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If y’all are gonna take the time to complain about stranger things please take the time to also talk about the filming in a literal nazi prison camp that they are turning into an AirBNB I have not seen nearly enough conversation on it and that’s not great. They filmed in a nazi camp in Lithuania which is a country already known for erasing their history with the holocaust having turned nazi camps into things like fucking wedding venues in the past. If you want something to be upset about here’s something to really be upset about.

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Reblog if you agree my fellow cheese lovers

some aces are virgins

some aces love sex

some aces have sexual trauma

some aces don't want sex

some aces masturbate

some aces are teenagers

some aces are in their seventies

some aces dress modestly

some aces wear skimpy clothes

some aces only date aces

some aces don't want romance

and we're all valid : )

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For anyone that needs to be reminded 💕

I feel some may need to hear this as much as I do.

we must be anthro cheetah girls the way i’m going 80 miles an hour and you’re STILL riding my ass

This is *chefs kiss* 🤌 good content!💕 read part one and two, theyre just as amazing as part three.

Disastrous Wedding: Part 3/3

Summary: you have to attend your sister’s wedding and things go wrong, as usual…

Warning: Unwanted touching (nothing explicit), unedited (sorry for any errors)

Word count: 7,267

“You know, if I had to choose between eating an entire jean jacket or being your sibling, I’d choose the jacket.”

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means you’re infuriating to be related to. You’re so selfish, you couldn’t even remember when I told you earlier that I did ask him nicely to stop!”

“Then you shouldn’t have said anything about it! You could’ve just kept your damn mouth shut and-“

“And let him touch me?!” You yelled, shocked at what your sister was saying.

“Yes! It’s my wedding, goddammit!” She stomped her foot like a child throwing a tantrum. “It’s my day, it shouldn’t be about you!”

You were silent for a long while after that. Flabbergasted that she would say such a thing, although you shouldn’t be, she’s always been selfish.

But you had hoped she would be on your side someday.

‘Oh, I see now. My hope in her was the joke.’

You had hoped.

But not anymore.

You had to take a step back, her words piercing your chest.

‘Why am I so surprised? I knew this was how she is.’

'Because she’s family, so it stings just a bit more than it would were she a stranger.’

“You make everything about you, you haven’t changed these past nine years.” She snarled, staring daggers at you.

You scoffed. “I do believe you’re projecting a bit, dear sister. As You said earlier: it’s your wedding; your day.”

“And you’re trying to take it from me!” She stomped her foot again. “You can’t let me have one day-”

“What are you talking about? I just wanted to get through your wedding with my sanity intact.”

“Then tell me why it had to be today. Why you had to make a big deal today.”

“Are you serious? I didn’t plan for this to happen today, or ever, for that matter.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

Your head started pounding, dealing with your sister always left you with a nasty headache.

'Why does she have to be so difficult all the time?’

'She is our parents’ daughter…’

'True…’

“Why would I plan for some stranger to put his hands on me?”

“As I said before: you wanted the attention on you today. I don’t know why, but you won’t succeed.”

You threw your hands up in frustration. “You caught me! My evil plan has been foiled, now what am I left to do?”

“I’m being serious!”

“I know you are, and I don’t know if I should feel sorry for you or-”

There was a knock on the door.

“They’re waiting on you two to return so they can continue the speeches.” Your mother’s voice came from the other side. “We don’t have all day, so finish your discussion quickly.”

You sighed, not wanting to deal with this event any longer, especially if you’re going to be accused of something you didn’t even plan.

Who would plan something so stupid anyway?

If you really wanted to disrupt the wedding and get the attention of the guests then you would’ve shown up with Molotov cocktails…

That plan sounded more fun anyways.

'How annoying.’

'We could fake our death…’

'Doesn’t sound half bad right now…’

"We’ll be right there, mother.” Your sister said, turning to you. “Be on your best behavior and try to keep your mouth shut.”

She straightened her dress, “it’s my day…it’s my day…”

She mumbled that to herself on your walk back into the reception hall.

You caught Eric grinning ear to ear at you when you returned to your seat, making you shudder in disgust.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“What do you mean?”

You pointed at him, “that…thing you’re doing with your face.”

He tilted his head, confused.

“The thing with your face that makes you look happy…cut it out, it’s making me feel nauseated.”

The confused look was replaced with an angry one. “Your mouth is-”

“Gonna get me in trouble, yadda yadda.” You waved him off.

He blew air out of his flared nostrils. “Watch it, you-”

“Let me take a wild guess…I won’t like you when you’re angry?”

“You’re insufferable, you know that, right?”

You smiled, remembering the time you called Leon the same thing. “I learned from the best.”

Your eyes sought Leon out, finding him a few minutes later. He had a worried look on his face, probably wondering why your sister dragged you out of the room. Nodding your head at him, you mouthed “I’m fine.”

He nodded in return, smiling in relief.

He was probably going to go look for you if you hadn’t come back when you did. He’s always been protective of you. Not in an overbearing way, he always wanted you to fight your own battles, glad to support you from the sidelines. But if you were ever in any real danger then he would be at your side as quickly as he could, ready to kick ass.

You squirmed in your seat a little, thinking about Leon always had that effect on you. There was something about him…

'That turned you into a dick sucking whore?’

'Only Leon’s whore though…’

'We’re on the same page for once.’

'It’s kind of scary.’

You felt eyes burning into the side of your face, you looked over at your sister.

“Have I done something already?” You asked sarcastically, feigning confusion.

Your stomach started aching, but you decided to ignore it.

You’d ache too if you had to deal with your sister more than you have.

“I told you that Eric is Brandon’s best friend and the best man, you need to be on your best behavior. Keep your comments to yourself and be nice.”

“I would rather take a bath with my toaster-”

“Y/N. behave.”

'Remind me to steal all her charging blocks from her house.’

'Take her tv remote too.’

'Noted.’

“Alright, everyone. It’s time for the parents of the groom to give their speech, then we’ll move onto the maid of honor and the best man.”

You froze.

‘The what now?’

Then you quickly spun to face your sister, panic clearly written on your face.

“I have to give a speech?” You asked, voice shaking. Your stomach was in your throat now.

Your sister gave you a mean smile, “yeah, did I forget to mention that?”

You narrowed your eyes; it was obvious now. She knew that you hated public speaking ever since you were a kid. Your parents made you give a speech at your aunt’s funeral when you were eight. You barely knew your aunt, she was always in another state with her husband, living as hard as they could. Then one day she was diagnosed with lung cancer, years of smoking cigarettes not helping her case.

The funeral had a lot of people, mostly distant family members that you’ve never met before. Your mother had expected you and your sister to give individual speeches in your aunt’s honor, although you begged her not to make you.

She did.

Your sister went before you. She had just turned eleven years old, her speech clear and concise. Going on and on about having ‘quality time’ with your aunt that obviously didn’t happen, she just wanted everyone to think she was closer to your aunt than she really was.

Your mother nodded at you to step up to the podium once your sister was done.

You stood up, visibly shaking as you made your way to the step stool behind the podium. You tried so hard not to stare at everyone’s eyes, having learned to imagine the audience as potatoes to help ease your nerves. You only got a few strangled words out before you lost consciousness.

Once you woke up, you noticed you had been brought back to the car you arrived in, vomit staining the front of your dress.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Your sister was laughing in your face, holding no sympathy for you.

“What did I do?” You asked her, clearly confused.

“You mean you don’t remember?” She started laughing harder. “You said 'hello’, then threw up on our grandma!”

Heat gathered to your face, embarrassment making your stomach turn in circles.

“Then you fainted and hit your head on the podium! Oh, I hope they got that on camera!” Her laughs turned into guttural cries, “I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe!”

Your face was still burning when your parents entered the car, your father staring daggers at you.

“You have embarrassed us once more, Y/N.” Your mother gritted out, sitting in the passenger seat.

“I didn’t mean to, mother, I-”

You were too busy looking down, you didn’t notice how your mother quickly turned in her seat to reach back and slap you across your face.

“Save your apologies.” She straightened back in her seat as your father started driving. “Honestly, Y/N, why can’t you be like your sister? Her speech was divine.”

Your sister beamed, “thank you mother.”

You haven’t given a speech ever since that day, your fear of public speaking was still as present as it was back then.

“It’ll be just like Aunt Cathy’s funeral. You do remember that, don’t you, Y/N?” Your sister smiled sweetly at you. Her fake sweetness brought back memories from when you both were kids. She would act so kind to you, so sweet and innocent. She definitely had you fooled at the time, because behind that fake façade of sweetness lies a selfish, bitter center.

But you weren’t kids anymore.

You knew she was setting you up to embarrass yourself in front of all these people. Why? Probably to make herself look like the better child, the more refined adult that your parents always wanted. She was elegant and well spoken.

And you couldn’t even give a speech.

'Is it bad luck to strangle the bride on her wedding day?’

'No, I think it would be poetic.’

“Excuse me for a moment, I’m going to run to the restroom.” You told her.

“Don’t take too long, you’re up next.”

You didn’t even push your chair in after standing up, you just briskly walked to the women’s restroom, heading straight for the sink. Splashing water on your face as you tried to take deep breaths.

'Don’t pass out, your sister would love for you to embarrass yourself so she doesn’t have to lift a finger.’

'What the hell am I going to do?’

'Do you want to try and fake your death now?’

'With how fast my heart rate is, I don’t think I’ll have to fake it.’

Your chest was hurting, pressure from your racing heart making it hard to breathe. You could hear your blood in your ears, making you nauseated. Your head started to feel light, everything moving slowly around you, like you were stuck in slow motion.

'Get it together, Y/N, at this rate you’re going to faint.’

You didn’t even have a rebuttal for your thoughts, trying not to drown in your panic.

But you were drowning.

You didn’t even hear the bathroom door open.

You had your eyes closed until you felt arms wrapped around you, a distant voice calling your name. The person pulled you into their strong chest and you easily curled your fingers into their shirt, not caring that you would wrinkle the delicate fabric.

A hand started rubbing circles against your back, deep breathing in your ear.

“That’s it, Y/N. Deep breaths.” They said.

You followed their instructions until your breaths matched theirs, your head starting to feel normal again. Your feeling much lighter than before.

“That’s my good girl, you’re doing great.”

You opened your eyes, head craning up to look at the person holding you.

Leon.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked, worry evident in his tone.

“So much better.” You murmured, “but how did you-”

“I saw you jump up in a panic, half-walking half-jogging out of the reception hall. So, I was worried and wanted to check on you.” He kissed your head, “what made you have an attack?”

You smiled and tightened your grip around his torso, you really were an open book to him.

“My sister just informed me that I would be giving a speech.”

“Even after last time?”

You had told Leon about your embarrassing failure of a speech on your second date together, trying to out embarrass each other. He was winning until you told him that you threw up on your grandmother and fainted. You were worried when he went silent, scared that he would never want to see you again. Then he asked you if everything turned out okay, and if you were okay after the traumatic event.

He was the first one to ask you if you were okay about what happened. No one else cared enough to worry what you had thought, how you had felt, how it affected you in the long run.

You were so touched by his question that you started crying. He immediately pulled you out of the restaurant you two were in and took you to his apartment, cuddling you the rest of the night while you clung onto him like a koala to a tree.

You woke the next morning extremely embarrassed, but you explained why you had cried. He smiled at you, rubbing your back and kissing your cheeks.

“You had me worried for a minute there, sweetheart. I thought I said something stupid.”

He stuck with you through everything, listened to your life’s stories, hugged you when you were overwhelmed, took care of you when you got sick, making you laugh when you felt like crying, cheered you on through college, supported you when you interviewed for your dream job, inspired you to create art again, motivated you to achieve your goals, listened to you when you told him your deepest fears, celebrated when you got a job in your dream career.

He really was the best thing to happen to you.

He never tried to baby you or belittle you. He wanted you to succeed by your own merit and wanted you to celebrate those accomplishments. He wanted you to live loud and love your life. He wanted to support you through everything that came your way. He wanted to love you and be yours until the end.

And you wanted to do the same for him.

You pulled his face closer to yours, kissing him. He deepened the kiss, pushing past your lips to battle your tongue for dominance. His grip on your arms tightened and you were sure there will be bruises on them tomorrow.

But you didn’t mind.

You loved it when he left marks.

He stepped away from you after you moaned into the kiss.

“If we keep that up then you won’t be able to make your speech.”

“Can’t give a speech if my mouth is too busy with something else.” You teased him.

He groaned, pulling you close again to put his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

“The things you do to me…”

You sighed, bring his hands up to your mouth to kiss each knuckle with tender love.

“Are you going to go through with it?” He asked, looking into your eyes.

“I guess I have to, don’t want to embarrass myself in front of all these people.”

“If you want, I can go up with you and be your support.”

Your eyes widened, heart skipping a beat.

“You’d do that for me?” You asked, astonished.

“Of course. I would do anything to help you, Y/N, you know that.”

The smile he gave you made you feel so safe, so loved.

Then you remembered: you could go through anything with Leon by your side.

You couldn’t hold back the dazzling smile you gave him, heart feeling lighter than when you had first entered this restroom.

“Thank you so much, Leon.”

You stood on your tippy toes, giving him a loving kiss, putting all your affection in the gesture.

You finally pulled away, grabbing his hand. “We better go before my sister goes on a manhunt for me.”

He nodded as you pulled him out of the restroom and back into the reception hall. You both stood at the back of the room, not too far away from your sister.

“Thank you both for your beautiful speeches.” The announcer clapped the backs of the groom’s parents as they walked off the stage. “Now, we need the maid of honor to come give her speech.”

Your chest tightened when you saw people looking around for you, eyes finding you instantly. Your breathing starting to become shallow and panicked once again.

You felt the hand you were holding tighten around yours, grounding you.

Looking at Leon, you took a deep breath, reminding yourself that you weren’t going to be alone.

He would be there with you.

By your side.

Like he always was.

And you would be damned before you let your sister embarrass you.

The short walk to the stage gave you plenty of time to think of what you were going to say. You took extra care to be mindful of where you were stepping and how you stepped, not wanting to fall. You were pulling Leon with you by your linked hands, gripping tighter when you finally stood on stage.

You walked up to the microphone, Leon at your side. The audience chuckled as you lowered the stand to your height.

Taking a deep breath and looking around the room, you tried to feign calmness.

‘Fake it ‘til you make it, right?’

“Family, friends, thank you so much for coming, I know I speak for us all when I say that today is such a wonderful day for a wedding.” You started, putting a sweet smile on that matched your sister’s. You had plenty of time to learn how to fake a smile while growing up.

You swear the microphone could pick up the sound of your beating heart. Your voice would falter every once in a while, but you sounded clear regardless.

And that’s all that mattered.

“To be honest, I didn’t think my sister would ever get married. I didn’t think any man would be good enough for my sister, but I was wrong.”

“Brandon, when you came into my sister’s life, you changed it for the better, the best even.”

You had no idea, of course. Not having contact with your sister at the time she and Brandon started dating, but the audience didn’t need to know that.

“She smiles so brightly now that you’re in her life. And I’ve seen how she makes you feel, you’ve been smiling all day.”

You looked at your sister, she was smiling at you, but you could tell it was as real as yours.

'She was hoping I’d make a fool of myself.’

‘Probably betting on it, actually.’

Leon let go of your hand, surprising you momentarily before he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, fingers massaging your side as you released a deep breath, stomach in knots.

“I’m so happy for you both. Glad that you were able to find each other in this world. And I’m glad we get to celebrate you both today, as you join as man and wife. May you have many long, happy years of marriage ahead.”

The room erupted in polite cheers, like after every other speech that was given today. Leon tugged on your hand, pulling you off the stage.

He walked you over to your seat, leaning into your ear after you sat down.

“You did amazing, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

You smiled up at him, “thank you.”

He reluctantly let go of your hand, walking back to his seat.

“That was beautiful, I didn’t know you had it in you.” Your sister muttered, annoyed.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t want to deal with her right now, your heart still reeling from Leon’s words.

Eric’s speech was next, but you didn’t pay any attention to him.

You were too busy biting your lip, thinking about Leon, when you started to feel uncomfortably hot.

Your breathing shallowed, coming in quick bursts as you looked down to your trembling hands in confusion.

‘I thought I did a pretty good job, so why is my body acting like this?’

Beads of sweat gathered on your forehead as you swiped at them, the pressure in your chest returning.

It didn’t make sense to you. It was mid-autumn; the days didn’t get above 80 degrees. You never really had a problem with heat, being cold natured made you love the warmth that summer would bring. You and heat got along together like old friends, reuniting after being apart for half the year.

So why were you burning up?

'What the hell is going on?’

'Your guess is as good as mine.’

You excused yourself to the restroom once more, not able to walk straight anymore. You shook your head, immediately regretting it when the world started spinning and you had to hold onto the wall for support.

'I think I’m going to be sick.’

You used the wall to guide you to the restroom, heading to the sink to splash water on your face, just like earlier. You looked up at your reflection as it stared back. Your reflection began shifting slightly as you looked into your eyes, eyes that stared back at you in confusion and worry.

'Did I hit my head or something?’

'Not that I can recall.’

You were getting tired, needing to rest. Leaving the bathroom, you headed toward one of the other doors, there were more empty rooms in this hall, and you didn’t care which one you went to, as long as it had something you can sit on.

'I guess Leon’s face isn’t an option…’

'Not exactly the time.’

You went through the second door down from the restroom, closing it as you looked around, spotting a couch in the middle of the room.

You staggered over to it, sweat running down from your hairline to your neck. You were almost to the couch when you were suddenly on the floor, even more confused.

You looked back and saw a short coffee table that stood in front of the couch, you didn’t even notice it on your way in. You scooted yourself back until your back rested against the bottom of the couch, resting your head back onto the seat of it.

'What am I going to do?’

'Rest for the moment, then see if you can find Leon.’

You nodded to yourself.

'Yeah, he should know what to do.’

Your breathing stayed shallow regardless of the deep breaths you tried to take, heart pounding in your ears.

'I should’ve kept my phone on me, then I could just call him.’

'It’s in one of these rooms, right?’

'Yeah…’

You had set your belongings down in the spare room you got ready in when you arrived at the venue. Your dress didn’t have any pockets, so you left your phone with your bag. The room you got ready in didn’t have a couch in it, though. It only had chairs and accent tables.

Your head was spinning as you closed your eyes.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you left the reception hall, perhaps your sister would come looking for you. She would find you leaning against a couch, then start yelling at you for not being in your seat at the table. The maid of honor was supposed to sit next to the bride, after all.

What a joke.

You shouldn’t have come today. Shouldn’t have been so scared that your parents would do something to you if you didn’t show. You should’ve stayed in bed all day today, snuggling with Leon on one of his rare days off.

But you did come to the wedding, you were afraid of your parents, and you did drag Leon to this stupid wedding on his day off.

“Oh, dear. Are you feeling all right?”

You looked up quickly, the world spinning faster.

“I’m fine,” you squinted at the person, not sure who had entered the room with you. “Just needed a rest, is all.”

You could see them getting closer, walking around the coffee table you tripped over earlier.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?”

The voice was trembling, trying not to sound excited. They wanted to put up a concerned front to mask whatever intentions they had.

The knowledge of this made your blood run cold.

“I don’t mind assisting you…” They rubbed your shoulder slowly.

When did they get so close?

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, head aching from the day’s events. You shook your head, “No, I should be getting back, actually. The bride will kill me if I’m away for too long.”

You pushed yourself up to your feet just as a hand dragged you back down to the floor.

“No need to be in a hurry…” The person gripped your arm so hard you were sure they would leave bruises.

“She is expecting me. I’m sure the speeches are all done by now and she’ll want me there when the cake gets cut.” You muttered, “it wouldn’t leave a good impression on the guests if the maid of honor wasn’t there to support the bride.”

“She’ll be fine without you.”

“Let me go or I’ll set you on fire.” You threatened, although you didn’t have the materials to go through with the threat.

“You know, you have been threatening to kill me all evening, but you’re not so scary when you’re like this.” They said, chuckling.

There was only one person who annoyed you enough today to threaten them repeatedly.

'Eric.’

“What do you want, Eric?” You asked, trying to pull your arm away from his grip.

“I want to help you.”

“Oh really? Because I have a funny feeling that your definition of ‘help’ and my definition of ‘help’ don’t exactly line up.”

“I’ve come to be honest with you, then.” He began, “I have been harder than a rock ever since I first laid eyes on you when we were taking pictures.”

'What a terrible day to have ears.’

He pulled you closer, burying his head in your neck, inhaling your scent.

'Definitely going to be sick.’

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, looking for anything to help you, but you couldn’t focus them on any one thing.

“I’m going to enjoy this.”

Eric kissed your neck before biting down, hard.

He was determined to leave a mark.

'Remind me to kill this fucker when we get out of this.’

'I didn’t have murder on my calendar today, but I can definitely make some time for it.’

You looked around the room again, spotting a vase just out of reach of your foot. You must have knocked it off the coffee table when you tripped over it.

'I don’t want to hear anyone say anything about my clumsiness ever again.’

You carefully maneuvered your foot to pull the vase closer so you could reach it. Your quick breaths masking the sound of the glass being kicked around a tile floor.

“You taste so good, Y/N.”

You had to swallow the bile that rose, focusing instead on getting the vase into your hand. You let out a sigh when you finally got a hold of the vase with your middle and pointer finger, gently pushing it into the rest of your hand.

You had just tucked the vase securely against your leg when Eric pulled back, admiring his work.

“You’re being awfully quiet, what are you thinking about?”

You looked at his face, finding where you would aim the vase. Fluttering your lashes to look innocent, lifting your left hand up to his cheek and running your thumb across his jaw.

“I’ve been thinking…” You began, “about how the world would’ve been like…”

He licked his lips while staring at yours.

“Like what?”

You pulled his face closer to yours, noses just inches apart.

“How the world would’ve been like if your dad had pulled out.”

His aroused look was replaced with anger within a blink of an eye, but you didn’t give him time to act.

You smashed the vase as close to his temple as you could, jumping to your feet once he let go of you.

You stumbled around the coffee table, not wanting to trip on it again. You heard Eric fall to the floor behind you, groaning.

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“Yeah, well, people like you are the reason I’m on medication.”

You began to panic when you heard movement behind you, he was getting up.

“You’ll pay for that, you bitch!”

“Put it on my tab.”

You grabbed the handle of the door, throwing yourself through, you stumbled down the hallway as fast as you could toward the reception hall.

“What is going on here?”

You spotted your sister walking down the hall toward you, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Keep him away from me!” You shouted at her, pointing behind you.

You stopped right next to her, your head trying to catch up with your quick movements as your hands trembled against the wall.

“What do you mean?” Your sister asked, tilting her head at you. “He’s not doing anything to you.”

Your eyes widened, fear sending shivers down your spine.

“He’s chasing me, he-he was trying to throw himself on me!”

Your sister looked back toward the reception hall, then turned back to you.

“Keep your voice down, don’t want to cause a scene.”

“No, I’m pretty sure I definitely want to cause a scene.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Eric finally caught up with you, looking at your sister. “Do you see what she did to me?”

Blood ran down the side of his head, hidden within his hair.

“She smashed a fucking vase into my head.”

Your sister looked at you in anger, slapping you across the face.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I didn’t want this asshole to kiss my neck.”

“You could’ve seriously injured him!”

“That was the plan.” You muttered.

“Eric, take Y/N to one of the spare rooms so she can calm down. Please stay with her, I’m worried she’ll hurt herself in her condition.”

'My condition?’

“How do you know about my condition.”

She smiled at you. “Who do you think gave you the drugs?”

“Drugs?”

“The ones I put in the wine, of course.”

'But the only wine I’ve had was from…’

Eric.

“Although, they told me you shouldn’t be able to move after taking it. I guess you didn’t drink both doses…”

You only had one glass of wine earlier.

So the full cup that sat on the table in front of your chair had also been drugged.

'She orchestrated this whole thing.’

'I’ll add her to the hit list.’

“Why?” You asked, feeling Eric clamp down on your arm.

“I have an agreement with Eric to uphold. You were apart of that.”

Agreement?

She…

“She sold you to me…” Eric whispered in your ear, biting down on your earlobe.

“Do make sure he gets repaid in full.”

“I’ll kill you!” You jumped at your sister, but Eric pulled you back before you could get a hold of her.

She laughed, walking away. “Have fun, you two!”

Eric started pulling you back down to the spare rooms, while you grabbed onto random doorknobs, holding tightly.

“Somebody, help me!” You shouted out, Eric covering your mouth as quickly as he could.

Anger boiled in your chest, replacing the pressure that had previously occupied it.

Anger at yourself for accepting a drink from a stranger you didn’t even know.

Anger at your sister for drugging you.

Anger at this piece of shit who thought he could have his way with you.

Once you felt his chest against your back, you pushed your elbow forward, then ramming it back as hard as you could into his ribs.

He hunched over in pain, hissing.

“Leon!” You shouted, pushing him off you.

You only got a few steps away when your legs were kicked out from under you, making you fall to the floor, hard.

“Leon!”

“Leo-“

Eric crouched down and shut your screams by punching you in the face, stunning you.

“Stop your incessant screams, no one can hear you over the crowd.”

Your jaw throbbed, making your head ache so much that you were sure you would pass out from it. But you were also sure that if you pass out, something bad will happen to you. You fought against the dark spots that dotted your vision, you were panicking again.

But who could blame you in this situation?

You stared daggers into Eric, hatred clear in your eyes.

“Why are you glaring at me so hard?” He laughed.

“I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously burst into flames.” You spat.

He straightened, using his foot to push you down until your stomach was pressed against the floor. Then he lifted his leg, pulling it back to deliver a swift kick to your side.

Stars danced in your vision as you tried to curl into a ball, but Eric didn’t let you. He stepped down on your back, adding more pressure every time you tried to move.

“I told you that mouth of yours would get you in trouble.”

“Trouble…seems to be my middle name.” You gasped out, trying to catch your breath.

“With all the trouble you’ve given me today, you better be a good time.”

“Oh, I’ll show you a good time…” You muttered.

‘If only I had some gasoline…and a blowtorch. Then I would be able to show this bastard a good time…’

He roughly pushed down on your back before taking his foot off.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, dragging you closer to the rooms, and you knew you were running out of time. You didn’t think another vase would fall from the sky to aid in your escape.

You had to think.

And fast.

You kicked the back of his knee as hard as you could, forcing him to the ground grunting in pain.

“You bitch!”

“And the sky is blue, what’s new?”

He reached for your leg but only grasped air as you pulled your leg back as far as you could before kicking him in the side of his head. You kicked him again and again and-

“Y/N? What do you think you’re doing?”

You looked over to your mother, briskly walking toward you.

“Hey, did you bring a blowtorch with you today?” You asked her.

“What in the world are you doing to him, Y/N?!”

You looked down at Eric, he was unconscious, blood seeping from his mouth. He must’ve bitten his tongue while you were kicking him.

Good.

“Well, I wanted to show him a good time, but I need a blowtorch for that.”

She reached out and slapped you, hard.

You stared at her wide-eyed, then narrowed your eyes.

‘I’m tired of everyone thinking they can hit me whenever they want.’

“Enough of the sarcasm, just tell me what the hell is going on here?”  

“This…disgusting bastard,” You gritted, gesturing to Eric, “tried to have his way with me, so I did what I had to do, even though I should’ve done much more.”

“He…tried to force you to…”

“Yes.”

Your mother opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

“Apparently, your favorite daughter sold me to him in some kind of agreement they made.”

You placed your hand on the wall for support, head still spinning.

“…Did…did he…?” She couldn’t even get the words out.

“No.” You whispered.

You looked at you for a moment, running her eyes up and down your person, checking for something. You leaned back, leaning against the wall before sliding down to the floor.

“My head is still a bit fuzzy. I’m just glad I was able to do what I did.” You let out a breath.

Leon had been training you in self-defense, but you haven’t gotten very far as of late. Your training sessions always got…steamy, which took most of the time away from the session.

But you weren’t complaining.

Eric groaned, waking up and slowly looking around.

“What happened?”

You held your head in your hand. “You got your ass beat. Or should I say head?”

“You fucking bitch.” He spat. “Making jokes even at a time like this.”

“Where was the joke?”

“I should’ve-“

“Learn how to take no for an answer?” You offered, “I agree.”

“Eric, tell me what happened.” Your mother looked at him.

“Y/N wasn’t feeling well, so I thought I would take her to rest in one of the spare rooms.” He pushed up to a sitting position, glaring daggers at you while rubbing his bleeding head. “But I guess she didn’t want to go, a simple ‘no’ would’ve sufficed.”

You whipped your head around at him, making your vision dance while you glared back at him.

“You have ten fingers now, don’t you?” You asked, tilting your head. “Wouldn’t you like to keep it that way?”

“You see how violent she is towards me?”

“If she isn’t then I will be.”

You smiled, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. You didn’t have to be on the defense, waiting for Eric to make a move against you anymore.

You were safe now.

Leon crouched down next to you, eyeing your bruising cheek.

“Who did this to you?” He gently brushed his fingers over the splotchy red and purple of the bruise.

You grabbed his hand and held it to your face, leaning into his palm.

You recounted everything that happened to him, watching how his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. He moved your hair out of the way to get a better look at your neck, teeth gritting while his eyes glared at each mark he saw. He turned to look at your mother.

“Call the police and tell them to come here quickly.”

“Yes.” She said and ran off.

You’ve never seen your mother run before.

“Do we really need the police?” Eric asked him.

Leon cracked his knuckles, “you will want them here.”

“Oh, will I?”

“You’ll want them to come pull me off you before I make you die a slow and painful death.”

Eric’s eyes widened at Leon’s look of murderous intent.

“Did you want a headstone? Because I was thinking of tying cinder blocks to you and throwing you in the ocean…” Leon turned to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be right back, stay here.” He growled out.

‘I’m definitely sucking his dick later.’

‘You and me both.’

Leon stood, grabbing Eric by his collar and dragging him into the nearest room. He slammed the door shut and you heard the lock click.

‘He’s going to make what I did to Eric look like child’s play.’

You didn’t hear anything coming from the room for a few minutes.

“I didn’t, I-I swear I-“

Those were the last coherent words you heard from that room; his screams filled the silence. You shook your head, trying to shake away the fuzziness. You were slowly getting over the drug in your system, you were glad you didn’t drink from both glasses.

Who knows what could’ve happened to you if you had.

“What the hell is going on down here?!”

Your sister was running down the hall with a pissed off look on her face.

She must’ve heard Eric screaming.

“Bonding.”

“who’s in there with Eric?”

“Leon.”

She ran up to the door and started pounding on it.

“What is your crazy boyfriend doing to him?!”

“Hopefully crazy things.” You spat, pushing yourself to a standing position.

You walked over to your sister, putting your hand on her shoulder. She slowly turned to face you as you punched her as hard as you could. Satisfied when she fell to the ground.

She was always so fragile, never could take a punch or even a slap.

“We were supposed to be family,” you shook your hand, glaring at her. “I know we had a shitty relationship before this, but to do…to plan something like this?”

“This was beyond fucked up.” You crouched down and grabbed her cheeks, squishing them together harshly. “You’re lucky I don’t fucking end you. But that would be a mercy, so you’re going to continue to live but I’ll see to it you rot away in prison.”

Her eyes widened in fear.

“And if you don’t rot in prison…”

You slammed the back of her head into the floor. “Then you better hope I never find you.”

The police came shortly after you confronted your sister. They had to kick the door down and have three men pull Leon off Eric.

You gave them your statement and watched as they arrested Eric…well, you thought it was Eric anyways, Leon had beat him until he was unrecognizable.

They arrested your sister too and took the second cup of wine in to test what drug was used. They asked if you wanted them to escort you to the hospital, but you declined.

Other than a few scrapes and bruises, you were fine.

Eric had told Leon the agreement he had with your sister. Apparently, he and your sister met up the other day, to talk business. Your sister had gone into bankruptcy and needed financial help. Eric was hesitant to help, until your sister offered you as the cherry on top.

“He met up with her as a favor to Brandon, stalling her long enough so Brandon could have a go with his other woman, and he didn’t your sister to walk in on them.” Leon told you, shaking his head in disgust.

Two weeks later:

You were reading an article about your sisters’ arrest. Her mug shot looked like an excellent gift for her next birthday, you’ll have to go shopping for a frame.

Brandon decided to file a divorce against your sister after hearing about her bankruptcy. Apparently, cheating is okay but losing all your money is a step too far.

You haven’t heard much from your parents. Your father wasn’t a very emotional man, so he pretty much brushed it under the rug. Your mother looked more worried, which shocked the hell out of you. She never showed any concern for you before, only anger and hatred. You didn’t try to reach out to them, glad to go back to no contact.

Eric was awaiting his trial, but you didn’t think he would get a long sentence, predators like him usually didn’t. But you had sent a letter to him, informing him to never seek you out, or he would wish Leon had sunk him in the ocean that day.

You looked at the time on the computer and smiled. Leon should be getting home soon after a week-long mission. He was hesitant to leave you so soon after what happened, but you assured him you were fine.

And you were.

You had been lucky that things didn’t go as far as Eric wanted them to. You had to count your blessings where you could.

You shut off the computer and spun around in the office chair. You missed Leon and can’t wait to shower him in kisses once he walked through the door of your shared apartment.

Although you couldn’t remember much from the wedding due to the drugs and your anxiety, you would always remember it as a disastrous wedding.

Okay but scariusaquarius writes one of the best leon fics I’ve read, I love them so much 😭

ID Leon when you get a flavoured chapstick mMMMMM- i've got a cherries' one 👀 like the man can't stop kissing you especially when you reapply throughout your day, Leon just HAS to make out with you

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Leon's favorite flavor was cherry.

He figured that out the first time you had ever changed up your chapstick, grabbing a cherry one instead of your usual that you always bought, and when he had kissed you in the morning after you had applied it, the man couldn't stop licking his lips.

It tasted so sweet; just like the cherry pie his grandmother would make for Thanksgiving when she was still alive. Leon had been craving for another taste since he had departed from you in the halls of the DSO to begin working.

When he saw you again, your smile bright as he approached you, Leon didn't hesitate to kiss you again. His hand cupped your cheek, lips pressed firmly against your soft lips, and he realized with glee that you had repplied the chapstick.

Leon had pulled away, licking his lips all the while as you became shy, pressing a hand against his chest and teasing that the two of you were still at work. Leon couldn't care.

His favorate flavor was cherry, so he wasn't going to refuse himself from such a sweet treat.

Every time Leon passed you by or you had to swing by to drop stuff off for him, Leon would give you such firm kisses, licking his lils before sending you on your way.

When the day was done, the two of you meeting up to travel home, Leon went in for anther cherry kiss before your finger stopped him.

"What is it?"

"If you wanted to use my chapstick, all you had to do was ask."

You were holding up the pink stick, a subtle smile on your lips, and Leon chuckled, pulling you close.

"It doesnt taste as good when I don't get to kiss it off your lips."

"Oh, please. You're such a flirt. Take the chapstick, would you? I bought another stick just for you."

Leon shook his head, taking the stick before kissing you deeply, this time rubbing his tongue against your lip and smirking when you softly sighed against him.

"Hm, I'll keep risking professionalism, but thanks for the offer~"

reblog if you’re NOT tumblr famous, but you ARE tired and kinda gay

Feels Like the First Time

Pairing: Eddie x plus sized female reader

Rating: Explicit — minors do not interact

Genre: fluff, explicit smut

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: Eddie is your best friend, and has always been a little bit of a perv, but that doesn’t matter to you much considering you’re in love with him. Things change though when he sees you in something a little more revealing than he’s used to.

Warnings: idiots to lovers aka best friends to lovers, lowkey perv Eddie, mentioned porn, Eddie likes his girls thick idc I make the rules, Eddie sees the reader almost naked and falls in love™️, mentioned drug use, overuse of pet names, finger sucking, mentioned throat fucking (does not occur), choking, impact play/pussy slapping, master kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, loss of virginity (both reader and Eddie whoops), protected sex, safeword discussion, dirty talk (these two are filthy), dumbification if you squint, Eddie being silly -- if I missed anything please let me know!

Request status: yes! Requested by @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul

Authors note: sorry this has taken 75000 years 🙃 but it’s here! And it’s somewhat more lighthearted than thick with desire but I hope everyone still likes it!! Also it has been beta read so I hope it’s clean but if not, please let me know 💞

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You always noticed how Eddie stared at you.

It didn’t bother you — you had gotten used to people’s eyes on you. There was just more of you to see than most of the other girls, and Eddie was, to put it lightly, a perv. He was obsessed with the “female form” as he put it. He never shied away from the topic of sex and what he found to be turn on, most of which came down to his personal motto: the bigger the better. And his views on sex helped you come out of your shell a bit. You weren’t a prude, just… inexperienced. But Eddie just being himself made you feel comfortable with sex — I mean you had to be with the amount of porn you found under his bed and on his nightstand. Eddie was your best friend, and he outright refused to keep secrets from you, including what type of porn he liked, and expected you to do the same. It hadn’t been easy at first, but the more time you spent around Eddie, the more free you felt.

The only secret you kept from him was that you were painfully in love with him; I mean how could you not be? He was sweet, funny, caring, and had the best hair in Hawkins (sorry Steve). But you pushed those feelings down, deep down, because you couldn’t live without Eddie. You didn’t want to lose him because of a silly crush you’d been holding onto for nearly a year, he meant too much to you. He was a constant in your life that you outright refused to give up. So, you carried on like normal, pushing down the longing you felt pang in your chest every time he made a comment about your figure, called you sweetheart, let you have the last bite of his food, or let you steal all of the blankets when you spent the night.

And you spent many nights at the Munson trailer getting high with Eddie while Wayne worked, even now after you had graduated from Hawkins High while he was attempting to finish his senior year for the third time. But an extra year for him to graduate wasn’t something that put either of you off — in fact it made you closer. Instead of meeting every day in the hallways between class, Eddie would pick you up from the salon you worked at to smoke and hang out, or even just take you home so you could spend some time together at the end of the day. Or you would join in Hellfire frivolities, much to everyone’s joy — especially the freshmen Eddie had collected.

But today was a holiday weekend, and you and Eddie were blessed by a weekend completely devoid of obligations. Wayne was out of town, the salon was closed, neither of you had anywhere to be, and your only thought was getting high enough to not feel the lingering stress of the past few weeks. Eddie had gone so far as to drag his mattress into the living room and made a fort out of some old sheets that looked suspiciously like ones that had disappeared from your linen closet after you complained about needing to get rid of them.

“Alright princess, we’ve got snacks, drinks, and enough weed to keep us obliterated until tomorrow night,” he smiled proudly, standing triumphantly in front of the entrance to the fort, before bowing dramatically, “Your castle, m’lady.”

“Why thank you, good sir,” you giggled, curtseying exaggeratedly in response. But Eddie grabbed your wrist and pulled you haphazardly into the fort, a scream leaving your lips as you felt the momentary weightlessness take over. But the next thing you knew, you were pinned to the mattress by Eddie’s lean frame, a proud smile on his face as he stared down at you. “What was that for, you big meanie,” you pouted up at him.

He shrugged, refusing to release your intertwined hands from where he had them pressed against the soft surface, “Just thought I’d keep ya on your toes, sweetheart,” he boasted, letting his body collapse onto you. You sighed dramatically, knowing it was useless to try and get him off you when he was like this.

Despite being as thin as he was, Eddie was surprisingly strong. He was able to manhandle you in a way you didn’t think was possible for your size, often taking to throwing you around like a rag doll in his play fights, and easily pinning you down to tickle you until you were crying and begging for mercy. But when Eddie got like this — especially when he was high — he stuck to you like a flytrap. Moving more than a few inches at a time was relatively impossible with his limbs wrapped around you like a boa constrictor.

You knew you were in for it when he slithered down slightly, sliding his arms around your waist and letting his head rest on your chest, his legs tightening around your own. You couldn’t help but laugh, earning a pinch to your side, “Pillows don’t laugh, pretty girl,” he chastised before finally settling.

“Eddie,” you whined, trying to shake him off you, “I’m not a pillow, and I’m hungry,” you complained, feeling the effects of the joint you two had shared on the drive over. It made you feel like you were floating, and Eddie’s body weight was the only thing keeping you from flying away.

“But sweetheart,” he whined, “We have all day to eat—“

“We also have all day for me to be your pillow but Eddie I’m hungry, and I’m warm,” you argued, grabbing a fist full of his hair and tugging on it gently, getting a deep moan from him in response.

“Christ, warn a guy before you go around pulling on his hair like that. You’re gonna give me the wrong idea, princess,” he smiled proudly, before sighing deeply and rolling off you. “But I guess you can eat. But pillow time later, promise me!” he demanded, eyebrows furrowed as he stared into your eyes, pinky held out toward you.

You wrapped your pinky around him with a roll of your eyes, a bright smile spreading across Eddie’s face as it did, “Now can you please feed me?”

“Alright, alright,” he sighed, pushing himself off the bed before turning and wiggling his fingers at you. You grabbed his hands, allowing him to heave you off the floor, steadying you as you nearly face planted into his chest, “Whoa there, don’t need you falling for me yet,” he said with a wink.

“You’re the worst,” you grumbled, pushing him away from you as you went to retrieve your backpack. He just snickered to himself, letting you stomp away from him like a pouting child.

But Eddie was grateful for the moment of separation — he was on the losing end of a battle with his own hormones. It had taken every ounce of self control he had not to rut himself into you and bury his face in your chest.

He’d always played off his attraction for you as a generalized turn on — which wasn’t far off to say. He liked seeing the girls in his dirty mags that had more on their frames. More hips, more thigh, more ass, more tits. But his real turn on was you. It had been ever since the summer of ‘84 when the two of you had gone swimming in Lovers Lake after his broken air conditioner had forced you both out of the trailer.

You had stripped down to barely anything, demanding he turn away as you ran into the tepid waters. Eddie hadn’t meant to sneak a peek, only looking when he heard you yelp loudly. He had honestly thought you were hurt; he just wanted to check in on you. But what he got instead was the sight of your thin panties stretched over the roundness of your ass, the dimples and puckers in your skin on display; it took his breath away. But when you turned, and he caught a glimpse of your nipples poking against the thin matching material of your bra, one that was nearly too small to contain the fat of your tits, made him feel like a prepubescent boy about to lose his load looking down the shirt of his uncles ex girlfriend when he was 10.

But ever since that day, he’d been embarrassingly attracted to you. He thought everything you did was pure pornography and it was torture. He was getting more and more depraved and desperate as the days went on too. The simple act of you throwing your bare legs over his during movie nights and the light catching the hair of your legs got him hard, and the pout that seemed to permanently live on your mouth drove him crazy. He wanted to fill your bratty little mouth, make you choke on his fingers, or even better, his cock; make you gag and drool and cry as he abused your poor throat.

The worst part of it was that it seemed like you didn’t notice at all.

Gareth and Jeff had approached him multiple times about his borderline creepy behavior, worried about how it would affect the group if you grew tired of it. But he’d proven to them various times that you simply didn’t care — or at least pretended not to. They watched as he manhandled you into his lap during Hellfire, hands all over you. It would have been nearly obscene if you hadn’t giggled and slapped his chest playfully, rolling your eyes at him.

And your lack of reaction only made Eddie more bold. He was never one to back down from a challenge, always willing to push his limits until he either got what he wanted, or got burned.

But fuck did he want you. You were basically already living in domesticated bliss; all that needed to change was instead of fucking his fist every night to the thought of you, he’d be actually fucking you.

He barely realized he’d gotten himself so worked up just thinking about you, he’d shoved his hand in his pants and had began to stroke his painfully hard cock, praying that he’d cum before you walked back in the room so he didn’t have to walk past you with his cock throbbing painfully. He only hoped his black jeans would conceal the wet spot well enough.

But his prayers went unanswered as you threw open the door to his bedroom forcing him to yank his hand out of his pants with a hiss as his finger caught the zipper, slicing through the thin skin shallowly. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he grumbled.

“Eds are you okay?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern as you straddled his legs, taking his hand in yours to assess the damage. You pouted, eyes locking with his, “Eddie, you need to be careful,” you chastised with a small whine, “What were you even doing? If you hurt your fingers too much you won’t be able to play your show this week—“

“What the actual fuck are you wearing,” Eddie cut you off firmly, his eyes glued to your chest. “No, really, I’m gonna need an explanation sweetheart because it seems like you just want me to lose my goddamn mind.”

You looked down at the shirt, not really understanding what he meant. It was a little lower cut than shirts you normally wore, the tank top showing off a modest amount of your chest. “Eddie, I don’t know what you mean, I’m just wearing a shirt—“

He cut you off, surging forward to pin you underneath him again. It was something he did often, but the look in his eyes was something you’d never seen before. His eyes were swimming with frustration and something else you couldn’t quite place. “Sweetheart, that’s not a shirt, that’s fucking temptation,” he explained.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the pain in your chest as you tried to push him off – you knew he didn’t mean you, just the idea of you, “Come on, Eddie, I know you like this kinda shit in porn but it's me. I know you don’t like me—“

“Excuse me?” He asked, his eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline, “Babycakes, you’ve got me all wrong. I am so wildly in love with you I’m barely competent when you’re in the room. Why do you think I failed Mrs. O’Donnell’s class again last year? I couldn’t think about Hamlet with you sitting next to me.”

You stared at him, eyes wide and jaw dropped open in shock. “But y-you never said anything—“

“Baby I’ve made it obvious for years now. You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t realize when I’m constantly telling you how sexy you are,” Eddie rolled his eyes. His tone was verging on annoyed, which pissed you off — he was placing all the blame on you for not noticing him when he was busy not noticing you. 

“Hey! It’s not all my fault! Why do you think I always wear things you say you think are cute? I don’t do that for anyone else you know,” you defended yourself with a glare. “Plus, I asked your stupid ass to prom and you took me! How could you not realize I’m in love with you too?” It was Eddie’s turn to stare at you in shock, eyes going wide.

“I-I thought you just wanted me to feel less lonely because Gareth and Jeff had dates! I didn’t know you meant it,” Eddie stuttered, eyes going wide.

“Of course I meant it, Eddie, I’m not that mean,” you huffed, trying to throw his body off yours but he wouldn’t let you go, making you huff and turn your head away as you mumbled, “The fact that you’d think I would do all that just as a pity date is so gross and hurtful and—“

He cut you off with a kiss, lips slamming into yours with no remorse, his teeth clicking with yours from the sheer force of him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. His lips were soft — probably from the chapstick he continued to steal out of your bag — and his hand cradling your head felt right. His kiss consumed you, instantly going pliant in his grasp. 

“I don’t think you’re mean baby,” he smiled, pulling back to look over your breathless state with a smile, “I mean… you can be an asshole, but it’s just one of the things I love about you princess.”

“And what are those other things you love so much, hm?” You asked cheekily, nipping at his ear as you pulled him closer.

“Hm, well, let’s see,” he smiled, pulling himself out of your grasp to tower over you. You couldn’t help but stare up at him in awe; he always looked so pretty hovering over you. His dark brown eyes sparkling in the low light and dimples on display as he smirked at you. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, you little vixen. I mean fuck baby, when you look at me it’s like you unplug my brain. Sometimes, you bat your eyelashes at me in Hellfire and I’m ready to hand the campaign over to you, I mean shit, s’not fair. Even when you glare at me, it makes me wanna bend you over and fuck you till you cry.”

His words sent a wave of electricity through you, your body aching to touch him, “God Eddie I feel the fuckin’ same. Why do you think I did your chem homework so often? I almost dropped to my knees when you glared at me for taking the last beer last week. Would have let you fuck my throat, no questions asked.”

Eddie smirked, leaning forward and trapping you under him, one of his big hands grabbing your cheeks and squishing them gently, forcing your lips into an exaggerated pout, “God, the mouth on you. That’s another thing I love,” he groaned, pushing two of his fingers against your lips, your mouth opening for him instantly. Satisfaction grew in your chest as his eyes rolled back in his head, a grumble from deep inside him reverberating in the thick silence. “This fuckin’ mouth, princess. God, you can’t understand how many times I’ve thought about making you choke on me while you’re being a mouthy little brat, or fuck, when you pout at me to get what you want?”

“Wan’ it, Eds,” you mumbled against his fingers, pushing yourself deeper on his fingers, gagging slightly as you did.

“Yeah baby? You wanna fuck me? You wanna let me use your throat?” He cooed, making you whine and nod around his fingers. “So needy for me, huh? Such a pretty little thing, and you’re all mine, aren't you?”

You could only nod at him, eyes rolling back as you sucked on them lewdly. “Wan’ be yours,” you slurred, making him laugh, taking his fingers out of your mouth with a pop before wrapping his hand around your throat.

“Baby, you’ve been mine,” he grinned, watching you squirm on his bed. He had dreamed about this moment for years, you were the object of every fantasy he’d ever conjured, but fuck seeing you on his bed was better. He didn’t know if he could go back, but hearing you say that — he knew he didn’t have to. “Wanna know why I cut my finger open, hm? I was so distracted thinking about you I had to get myself off. I was thinking about those tits, that cute ass of yours, and fuck sweetheart, these legs. God these legs,” he groaned, rutting his bulge into your covered core, a pitiful whine coming out of your mouth.

“Please Eddie, I need it,” you pouted at him, your nails digging into his wrist as he tightened his fingers around your throat.

“This is the point of no return, sweet thing. We do this, you let me do this and I will never go back to just being your friend who has to jerk off in the bathroom every time we’re together. We do this and that means we’re together, got it?” He demanded, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

Being with Eddie was all you ever wanted, all you dreamed about. You wanted him to hold you and call you princess and know he meant it; know that it wasn’t a fantasy. “I want you Eddie, I want us. I’ve wanted there to be an us since that stupid campaign where you made me the damsel in distress and you pretended to be The God of Eternal Darkness who corrupted me and caused me to betray the party,” you smiled at him fondly.

“Baby, I know we’re past this now, but that was me flirting with you,” he smiled, patting your cheek, it almost would have felt condescending if the look in his eyes wasn’t so tender.

“Well maybe the mighty dungeon master should learn to be more—“ you rolled your eyes, but his grip on your neck cut you off.

“Now’s not the time to be a fuckin’ brat,” he glared at you, “I’ll give you one more chance before I decide to punish you to be a good girl.”

“Yes master,” you choked out, batting your eyes innocently.

He nearly growled at you, his eyes narrowing as he sucked in a breath. Everything stood still for a moment before his hands were gripping the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your body and flinging it to the side, leaving you breathless. 

“You just have to be mouthy don’t you?” He huffed, ripping off your shorts, leaving you completely exposed to him. You only had a moment to feel shy before his open palm was coming down on your cunt with a wet crack! You hadn’t even had enough time to process what happened when a broken moan was coming out of you. “I knew it, my dirty girl,” he smirked before his hand came down on the same spot again, “I saw that look on your face when I told you about that porno I saw, and you tried to deny it! But I knew baby, I knew you were perfect for me.”

Shame and lust filled your chest, sending heat up your neck while goosebumps broke out across your skin. Everything about the situation made you feel needy — you were completely at his mercy, and you loved every second of it. 

“I’m sorry, master,” you whimpered, but this time, the name was filled with sincerity. You needed him to touch you, to fuck you, and being a brat would get you nowhere with Eddie, you knew that.

“That’s more like it,” he hummed, sitting back on his heels smugly. “Will you let your master take control now? Fuck you like you deserve?”

“Yes, master, please,” you pleaded softly, making him smile at you fondly.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose as he dragged a single digit through your slit, coating it in your essence before bringing it up to his mouth. His finger disappearing behind his lips made you moan, your hips rocking against nothing as you watched him.  A startled yelp turned into a moan as his freehand came down on you again, the pressure on your clit making you cry out as you felt the stinging pleasure radiate through you. “Impatient little thing though,” he tutted, removing the finger from his mouth with a shake of his head.

Your eyes rolled back as his wet finger plunged into you slowly, the intrusion not too unfamiliar thanks to the dildo you had hidden in your room, but the warmth of Eddie’s hands on you was shocking. You knew you’d never get over the feeling of his hands splaying out across your skin, or his long fingers inside you.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out of you with a slick, wet sound. The loss of him made you cry out in desperation. His chuckle at your desperate sounds made you narrow your eyes at him, “What, you make cute little sounds, princess,” he smirked, “No need to be asham-ow!” He teased, but you cut him off with a sharp pull of his hair.

“Edward Munson, if you make fun of me while we are having sex ever again, I will make you regret it,” you seethed, and he nodded before grinning.

“So we’re gonna have sex, more than just this once… nice,” he nodded. You let the silence wash over you for a moment before you both were breaking into laughter, tears filling your eyes as he collapsed on top of you.

“You’re ridiculous,” you gasped, “You’re so lucky I’m in love with you.”

“You’re damn right I am, I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive, sweetheart,” he beamed, pushing himself forward to slot his lips over yours, his fingers burying in your hair to pull you closer.

You hummed against his lips, snaking your hands under his shirt, feeling his smooth, warm skin against you. His happy trail brushed over your tummy, making you giggle. He pulled away just enough to pull the Dio shirt over his head before falling back against you, getting his hair in your mouth as you laughed.

“Alright, we need to do something about this,” you mumbled, taking your hands through his hair tenderly, gathering it in a bun at the back of his head before sliding your hair tie off your wrist, and securing it into his curly brown mane. “There, now I can kiss you without getting a hairball,” you teased, but your breath caught in your throat when you saw how he was looking at you.

There was nothing in his eyes but pure, unfiltered love.

“I know I keep makin’ jokes ‘bout it, but if you wanna do this angel, there’s no goin’ back for me,” he sighed, “A-and I don’t mean you can’t say no, because that’s just gross and I’d never do that to anyone, let alone you, but I-I mean if we take this step—“ he rambled, but you cut him off with a soft kiss.

“I know, babe,” you breathed, “And I want to. I want you. I’m just worried it won’t be good for you, because I’m… you know… a virgin,” you shrugged sheepishly.

“Princess, you know I’m a virgin too,” he admitted, eyes softening, “I just watch a lot of porn.”

“I know you do, you dirty pervert,” you rolled your eyes, “But you still fingered that one girl last year, and ate out that other girl at the Hideout, so you have some experience,” you scoffed.

“I think it’s perfect,” he smiled, making you tilt your head in confusion, “We get to learn all of this together. You get to teach me what you like, what feels good,” he mumbled, burying his face into your chest. You felt his tongue on your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he littered kisses across your tits. “And then I’ll teach you what I like,” he whispered before sinking his teeth into your skin, earning a gasp.

“That sounds perfect, Eddie,” you sighed, letting him suck marks into your skin as his hands roamed your body.

His marks eventually trailed down your torso, his tongue mapping your stretch marks as he went, eventually ending up between your legs, a lazy smile on his face as he wedged his shoulders against your thighs. “Do you wanna find out what all the hype is about sweetheart? Gonna let me taste you? I bet you’re fuckin’ sweet,” he groaned unconsciously grinding into the mattress.

“Y-yeah, if you wanna,” you nodded sheepishly.

“Don’t be afraid to pull my hair angel,” he assured you, “And don’t even think about hiding those noises from me. I wanna hear how good you feel. And if you need me to stop, like you really need me to stop, just say hellfire,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

Whatever response you had died on your lips as his tongue swept over your slit, a choked moan tearing from your chest. “Eddie, fuck,” you sighed, throwing your head back. 

He simply moaned into you, his eyebrows furrowing as you unintentionally tried to wiggle away from him as his hands gripped you tighter, pulling you down so you were immobilized.

You couldn’t think, fuck, you could barely breathe as he ate you messily. The slurping sounds and his grunts were downright nasty but they made your flesh burn with lust. Eddie was everything you didn’t know you needed, you didn’t know you could miss. 

Eddie could think of nothing but you — the smell of you, the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of your silky thighs around his head and your fingers in his hair, and the sound of his name and squeals of pleasure leaving your lips. He’d never get over it. He wished he could film if, maybe you’d let him in the future. But then again, why would he need a film if he could just fuck you again? He knew you’d be perfect, perfect for him. 

He was obsessed. And he ate you with the same desperation he felt when he watched you casually flirt with other boys, the same desperation that caused him to steal panties out of your bag and fuck his fist whenever you fell asleep in his sheets. This moment was a culmination of years of longing and he refused to let it go to waste.

Eddie memorized every twitch and every moan, every thrust of your hips and which things made you try to run from him. His tongue breaching your fluttering walls made you sigh his name so sinfully he had to stop himself from shoving his hand into his pants, but your desperate whines when he circled your clit were otherworldly.

Because his tongue swirling on your clit felt like heaven; the pleasure was immense, and came quickly, but you knew the sensation would become too much soon, and then you’d be too sensitive to take him properly. You’d experienced it before and you were not letting a pesky bundle of nerves from fucking the man of your dreams.

“Eds, fuck, ‘m goddamn sensitive,” you squeaked, pulling his hair, “Not so much on my clit.”

He hummed and pulled away from your dripping center, eyes glassy and feral with want as your essence covered his chin, nearly running down his neck.

“I was right, sweetheart,” he smirked, “Sweet as I thought,” he said before dropping himself onto you again, trapping you in a filthy kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, teeth clicking against yours as he moaned.

“Please, Eddie, I can’t wait much longer,” you pleaded, “I want you inside me, please.”

Your words had him biting your lip harder than he intended to, accidentally cutting your lip as the metallic taste flooded his mouth. The taste mixed with the remnants of your essence swirling on his tongue made him nearly choke on his need to cum.

“Fuck, gotta be in you,” he slurred, pushing himself up off the bed. His hands shook as he pulled open his belt and nearly ripped his jeans trying to get them off his legs, boxers going with them. Once he had them off he stood at the edge of the bed, panting as he looked you over, before freezing. His eyes went wide before breathing out, “Condom, be right back,” before running into his room. You would have laughed if you didn’t find it so endearing.

He reappeared seconds later, eyes as wild as the grin on his face. But he kept standing at the edge of the bed, looking at you with a distinct hunger in his beautiful brown eyes. “Come on, Eddie, don’tcha wanna fuck me?” You teased, snapping him out of his trance with a moan.

“Baby, I’m tryin’ hard not to blow my load before I’m even inside you,” he said, throwing his head back.

“God that’s hot,” you moaned, “Next time, I want to watch you get yourself off, and I wanna feel you cum on me.”

“If you don’t stop talking it’s gonna become a reality,” he ground out through clenched teeth, glaring at you. You shrugged sheepishly, and he nearly growled in warning before ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolling it on.

In an instant, he was kneeling between your open legs again, rubbing his covered cock between your folds as you choked on your gasps. “Please Eddie, please,” you whined.

He said nothing, just aligned his cock with your hole and began to push himself into you. His thickness took your breath away, making you claw at the sheets and forcing high pitched squeals of pleasure out of you. “That’s right, take it baby, you’re doing so good for me,” he praised absently.

It felt like you were being split open, and it also seemed like he would never end. You knew he was long, and thick, but feeling him stretch you out felt like it took ages. But you loved every second.

You’d heard from other girls that their first times hurt, enough for them to cry or bleed, but this was a gratifying pain. And his hands steadied you, one on your hip and the other toying with your clit lazily.

He bottomed out with a satisfied sigh — he knew you weren’t in any pain. He’d watched you, eyes flicking between your face and his hardness disappearing into you the whole time, waiting for a flash of hurt or discomfort. But he never found it. He knew it — you were made for him.

“Move, do something, fuck, please,” you keened, rocking into him shallowly.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” he smirked before thrusting shallowly, watching your face for a reaction. When your moan tumbled out and your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, he began to go harder. Your moans quickly became louder and more desperate, urging him to let go of his restraint.

The sound of skin on skin, your whines, and his deep grunts filled his trailer, drowning out the tape he’d put on when you arrived. His fingers digging into your plush skin was the only thing keeping you coherent, your mouth hanging open as your eyes rolled back.

“That’s right angel, I’m fucking you stupid, aren’t I?” He asked. You could only nod, tears filling your eyes from the pleasure that was growing in your belly. “You’re mine baby, mine. And I’m yours. And I want you to cum for me, can you do that? I’m so close, I just wanna feel you do it for me,” he ranted.

You were sure you could have cum from his words alone, but the look in his eyes — the possessive gleam you couldn’t look away from — pushed you over the edge.

You came with a scream, your walls tightening around him like a vice, which caused him to cum with a shout, his arms giving out as he face planted into your chest with a heaving sigh. 

You laid in silence, both catching your breath as he softened inside you. Warmth filled your chest as he traced nonsensical patterns into your sweaty skin, your fingers toying with the curled ends of the hair that had escaped the haphazard bun you’d given him. 

“So, is it too early to ask you to marry me?” He joked, sending you both into a fit of giggles.

“Yes, too soon. Take me on a date first then ask me again,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he hummed happily, before he sat up with a gasp. “Babe, I know the perfect song for this,” he exclaimed.

You sighed, going boneless against the sheets. You knew Eddie wouldn’t let it go until he made his point. “Well go on then, I don’t know how—“

“I have waited a lifetime! Spent my time so foolishly, but now that I found you, baby! Together we'll make history! It feels like the first time! It feels like the very first time!” He began singing loudly, pulling your hair tie out of his hair and throwing his head back, shaking out his curls as you rolled your eyes, unable to stop the fond smile growing on your lips.

“You’re gross,” you shook your head, earning a laugh.

“Maybe, but I’m yours. And you’re mine,” he grinned, pressing his lips to yours.

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