyed it, wouldn’t ask for it if he didn’t.

It didn’t take long to stretch him out, and by the time you had three fingers in him, he was reaching for you suddenly, pulling you into a desperate kiss that stole your breath and made your toes curl. Eddie knew he’d gone against the rules then, but he didn’t care and threw all caution to the wind, arms wrapping around your waist and nearly dislodging you from your position between your legs. His tongue was in your mouth, taking whatever it could and the kiss was messy, teeth and saliva and hot breath against soft skin. When pulled away for air, immediately a cocky smirk was on his face, and you weren’t going to let that stand.

“Oh Eddie, poor poor boy. Can’t you wait any longer? So impatient, thought you could do better.” You’re tutting, and that smirk of his still hasn’t dropped from his face, looking like the cat that got the canary. And that’s when your hand hit his cheek, a gentle smack that caused the metal head to groan with need. “Keep that behaviour up, and I’ll leave you here and get myself off without another thought for you.”

Eddie’s nodding, and he’s not protesting when you push him back against the bed, fingering him open again with new vigour. You knew he wasn’t trying to be bratty, but you knew that if you didn’t get on with your plan your boyfriend was going to have something to say very soon.

His cock was rock hard by then, and when you sneakily kissed the tip while he wasn’t watching, it had him near sobbing, eyes wet and looking right at you. You were also aching to have him inside you already, to have some relief from this torturous pleasure, and when he started speaking, you made your mind up quick.

“Please, baby, I’m ready oh fuck I’m so ready baby.” Eddie’s babbling, but you know he can’t take much more, so you move to put the strap on, on, making sure it was secure and covered in lube so you didn’t hurt your baby.

Eddie watched in unbound anticipation as you lined up to him, a pillow under his ass so you could give him the best angle, and when you slowly sunk into him, he suddenly turned into a whining mess, head rocking around and mouth falling open in pleasure. His skin was so hot, and the noises that the lube made in his hole were everything you thought it would be, and for a moment you had to stop and ground yourself, determined to make it worthwhile for him.

“There we go, pretty boy, oh, look at how well you’re taking my cock. Such a good boy for me.” Your words of praise turn his already pink cheeks even pinker, and when he looks at where the two of you are connected, he nearly loses it, eyes rolling back into his skull on a particularly hard thrust that has him seeing stars.

It’s so good, a picture-perfect image of Eddie spread out on the bed, of your cock hitting his prostate exactly like he needed, and his rock-hard cock sticking up in the air, so desperate to come. You were thrusting into him fast, thighs shaking in your position and the headboard of his bed hitting the wall every so often, and all Eddie could do was sob and whine and moan, begging for release.

But you knew you could take him that little bit further, and when you leaned over him and wrapped your hand around his neck to grip it securely, his eyes glazed over and his tongue lolled, wrapped up in a cocoon of pleasure he didn’t ever want to leave. He could still breathe fine with your hand around his throat, but the friction and the warmth of your hot skin on his sent sparks down his spine, and when you thrust into him particularly hard, he gasped, a small bead of precum leaking out of the tip of his cock.

“FUCK, baby, please I need it, I’m so close oh I can’t hold it baby please.” Eddie didn’t even notice that you’d taken the cock ring off then, too caught up in his babbling until you finally sunk down on his cock. He let out a yell then, loud and harsh against the soft wet sounds between you, and suddenly he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

You could feel him coming into you, spilling his cum against your walls and watching as you rocked against him, seeking your precious release. He went limp, only able to keep his eyes on you and just before it became too much for him, he was begging you to come.

“Please baby, show me how much you need me, let go, baby, please.” His words were soft, and his hand gripped your thigh when you came, shaking above him, mouth wide open and eyelids shut tight. It was a euphoric sight, and something Eddie always enjoyed watching, and then you were falling against him, body heaving for breath.

Neither of you spoke for a while, too exhausted to muster up the energy needed for some simple conversation. Eddie still had tears rolling down his face from his release, and you could feel his cum spilling down his thighs as he slowly exited you, leaving you empty and slightly colder.

Finally, you were able to sit up and discard the strap, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later, and slowly like a new fawn trying to walk for the first time, you hobbled to the bathroom, going to pee and grab a washcloth for the both of you.

When you come back to the bedroom, Eddie’s sitting up, a new pair of briefs on and a lit blunt between his lips. He doesn’t notice you and you watch him from the doorway for a bit, giggling slightly when he nearly drops the blunt.

“You know, when I told you to ruin me, I didn’t really expect something like that, but I think you accomplished your goal.” His arms are spread wide for you to fall into, and he can’t help but kiss your whole face. He smiles when you hand him the washcloth, quickly cleaning himself up from leftover cum on his thighs before he lets out a sigh and takes another puff. “I’m feeling much better, thank you, baby.”

“Anytime, Eds. Now, hand me the blunt, sweet thing, I think I need to relax after that.” He chuckles at your comment, but does as you command, placing the blunt between your lips and watching you take a puff. He’s leaning against your chest then, hair tickling your skin as he pulls the covers over the two of you, and that’s when you remember the last toy you pulled from the box. “Wait, shit, I forgot to use the plug.”

Eddie howls at this, too blissed out to take the comment seriously, but you just groan in disappointment.

“You might have forgotten to use it, baby, but I didn’t.” He’s got that cocky smirk on his face again, and your eyes widen when you realise what he means, hand wondering down to feel between his ass cheeks. You can feel the butt of the plug against your palm, and that nearly has you hot and bothered all over again, with Eddie just chuckling at your expression. “C’mon now, relax with me, and maybe I’ll let you fuck me again in the morning.”

He’s pulling you into him then, bodies covered by sheets and half-smoked blunt discarded to the ashtray, and you can’t help but feel tired, yawning against his chest. He’s humming some old song, lips pressed against your forehead and hand caressing your hip, warm and secure and safe, and all he can think was thank god he was so needy earlier, because now he’s got you in his arms, finally able to sleep, and he’s not letting you go.

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[midnight-munson]

Lucky Boy | Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie Munson always deserves a reward when he's done well, so after another magnificent show with his band, who are you to deny him his prize, in the back of the van, naked and all to himself. GN! Pronouns for AFAB reader!

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, Sub Eddie Munson, dom reader! Colour system used, protected sex, vaginal sex, gender-neutral pronouns for the reader but fem anatomy, come eating, oral sex (male and female receiving) ring kink, bruising, hair pulling kink, hand job, van sex, praise kink, cigarette smoking.

Request: Hiya! After show anon here! I would love for sub!Eddie, I think that would fit the vibe after the reader watches his show, if that makes any sense? No specific kinks or anything, but female anatomy. Gender-neutral pronouns are completely fine though!

Word Count: 3k!

A/N: If you recognise this fic, it's because it was originally posted on my other account @ midnightreid, but right now that account has a bug and tumblr are doing shit all to fix it, so I've made this new account to post my NSFW works. Enjoy!

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There was nothing like being at one of Eddie’s shows, watching the man rock out on his guitar while the whole crowd is captivated by him. It was as if he had the whole world at a standstill while his fingers plucked at the strings, and you couldn’t help but watch him with all the adoration in your eyes from the side of the stage.

He played in such a way that had people fawning over him, girls getting so close to the stage to try and be noticed by him, boys dancing and acting just like him as he stomped around the stage while he threw his head back and forth. Every song was a new dream, every lyric a new chant, and soon the concert had passed you by and the band were coming off the stage.

Eddie went straight for you, gathering him in your arms with the biggest grin you’d ever seen and that glimmer in his eyes you loved so much. He couldn’t help but kiss you, even if all his bandmates groaned around him, but he didn’t care. With his hands on your waist and chest pressed against yours, he wasn’t letting you go any time soon. This was his moment, his reward for playing so well, and he wasn’t missing a single second of it.

“Hey, Eddie, you coming to the party at Mark’s tonight?” One of his band mates came up to Eddie and swung an arm over his shoulder. “C’mon man, bring your babe and let’s party.”

You knew Eddie was tempted, could see it in his eyes that he liked the idea of partying with his friends, getting drunk off cheap beer, and lording it over as the frontman of the band. But he made his decision as soon as he looked at you, eyes filled with a heat he just knew he had to get a fill of.

“Maybe later dude, you guys go have fun though.” With that, Eddie was pulling you away from the rest of the band and dragging you away to the back of the building and out the door.

“You know, if you really want to, you can go to the party.” Eddie pulls open the back doors of his van, which is hiding in a dark part of the carpark, revealing the surprisingly clean interior, with sleek leather seats and black shiny paint.

“I know I could, doll. But honestly, I’d rather spend tonight. Plus, if I remember correctly, you promised me a gift after the show.” You let out a laugh, knowing how this night was already going to go down.

“Well, then, Eddie Munson, you want your gift?” He nods eagerly and doesn’t even wince when you push him into the back of the van, letting him get adjusted against one of the walls. “Then you better listen to me, pretty boy. I’m in charge tonight, okay?”

He’s nodding again, reaching for you with a look of so much love on his face that it nearly makes you melt. But you bat his hands away and dodge his kiss when he leans in. You push him back against the body of the van, hand on his chest and nails digging in slightly.

“I need words, baby, otherwise everything stops now. Are you ready to behave?” Eddie swallows the excited lump in his throat but answers you firmly.

“Yes, please doll.” You’re happy with that answer, and after you got comfortable in your position between Eddie’s spread legs, you strip yourself of your jacket, revealing a sheer t-shirt that had Eddie admiring you right away.

He’d always liked your breasts, always thought they were the perfect shape and size for him to leave small bite marks on and grip with his hands, and now he couldn’t look away. But you didn’t mind, secretly you were always flattered. So when he reached out to touch you above the shirt, you didn’t stop your already needy boyfriend. You were his reward after all.

“You want me to kiss you, baby boy? Yeah?” He’s nodding again, and you don’t hesitate to press your lips against his finally, in a kiss that he’s been dreaming about for ages now. It’s firm and fast and sloppy and just what he was hoping for. Your hand is in his hair, and like always, you’re gently tugging at the strands, making him moan pitifully against your mouth.

He was always so easy to rile up, push a few buttons and already he wants you in his arms. But sometimes it’s fine to take time, to tease him a little and leave him a begging mess, and that’s exactly what you planned to do tonight.

Eddie whined when your lips left his lips and travelled down his neck, sucking against his pulse point harshly, leaving marks that you know he’ll love. His hands are on your waist, holding you tightly so you can’t move away, but you both know he’ll let go the second you want him to. And he does, when you help him take off his shirt and leather jacket, throwing them to the other side of the van. He’s not expecting you to pay so much attention to his chest, doesn’t expect the cool chill of the metal of your necklaces against his skin either, but he’s in heaven when your teeth latch around his nipple and give it a soft tug, an action that makes him keen into you.

“Oh, doll, fuck baby.” Eddie’s whining softly, making you grin against his skin. He wants you to go faster, nearly begs you to, but you both know that you’re in control tonight, and it’s never been more certain when you take his hands off your waist and put them over his head.

“Listen up, baby. I’m going to give you your reward now, and if you play nice, you might earn something special. But if not…well, maybe I’ll make you go to that party, hard as a rock inside these very tight jeans. Understand, Eddie?” You watch him, making sure he understands the implications, and he stares right back at you, hands where you put them and chest littered with bruises and harsh red marks from your nails.

“I understand. Now please, doll, do something.” Eddie bucks his hips up then, jostling you slightly from your position on his lap, but you’re not done talking.

“Hey, you can wait another thirty seconds, Munson. Now, what’s your colour?” The colour system wasn’t anything new to the two of you, and even if Eddie didn’t think it was needed tonight, you still wanted that extra bit of security in case it did get too much for him.

“Green.” You nod, accepting his answer, and then you lean in to kiss him again, soft and slow to start. Eddie loves kisses like this, loves when you take your time with him and pour all the love and affection you have for him into a kiss. But what he doesn’t know is that you’re only trying to distract him, undoing the buttons of his jeans and slowly pulling down the zipper.

Eddie gasps loudly against your lips when you get your hand on his cock, already hard and red and smacking against his stomach with a sightly wet sound. He throws his head back against the wall, seeking some kind of relief from the hell you’re about to put him through, but seconds later, his eyes are back on you and his cock.

“Ohhh, what’s this? Did I get you all riled up, baby? Do you need me to make it better? Need me to let you come?” Eddie’s nodding furiously, watching as you leaned down to spit on the tip of his cock, using it as lube so you could run your hand over him.

He’s moaning loudly, not caring if anyone hears the two of you, and you chuckle darkly when he groans and drops his head down when you play with the slit. You take him in your mouth then, hot and wet and perfect for him. He can’t help but buck his hips up, but you take it in your stride, swallowing around him and letting your tongue travel up the vein.

Eddie’s being such a good boy, so loud and responsive for you, and not once has he let his hands move from their position. You didn’t expect him to be so good, so perfect for you. And as you take him down deeper, you look up to watch him in ecstasy, eyes shut tight and his hands forming fists. He’s trying so hard not to come too early, wanting the moment to last a bit longer, but you don’t mind.

“Fuck, doll, I swear to god, I’m so close.” He’s muttering now, and when you dig your nails into his waist just like he always loves, his hips lift until you’re choking on his cock. He’s in such bliss as spit falls from your mouth and tears well up in your eyes as you take him deep, filling your nostrils with his scent of musky cologne and cheap cigarettes he always keeps in the van.

You pull your mouth away from him then, and when you move to kiss him, he lets you willingly, your hand coming up to tug on his hair and his pre-cum and your spit covering your lips. It’s never been so dirty between you, but Eddie’s loving it, bucking his hips up repeatedly to get some sort of friction on his aching cock that’s now being neglected.

“Here’s what's going to happen, pretty boy. I’m gonna finish sucking you off, then I’m going to make you cum again and let you fuck me, and then, to finish the night off, you can do whatever you want to me. Sound good?” Eddie’s nearly going delirious as you list out your plan, but he’s nodding his head again, eyes wide and jaw slack when your hand lands back on his cock. He’s muttering soft “yes’s” into the warm air of the van, so you know he got the picture, and you don’t hesitate to start sucking him again, fingers biting into the skin of his thighs so he stays still.

It only takes a few more minutes, and you knew Eddie was trying to hold it in. But you weren’t going to let him, and after running your tongue over the slit one more time and pinching his nipple, he’s cumming into your mouth, hips bucking up erratically and choking you slightly.

You swallow it all down to the bewilderment of Eddie, who looks at you like you’re some type of devil come down to bless him with some type of hellish miracle, and Eddie breaks his promise then and drags you to him.

He’s kissing like he’s on fire, lips half missing yours in his desperation to taste you, taste his cum on your tongue and the orange balm you always put on your lips, and for a moment you can’t breathe, dizzy as his hands wander your body. Eddie strips you of your shirt and bra without a second thought, and tears your jeans from your body, much to your surprise.

“I’ll buy you new ones, promise.” And then he’s got you on his lap, and when his fingers touch your very neglected core to make sure you’re ready to take him, he whimpers, fingers glistening with juices that have soaked through your underwear. “Doll…I-...you’re going to ruin me one of these days.”

“Get on with it, Munson, I don’t have all night to wait, you want to make me cum or not?” Eddie’s got that glimmer in his eyes that you know means trouble, but you’re too sick of waiting. But luckily Eddie doesn’t have to be asked twice, because after rolling on a condom (because as much as he’s a rule-breaker, he doesn’t want to get you knocked up just yet) he’s grabbing your hips and sinking you onto him.

It’s pure ecstasy, and as you adjust to his size, you’re biting down on his shoulder, leaving teeth-shaped marks on his pale skin that he’ll treasure. He’s watching you, making sure you’re okay and when you nod and squeeze his bicep, he lets a small smirk escape before he’s fucking up into you, watching you bounce on his cock and whining into his neck.

Eddie’s so sensitive, already rock hard again even if he only came minutes ago, but he’s determined to get you off first. He’s tugging at your nipples, cold rings blissfully stinging against your skin as he leans in and sucks a mark to the crook of your neck.

You’re so wet, dripping down your thighs and onto his cock, and his hands are pressing down so hard on your thighs that the patterns of his rings are leaving indents on your skin, bruising. It makes you so much wetter, being marked by your boy, and when Eddie sucks on your nipple a final time, suddenly you’re coming, back arching and tightening around him.

You’re gasping for air, eyes wide and wet as the pleasure hits you in waves, shaking your body right to the core while Eddie keeps fucking up into you, watching you in awe as your eyes close and your hands go for his neck, fingers tightening against his pulse point. Eddie’s gone then too, yelling loudly as he pumps into you and spills his cum into the condom, breathing heavy and holding you tight against his chest. You’ve slumped against him, sweaty bodies pressing together, and for a moment all you can do is laugh.

“Hell, pretty boy, who knew you come make me cum like that.” Eddie is still keening at the praise, even if he has nearly fucked your brains out and is now covered in cum, eyes deep and watching your every move. He smiles like he’s in a dream, kissing up your neck and cheek to help you come down, but when you push away from him gently, he furrows his brow. “Hey, I’m okay, you did good, baby boy, I promise. But I do remember promising you can do whatever you want to me now.”

“A…Anything?” He nearly goes crazy at the endless thoughts running through his brain, but when he sees your juices dripping down his thighs from where you’ve just cum, he knows instantly what he wants. And without a word or a clue to you, he’s got you on your back, body flat against the floor of the van and the blankets that softened you from the harsh metal.

Suddenly he’s a man starved as if he hasn’t just cum twice and made you cum once, and before you know it, he’s got his mouth on you, making you shriek in shock. He dives in, giving you no chance to breathe, and you can feel him licking against your clit, vibrations sending sparks into your core again. It’s nearly too much for you, you nearly want to push him off but then he looks up at you from between your legs and those big brown eyes do you in, melting into his touch.

You’re silent, so tired and nearly at the end of your tether, but Eddie doesn’t mind, he can feel you reacting against his mouth, getting wetter again as he crooks a finger into and rubs his fingertip against your walls. He’s urging you on, a hunger in his eyes you’ve never seen before, and like always, he’s being your perfect good boy, grabbing your hand to ground the both of you to the moment.

Finally, after the waves of pleasure broke against you, you were cumming. In fact, for the first time, your cum was squirting out of you, soaking Eddie’s face and your thighs. He pulls away from you then, making sure you don’t get too oversensitive and he holds you tightly as you shake from the aftershocks that rack your body, and he can’t speak, too entranced by the picture of you shaking against the floor of the van in pleasure. You’re squeezing the hand that grips yours, pulling him to you in need, and he comes willingly, lying down next to you and kissing you delicately.

It takes a while for both of you to come down, pleasure slowly fading into a pleasant hum as you lie with your head on his chest, arms slung over his waist and his hand holding you tightly. That’s when he gets out the cigarettes, lights one quickly and takes it into his mouth. He knows he should quit the dirty things, but he can’t, just like he can’t quit you.

“You know, I think that reward was very much deserved, Munson.” He laughs as you look up from him, cigarette teetering between his lips.

“Oh yeah? Well, aren’t I the luckiest boy in Hawkins?” He kisses you then and wraps the two of you in the warm blankets that cover the van floor. “Got the prettiest doll by my side, just had the best sex of my life, and played the biggest show so far.”

“Best sex of your life, huh? And guess who’s to thank for that, lucky boy?” Eddie grins down at you, pinching your side teasingly. But he kisses you sweet and soft again, cupping your cheek with his free hand.

“Thank you, doll. Now, let’s get dressed so I can drive us back to the trailer.” He’s putting his shirt back on then and fumbling slightly with his jeans. “I’ve got the rest of the night to repay you, and I’m not letting that go.”

You loved Eddie Munson and the chaotic character that he was. With those long brown locks and deep brown eyes, you knew you’d be in the palm of his hand for the rest of existence. But sometimes you could take that control back, make him beg for you, and on those nights, the both of you knew how lucky the both of you were, even if Eddie nicknamed himself “lucky boy”.

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RUTHLESS

Stepdad Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 5.1k+

Warnings: DDDNE, literally just a fucked up stepdad/mom's bf fantasy, could read "mom" as tess but I don't name her or assign physical features to her or reader, post-outbreak, reader is def over 18 but not by much so yeah age gap, NON-CONSENSUAL, power imbalance, unethical d/s dynamic, slapping, spanking, punishment, orgasm delay/denial, humiliation, degradation, face fucking, anal sex, little to no aftercare

A/N: Category is "That old man would fucking never... but if he did..." Please be mindful of the warnings and don't read if it might trigger you. Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.

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Within the secluded world of your big noise-canceling headphones, you scan through silence on the CB radio, pausing for a few seconds on each channel before moving on to the next. 

Channel 11: Nothing. 

Channel 12: Zilch. 

Channel 13: Nada. 

When you turn the dial to channel 14, though, you pick up chatter and start transcribing. 

Channel 14 7/17/22 19:56

—got a bundle of carrots today. Budaydas, onions, too. Want me to come by tomorrow and make some stew? Over. 

Got enough for the kids? Over. 

And leftovers. Over. 

I’ll be at Margie’s around supper time. Over and out. 

The air goes silent.

After a minute goes by with no follow up transmissions, you glance at the clock. 7:58. Almost time for check-in. 

You tune the radio to channel 32 and review your transcription. 

Many people speak in code, encrypting their messages in seemingly benign conversations. To the untrained ear, they’re normal exchanges, people making small talk about jobs and rations and kids. Goodnight calls and check-ins that use predictable inquiries to convey messages. 

—got a bundle of carrots today. Budaydas, onions, too. Want me to come by tomorrow and make some stew?

Most of it you can translate from memory. The drug traffickers that use channel 14 have frequented the same lingo for years. Likely because of the high turnover rate of personnel. There’s less confusion that way. Confusion in communication raises more alarm bells for eavesdroppers than using the same code words across the board. 

You flip through your cipher for channel 14, searching for budaydas, but find nothing. Scrunching your nose up, you say the word out loud, “Budaydas. Buh-day-das.” 

Carrots, onions, budaydas in a stew. 

“Oh,” you nod in understanding, then jot down your translation, muttering under your breath, “Fucking Boston accents.” 

(Someone) picked up tranquilizers, benzos (budaydas = potatoes), and opioids. The caller wants to meet up and trade as previously agreed. 

The rest of it is easy enough to interpret without the use of a cipher. You probably don’t need to write down the translation, but do it in case your mom or Joel need to reference the notes at a later date. 

There’s enough to distribute product across their network of dealers in Boston QZ, plus more to stockpile. They’ll meet at their hub in Area 1, Margaret St, at midnight. 

You exhale through slack lips, glancing at the clock as it ticks over to 8:00, then pick up the microphone and hold down the speak button. 

“Radio check.” 

A few seconds go by before you hear a familiar gruff voice crackle over the radio waves into your ears, “Loud and clear. Over.”

Your nostrils flare when you hear him. Joel Miller. The bane of your existence. Your de facto stepfather, only because you don’t really remember life without him by your mom’s side. 

This isn’t to say he’s a father figure to you by any means. The two of you never shared the kind of heartwarming paternal bonding moments you read about in books. That would require warmth and vulnerability, which he distinctly lacks. 

Once, when you were maybe 11 or 12, you made the mistake of calling him Dad. The way he looked at you made you feel like dirt. Fire burning behind his dark eyes, he corrected you with one stern syllable that taught you your place: “Joel.” 

You sit up straighter and take a moment to gather yourself before responding. 

“Did you get your message from Uncle Paul? Over.”

“I did. Over.” 

“How’s the weather in Kansas City? Over.” 

“Cloudy. Over.” 

Fuck. 

You swallow around nothing, then clear your throat and ask, “And Grandma, how’s she? Over.”

“Fine, just busy is all.”

You exhale a sigh of relief that melts the tension between your shoulders. Joel continues. 

“Anything new with you? Over.” 

Tapping your fingers on your notes, you answer, “Rumor has it the market is gonna be busy tomorrow. Harvesting time, I guess. Other than that, same old same old. What about you? Staying out of trouble? Over.”

It feels strange, having a casual conversation with him like this. Even if it’s just a data exchange dressed up as a casual conversation. 

There’s a long pause, then he says, “Fine, yeah. Well. See you soon. Over ‘n’ out.” 

Stiff as a board. Cold as ice. Joel Miller, everyone. Round of applause. 

You snort, rolling your eyes as you unplug the headphones and toss them on the table. It takes a moment for you to re-acclimate to your surroundings. 

The dingy two-bedroom apartment is quiet and still. Outside, the setting sun casts the world in a dark golden haze. A FEDRA patrol vehicle roars down the street, broadcasting the curfew alert from a loudspeaker. Faint shouting from a few units down momentarily piques your curiosity before you decide it’s none of your business. 

You stand from the chair and reach your hands above your head, lungs expanding in a powerful yawn, then take a lap around the apartment to stretch your legs. 

Something catches your eye when you walk by the entry. A note slipped under the doorframe. On the outer fold, your name is written in a familiar scrawl. 

Your heart skips a beat. 

You pick it up and unfold the paper, revealing an invitation. 

I miss you. Come over when you’re done surfing the airwaves. XO, Bert. 

Warmth trickles down between your thighs. A smile spreads across your face. You glance up at the door, then to the CB radio and scanner on the desk. 

Indecision churns in your belly. 

You are explicitly forbidden from leaving the apartment while your mom and Joel are out on runs. A safety precaution you’ve protested dozens of times to no avail. They expect you to stay put and warn them if you notice any signs of potential danger. In return, you receive a cut of the profit and a roof over your head. Security, in short. Which is more than most could say. 

That being said… You break this rule from time to time, when the circumstances allow. 

Like when the Fireflies and FEDRA have been quiet for weeks and there are no smoke signals in sight. Like when you’re five nights into a seven day seclusion and think you might die of boredom if you don’t get the fuck out of here. Like when your boyfriend slips a note under the door and asks you to come over. 

You look down at the paper in your hands, re-reading the words I miss you. 

Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? 

—

Just before midnight, you wander down the hallway to your unit, jelly knees wobbling with each step. As you absentmindedly trace your tingling lips, still puffy from kissing, you unlock the door and push it open, then frown. 

The lights are on. 

They were off when you left, you’re sure of it. When you step further into the apartment, your foot catches on something. A backpack. This faint buzzing starts behind your ears as you blink at it, wishing it would go away.

Motherfu—

“Where the fuck have you been?” 

Your stomach plummets to the floor when you hear his voice. A thick knot of panic tightens around your windpipe as you look up to find Joel standing just a few paces away in the living room. 

He stares you down, dark eyes glowing with fury, and questions you again, “Where were you?” 

“N-nowhere.” 

The blatant lie sits sour on your tongue. His lips purse, so you fumble out another, “I went for a walk.” 

“A walk,” he repeats, tone disbelieving, “You went on a walk after curfew wearing that?” 

You look down at your clothing. A short skirt and tank top. Your throat bobs in a guilty gulp, then you meet his eyes again and nod. 

“And when did you leave on this ‘walk?’”

Your mind whirs as you try to come up with an answer. It feels like a trap. You try to calculate an answer that will provide minimal blowback. 

“I don’t know, maybe twenty minutes ago?” 

“Try again.” 

The electricity humming through you takes on a red, frustrated edge, and you snip, “I don’t fucking know, dude. It was a while ago, I wasn’t paying attention. Where’s my mom?” 

“Your mom sent me here to make sure you were alive,” he says pointedly, taking slow, deliberate steps towards you, “We’ve been tryin’a reach you for three hours. I got here an hour ago. That’s a helluva lot longer than twenty minutes, ain’t it?” 

Shrinking into yourself, you search his face. Jaw set, eyes boring into yours. Waves of anger roll off him as he approaches, and you remember all those rumors you heard about him on the radio. The fear you heard in grown men’s voices when they recounted run-ins with that bitch and her guard dog. 

You remember what Bert said about him: He’s fucking ruthless.

“You aren’t supposed to leave the apartment when we’re outside the QZ.” 

“I know.” 

“Then why did you?” 

Your heart thuds against your ribcage. 

Joel has never directed this kind of outright anger towards you. Sternness, sure. Contempt, maybe. But this is different. You’re in fucking trouble. 

There has to be a way out of this conversation.

You drop your gaze to the floor and ask, “Is my mom ok? Did something happen to her?”

“Don’t change the subject.” 

Righteous indignation straightens your spine and wills you to meet his eyes again, “I’m not saying shit until you tell me what happened to her.” 

“She sprained her ankle, but she’s fine. She’s safe,” he tells you, then takes another step forward, “Why did you leave?” 

You respond by rolling your eyes. 

“Answer the question.” 

With an irritated sigh, you search his face, then tell him, “You don’t know what it’s like to be here. Isolated for days or weeks at a time. I fucking hate it. It’s so lonely and boring, I feel like I’m losing my mind—”

“Oh, cry me a goddamn river.” 

You scowl at him, staring him down, “Fuck you.” 

“Watch your fucking mouth, you disrespectful little shit.” 

Red flashes through your field of vision, hot and angry and defiant. You gather the moisture in your mouth on your tongue and spit at him. It splats on his cheek. 

His face twists up with fury for one second before he charges, closing the distance between you. The impact pushes your back to the door with a thud. 

He grabs your jaw, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of your cheeks. His eyes are hot coals, burning into you. The muscles in his jaw twitch, nostrils flaring, breath shaky. 

When he speaks, it’s through gritted teeth, “You don’t know what it’s like out there.” 

“No, because you won’t let me fucking leave—”

“You should be fucking grateful, you know that? Being here is a fucking cake walk. Your mom ‘n’ I have seen things, done things—horrible things you couldn’t even imagine,” he husks, searching your face, grip tightening so hard it makes you whine. “We keep you safe, and all we ask is that you stay put and keep a lookout for us when we’re gone.” 

Even if you wanted to respond, you can’t. The vice grip he has on your face renders your mouth immobile. 

All you can do is stare back at him, studying his furrowed brow and clenched jaw. Full lips pinched thin as he glowers at you. 

You notice how close his broad body is to yours. The heat radiating off his tightly-wound muscles onto your skin. His ragged breath scatters across your face and wafts into your open mouth. You taste the bootleg whiskey on his breath and your pulse jumps. 

Warmth drips down your spine and pools at the center of you, a horrifying sensation that makes you squirm.

“Were you with your little boyfriend? Hmm?” he asks, eyes darting around your face, trailing down to your body for a moment before returning, “That boy downstairs? Figure you musta been, on account of how you’re dressed.” 

You don’t say anything. You can’t. But it doesn’t matter, because it’s not really a question. 

“Abandoning your post to go out and get fucked, is that it?” 

A whimper slips from your throat as heat swells beneath your skin. 

He wouldn’t be treating you like this if your mom was here. He wouldn’t say these things or be this close to you. Knowing this, you understand that whatever is happening right now is wrong. 

You also understand that you like it. 

You hate that you like it, and hate him for making you like it, but you like it all the same. 

Letting go of your face, he demands, “Answer me.” 

“Fuck you.” 

Before you even realize what’s happening, you feel a sharp, hot sting on your cheek and yelp.

He fucking slapped you. 

“Wrong answer.” 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you retort, bringing your hand to the welt forming on your cheek, “I’m gonna tell her.” 

“Yeah? You gonna tell her I found you sneaking in at midnight, too? That you compromised our safety to go out ‘n’ get dicked down?” 

You harden your gaze on him, lips pressing together with disdain. 

“She wouldn’t like that, would she?” he asks, the smallest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “She’d probably kick you out on your ass.” 

“She wouldn’t. You guys need me.” 

“And you need us,” he counters, searching your face, “So what do we do to make sure this doesn’t happen again? Hmm?” 

A dozen inappropriate images flash through your head, each more lurid than the last. An electric, tingling feeling shoots out from the base of your spine and works through your extremities. 

You swallow hard and shake your head, “I won’t do it again.” 

“If I don’t punish you, you will. You’re fucking disrespectful. Selfish. You need discipline.” 

Again, a flash of frustration taints the world red. Crossing your arms over your chest, you scoff, “Just because you’re fucking my mom doesn’t mean you’re my dad. I am an adult and you are not the boss of me.” 

He sighs and takes a step back, planting his hands on his hips. His gaze drifts around the empty apartment, jaw gnashing back and forth for a moment before he returns to twist the deadbolt closed and grab your arm. 

“What the f—” you swat at him and dig your heels into the floor, but it does nothing as he drags you by his steel grip, pulling you stumbling along behind him into the living room. 

He sits on the couch and forces you to lay over his bent knees, one big hand securing your wrists behind your back while the other flattens against the swell of your ass cheek. As soon his touch leaves, it returns, a sharp snap tingling across your skin. 

Shocked doesn’t even begin to describe the chaos throbbing through you. 

“You’re right, you’re an adult. And I’m not your dad,” he asserts, lifting his hand. Your whole body clenches in anticipation. “But as long as you live here, I am the fucking boss of you,” he slaps your ass again, “Do you understand me?” 

It surprises you when you hear yourself sob, “I’m sorry—”

He does it again and again, hissing, “Yeah, you’re fucking sorry now, aren’t you?” 

Each firm slap he lays down is firm, unflinching. Ruthless. 

It overwhelms your senses and becomes the only thing you feel. The universe world narrows down to just his palm on your skin. The reliable and exquisite pain ringing through you. Smack. Smack. Smack. 

Every time he draws his hand back, you don’t think you can handle it again. But you do. 

Soon, you start to crave the impact. His skin on your skin. You can’t feel the start or end of it. It’s just him and you. Pain and pleasure. Sobs and moans, all blended together. 

Far away, you hear him chide you for not wearing underwear beneath your skirt. Then he asks, “Are you fucking enjoying this?” 

Too ashamed to admit it, all you do is whimper in response.

Smack. 

He sucks in breath through his teeth, then grabs the meat of your ass and rumbles, “You do, don’t you?” 

When his grasp on your wrists releases, you pull your elbows beneath you and look over your shoulder at him, watching as he spreads your cheeks apart and stares down between your legs. You’re probably shiny and wet with the evidence of your desire. 

His lips form an ‘o’ when he kneads you back together and spreads you apart again. The motion teases all your hungry nerves and makes you moan. It feels so fucking good. 

You realize then that he’s grown stiff against your belly, hard cock leaving no mistake. 

“You fucking like it, too, don’t you?” you ask him, your voice breathy and amused, “I can feel how turned on you are.” 

Slipping a hand between your bodies, you press against his strained zipper. His cock jumps at the contact, and he groans, dragging his fingers through your slick lips. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp, eyes fluttering closed as you nod in approval. He works your clit in steady, firm circles while you smooth your hand along the big bulge in his pants, letting out a string of whines at the bubbling pleasure inside you. 

You lose yourselves here, both of you squirming and panting and petting the other. So wrapped up with how fucking good it feels that you forget to feel ashamed. 

When he smacks your ass now, you croak through clenched teeth, “Fuck yes.”

He likes that you like it. You can tell by the way he groans and throbs beneath you. This knowledge inspires your pulse to pound and your muscles to tense. 

“Joel,“ you whimper, opening your eyes to meet his heavy-lidded gaze, “I’m gonna fucking come, don’t stop—”

“Did I give you permission to do that?” he asks, slowing his touch to a torturous rhythm, “Did I say you could come?” 

You shake your head and whine, “Please, Joel, please—”

“Are you sorry for what you did?” 

“I’m sorry—”

“Are you gonna do it again?”

“No no no, I won’t, I promise, I’ll be a good girl—”

He groans, tossing his head back as you frantically rub at the bulge in his pants. Your palm chafes against the stiff denim, but you don’t stop. You would do this for eternity if it meant he’d let you find your release. 

“Oh yeah, you’ll be a good fucking girl for me?” he asks, touching you just soft and slow enough to twist your nerves ragged, but keep your orgasm out of reach. 

“I will, I promise. Please, Joel,” you whisper, holding his gaze as your face gets all hot, “Please make me come, please please—”

“Show me you mean it.” 

He doesn’t need to explain what he means. While he takes off his jeans, you scramble off his lap and kneel between his spread knees. His eyes stay glued to yours as you slide your hands up his thighs. 

Batting your lashes at him, you wrap your lips around his swollen cock. He fills your mouth. He feels smooth but hard against your tongue. He tastes salty and heady and when you inhale the musk of him, you moan around his girth. 

Nodding, he anchors his grip behind your head and bucks his hips, forcing his dick down your throat. When you gag, he doesn’t let up, but thrusts into the sensation, grunting, “Fuck. Yes,” before letting you pull off, gasping for air.

You wrap your hands around him, all shiny and slick with drool, and pump his length for a moment while you catch your breath, then take him in your mouth again. 

This time, you sit up taller. You relish the stretch of your lips as you bob up and down. Savor the tug of his fingers curled tight in your hair. Memorize the sound of his huffs and grunts as he fucks your face. The wet squelching gurgle of his cock squeezing down your windpipe. 

“Look at me,” he orders, so you do. 

He’s all blurred from your watering eyes, but you can make out the dark irises and stay locked onto them while relaxing the muscles of your throat to take him easier. When you make an enthusiastic humming noise, he groans. It’s wanton and lusty and lights a fire in your belly. 

Joel has never treated you this hard or soft. His regard for you has always been callous. Closed-off. Indifferent. With your assistance on the radio, he treated you like a tool for survival. Before that, or even in-between smuggling runs, he treated you like some kind of a household pet he had little regard for. Your mom’s responsibility, never his. 

For years and years, you ached for more. 

When you were younger, you used to sit up nights and wonder if he’d ever consider you his daughter. He wouldn’t, though. He won’t. 

But this is something. 

Distinctly, you want to please him. Be the best he ever had. You want to sink your claws into his brain and leave your mark for years to come. You want him to look at you after this and feel a flicker of desire and self-loathing. You want him to think of you when he fucks your mom. You want him to hate how you made him feel. 

When you pull off him and start to work his soaked length with your hands, you pant, “Does that feel good? Am I doing a good job sucking your cock?” 

“It’s good,” he nods, lets out a groan that pinches his eyes shut, then meets your gaze again, “So fucking good, Jesus Christ. Is this what you were out doing tonight? Sucking cock?” 

“Not tonight.” 

“But he fucked you, didn’t he? That boy?” 

You nod, stroking him slower. His eyelids flutter. 

“Did he fuck your pussy or your ass?” 

The question sends a jolt through your middle. You recall the sex you had with Bert. Barely an hour has gone by since he pulled out of your cunt to shoot his load on the mattress, but it feels like a lifetime ago. 

“My pussy,” you answer, then gather a thick, hot wad of saliva on your tongue and spit on his cock. You spread it with a slow churning motion, watching Joel’s face twist up with pleasure. 

“Were you bein’ smart about it at least?” he asks, studying you, “We don’t need you getting knocked up.” 

“He pulled out,” you shrug. 

He grunts in acknowledgment, then sits up and pulls on your arm to join him on the couch, “C’mere.” 

You follow his guidance, lying back on the cushions as he strips off his shirt. 

The only times you’ve seen him shirtless were accidental and slightly embarrassing for both of you. But now, you notice how his smooth chest glows in the dim light. Now, when you drink in the sight of his big arms and broad shoulders, heat bubbles up your spine.

While you pull your tank top off over your head, he tugs your skirt down your thighs, asking, “You ever taken it up the ass?” 

You shake your head. 

His eyebrows jump a little like he’s surprised. A sadistic kind of smirk plays across his lips as he pushes your knees up to your chest, then spreads you apart, the head of him nudging at your backdoor. 

He doesn’t ask for permission. He doesn’t ask if you want it this way, or if you want him to be the first. He doesn’t even warn you about the initial shock and pain you experience when he rocks his hips forward and breaches the tight hole. 

You yelp and try to lurch away from the sharp pain, but he grabs you and holds you there. 

Sitting up on your elbows, you cry, “That fucking hurts, Joel.”

“Wouldn’t be much of a punishment if it didn’t hurt a little, would it?” he murmurs, disinterested, watching your asshole stretch to accommodate the head of his cock. 

The sensation is overwhelming. Like being stabbed or split open. At first, you hate it. You sputter and gasp and shake your head as he pushes himself in further and further. 

Then he pauses the invasion, releasing his steel grip on you to tilt your chin up and meet his gaze, “Just relax.”

His eyes burn into yours, making your pulse jump. You bear witness to his heaving chest and parted lips and feel him twitch inside you. Sparks sizzle across your body, but you still scowl at him. 

“It hurts, I don’t like it.“ 

“It’ll get better, you just gotta relax,” he coaches.

“Why can’t we just have normal sex?”

He grunts, thinks about it for a moment, then tells you, “First off, this is not normal sex,” he points between your chest and his, “This will not be a normal thing, you understand?” 

It stings a little, if you’re being honest. But you nod, “I understand.” 

Nodding, he licks his lips. He throbs inside you, hips jerking a little in reaction. This time, the friction feels good enough to make you whimper. 

“Second, we don’t need another mouth to feed around here,” he says, searching your face, “We’re stretched thin enough as is. You know what I mean?”

“But if you—”

“Pulling out can still stick. This way’s tried and true, trust me.” 

“Trust you,” you scoff under your breath and roll your eyes. 

“What’s that?” 

You meet his hardened gaze, feeling emboldened enough to ask, “Do you fuck my mom in the ass?” 

“That’s none of your business,” he warns. 

“So, what, you can interrogate me about my sex life, but I can’t do the same?” 

“That’s right,” he barks, “Know why?” 

In response, you glare at him. 

He takes this moment of bitter silence to drag his knuckles up your slick, swollen lips. The light touch branches out beneath your skin and makes your heart pound. You gasp a little, but try to hide it. He clocks it immediately. 

“There we go,” he murmurs under his breath, almost as an aside, smoothing the pad of his thumb in soft circles on your clit. Pleasure churns beneath the touch, hot and hungry for more. When you whimper, Joel’s eyes go wild for a second, then he says, “I am the fucking boss of you, understand?” 

You swallow a moan as he arches forward and starts to roll his hips. It feels better now. Good. Fucking amazing, almost. Electric and gooey. He fills you so completely with each thrust, you wonder how you can even breathe. 

“So if I tell you to be home, that’s where you’ll be. If I ask you where you’ve been, who you were with, what you were doing—you tell me the truth. Understand?” 

Nodding, you gasp, “I understand.” 

“You don’t get to ask me about your mom. You don’t tell your mom. You don’t sneak out to go get fucked by some boy who doesn’t even know what to do with you—”

“Holy shit, Joel I’m gonna—” you gasp at the pressure building at the base of your spine, spreading thick and hot and delicious across your body. 

“And you don’t come without my fucking permission. Understand?” 

“I understand I understand,” you cry, literal tears burning behind your eyes at the ache of trying to keep the ecstasy at bay, “Please can I come, please please please—”

“Are you sorry?” 

“I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again—”

“That’s right, you’ll never fucking do it again. Why’s that?”

“You’re the boss,” you beg, your voice so raw and pleading it sounds foreign. He pounds into you now, a wet slap that echoes off the apartment walls. It takes all your concentration to keep your pleasure contained, to not spill over the edges, but you hear yourself babble somewhere far away. 

“You’re the fucking boss. I’m sorry I’m sorry I won’t disobey you again I’ll be a good girl I’ll do anything just please give me permission to come daddy please please please—”

When he moans, loud and depraved, it just about breaks you, but you manage to keep your resolve long enough for him to pant, “Go ahead, let it go.” 

With a choked sob, you untether your pleasure and allow it to expand, growing hot and wide and unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Every muscle in your body tenses up as the sensation swallows you whole, then spits you back up, sending wave after wave across your body.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” he grunts, taking his hand from your clit to hold your knees down and fuck your ass hard and fast and ruthless.

It surprises you when heat starts stretching out from the middle of you again. Your heart starts to race as the feeling grows. 

“Ffffuuuuck,” you whimper, “That feels so fucking good—”

“I told you, didn’t I?” 

“You did you did holy shit,” you meet his eyes and nod frantically, “I love it I love it—please can you come in my ass?” 

“Is that what you want? Want me to come in your tight little asshole?” 

A feral noise escapes you, and you sob, “Yes—”

“Do you wanna come too?”

“Yes—oh my god, yes, please please please daddy—”

“Come with me, baby.”

You let the feeling overtake you again, gasping out, “thank you thank you thank you,” as it takes you strong and fast. Pleasure pulses through your body, causing you to convulse and strain against Joel’s grip spreading you open. He releases a moan from his belly and gives you a hard, deep thrust that he holds for a shuddering moment. After emptying himself inside you, he pulls out, falling back to his seat on the couch. 

Chest heaving, you prop yourself up on your elbows and study him. He pinches his eyes shut and catches his breath before meeting your gaze again. 

His expression goes soft long enough for something dangerous to flicker between you. 

Then he turns away and starts getting dressed. 

“Get yourself together, I’m gonna go get your mom.” 

As you sit up, you fold your legs into your body and watch him button his shirt. 

“Joel—”

He looks at you, searching your face expectantly, but your brain goes static and you’re not even sure what you were going to say. 

“This stays between us, understand?” 

His tone is firm but gentle. You swallow hard and nod, “I understand.” 

Nodding, he glances down at your lips, then back to your eyes. He rises to his feet to leave, but before he does, he leans down to press a kiss into your forehead. 

“Good girl.” 

[ NEXT PART ]

[staranghae]

[3:17 AM]

summary. yoon jeonghan is like art in a museum. look don't touch kinda deal. so, what happens when your idiot best friend dares you to kiss him during a drunken game of truth and dare? let's find out...

pairing. jock! y.jh x reader wc. 1k warnings. mentions of murder (lighthearted), profanity, bestie! mingyu genre. fluffy fluff, jeonghan is very aditya kashyap coded in this. a/n. requested by a lovely anon! this feels so cliche but I love cliches so here you go! hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

you were going to murder kim mingyu one of these days.

your head hadn't even hit the pillow after your designated midnight 'talk' with him that he had gone and woken up the rest of the dorm to play a game of truth or dare.

you had agreed, strictly telling him that you would be staying for only one round of the game. a girl needs her beauty sleep after all.

what started as one single round with barely 5 people from dorm was now going strong on round 5 with all 17 people in the dorm sitting on the floor in varying stages of drunkenness, save for a few who were still sober, including you and yoon jeonghan.

yoon jeonghan, the captain of the soccer team and also the guy you've been crushing on since high school. by pure coincidence, the two of you ended up in the same university and in the same major AND in the same friend group! it truly felt like the universe was on your side with this one.

your fantasies were interrupted by the shrill sound of someone mingyu squealing. you looked to find the cause of his sudden excitement only to find the bottle had landed on you. you looked back up at him only to find him staring at you, a sinister glint in his eyes. with an overly saccharine tone, he asks you,

"y/nie, truth or dare? you have to pick dare by the way, you picked truth twice in a row already so."

"then why'd you ask the question, dipshit?"

you heard a low chuckle come from your side. you look to find the source of the sound, only to see jeonghan looking at you. your staring contest is abruptly ended by the sound of mingyu aggressively clearing his throat..

"so, y/nie, your dare is..." he looks around the room, trying to find a dare for you to do. his wandering eyes finally land on him.

"your dare is... kiss the person sitting on your right! and a proper kiss, not just a peck." he says while the circle starts cheering at his dare.

to others, the cheering might seem unnecessary but there's some context behind this. context being, the guy sitting on you right is yoon jeonghan. despite his whole jock persona, jeonghan is a strict one-woman man. and kissing people for dares is not a thing he does. not even if he's single.

so, knowing him, you don't even bother to ask him before reaching for your drink. the group starts boo-ing at you as you lift the cup.

all at once, someone is snatching the cup from your hands while simultaneously pulling you back into their lap. you look behind you, only to find yoon jeonghan staring at you with a smirk gracing his lips.

you scramble to get off his lap, but he effortlessly manhandles you into facing him and for a moment, it's just you and him. he moves a lock of hair behind your ear and asks you quietly,

"do you hate me that much?"

you feel like a fucking teenager all over again, sputtering and stuttering out an answer,

"n-no, it's just that... you don't do st-stuff like this."

"stuff like what?"

"kissing people for dares kinda stuff."

he looks confused at your statement. and his hands, still on your waist, aren't exactly helping you give him an answer. you muster up every last ounce of confidence in your body and tell him,

"jeonghan, the entire university knows about your 'one-woman man' agenda. you've never kissed a girl for a dare, ever."

he blanks for a second before laughing. not a giggle or a chuckle, but a full out laugh. everyone else in the room is extremely confused at his sudden burst of laughter, the two of you had been conversing in hushed voices and whispers, and now he was laughing?

you look at him incredulously, a little offended at his sudden burst of laughter. he looks at you through teary eyes and immediately stops laughing. amidst the chaos, he asks you a question,

"y/n, did you, maybe, ever consider the possibility of you being my one-woman?"

you visibly malfunction at his question. you get off his lap and go outside the dorm to the patio to clear your head. you don't see jeonghan get up and run after you.

the two of you stand in silence until you decide to break the ice,

"since when?"

he looks at you before sighing heavily, "since freshman year, i think?"

"of university? so 4 years!"

he shakes his head.

"of high school. so... 8 years, actually," he says with a small smile.

you stare at him, wide eyed and completely thrown off your axis. he's liked you longer than you've liked him? actually, you only knew of his existence in sophomore year, so he's liked you since before you knew he existed?!

lost in your thoughts you don't see him come closer to you.

"y/n."

you look up at his call of your name only to find him standing right in front of him. like close enough that your lips could touch if you stood upright. he looks down at you with a soft gaze and informs you,

"we still didn't finish the dare."

you look up at him and then look to the door, when your classmates were peeking as though you wouldn't have seen then from a mile away

in an attempt to be petty and still do the dare, despite your current predicament, you grab jeonghan by the collar of his shirt and pull him down to meet him halfway.

jeonghan, despite his initial shock at your sudden move, immediately kisses you back, his hands finding solace on your waist.

the entire dorm erupts in hoots and cheers, successfully resulting in the faculty dorm waking up.

jeonghan just laughs and tugs you back into the dorm, straight onto his bed. the two of you end up in each other's arms, laughing and happy. as the two of you drift off to dreamland, you only have one thing on your mind.

maybe you owe mingyu a blind date with one of your friends for his efforts.

[auras-moonstone]

could you write something about jack and shy!reader where they’re working on a romcom together and she’s very closed off with him bc she likes him and he’s always going to her trailer to hang out despite her being very quiet

okay so i may have reached a new level of cheesiness with this one shot but i kinda love it??? hope you do too🫶🏻💓

the tower at midnight — jack champion

word count: 2,394

pairing: jack champion x shy!fem!reader

summary: jack and y/n are working on a rom-com together. because of her shyness and crush on him, y/n is really closed off and jack is determined to change that.

WHEN Y/N AUDITIONED FOR THE ROLE OF ANNA IN THE NETFLIX ADAPTATION OF ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS, she would’ve never ever—not even in her wildest dreams—imagined that the boy who played ��tienne St. Clair (the love interest) would be Jack Champion, her celebrity crush.

Jack knew he had soft spot for her from the moment they met, at the cast presentation/meeting. Y/N had been standing awkwardly by the door because, just like him, she had arrived earlier than the rest.

“Hi, you must be Y/N” he gave her a wide smile, showing his perfect teeth and cute dimples. Y/N couldn’t believe he was even more perfect in person.

“Hi… yes” she shifted awkwardly. Her nostrils caught the scent of his strong and sweet cologne, and she instantly became addicted.

“I’m Jack! Nice to meet you! I’m really excited to be working with you” Jack’s voice was the complete opposite of hers—loud, excited, confident, steady.

“Thanks, me too” she sent him a soft smile, which was enough to send Jack’s heart beats on a marathon.

“It’s your first acting role, right?” he asked, interested in knowing more about the girl. Y/N nodded shyly. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll do amazing! I know it can seem very intimidating, but you’ll be okay”.

“Thank you” Y/N smiled gratefully. She was completely entranced by him, by his kindness and by his warmth.

“What are you listening to?” he asked, eyeing the earphone that hung from my neck.

“Um, the Mamma Mia soundtrack” she replied, cheeks red as she offered him one of the earphones. He beamed at her, and accepted it. They both sat together in comfortable silence, humming to the ABBA songs as they waited for the rest of the cast.

JACK THOUGHT THAT BY THE PASSING DAYS, Y/N WOULD WARM UP TO HIM AT LEAST A LITTLE. But he had been totally wrong, she even became more reserved than the day they met.

He only heard her voice when they were doing a scene, and it was weird to see the contrast between them when they were playing Anna and Étienne—two friends who were clearly into each other—and the real Y/N and Jack—two people who didn’t interact at all behind cameras. It was like living two lives, and Jack liked what he felt with Y/N when they were doing a scene together. Her eyes held a certain spark when she looked at him, and she blushed so prettily and her soft voice was just so enthralling… she was a great actress and Jack was beginning to think he was really not acting the attraction towards her at all.

Little did he know, Y/N wasn’t acting either. She liked him, a lot, and wished she wasn’t so shy because she really wanted to spend more time with Jack when the cameras weren’t near them. But Y/N knew she would make a fool of herself, and would be extremely obvious about her feelings, and weirding Jack out by her little crush was the last thing Y/N wanted. So, she stayed in her own little bubble while she enjoyed his company during the interactions between Anna and Étienne.

But Jack was not going to let it stay like that. And, one day, after they finished a scene, he followed Y/N to her trailer.

“Hey, do you mind if I stay with you?” Jack asked as she opened the door.

Y/N looked surprised “No… it’s okay” she said in a low tone. Jack smiled and held the door open for her. “Thanks” she muttered, her stomach squirming. He really was perfect.

There wasn’t a conversation at all. And one might think that would’ve been awkward as hell, but it wasn’t. Y/N felt comfortable, and Jack enjoyed her company even when they didn’t talk at all. So they did the same the next day, and the following one, and soon it became their little religion.

Y/N wondered why he kept going—not that she minded, of course. But he could spend his free time with other cast members who actually talked to him, and instead Jack sat in complete silence with her for minutes, not even attempting to make a conversation. She couldn’t help but ask.

“Why do you do this?” her question surprised him, and he paused the game he was playing on his phone.

“What?” Jack asked confused.

“You know, sit with me everyday, when I’m the most boring person to hang out” her voice was little.

Because I like you, he was tempted to say. But he didn’t want her to run away “You’re not boring. Sometimes conversations are overrated, you know? And it feels nice to hang out with you, you make me feel at peace”.

Y/N blushed. No one had ever said that to her ‘make me feel at peace’. Most people left her alone when they got the memo that she didn’t want to talk. Jack didn’t. “I… feel the same about you. I’m comfortable with you, and it’s… funny to watch you furrow your eyes when you are struggling at your game” she admitted, letting out a small laugh.

Jack’s smile appeared almost as a reflect. She had no idea how much he liked her “And I think it’s funny how you squirm whenever a kissing scene comes up in your book”.

Y/N’s body grew hot. “I just like when the characters finally kiss. I get invested a lot”

“Have you read Anna and the french kiss before the adaptation was announced?” Jack asked.

The girl smiled, she loved talking about rom-coms. “Of course. It’s one of my favorite romances. In fact, it enters my top five”.

“Oh, let’s see. Tell me your top” he asked, moving to sit next to her.

“At number five, Kisses and croissants—which like Anna, is set on Paris—, then The Happy Place—it’s really heart wrenching but it’s so good—, The do-over—I love it, it’s very original—, Anna and the french kiss—I absolutely love the whole Paris exploration and the romance and friendship between Anna and St. Clair is impeccable… and then, my absolute favorite is-“

“Wait! Drumrolls” he interrupted her, before making the sound.

Y/N laughed “Better than the movies, of course. Best romance I’ve ever read”.

“Oh, I know that one! I’ve been fan casted as the main character” Jack said.

As if I didn’t know, she said internally. He was the perfect Wes Bennet, and now that she actually knew him, she couldn’t deny it. “I know” she confessed.

“Really? What do you think?”

“The fans clearly make a good point” she said. How was he getting her to talk so much? She never felt like that towards someone. When she was around Jack, she wanted to make conversation.

Jack saw how passionate Y/N was about books, so he hold onto that topic. He loved hearing her voice, and her enthusiasm. “Tell me about this character. I’ve never read the book”.

And so Y/N talked about Wes, about how similar he was to Jack. And said boy was on cloud nine, not only was Y/N talking to him, but he was complimenting him. Well, she complimented Wes, but she mentioned lots of times how he and Jack were literally the same person—so the compliments were towards him too, right? And he loved it.

THEIR DYNAMIC COMPLETELY CHANGED EVER SINCE THAT DAY ON THE TRAILER. Jack noticed Y/N had grown more comfortable and confident around him, though she did have moments of shyness—especially when he threw praises at her. That’s another thing that changed: Jack wouldn’t pass the opportunity to shower her with compliments. The first one had slipped out of his mouth, she just looked so gorgeous on that skirt and top, that he couldn’t shut up. At first, he cursed at himself thinking it was going to make her uncomfortable, but then she blushed and gave him a little smile and Jack knew he had to tell her at least one nice thing every day. He realized that flattering her was his favorite activity, and he was very addicted to her reactions.

Maybe it was all in his imagination, but he had the feeling that Y/N liked him back. The blushing, the glances, her little stiffness whenever he got too close—it could be just her shyness, he knew it, but the hopeful part of him told him it was more than that.

“Y/N/N?” he interrupted her reading. That was a new activity they had—Jack asked Y/N if she could read him ‘Better than the movies’, and she couldn’t say no when he pouted. So she read to him during their breaks at the trailer.

“Yes?” she looked down at her lap, where Jack’s head was resting.

“Are you doing something tonight?” he asked.

Y/N frowned “No, why?”

“I just realize, we are in Paris and we didn’t get to explore much. Just the places we have filmed at, and it sucks because it is such a beautiful city”

“So…?”

“Right. Well, I was wondering if you wanted to explore with me tonight. We leave the set earlier today, so it’s a great opportunity. We can have dinner, and then visit some touristic places” he tried to speak confidently, but he was practically screaming on the inside.

“Yes, that sounds really nice, actually” she nodded, not thinking much of it. Jack cursed at her calmness, guess she didn’t understand he was actually asking her on a date.

“Great. It’s a date” Jack said, paying attention to her reaction. Her jaw fell open, and the grip on the book loosened letting it fall to her lap—or Jack’s face to be exact. “Ouch!”.

“Shit. Shit. I’m so sorry, Jack” Y/N apologised, body turning warm with embarrassment.

“You could’ve just said no, you know? Didn’t have to hit me with your book” he joked.

“No, no. I want to… I want it to be a date” she said softly. “Did I hurt you?” she touched his nose carefully.

“Not anymore. The pain is now long forgotten” Jack said looking her in the eyes. She turned her head away, they were too close and he was making her extremely nervous “I love it when you blush, did you know that? I… I like you”

“I got the hint ever since you randomly started to tell me compliments every day” she confessed.

“So you knew that I liked you?” Jack asked surprised. She nodded shyly “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Y/N shrugged “I’m not good at making the first move”

“Well, I am” he smiled smugly, leaning closer to her. He was going to kiss her. She had even closed her eyes, waiting for the feeling of his lips. “No”

Y/N opened her eyes in confusion “What?”

“You like romance, don’t you?” Jack asked, she affirmed with her head “We are in one of the most romantic cities in the world and you’re a fan of romantic comedies. Wouldn’t it be a shame if we have our first kiss in a trailer when there are so many beautiful places where we could have it?” he left Y/N completely speechless. “I’ll pick you up at 8, gorgeous”.

Y/N swooned. This guy was taken out of a romantic novel, there’s no other explanation.

WALKING AROUND THE CITY OF PARIS WITH JACK FELT LIKE A FAIRYTALE. They bought a disposable camera and took pictures of everything—when they went to The Louvre, to Le arc de Triomphe, the Luxembourg Gardens. And now, they were at their final stop before heading back to the hotel. Of course, they had to end their little exploration with Paris’ most iconic monument—the Eiffel Tower.

“Holy shit” Y/N said in complete awe. It was completely dark—as it was midnight already—so the tower shone brightly. The warm flashing lights of the monument reflected on Y/N’s starry eyes and Jack was completely taken by the view—her, of course. “This is completely mesmerising, Jack”.

“I know” eyes never leaving her eyes.

“Excuse moi” the voice of an old woman interrupted them. Y/N turned around and smiled warmly at her. She asked something in french that Jack couldn’t understand, but Y/N nodded and took the phone the woman held in her hands.

Y/N took a picture of the lady in front of the tower, and smiled at her as she handed the phone back. The unknown female looked at Jack, who was watching them with a grin, and said something to Y/N that made her blush and laugh.

“What did she say?” Jack asked curiously when Y/N came back to his side.

“She said that you were very handsome and that we make a great couple” Y/N admitted, smiling lightly but not quite looking at him from embarrassment.

“That was a wise woman, then” Jack smirked. “I didn’t know you spoke french”

“I studied it at school, so I can speak it quite well” she told him.

“Can you say something to me in french?” he was dying to hear her voice in that accent.

Y/N turned around to face him and, with an air of confidence, she said “Tu es le plus beau garçon que J'ai jamais vu. Je t'aime beaucoup et je suis amoureuse de ton sourire et de tes beaux yeux”.

With his jaw almost reaching the floor, his eyes roamed from her eyes down to her mouth, completely bewitched by the sound of her voice and the movement of her lips. He didn’t recognise one word that she had said, yet his heart felt like jumping out of his chest.

“Wha-what does that mean?” he whispered breathlessly.

“I said… You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. I like you very much and I’m in love with your smile and your beautiful eyes”

“And-and how do you say ‘Can I kiss you?’ in french?” he asked, fingertips caressing her full lips.

“Je peux t'embrasser?” she answered.

Jack smiled “Yes, of course you can”

Y/N laughed “Dork” she whispered before pressing her lips against his.

Y/N didn’t quite know how Jack manages to make her feel absolutely fearless. But she was in love with the feeling, she was so in love with him that she might stop breathing. She was in love with his cheeky smile, his sweet disposition, his understanding self, his silly jokes, his touch and his loving gaze, and now, one hundred percent, with his kisses.

“I’m in love with you too” Jack said against her lips.