#part 2????

[munsonsprettygirl]

Y/N is exhausted and Eddie just wants to help

pairing: eddie munson x little!reader

summary: y/n’s sleep is plagued by nightmares and eddie discovers a way to help her. nsfw mentions but no smut. caregiver!eddie softness

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Y/N can’t sleep. The nightly rest that she once adored is now plagued by nightmares and monsters that no amount of Benadryl can shake. They leave her feeling fuzzy and scared and helpless and more above anything Y/N hates to feel helpless. Preferring to stay up rather than battle another nightmare; she’s awake long into the night. Tip-toes downstairs while her parents are asleep to watch treasured vas tapes of Care Bears with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. There’s a certain fuzziness that comes after, coupled with the feeling of being underwater. It’s nice and warm there, where Care Bears and soft blankets matter more than the trivial aspects of high school. 

For a while, it works. She can keep up with her schoolwork and friends on the mere three hour naps she takes after school. Then sleep deprivation catches up and swallows her whole. She starts nodding off in classes she previously found interesting and misses out on important notes and due dates. Eddie nudges her when she does it. Blames it on boring content material because, shit, he’s practically falling asleep himself. But then she does it at lunch even with the surrounding clatter of noise echoing in the cafeteria. Slumps right there on his chest where anyone can see and he shakes her out of it before they do. 

“Hey, hey.” He pats her shoulder until she whines, rubs her eyes and then nuzzles back into him. “Sweetheart, you can’t sleep in here.” He holds her by her cheeks and waits for her to open her eyes. When she does they’re red-rimmed and hazy with sleep. The lavender circles underneath look painful and Eddie strokes them with his thumb. “Why are you so tired, hmm?”

“Can’t sleep.” She mumbles, hardly loud enough for him to hear. 

Eddie sighs and reaches down to his bag, messes around in the pockets before he pulls out a pair of sunglasses and slots them over her ears. “Here.” He drops a kiss on her forehead and guides her head back to his shoulder. “I’ll wake you up before lunch ends. But we’re going to talk about this later, okay?” There’s a hint of worry in his voice and she feels her chest ache because Eddie always worries so much. Worries if she’s eating and taking care of herself. How she’s doing in her classes and making sure she doesn’t push herself too far. Always calling her when she needs him and holding her close.

Y/N closes her burning eyes and lets the wash of sleep rinse over her while Eddie strokes her back, chest vibrating with the conversations he shares with his friends. 

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When school lets out on a Friday afternoon, the hallways crows with relieved teens pushing each other over to escape the suffocating building and forget about it for two days. Dustin’s slipping through the chaos beside Eddie, rattling off about the campaign he’s writing and what he wants to do with his character for Eddie’s campaign. Eddie hums and nods but his eyes are searching over the sea of heads for Y/N. He sees her once they get out to the sunny parking lot, leaning in the window of Steve’s car and talking to Robin. His sunglasses are perched on the top of her head, pushing her hair away from her face. Dustin opens the back door and slides inside, the sound of Steve griping about his dirty shoes floats through the open windows. Y/N looks over her shoulder to where Eddie stands and bids Robin goodbye, backs away from the car as they drive off, shouting at her from the windows. 

“What were you two talking about?” Eddie asks once he’s hanging onto her side, his arm wrapped around the waist of her soft baby-pink sweater.

“Oh, just English class. Robin’s going to let me borrow her notes.” And it’s a little bit concerning because Y/N’s never had to borrow notes. Usually, she’s the person you would borrow notes from. Eddie’s done it plenty of times. Marveled over her pretty handwriting and the way she dots her i’s. “Shakespeare, you know?”

“Yeah,” Eddie mumbles, opens up his passenger door and helps her in. He rounds to the other side after throwing their bags in his backseat trying to push down the worry that’s rising in his stomach. He pops into the drivers seat and looks over at his girlfriend, rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning. Thinks about how warm her body will feel pressed to his while they cuddle. The way her breaths feel like velvet against the skin of his neck. “Hey, why don’t we go back to my place?”

“Oh, I really shouldn’t-“

“Please, baby? It’s the weekend and I miss you.” He pouts, taking one of her hands and kissing around her knuckles and down her wrist. 

“I don’t have any clothes.”

“You left some at my house and, besides, you usually sleep in my shirts anyway. C’mon, you can pick a movie out for us and I’ll run out and get us snacks and dinner or whatever you want.” He gives his best puppy eyes just to make her giggle and when she does she lets her head roll back to his seat and for a second he can see the liveliness that once surrounded her.

“Fine, fine. But I have to call my parents and let them know.” Eddie smiles triumphantly and leans across the center console and drops a wet kiss on her cheek. 

“You won’t regret it, babe. Get ready to have the best night of your life.”

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Eddie makes box brownies while the opening credits of Labyrinth roll across the TV. Wayne waves hello to her and steals Eddie’s Twizzlers on his way out the door. Says he’s working a double and makes Eddie promise not to burn the house down. Y/N giggles from where she’s curled up on the couch wearing one of Eddie’s shirts and a pair of cotton shorts she’s left there and whines for Eddie to hurry up in the kitchen. 

“Ok! Ok! Jeez…” Eddie sets a timer on the brownies and runs over tot he couch and pulls her onto his lap. “Whiny little thing you are.” He teases and pinches her thigh, smile spreading when she wiggle sup his thigh away from his pinching fingers. 

“Just wanted you to watch Labyrinth with me.” She pouts while Eddie pokes at her sides and leaves kitten licks behind her ear. 

“Ughhh, haven’t we watched this movie enough? I think I know every word to it.” Though he did partially learn every word just so he could dramatically reenact Y/N’s favorite movie when he needed to. Or force her to sit in his lap and let him wave her arms around while his knees bounce beneath her and he horribly sang the lyrics of Magic Dance. The laughs that spilled from her sounded so light and pretty he wanted to hear them forever. Moreover, being the reason for her laugh s was an honor he took very seriously. They filled his tiny trailer and made everything seem warmer and coated his heart with an added layer of love and adoration for his girlfriend. 

“Eddie, stop!” She laughs, half-heartedly fighting against him. 

“Dance magic, dance! Dance magic, dance!” He ignored her, large hands holding onto her forearms and thrashing them around, watching her eyes squeeze up in laughter. Eddie let her go once the song was over and she clambered off his lap to sit beside him. 

“That’s the last time I’m sitting in your lap.” She mumbles but there isn’t any seriousness in her tone. So Eddie smirks and drapes his arm over her shoulders and pulls her in, pressing kisses to the side of her face. He fusses over her while she tried to watch the movie, trying to turn her eyes away and distract her by leaving nibbles on her neck nd shoulders. Y/N batted him away and tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he persisted, loving all over her until the timer for the brownies went off. 

“You know what would make the brownies taste even better?” Y/N asked from the couch while Eddie took out the pan and set it on the stovetop to cool. 

“What’s that?”

“A joint.” Eddie throws her a toothy smile and points the oven mit at her. 

“That’s a great idea, baby.” She pauses the movie only to follow Eddie into his bedroom where she sits on his lap, holding his handmade D&D figurines while Eddie stuffs bud into a grinder. He tells her about their next campaign and watches with fond eyes as she turns the figurines over in her hands, handling them delicately. 

“Is this your character?” She asks, pointing to another figurine. Adorned in black robes they hold a sword that stands out amongst the blackness. Purple vines up the sides of the sword and look like magic. The figurines hair is black and flowing behind them. 

“Yup, that is Fenven Silvernight. He’s a level seventeen half-elf vampire warlock that I’ve been playing since I was twelve.” Eddie says proudly as he opens up the joint paper and starts spreading out the ground-up weed. “You can play with him, if you want.”

Y/N picks him up slowly, feeling as though she was holding one of Eddie’s greatest treasures. “Dustin’s writing this campaign right now that he wants me to be in. It’ll be his first time DM’ing but I think he’ll be great at it. Besides, I’ll be able to get some XP and level up Sir Silvernight.”

“Level up?”

“Ah, it’s a long explanation but the more you play the better your character becomes. You get to do more things like work with a patron diety. But I’m trying to level up to an Eldritch Master. That way you can entreat your patron for more spell slots.”

“Do you make up your own patron diety?”

Eddie nods and his tongue pokes out while he rolls the paper over the filter, trying to keep the crumbs inside. “Haven’t yet for this campaign though. Maybe it could be you.”

Y/N laughs. “Me?”

“Yeah! We could do it together, you can name them whatever you want and decide their abilities and weaknesses-“

“Can Warlocks and patrons date each other?”

Eddie blushes and brings the joint up to his mouth and seals the paper shut with a lick. “Well, duh, that’s a given. Fenven Silvernight would be on his knees for you, sweet girl.” Eddie twists the top of the joint closed then pulls open a drawer, rummaging through fine-tipped paintbrushes and pens until he pulls out a lighter. “Alright, m’lady, light her up.” 

They smoke down the whole joint until they’re both giddy and feeding each other the corner pieces of the brownies. Labyrinth is still playing on the TV but it is forgotten about once Y/N is lying down against the couch, hips bucking up into Eddie’s while needy whines escape her. They spend the rest of the night fooling around, stroking each other and laughing airily until sleep comes. And Y/N, so caught up in her adoration, forgets she doesn’t sleep at night anymore. Snuggles into Eddie’s bare chest while he combs through her hair. He talks some more about Fenven and deity’s until his voice is faraway and sleep overcomes her. 

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Eddie’s eyes peel painfully open. There’s a cool breeze coming in through his open window, leaving goosebumps across his skin. He turns over to throw his arm over Y/N’s tummy but finds her curled up legs instead. Her face is turned away from him and when he cracks open his eyes he can see her moonlit shillouette through his eyelashes. 

“What are you doin’ awake?” Eddie slurs, rubbing his sleep-crusted eyes with the back of his hand. There’s a soft sniffle coming from beside him and he sits up on his elbows. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Shit, sorry Ed’s. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Her voice is small and sounds distraught. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Uh-uh. You’re awake and you’re never awake in the middle of the night.” He reaches out a hand and lays it on her shoulder, feeling how her body trembles beneath his hand. “Baby you’re shaking-“

“I’m fine, Ed’s.”

“No, no, no. You’re not fine. You’re shaking and you’re clammy. What. Is. Wrong? Did you have a bad dream?” Another sniffle and the nod of her head confirms his suspicions. “Oh, honey. It’s okay, c’mere.”

He pulls her down to his chest, heart aching when she curls her fingers into his shirt and takes in a shaky breath. “Shh, shhh. You’re alright, I’m here.” They stay that way until her breathing slows down and the grip on his shirt lessens. Eddie pets back the sweaty strands of hair around her head. “You wanna tell me about your dream?”

Y/N rolls back against Eddie and stares up at the ceiling. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if you’re scared.”

She sighs. “It’s always the same. I’m in the woods and it’s dark and there’s something coming after me. A monster I think.” She pauses. “I try and run but my legs aren’t working and I can’t get away or wake myself up.” Her voice trembles again and she covers her face with her hands. “It’s so silly.”

“No, no, no stop it. It’s not silly at all.” Eddie reassures her, rolling so he’s propped up over her. “H-how do you wake up? If you can’t on your own?”

“When the monster gets me.” Her voice is ice-cold sending chills down his spine. He touches his fingers to her cheeks and strokes over where her tears have dried. 

“You said they’re all the same.” Eddie begins and her eyes flick to his, waiting for him to continue. “How long have you been having these nightmares?”

She swallows nervously. “Almost two weeks.”

“What? Two weeks? You- you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you! I’m sorry.” Then her voice is trembling again like she’s going to cry and Eddie feels awful. 

“Baby, baby, baby. Don’t want you to apologize.” He presses a long kiss to her head and cradles the back of her neck. “I worry. Okay? I’m always going to worry.  You’re my life. My everything. My baby.” He kisses her again. “Is this why you’ve been so tired? Because the nightmares wake you up?”

She nods and sniffles. “Sometimes they wake me up but lately I’ve just been… not sleeping.”

“Wait, what do you mean not sleeping? Like not at all?”

She hums in answer and Eddie lets out a long breath and drops his head into her neck. 

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes again and Eddie cuts her off by shaking his head. 

“No more sorry’s. I’m serious.” He bites down on his bottom lip and looks over her face, strokes it gently like she could break at any moment. “I wanna help you… if you’re okay with that. I know a few things about curing bad dreams.” 

“I- I think I would like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” She answers and Eddie smiles and leans forward with another kiss. He flips the covers of of him and rolls out of bed with a grunted, “Alright baby,”

He comes around to her side of the bed and stands in front of her, draping a fuzzy blanket around her shoulders. “C’mon.”

“What?” She questions, cocking her head. “Where are we going?”

He lifts her with a quiet groan, one arm underneath her bum and the other around her back. “We’re going to make you sleepy.” He answers, stumbling through his dark bedroom until he reaches the door. “I know just the trick.”

That’s how they end up in the kitchen with Y/N sitting on the counter, slightly swinging her legs while holding the blanket around her shoulders. Eddie doesn’t realize it until that moment how small she looks. Her eyes are a little hazy, almost like they would be if she were high, but the redness in them is one from exhaustion, not smoke. They talk softly while Eddie moves around the kitchen, pouring milk into a mug and heating it up. Feeds her some of the leftover brownie and wipes the crumbs from her lips. Notices how wherever he touches her she leans into it a little more than she usually does and that’s how he knows somethings up. His girl is a brat, an independent and sometimes crude little thing when she wants to be. Quips back at everything he says with an amused giggle. Tonight she’s quiet and waits for direction, needs to be told what to do and how they’re going to do it.

When the microwave beeps he pulls himself from where he was standing between her thighs and she whines. “Hold on, baby.” Eddie soothes, slides his fingers around the microwave handle and gives it a tug. He takes out the steaming mug and looks into the frothing bubbles. He adds a couple drops of vanilla and honey, feels Y/N’s eyes on him while he does it. 

“What do you do when this happens at home?” Eddie asks, stirring the milk while the spoon softly clinks against the mug. 

She nuzzles further into the blanket and locks her ankles together. “You’re gonna laugh.”

“Why would I laugh?”

“Because it’s dumb.”

“Y/N-“ Eddie adds a couple more drops of vanilla and stirs again. “Nothing you do is dumb especially if it’s helping you when you’re having nightmares.” He sets down the spoon and reaches into a cabinet for the cinnamon. “So?”

“I take my blanket, go downstairs, and watch The Care Bears Movie.” She says it so quietly Eddie barely hears but he nearly doubles over clutching his chest in adoration. 

“God, that’s so fucking cute.” He kisses her warm cheeks. “Not dumb at all, baby. I love Care Bears.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, they’re like the most metal bears around.” Eddie answers and she snickers, watches him take a sip from the mug and hums. “Here, you try.” He hands her the mug, not thinking about how the hazy look in her eyes and the way she’s slower than usual would impede her ability to hold a mug. But it does and Eddie barely catches it before Y/N spills milk all over hers (his) pajamas. “Shit babe!” Eddie yelps, holding the mug away from her. “Okay, I’m going to give this to you now.” He chuckles to relieve the tension from her shoulders, noticing the embarrassment that tickles her cheeks. He holds the mug up to her lips and tilts just enough so that she can sip from it. Her eyes flutter shut and she takes a long, slow sip. 

“Mmm, tha’s good.”

“Isn’t it? Wayne used to do this for me when I was a kid.” Eddie recalls fondly. “Alright, now, I don’t have Care Bears but it is-“ He cranes his neck to where the green oven clock blinks back at them. “Three in the morning so I am sure that there’s some adequate cartoons on somewhere.”

Y/N smiles and cradles the side of Eddie’s head, skims her finger across his temple. “Thank you, Ed’s.”

He returns her smile and gives her a gentle peck. “No problem, baby. Arms around me,” He tells her and she does, hides her face in his throat while he maneuvers them to the couch with the mug in his hand. Settles into the corner of the couch and flips Y/N around, gets her to hold the mug with two hands while he flips through channels, deciding on The Smurfs. He takes the mug back and brings it up to her lips again, lets her sip on it a couple times before he takes it away. They do this until the mug is empty and Y/N’s body is slumped against Eddie’s, her eyes are heavy with sleep but she refuses, rubs them with her knuckles until Eddie bats them away. 

“You can sleep, sweetheart. I’ll keep the bad dreams away.”

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After that, Eddie tries to find more ways to make Y/N fall asleep. He pulls out his worn copy of The Fellowship of The Ring, situates her on his chest, and reads her the books under the soft light of a bedside lamp. When they’re three chapters in and she’s still wide awake, he runs her a bath. Adds bubbles from his body wash and sets out a warm fluffy towel. He sits on the floor beside the tub and makes a bubble beard on her face then yelps when she blows them back at him and they land in his hair. When that doesn’t work he drives them around town, hoping the rocking of the van would soothe her to sleep. Except, when they get back to the trailer she jumps down on the grass with the liveliness of someone who’s gotten a full nights rest. He brings her to bed and gives her three mind-blowing orgasms that tire him out but after cuddling for a mere five minutes she’s blowing on his face and poking at his sides.

Nothing is working and Eddie’s running out of ideas. Y/N’s convinced herself she’s a creature of the night but she says it half-heartedly because she would love nothing more than to curl up beside her boyfriend and sleep. Monday morning arrives and she gets ready for school in Eddie’s bathroom after a sleepless night. Runs cold water over her face until her eyes are no longer a painful red color. 

The week passes in a daze of short-lived naps and stacks of assignments that build-and-build. Y/N’s having to ask for extensions in classes she’s never had problems in and now her teachers are becoming concerned. Mrs. O’Donnell catches her nodding off and embarrasses her in front of the whole class. The entire ordeal makes her cry and, after, when Robin’s helping her wipe up her smeared mascara she snaps because the lights are too bright and everything to loud and she hates the way the wet paper napkin feels on her face. Then she’s crying more, apologizing, curling in on herself and feeling too small and out of control for anything. When she gets home and cleans herself up, she calls Eddie, trembling as she clutches the cord of the landline and waits for him to pick up. 

“Hello?” A deeper Munson voice crackles through the other end and Y/N sniffles and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. 

“Hi, Wayne. It’s Y/N. Is Eddie there?”

“Yeah, he’s in his room. I’ll get him. You okay?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She mutters, holding back another wave of tears while Wayne gets Eddie. He picks up the phone a moment later, breathing frantic as he fumbles the phone to his ear. 

“Baby? Baby what’s wrong? Wayne said you were crying-“

“Eddie…” Her voice shakes and everything comes crashing down around her. “I’m so tired and I fell asleep in English and I got yelled at and Robin just wanted to help me but then I snapped at her and I feel so bad because she’s always so sweet to me-“ 

“Shit. Honey, slow down and take a deep breath.”

Y/N throws her head into her hands and sucks in a breath but its cut off by another sob. “Need you. Just need you.”

“Ok, ok. I’m on my way. Gonna take care of you alright?” Eddie promises and Y/N whimpers out agreement, hears the sound of his keys jingling. “I’ll be there in a bit, baby.”

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When Eddie’s van pulls up outside her house she’s sitting on her front steps, hiccuping with her arms wrapped around herself. Eddie spills out of the front seat and runs towards her, gathers her body in his arms before she can stand. The smell and warmth of Eddie have her crying again, pitiful little sobs leaving her as Eddie rubs her back while her shoulders shake. 

“M’here, sweet thing. Right here.” He presses kisses into the side of her head that isn’t buried in his hoodie and sways her. Breathes in her conditioner and clothes. Notices how her fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie and she melts into his touch. He pulls away from her and cups her face, the rings cool against the hot trails of tears marking her cheeks. Y/N takes in his worried expression, even more apparent since his hair is pulled up in a ponytail letting her see the entirety of his face. He frowns and kisses her forehead. “Need you to take a couple breaths for me. We can do them together?”

She nods but chokes on the first slow inhale they take together, breath shaky on it’s way out. 

“Good girl. Let’s do it again.”

The second breath is easier than the first, and by the third the blood rushing to her head has slowed. On the come down from it she can feel herself slipping into that fuzzy place. Her eyes are droopy and her arms feel like they’re hanging off her body. Eddie’s eyes are glassy when they look at her. The brown softer than she remembers and it almost makes her cry again. 

“Shh, no more tears, sweetheart. Let’s get you home.” He throws his arm over her shoulder and helps walk to the van

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Eddie runs into the drug store while Y/N stays in the car, dozing off against the window on the passengers side. He hated to leave her alone but between her weekend visits, Eddie and Wayne live on the bare minimum of groceries. He grabs a half-gallon milk jug from the fridge and a box of Cocoa Puffs. He finds the chocolate in the gift aisle and picks out an expensive one he thinks she would like. Before he can head to the register a blue plush bear catches his eye. It isn’t until he sees the little red heart on it’s side before he realizes what he’s looking at. When he turns the bear over, it’s tag reads “Bedtime Bear” and he wants to burst out laughing. The top is soft against his hands and it’s large, patchy eyes stare right through him. He stands there smiling while he imagines what Y/N would think of a Care Bear stuffy. He’s seen the other stuffed toys hiding behind her bed pillows, the ones she holds when she’s sick or sad. It’s always appeared more as a personal comfort but Eddie wonders if she would share this one with him. Then his eyes are falling to the shelf next to the Care Bears and he makes out a blush pink baby bottle decorated with smiling crescent moons. 

It’s the tenderness of the thought of using it that makes everything click into place. The reason why she wants to watch children’s shows and snuggle with blankets. The sleepy, adoring film that comes across her eyes. Her willingness to let Eddie hold her however he chooses. Always slinking in behind him and watching everything he does. Those clumsy hands trying to hold onto a warm mug and failing. 

He puts the bottle in the cart, checks out of the store as quickly as possible, and puts the bags in the back of the van so Y/N won’t see what’s inside. When they get back to his trailer he sends her into his bedroom while he puts away the groceries and hides the bottle in the cabinet behind old Tupperwares while he seeks out a better hiding spot. 

“Eddie?” He jolts after hearing Y/N behind him. “Is Wayne here?”

“No, sweetheart. He was leaving for work when you called.”

“Oh.” She frowns and steps towards him, eyes shy and cast at the grimy tile beneath them. “I miss him.”

Eddie’s heart clenches up and he brings her close for a hug. Wraps both his arms around her back and rocks her. “I know, baby. Me too. But he’ll be back in the morning. First thing.”

“Before we wake up?”

Eddie chuckles and kisses her warm forehead. “Yeah, before we wake up.”

He puts a smile back on her face by reading her his new Hellfire notes. Does all the voices and the impressions just to make her laugh. Fixes her a bowl of ramen and feeds it to her when her she keeps dropping the fork against the bowl. They bring Eddie’s comforter onto the couch to watch He-Man, Y/N laying on top of Eddie’s chest while his hands stroke up and down her back. He can feel her body getting heavier against his as she relaxes, pushing him into the cushions of the couch. He gasps suddenly, remembering the bear. 

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing. Let me up for one sec.” She whines in response but rolls off of him and bunches the comforter around herself. Eddie disappears in his bedroom and pulls the bear out from his closet along with the bar of chocolate. He holds it behind his back as he nears her, a smile growing on his lips. “Okay, you have to close your eyes.”

“What are you doing?” She giggles and Eddie hushes her and repeats himself until her eyes pinch shut. He brings the bear around from his back and places it in her lap. 

“Okay, open.” Her eyes peel open and hands come around the side of the bear to pick it up. 

“Is this-“ Her eyes flick up to Eddies and the dimples in her cheeks deepen as she smiles. “You got me Bedtime Bear!” She hugs the plush toy close to her chest and buries her face in the top of him. “I love him! I love him! I love him!”

“I’m glad you love him, sweetheart.” Eddie smiles and sits beside her, watching her pet over the soft bear. “I also got youuuuuu-“ He shows her the chocolate. “Dark chocolate. I read somewhere that a couple pieces can help you fall asleep. Anddd it’s the yummy kind.”

Y/N’s cheeks heat up and Eddie watches the smile on her face turn into something softer, more vulnerable. Something she reserves for him. “Thank you, Ed’s. I-I don’t know what to say.”

Eddie cups her cheeks with his hands and lays kisses all over her face. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart. You’re my girl. Gonna take care of you until you tell me to fuck off.”

She breathes out a chuckle and the gaze that she holds with Eddie turns hazy. Eddie’s chest swells up and fights the urge to swaddle her up and bring her close. 

“Do you- do you think-“ She stumbles around her words, fiddles with Bedtime Bear and looks away. “Do you think you could make me the vanilla milk? If you want to.”

Eddie leaves a wet kiss on her lips before hugging her close, breaths in her sweet smell and rocks her. “I want to, baby. I’ll be right back, okay?”

He leaves her to her new toy and the chocolate while he bustles around in the kitchen making her milk the way she likes it. When he peers over at her from the kitchen she’s looking smaller than ever, mumbling to Bedtime Bear and playing with his arms. He thinks of the bottle hiding in the cabinet and in a moment of shamelessness fishes for it in the cabinet and approaches her with it.

She looks up from her bear, lips twitching at seeing Eddie, then her eyes fall to what he’s holding and her head cocks just a little bit. “Is that a baby bottle?”

“I saw this at the drug store, next to where I found Bedtime Bear. I don’t know why I got it but I-“ He struggles to find his words. “I noticed sometime it’s hard for you to hold the mug and I’m worried you’re going to maybe drop it on yourself one of these days and I don’t want you to get burnt. But ah,” He fishes for more words to say, to explain why he thought buying her something that’s meant for babies was a good idea. 

Her eyes stay fixed on the bottle, heart fluttering at the way his ringed fingers wrapped around the pink bottle. The fuzzy feeling seeped in and consumed her. She was slipping fast without any chance of stopping. 

“I was wondering if maybe I could… maybe… feed it to you in the bottle if—“ Eddie takes a deep breath but he dosen’t let it out. “If you’re okay with that.” He reaches the hand that’s not holding the bottle to mess with his ponytail back and she can see how nervous he is from the way his eyebrows are screwed up together. “I just thought it might be better because then we don’t have to worry about you spilling  and you can lay down when you drink it or snuggle with Bedtime Bear or-“ 

He’s cut off with the thud of her flying onto his chest, squeezing around him so tight he can’t breathe. He hesitates hugging her back but then she’s crying again, locking her arms around his shoulders while she shakes. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, honey. I’m sorry.” He starts apologizing but she interjects, shaking her head while she sniffles. 

“No, no. I-“ She lets out a breath. “Nobody’s ever… ever wanted to…” She’s blubbering and crying again, clutching onto him and her bear. “I love you.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Eddie wraps himself around her, nearly crying himself from the relief. “I love you too, so much.”

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Eddie pours the milk from the mug into the bottle and screws the top on tight. Flips it over to make sure its closed and checks the temperature of the liquid on his wrist. Y/N watches him approach her slowly, narrating everything he’s doing and asking her if everything was okay. It was all okay with her. Even though her heart was racing in her ears there was still a sense of safety that Eddie gave her. She maneuveres herself across Eddie’s lap and follows his hushed instructions. 

“Lay back on my arm, baby, there you go.” He holds her head on the inside of his elbow, his hand coming round to her shoulder. She can feel his rings over the shirt, a cool feeling that grounds her. Then they’re shuffling around again while Eddie pulls the comforter around them, fishes for Bedtime Bear and tucks the blanket around him too. “Okay, you comfy?”

“Yeah, m’comfy. Love you.”

“And I love you, sweetheart.” They share another kiss before Eddie holds up the bottle and tips it towards her. He doesn’t move it again, or talk. Just waits patiently for her to make the choice to open her mouth for it. And when she does she’s met with sweet praise and reassurances. 

The milk tastes even sweeter than before and makes her body feel all warm. She blinks at Eddie through lidded eyes and reaches a hand up to swipe his teary ones. She can feel the love pouring out of him all at once and it makes her cry too. Then they’re just sniffling on his couch, watching each other, while Eddie feeds Y/N a bottle. 

She’s realizing how much she’s needed this. The patience to just be small and soft and float away on that cloud that spreads throughout her until everything tingles pleasantly. She stops crying to smile at the feeling of it and Eddie mimics her. 

“What’s got you all smiley?” He turns his head into her palm and kisses it.

“You.” Her voice is muffled by the bottle but Eddie still hears her and the corners of his eyes crack in a grin. “I lub you.”

He leans forward until his nose is pressed into the crown of her head. He breathes her in slowly and closes his eyes. Turns his cheek onto her head and starts swaying the both of them. “You have no idea how much I’ve needed this. Needed to love you and do this for you.” He pulls his head back to look at her glassy eyes and apple cheeks. “Is it okay?” 

Eddie’s referring to the milk but also to the entire situation. He’s always scared he’s going to overstep with her. That his doting and babying will make her want to run away. His heart squeezes up while he waits for her response. And it comes, delivered around the bottle with a droplet of milk sticking to her bottom lip. 

“’S perfect, Ed’s.” Fuck. He wants to cry all over again. Squeeze her up tight and keep her on his lap where he can always watch her and take care of her every need. 

“Good, I’m glad.”

She falls asleep halfway through and Eddie spends a while just watching her. Makes sure her face doesn’t twitch up from any nightmares and keeps her bear from slipping from her arms. Doesn’t make any moves to wrongly rock or disturb her and after an hour of him rocking her, he’s wondering if she’s asleep enough to take to bed. He tries to stand up with her as smoothly as possible but his legs almost give out from underneath him and he almost drops her all together. But once he’s standing he makes his way to his bedroom, dragging the comforter behind them, and situating her on the bed with his pillows around her and her bear tucked to her chest. He closes the window and put the comforter back on the bed. Slides in behind her and pulls her into his front. 

“G’night, sweetheart.”

                                                                   .              .              .

She wakes up still feeling soft. Eddie’s arms are wrapped around her and her head is nuzzles into Bedtime Bears tummy. She feels good. She forgot what it was like to wake up and feel rested. Her mouth falls open in a yawn and she stretches out her legs and arms to stretch. Wiggles her fingers and her toes. Picks up Bedtime Bear and rolls over to Eddie. He’s still sleeping, hair fallen out from his ponytail and falling over his face. She moves it behind his ear and his nose crinkles. 

“Mmm, baby?” He croaks out, peering open one eye. “Wha’ time is it?”

“Dunno. No school today.”

He rubs his eye with the heal of his hand. “You wanna skip?”

She hums and leans into Eddie’s warm body, pulls her knees up to her hips so she can make herself smaller to fit into his side. “Just wanna stay with you.”

Eddie turns his head to her and delivers sleepy kisses onto her hairline. “Okay, we can skip. You feeling okay? Did you have bad dreams?”

She shakes her head. “No, I had good dreams. Just want to be small for a bit longer.”

Eddie pulls her closer and snuggles back into her. “You’re so sweet. My sweet girl. Love you so much.” He mumbles it into her skin while his eyes pull him back to sleep.

“Do you think we could-“ She traces her fingers over the lettering on his shirt. “Do that again? Like today?”

Eddie’s lips break into a smile and he leans forward to kiss her. “Of course we can, sweetheart. Whenever you want.”

[s3xiel4ss]

Rebel Hearts

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader 

Requested: no

Summary: Y/n, a new kid, captures the eye of Dallas Winston, leading to a connection fueled by their independent and rebel spirits.

Warnings: unrequited love

   Y/n, a newcomer with an aura of mystery and a rebel spirit, arrives in Tulsa. It feels like a breath of fresh air finally. Among the, seven, enamored observers is Dallas 'Dally' Winston, whose curiosity is piqued by Y/n's independent demeanor and a certain spark in her eyes.    She stands there, stretching from the long car ride. She isn't from Oklahoma, and it shows. Her eyes were widened at the part of the city she was in, then she rolled her eyes.    "I'm sure we'll have fun with her here" He thinks to himself, rolling his own eyes. Just another high class brat thinking they own the place. That was until they made eye contact. He saw her and he felt weak for just a second, as if his mask fell. She smiled at him.    Butterflies in her stomach at the small interaction, "man is he a looker", you thought to yourself. Little did you know he would run in your mind through out the time you lived here.    Would you go up and introduce yourself? "Come on! Grow a pair!" You thought to yourself. You mentally hit yourself in your face, why are you so nervous to talk to him? He's just some guy. Just some cute, tuff guy, who you could probably run your fingers through his hair while you-    You had to cut off your thoughts when your sister got out of the car and muttered a "oh he's cute". you turned your head around so fast you probably got whiplash. Who was she talking about? There were 7 of them surely not the one you want. Surely.    "Which one? I mean all of them are alright, but which on do you think is cute?" you ask her, kind of panicked.

   She gives you a judgemental stare, then points at the 'movie-star-lookin-one'.    You let out a quiet sigh of relief, thanking whoever that it wasn't 'yours'. You couldn't understand why you felt like this about some guy. You haven't even talked to them and in all honesty he's kinda dirty lookin. but for some reasin you got butterflies at him.

   You finally muster up enough courage to go up to the black-haired boy. You would at least pretend to want to be friends. As you made your way over you noticed he started talking to the other boys that were with him, his hands were on his black leather jacket. He looked tuff. This made you realise how weird you were acting over some guy you've never even talked to once, and who was probably a complete douche.    As you get closer to the group of boys, you hear a New York accent on the dirty teen. His accent only making him more attractive in your eyes.    You finally are in front of him. You give him that smile again, he swears he would jump anyone just to see that smile. You were a lot prettier than the girls in Tulsa he usually sees. He stops talking and he looks at you giving you a mean mug, looking you up and down. In all honesty he was checking you out.    "Hey, uh I'm Y/n. I'm new in town and I was hoping I could find some friends here?" You look at all the boys, eyes then focusing back on the black-haired boy.    He just smirks at you. He looks at the rest of the boys than back at you, "Dallas Winston, just call me Dally."    He winks at you and you swear you could die right now. All you do is smile at him. You look at everyone else as they introduce themself.

   After hanging out with them for a couple months, not only did you get closer to Dally. You got closer to everyone else. And already being a bit of a rebel back from your hometown you fit in quite well with them.    Dallas knew he grew more feelings for you the more he got to know you, but would you ever get to know that? Hell no. But you had no plans of confessing anything anytime soon.    Everyone could see how much you two liked each other except the two of you. He was nice to you almost as much as he was to Johnny. You two were completely oblivious to each others feelings.    You two would be able to talk, would be able to tell eachother your interests. Bond over shared interests, trying to understand the others that you don't share. That was mostly you though. You two would go to the drive-in together and share a popcorn. If you were cold he would grumble and mutter something under his breath, he would give you his leather jacket begrudgingly.

[rukia-writes]

Hercules x (fem) reader

Plot: pussy on purr-rrr.

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, sexual themes, fangirl.

A/N: I finally cooked! 🔥 sometimes the cat just purr-rrr. Plus it’s cat day. 🐱

Everyone knew it but those two.

Brunhilde watched her sister essientally fan girl over the envoy of justice that was currently talking with Ares, it was no secret to Brunhilde that her sister liked Hercules.

A innocent fan girl.

The two valkyrie had caught the gods talking to one another in front of the council meeting at the door, while (Name) liked Hercules she was always bashful when it came to talking him despite being a fan. Yes, Brunhilde even knew of the Hercules doll she had tucked away on her bed.

“Brunhilde! Hey!”

Waving at Brunhilde, Hercules greeted Brunhilde making (Name) that was beside her become bashful. Especially when Hercules walked over to them and greeted (Name) with a bright smile making her place a hand on her chest to calm her beating heart and her eyes were averted from looking at the righteous god.

“Hello, Hercules. How did things go in the meeting?”

“Pretty well for the most part-“

The two talked as (Name) finally overcame her shyness and got a good look Hercules. From his muscles to his beautiful blue eyes (Name) took it all in as she felt her face become hot as well another part of her body. Hercules was none the wiser but (Name) had a look of his tattoos and found them fascinating.

Even imagining herself tracing her finger along them.

“But if it’s okay with (Name) too, I don’t mind us going for a drink or to have a little chat.”

Due to her fantasizing and fangirling (Name) was caught off guard when Hercules mentioned her name.

“I’m sorry what?”

“Did you want to come and have a social gathering with us sister?”

“We’ll have fun, (Name).”

Hercules added in to Brunhilde’s statement as (Name) became flustered and her mind was everywhich way.

“Sorry, I can’t I join! I, um have to take care of a cat! Yeah! And it’s purring! I can hear her purring! I better go tend to her!”

(Name) quickly left the two standing there in awe, Brunhilde apologized for her sister’s behavior. Although, Hercules was more concerned for (Name)’s hearing as he didn’t hear a cat and even asked Brunhilde if she heard a cat.

Brunhilde vouched for her sister saying, “(Name) has great hearing.”

A few days later, Hercules bumped into (Name) and greeted her as usual with his bright smile. The two talked for a bit until Hercules asked the valkyrie if she wanted to join him for lunch. Once again, (Name) became flustered and made the excuse of her hearing a cat and that she needed to take care of it. Why, she did hear a cat but in truth it was her lust that was doing the purring, there was no actual cat. Leaving Hercules confused and thinking to himself that maybe (Name) just didn’t like him.

It was like that for years.

Everytime, (Name) felt bad for denying Hercules and everytime she told herself she would accept his offer next time, after all there could come a day where Hercules wouldn’t ask her. While in her room, she practiced on the Hercules doll saying “Of course, I’ll go out with you!” At least she tried to the best of her abilities as she would sometimes stutter over her words, imagining the Greek heroes smile instead of the dolls.

A knock came to her door making the valkyrie quickly hide the doll behind her pillow and asking the person what they wanted, when she heard Hercules voice and him saying he had milk for the cat. Opening the door, Hercules had his usual bright smile on his lips and huge jar of milk.

“I brought the cat some milk.”

Eyes widen in surprise and her brain searching for an answer (Name) stumbled over her words and eventually told Hercules that the cat wasn’t here and was out and about, even though there was no cat. Which of course, Hercules didn’t seem to mind as he handed (Name) the clear jar of milk.

“Well, I came all this way to see her. The cat is a her, right? I thought I heard you mention it was a her.”

“Um, yes. She’s a very nice kitten. Did you want to get lunch together? Maybe she’ll show up when we come back.”

“That sounds great! Let’s go!”

Hercules waited for (Name) to gather her things and eventually the two had went for a walk and out to dinner and didn’t reply back until later that night. Opening the door, Hercules made a “Tsk, Tsk.” Sound as he thought the cat was currently in (Name)’s room. The “Come here girl.” Made the valkyrie dizzy and heart a flame as well as another part of her body. Thinking to herself she would gladly be Hercules’ cat any day.

“Oh! She’s not here, I think you better get going. Sorry you missed her.”

“Ashame, I wanted to see her. Ya know, my astrology sign is a Leo.”

“You actually believe that stuff?”

Holding down her laughter (Name) tried not to laugh at her crush talking about astrology signs, apparently it was on the rage and Hercules wanted to know more about it. Finding out his star sign was that of Leo. Since it was on the rage in Valhalla the two talked about astrology for awhile until Hercules noticed it was getting rather late and didn’t want to be out so late.

“Well, good night. Get plenty of rest.”

Hercules waved good bye to the bashful valkyrie and (Name) told the tall and muscular hero goodnight, As she closed the door behind her and smiling from able to finally being able to have a proper outing with Hercules.

“Oh! OH!”

(Name) was certain she heard Hercules voice and opening the door a gasp left her as she saw Hercules standing in her doorway with one arm against the door with his left hand rested on his hip with a smug smile on his face.

“So, about that cat. I think I hear it too.”

❣️Rukia-Writes❣️

[dragonbe-writing]

Cold as Hell (Ghost x Reader)

141 is on a mission in Russia. Y/n and Ghost share a bed, for body heat purposes.... until she feels his huge fucking cock.

Warnings: mostly smut. some degrading and overstimulation but that might be it. p in v sex, unprotected, oral (m/f receiving), fingering (f receiving). INCORRECT MILITARY TERMS MDNI

Word Count: 2.6k First true smut work. Unedited, I don't know anything about the game but I am down ferociously bad for this man.

Of course, their mission had to be in Russia. And of course, she was the only girl. Their assignment was in the morning, so they had been given a safe house. Because it was a safe house, it didn’t have heat, so they were going to freeze all night. 

The General assigned sleeping partners, signing off the call with “body heat only helps if there aren’t layers between.” Basically, sleep naked. Everyone was given a partner but her and Ghost, and it was well known Ghost slept alone. 

“Well, guess that’s that,” Soap said. “Night everyone.” Slowly, people disappeared to their rooms. 

“Soap, wait,” she grabbed his arm as he turned. “Can I please share with you and Price?” She didn’t do well in the cold. 

“I don’t know about that, y/l/n,” he started. “We’re both pretty big and…. well, you ‘erd the general.” 

“I’ll keep my underwear on, please Soap-“

“I’m sorry, Gaze.” He turned, disappearing down the hallway and into his room. She huffed, dreading her own room. She turned back to Ghost. 

“Get some rest,” he said, going upstairs instead of down the hallway. Of course, highest rank gets the biggest bedroom. 

She slumped to her room, closing the door taking off her armor. ‘Sleep naked’ wasn’t really effective if it was just one person, so she kept most of her layers on. 

She pulled the blanket over her head, breathing hot air out of her mouth hoping to warm the covers. She curled up, cursing the snow and the rain and anything she could think of. 

Two hours later, and she was still freezing fucking cold. She was desperate, willing to do borderline anything for some damn warmth. She slipped her boots back on and started heading down the hallway. 

She knocked on every door, begging them to share with her, and every one of them said no. She couldn’t blame them, she understood why, but it left her freezing. 

She sighed, realizing there was one door left. But Ghost slept alone, everyone knew that. Fuck it, what did she have to loose? 

She started upstairs, the wooden boards creaking underneath her. She made her way to the closed door and knocked gently. 

“Lt?” 

“Come in.” 

She opened the door, seeing him already in bed. He had on a shirt and pants, and of course the balaclava. She closed the door behind her. 

“Everything okay?” He asked, his voice more deep than normal, if that was even possible. He had clearly been asleep, or at least about to be. 

“I was just gonna ask if-“ her words caught in her throat, her mouth dry. 

“If-“ again, she froze. She knew she had a little crush, but the thought of actually asking him filled her with embarrassment. 

“Spit it out, Gaze.” 

“Right, sorry sir. Can I sleep with you? Share a bed, I mean,” she fumbled, her cheeks warming up. “Everyone else said no and I’m freezing to death. Can’t go to sleep.” 

He stared at her, weighing his options in his head. “You understand what that means, don’t you?” He asked, brow raising clearly through the mask. 

“I’ll keep my underwear and bra on, sir,” she offered, feeling him burn holes into her as he stared. He didn’t respond. “Please, Ghost.” 

He let out a breath and nodded. “Yeah. Come on,” he said, sitting up and taking off his shirt. He slipped his pants off underneath the covers, dropping them to the floor. He didn’t touch the balaclava. 

She sighed in relief, starting to pull off layers until they were equally exposed. She tiptoed around to the other side, the floor cold against her feet as she hurriedly climbed in. The bed was warm, making her sigh as soon as she laid down. She let her shoulder touch his, not wanting to push anything. 

Though it was definitely warmer than her own bed, she still shivered slightly. After ten minutes of her movement, it was clear Ghost was annoyed. 

“You ever gonna stop twitching, Gaze?” 

“Sorry, sir. Don’t do well with the cold. Barely even snows where I’m from.” 

“I can’t sleep with you shivering.” 

“Sorry, sir.” 

They fell into a silence, her squeezing her legs to try and stop the shivers. A gust of wind shook the house, making her shivers exponentially worse. 

“Christ, come here,” he muttered, tugging her arm towards him. She wrapped an arm around him, laying her head against his chest as he held her. She felt his muscles peaking through the skin, her nail tracing them delicately as she warmed up. She pressed every inch of her against him that she could. 

“Thank you, Lt,” she mumbled against his skin. “Promise I won’t tell anyone.” 

He grunted in response, hand unmoving against her back. He was distracted, immensely, by her scraping against his skin. It was light enough that it didn’t hurt, but it sent goosebumps up and down his body. Every silly shape she traced made his heart rattle against his rib cage. Her touch was borderline electric, sending sparks down his back and exciting him. He was praying to any gods out there that her hand wouldn’t slip low enough to notice the erection in his boxers.  

“Everything okay, Ghost? Your hearts racing.”

“‘m fine,” he replied, gripping the bed sheets a little too hard. Another wave of goosebumps erupted over him. “Can you stop that?” He snapped, harsher than her meant to. 

“Sorry, sir,” she replied, pulling her hand back to her side. As she brought it closer to her, she grazed the elastic of his boxers, pushing him even further. 

“Christ, are you doing that on purpose?” he groaned, catching her hand by the wrist. 

“Doing what?” 

“Driving me mad. Teasing me like it’s a fun little game.” He stared down at her, eyes sharp and tempting. He moved her hand further down, tracing his hard on. 

She felt her stomach do a cartwheel, the size of him present through his boxers. The cold definitely didn’t affect him that badly. She wrapped a finger around him, pinching his underwear and making him groan. He held his stare, eyes dancing with mischief and begging her for more. 

“I have another idea to keep us warm, Lieutenant.” He let go of her wrist, letting her hand travel below his waistband, scraping lightly all around his throbbing cock, but never quite touching it. 

“And what might that be, sweetheart?” He asked, eyes daring to shut at her touch. 

She wrapped her hand around him, slowly stroking him. He was already dripping precum. A groan erupted from the back of his throat, his head falling back against the pillows. The balaclava perfectly outlined his Adams apple as it sat tight against his throat. 

She used her free hand to wiggle his underwear down to his knees, readjusting where she was over his legs. He lowered the blanket to see her, careful to still keep her covered. She slowly brought the tip of his cook to her lips, circling her tongue around the head. 

His eyes rolled back in his head, a string of curses flowing from him. She took him in slowly, using her tongue to trace the thick vein along the bottom of his shaft. 

“Fuck, babygirl, just like that,” he whined, slowly thrusting his hips up into her mouth. She hummed around him as she bobbed, using her hand as compensation for the length she couldn’t take. His hand made his way to her hair, tangling his fingers as he pushed and pulled as he pleased. 

His dominance was pure aphrodisiac. She felt her walls clench around nothing, begging for him. She let her free hand wander to rub her clothes clit, desperate for any stimuli. 

“Taking my cock so well, Princess,” he praised, his eyes filled with desire. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him fully and making him groan. She whimpered around him. 

He pulled her off, watching a string of saliva form from her lips and connect to the tip of his throbbing, swollen cock. Tears were beaded on her eyelashes, cheeks red and lips plump. He slid his thumb over her lips, eyes lighting up when she sucked it instinctively. 

“Good girl,” he called, earning a moan from her that sent goosebumps over his body. He let his thumb fall from her mouth.  “You like that, sweetheart? Like being called my good girl?”

“Yes sir,” she responded, voice airy and cracked. 

Ghost gently grabbed her chin, making her look in his eyes. “I think it’s your turn, darling.” 

She moved next to him on the bed, watching him adjust until he was towering over her, holding himself up by the knee and elbow. His face was so close that she could feel his breath, even through the mask. His eyes pierced into hers, taking in every detail. They flickered down to her lips, making her damn near drool. 

“Ghost, please….. take it off,” she mumbled, fingering the edge of his mask. He grew visibly tense, and she decided not to push her luck. She let her fingers tail down his collarbone. She looked at where his lips would be, if not for the mask. 

His hand traveled down between her legs, tracing over her clothed cunt. 

“Already soaking wet, and I haven’t even touched you,” he muttered, his voice low. He moved the underwear to the side, rocking back on his knees to get a good look. Her pussy was dripping for him. 

She whimpered, grinding down onto the bed sheets for friction. He chuckled to himself, watching her squirm at his absence. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He asked, fingers dancing up her thighs. They ran through her slick, spreading it up to her clit and teasing it. She moaned, feeling his fingers tease the entrance of her needy hole. 

“Use your words, darling,” he hummed. 

“You, anyway you’ll have me,” she moaned, desperate to be full. “Please, Simon.” 

His demeanor faltered, his cock twitching at his name. Besides Soap, no one ever used his name, especially not in this context. But he'd be damned if he didn’t hear it again. 

“Atta girl,” he groaned, lowering himself between her legs. He pressed a long, thick finger into her aching cunt, earning a whine of approval from her. He curled it as his thumb circled her clit, watching her reactions closely. 

He slid the balaclava until it rested on his nose, his face covered by her own body. She watched him place delicate kisses on her thighs, nibbling slightly as he pushed another finger in. Her vision blurred temporarily, her fist balled up in the sheets. 

Finally, he took a long lick across her sex. She was sweet, just as he thought she would be. 

“Holy shit, lieutenant,” his tongue attacked every crevice of her pussy, lapping up everything she had. The call of his rank made him groan, vibrating against her skin. 

“Y’fucking delicious, Gaze,” he whined against her, pumping his fingers with more force. 

Every time he hit that spot, euphoria shot through her veins. Every move he made was a fire erupting over her entire body. She could feel her nearing her release. 

“Ghost, please I’m right there- mph.” 

He hammered into her, tongue flicking her clit. She writhed underneath him, her moans airy. She brought her own hand to her breast, toying her nipple as he peered up at her. 

“Simon please-“ she whimpered, his fingers going at an unbelievable pace, her eyes fluttering closed. 

“Eyes on me, love,” he instructed, his voice sending shockwaves over her body. She met his gaze, goosebumps erupting on her skin. Tears of pleasure threatened to fall as the feeling became overwhelming. 

Every noise that escaped those pretty lips was music to his ears. He could stay here forever, listening to her beg him to cum, tasting her sweetness, watching her lose control with every move he made. 

“Fuck, don’t stop, please-“

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he groaned, keeping his pace as she came unwound around him. His fingers were drenched by her cunt, her moans echoing off the walls as her words turned to whimpers. He lapped up every ounce of her he could, holding her hips steady as her heels dug into the mattress. He fucked her through her high, beads of sweat trailing down her thighs. 

She stuttered out whines, heart pounding in her chest. He moved the mask back down, his hands traveling up her body as he moved up to her neck. 

“Tell me what you want, love,” he groaned, his breath hot against her ear. She let her hands explore his stomach, lips pressing against his neck. 

“Fuck me, Simon. Fuck me to hell and back, fuck me until I can’t even moan anymore. Make me yours.” 

A primal growl came from his throat, his knees spreading her legs apart. 

“How can I resist you when you talk like that, baby?” 

He lined himself up with her, tip teasing her aching hole. In a sudden motion, he filled her up, walls squeezing him tightly. 

“Simon, y’fucking huge,” she whined, hands over his shoulders as he slowly moved in and out. 

“Save your words, sweetheart, you’ll need them to scream my name later,” he teased, pulling himself out and slamming back into her. She moaned, rubbing her cheek against the edge of his mask. 

He held back, his muscles twitching in anticipation. Every action was desperate, begging to let go and fuck her senseless. It didn’t help that she was blubbering in his ear, pussy squeezing him dry. 

“Feel so fucking good, baby, so fucking tight,” he mumbled into her shoulder. She whimpered, nails scraping the skin on his back. 

“Harder,” she mumbled, wrapping her legs around his waist and taking him deeper. 

“Whatever you want, princess,” he hummed in response. He held her waist, keeping her in place as he pounded into her, hitting her deeper than she’s ever felt before. “Fuck me….” 

“God, just like that Simon,” she whined, fingers digging into his back as his balls slapped her clit. 

“That’s right love, say my name,” he growled, his head fitting in the space of her neck. He bit her through the mask, leaving crooked marks along her jawline. 

“Simon- fuck, I’m gonna cum-!”

“Don’t you dare,” he ordered, pounding into even harder. 

Tears brimmed her eyes, her moans becoming cries of pleasure. “I can’t, gonna-!”

“Not done with you yet,” he groaned, feeling her walls tighten around him. 

“Simon, I’m-!”

Her words turned to pornographic whimpers as she came all over his cock, eyes rolling back and her body trembling. Tears fell freely down her face as she gasped for air, quickly becoming overstimulated. 

Simon’s grip on her waist tightened as her walls threatened to squeeze him dry. His ear didn’t miss a single whimper she made, her breath hot against his neck. His thrusts stuttered, losing their rhythm as he felt his own release grow nearer and nearer. 

“Fuck baby, gonna make me cum,” he growled, pulling his balaclava up to sit on his nose. He tenderly kissed her neck, taking in her scent as he listened to her blabber in his ear. 

“Want you to cum, sir, please,” she whined, another orgasm building at his desperate pace. 

He fucked her deep into the mattress, letting himself go. He grunted, bed creaking underneath him as he finally reached his high. He quickly pulled out, painting her stomach with his seed and almost collapsing on top of her. 

She muttered sweet nothings to him, rubbing out her last orgasm. His lips were fire against her neck, filled with so much need. He was whining in her ear, breathing labored at the feeling of it all. 

“Not cold anymore, are we?” He rasped, nibbling at her jaw. 

“Won’t even need a jacket tomorrow, sir.”

[laurennnnn21]

the silence of the waiting room was killing Buck, well other than the buzzing coming from his phone.

Taylor Kelly

was the name on his phone. Buck immediately pressed decline and shut off his phone.

he needed someone talking, not Taylor though. anyone but Taylor. she just wanted the story out of him. she always did ever since they broke up that was the only time she'd contact him. normally it was fine, but not now. not when Eddie was hurt.

a three story, burnt house collapsed on top of him. Eddie heard movement and wanted to check one more time, even though Buck had insisted they got everyone out he knew deep down Eddie needed that reassurance, and listened to him when Eddie had told him to leave.

he shouldn't have. he shouldn't have left. he should've forced Eddie out of that house. it was his fault. thats all Buck could think.

as soon as Buck's feet hit the road in front of the house, it had started to collapse. there was no time to rush into the house and save him. but yet thats what they started to do.

the house was already collapsed but Bobby, Chim, Hen and Buck worked efficiently together to get to their friend.

pushing and pulling at different parts of the house to get to the man. when they did it was horrible. he was unconscious, bloody and just... broken.

there were cuts and bruises all over him already and they knew even through his turnout coat. a piece of glass from a chandelier (most likely) was stuck in his shoulder where he had been shot, and in his stomach. his leg was broken and ripped through his pants.

they slipped a back board under him, carefully.

"he has a pulse but its incredibly weak." Chim said, his voice breaking a little, as he looked up at Bobby.

"Alright, Buck help me carry him to the gurney. ready on three." Bobby said, staying as calm as he could, as the two men started to lift him and bring him to the ambulance.

as they placed him on the gurney, Chimney checked again, "No pulse, starting compression's Hen!" Chimney had said, lifting himself onto the gurney to start the compression's, Hen climbed into the ambulance and everyone was lifting the gurney to get Chim and Eddie in.

"Buck, Buck! C'mon your driving." Bobby said, having to physically pull Buck by his jacket.

Buck drove as fast as he could, trying to make it to the nearest hospital which was 13 minutes away, quicker than ever.

that was his "best friend" back there. he wasn't going to stay dead because Buck didn't drive them to the hospital in time. he had already been dead for around a minute because of having to carry him to the ambulance, no way was he going to have Eddie dead for 14 minutes or even forever. not on his watch.

as soon as the ambulance was in front of the ER, he had rushed out, seeing Chimney still doing compression's. now it was in the ER's hands, they passed the glass doors with them, silently praying when they heard a male doctor say, "I've got a pulse!"

Chim let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, leaning into Hen.

the four of them wrapped their arms around one another, Bobby holding himself together as best as he could for his team, while Chim, Hen and Buck all had let some tears slip, no matter how hard they tried to hold them back.

now they were waiting in the waiting room in the ER, Maddie was their because she heard from Chimney and wanted to check on everyone, she had brought Jee and food plus good coffee, and Carla unfortunately had to tell Christopher.

Athena was on her way to the ER, as she was getting off her shift, and Bobby was impatiently pacing around the waiting area.

they hadn't heard anything in HOURS.

which only made everyone more worried.

Athena rushed into the ER, placing a soft kiss on her husband's lips before asking, "How's Eddie, have you guys heard anything yet?"

Bobby shrugged his shoulders. "seriously! nothing? he's been in surgery for what like, like five hours at this point!" Athena said annoyed.

another hour passes by before a doctor is finally at the waiting room ready to tell everyone how hes doing.

Buck had basically shot up from his seat as he saw the woman enter.

the woman introduced herself as nurse Johnson and confirmed she was there for Eddie Diaz's friends. "Eddie was put into a medically induced coma for his safety, we are hoping to bring him out of it in the next couple of days, but surgery went very well. it was a hard surgery as he had a dislocated shoulder and broke his wrist, his left lung had partially collapsed and his leg was very much broken and he bruised his hips. thankfully though he had you guys to save him." she spoke.

"can we see him?" Buck asked, worried.

"of course. follow me." nurse Johnson spoke, leading them to his ICU room.

Eddie looked horrible, his arm in a sling the other in a cast to his elbow, his leg in a cast and was incubated to keep him breathing.

Part 2?!?!?!

[inlovedavid-tennant]

Daily thoughts 5

The second one to day

“Fuck.me!” Billy was prone to be impatient but not like this oh no no no. Not when Eddie has been teasing him for hours edging him till he’s screaming his name or when he’s been riding Billy with his boxers still on or when eddies rubbing friction all over him but it’s not enough

“My my sweetheart where are your manners?” Eddie smirks, he has Billy on his back legs split far apart both naked except for Eddie with his boxers still on, marks all over Billy body “Please fuck me” Billy’s hella angry “naw poor baby boy, you need to use your manners the first time” Eddie chuckled that set Billy off even if Billy looked like the sluty whore ever he needed to be fuck senseless by Eddie and he needed it now “PleasePleasePlease fuck Eddie I promise to be a good boy just-agh let me cum please” eddie considered “alright baby I’ll fuck you yeah? That’s what you want, isn’t it? Yeah be fucked my your sisters dungeon master yeah!? Mhmmm sweet boy your not gonna be able to walk and those marks ain’t goin’ anywhere”

To be continued…?

[the-last-f2p]

Lost & found Beast :Akutagawa x reader

A/N: I just got and finished BSD beast 1 so here is a fic/short series.

TW: Mentions of blood, Assassin brotherhood, Mentions of killing, Gaslighting, swearing, Suicidal thoughts for a line,

Life in the slums was not pleasent to say the least. But atleast you had him.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa The Silent Rabid Dog

Yes he was as emotoinless as a dead body but he was a good friend who saved you too many times to if you could count you felt like you atleast should give him something in return that thing being your friendship. Even if he made it look like he couldn't care less about you.

"Akutagawa-kun do you a sweet potatoe we got a big enough paycheck for everyone!" You smile to him.

"....Sure." He says as blankly as ever he takes the potatoe.

"Here take another and give it to Gin-chan as well!" You give him another potatoe.

"I'm gonna go now see you later Akutagawa-Kun!" You then run off somewhere. That place being your source of money. A brotherhood of assasins. Yes maybe everytime you went into the less than grand building it stank of something blood and everyone looked down on you both literally and figurativley you were still pretty young okay?! But that didn't mean that you couldn't pack a punch. Mostly thanks to your ability How to Kill your family that allowed you to make a small cut on anyone remotly related to your family that if not treated properly would grow until it cut through a vital vein. The only drawback is that it could only be used once a day or else you would collapse from exhastion. Lucky that you consider everyone in the group in the slums your family or your ability wouldn't be nearly as useful.

"Y/N. I have a job for you." My boss said to me looking almost as emotionless as Akutagawa.

"There's a man by the name of Osamu Dazai the boss of the port mafia kill him and your pay will be trippled." The port mafia?! Maybe you weren't the brightest but you're not that dumb.. But what if you did it. Pay trippled. Your pay had been cut tremendously for your age already but trippled would be enough to get a food supply for everyone for atleast a week. You had to go even if you knew it was suicide...

And this is how you ended up trying to find someway to relate Osamu Dazai to one of your familiy members...

"Lets see.. No.. No.. Wait.. SAYAKA she met one of the Port Mafia members last week it was only for a bit but it should be enough..." Ability: How to kill your family

"Osamu Dazai."

Blue rings started to appear around you and images flashed in your head of a messy brown-haired man dressed in black who you assumed to be Osamu Dazai. You then saw a small cut appear on his finger. Yes tripple pay here you come. It then healed as quick as it appeared.

"Nice try Y/N L/N but if you're gonna try kill me please at least do it in person." He smiled a ginger haired boy heard it and asked

"Who are you talking to boss?" "No one, you must be hearing things Chuuya."

The image in your head then dissolved into nothing god fucking dammit does he have some kind of ability well of course he does how else was it supposed to heal without him even touching the cut? If that didn't work you'll just kill him the hard way... This'll be your first up close kill and you don't really know how you'll pull it of....

"Y/N look!" One of your friends brought a small object up to your face that you recognized as a diamond.

"Its real Akutagawa-san checked!" You were about to contiue the conversation but then Akutagawa interupted you.

"Pack up in one minute we need to get out of here." You felt a presence near you and immidetally ducked leading your friend to get shot in the forehead then collapsing on the floor. You were pretty sure the people said something but you were to focused on what your friend said.

"H...H-Help us Aku..Ta Y/...N." He then got shot again your first reaction was for you to run as fast as possible away. You were then met with the sounds of bullets and screaming until you couldn't take it yes you were an assasin but you never had even heard the sound of gunshots before and it scared you. You found the nearest window and jumped out of it running your little legs of until you had exited the slums of Yokohoma and into the nicer side. You stopped at a bridge to catch your breath. By the time you had got to the bridge it was already dusk and there was barely anyone around this was a good enough place to rest......

You woke up to a tall red-head looking down at you and your first reaction was to kick him but he blocked it so easy that it was like he could see the future.

"Quite a way to greet people don't you think?" He tells you.

"Who are you? What do you want? Are you with the Mafia or those guys do you wanna kill me aswell finish the job?" Actually now that you say it maybe it would be a good thing if he came to kill you as long as it was quick.

"Calm down kid I was just worried seeing you collapsed." "Well I am fine there is no need to be worried and if you're not here to kill me then get the hell away!" You try to kick him again but he lands a blow to your stomach and then throws you on his shoulder.

"GET THE HELL OF ME! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I'M APART OF THE YOKOHOMA ASSASINS BROTHERHOOD I'LL KILL YOU!" You start to thrash around but the man doesnt even flinch.

"I'm not gonna abandon a kid who obviously needs help."

"I don't care who the hell even are you!?"

"My name is Oda. Sakunosuke Odasaku member of the armed detective agency." The armed Dective Agency huh-

"-" You were about to say something but exhaustion had hit you again somehow.

The next few weeks had flown before you knew it you were a member of the armed detective agency and to think all you had to was untie a 'hostage' and defuse a fake bomb by throwing yourself over it thanks a lot Oda not.

4 years later

"Y/N." One of your co-workers Kunikda called out your name.

"Yo." You turned around on your chair.

"Theres a guy I want to you to meet." You were about to get up from your chair but you were almost hit by a all to familar ability that messed up your desk beyond repair dammit....

"Akutagawa-Kun?"

"Y-Y/N?!"

Words:1096

A/N: Yo I wanna make a part 2 so take a cliffhanger also happy first fic that had no promt me

-Sybilliya

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

Random stuff that happened to me in the mental hospital

I was in a mental hospital last year for a lego step attempt and it was lowkey kinda fun

My roommate was the loudest breather when she slept like stealing all the air when she slept loud

A girl showed this one girl her titties and the girl started crying saying "I finally saw my first pair of titties."

I got tired in the day room and they didn't allow us to go to our rooms so I just lied down on the floor and went to sleep

*talking to tech* "If child kidnapping laws didn't exist could you take me home with you"

I got in the shower and didn't expect it to be freezing cold and screamed like a hyena 💀

It started snowing while I was in there and I would climb on the air conditioner in my room to see the snow since the windows were blurred except for the top of them

The mattress they had in there felt like rock and I kept forgetting that and I would go to throw myself on it and felt like all my bones turned to dust

Random stuff people said:

"I work as a manager at chick-fil-a." "BUT YOUR A LESBIAN-"

"I would definitely date every single one of you if you guys were the same age as me."

"These eggs are crustier than my damn hairline."

*tech goes into other room telling me to go in my room* "Im not even here, I'm a hallucination. How can you prove I'm not just a figment of your imagination?"

"Its already 9 45 where are the sleepy drugs"

"What's your type?" "The dude on the little ceasars pizza box." "No your blood type."

"Why are you crying?!" "I finally saw my first pair of titties-"

"Im as flexible as the bars in the cell Jeffrey Epstien committed unalivent in."

"Am I.....a badass motherfucker?"

"I scared my brother from behind once and i think he jojo posed out of fear-"

This girl came into the day room crying after phone calls because she called her boyfriend and he got mad at her for being in the mental hospital again (and I'm pretty sure he broke up with her) so we gave her these revenge ideas:

"Cut his dick off, mail it to his mama for Christmas merry Christmas bitch."

"Wait until he's in the shower then grab a belt and just start whipping the shit out of him."

"Make him a nice breakfast, some sausage some bacon y'know all that good stuff and then pour all the grease on his dick."

"We should all break into his house and put itching powder in ever single one of his boxers."

Me and my roommate wanted to sneak snacks in our room and I was the only one with a hoodie so we started just absoultly filling my hoodie to the brim with snacks in my sleeves, my hood, my pockets etc.

I'll maybe do part two if people like this idk-

[flaphack]

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ENDING??? WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED ??? MARCY???

I THOUGHT THIS WAS A SILLY LITTLE FROG SHOW

[standeena]

I’m actually working on something again. It’s only at 107 words but progress is progress and I’ve been meaning to write this for months. Very proud of myself. Maybe expect another one-shot soon????

[girl8890]

DID YOU SAY CABIN IN THE WOODS PART TWO....... 👀👀

LOL maybe one day… I have a lot of ideas when it comes to CITW, but at the moment I’m kinda on a half hiatus 😬 Soooo…. Maybe 👅

[wordfather]

me: hey so how far does your 'all-seeing' sight extend?

the many eyed creature in my basement: ARE YOU ASKING BECAUSE YOU TRIPPED ON YOUR OWN SHOELACES IN THE FOYER AND FELL ON YOUR FACE?

me: oh... so you saw that... :(

the many eyed creature (trying to be nice): ................ NO.

[sabertoothwalrus]

dating meshi

[spongebobssquarepants]

[lostonmyroad]

jessica really said “god forbid women do anything” and doomed an entire people to war by installing her twink son as a false prophet by stealing her cult’s 10,000 year old breeding program propaganda

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]