#(maybe because i wasn't watching it sober lol)

[notonlymice]

Emilie de Ravin as Mary 'Mac' McKenzie in Santa's Slay (2005) [part 2]

[gabessquishytum]

This time it’s hob who has only ever had shitty partners.

Let’s be real, hob doesn’t always make the best choices. And he is kind of a slut who leads with his heart and enthusiasm, and that means he has some category 5 bad exes. He’s been cheated on, he’s been yelled at and demeaned, he’s been strung along and heartbroken. Sometimes they’ve been controlling or emotionally manipulative. He’s had his stuff stolen, he’s been kicked out of his apartment, he’s been sued…

The thing is, hob loves with his whole heart and that’s gotten him in trouble.

And dream haaaates watching it.

Dream has never liked any of hob’s partners. As hob’s best friend he has seen hob through break up after bad break up, asshole after asshole who have taken him for granted or used him.

After hob caught his last boyfriend balls deep in someone else on their anniversary, hob comes to dream and declares that he is swearing off dating forever.

Dream has heard this before. but the issue is that hob is built for a relationship. He’s sooo husband shaped. He just picks badly.

dream is going to put a stop to it. He offers to take hob out for a night on the town—not Dream’s thing—and by the end of the night he fully intends to seduce hob, fuck hob’s brains out, and finally get his chance to treat hob like he deserves to be treated (like a treasured slut/pampered househusband/beloved boyfriend). Forever.

I know for a fact that this ask is several months old, I can only apologise to anon for that. I still have over 300 asks in my inbox, and some things that i wanted to answer get lost among spam and junk mail. Maybe one day I'll have the courage to clear out my inbox... but not today, lol. Onwards, to the prompt!

Hob is definitely a nuclear disaster when it comes to relationships. He follows his heart, and as sweet as that it, he does tend to ignore the red flags. Dream wants to tear his hair out, honestly. Hob deserves the nicest things in the world, but his taste in partners is so atrocious! Dream needs to intervene - he refuses to watch yet another car-crash. He needs to marry Hob and get him off the dating market permanently.

It turns out to be shockingly easy. Hob is a little tipsy when he first realises that Dream is flirting with him, but by the time they get back to Hob’s flat at 1am he's stone cold sober and ripping Dream’s clothes off. He seems to find it hard to believe Dream’s reassurances that they can take it slow, it won't be just a one night thing, Dream wants to take care of him... Hob has heard all those things before, from people who let him down. He is so desperate for a tiny bit of love from Dream, and he's fully willing to risk his poor fragile heart. Poor thing - Dream wants to wrap him up in blankets and protect him from the world. Instead he settles for giving Hob an incredible series of orgasms via 2 hours of fingering and foreplay before finally fucking him until he cries. Hob hasn't had such good sex... maybe ever? It's the pleasure he's been chasing for many slutty, slutty years.

Hob is surprised to find Dream in the morning, cuddling him and reassuring him that it wasn't just a fling. Hob even cries a little, admitting that he thought he was going to lose his best friend, that he loves Dream so fucking much. Dream showers him in kisses and promises that he will ALWAYS be Hob’s best friend. Just. Maybe also his boyfriend? And husband, as soon as they can organise a wedding?

Everyone who knows Hob is thrilled to see him absolutely light up and glow, once he settles into a relationship with Dream. He still gets to be a slut, because Dream wants him 24/7. He still gets to be Dream’s best friend, too. And he often says that his relationships were so shitty before because they just weren't meant to be - Hob’s soulmate was there the whole time, watching and waiting. And now they're together, he knows what it really is to be loved. No one will EVER treat him badly again <3

[iwrite-sinsandtragedies]

Day 3 — Poppy ₊˚✧ ﾟ

Submission for @olba-week-event

MC: Ai/Sky

I wasn't actually going to do day 3 because I couldn't come up with an idea that didn't have Cove in the spotlight 😂 but inspiration hit me at the last minute so this one was a bit of a rush job, my apologies. On the plus side, Ai's little sailor onsie will forever give me life so that was a delight to work on. She had huge aspirations to become one when she was a kid - always wanted to be on a ship and had a lot of sailor themed things in her room (even tried to stow away on a ship once and actually succeeded, but only for a day before someone found her out LOL, the moms were not pleased). As you can guess though, meeting Mr. Shark-man Holden and his sea themed son was the highlight of her youth 🤣 she's had many long and very serious conversations with Cliff about buying a boat. She used her serious voice and her serious face and everything! Cliff could barely resist! He almost caved when Cove came in for back up but the moms brought up the stow away story and that sobered him up pretty damn quick LMAO Now, on a more personal moment here. My stepdad likes to retell this story of how we first met, whenever he's in an emotional enough mood 😂 I was a very impulsive kid (putting it mildly) and I didn't know him at all but, despite that, the first thing I did was run right up to him and hug him around the legs and say "Hello!" with my big smile and he had no idea what to do because he was used to people not being like that with him at all. Yet there I was, already liking him, not knowing how big of an impact that was going to have on him. He retells this story maybe once or twice a year and there's just something so genuinely soft and sweet about watching a 50 odd year old man still get moved to tears, years later, as he says "You chose me." like it still baffles him even now - especially when you know he's the type of man that doesn't rely on support or comfort from other people, but takes that comfort from you - the child he chose too.

Cliff feels like he's that type of man to me, tbh 💖 Maybe it's because I understand his background so easily or because he's always doing things that I recognise as responses to that background, but he reminds me a lot of my stepdad and a lot of myself too honestly. So, a big big Big part of me just loves the idea of this stubborn, independent, self made man who is always putting the comfort and happiness of others as his top priority also getting so damn emotional when he gets to sit down and do normal happy family things with the kids that love him so dearly as well. Like, I just want this man to look around at the people in his life and know, deep in his heart and soul, that they want him to be there 🥺 maybe his parents didn't, but they just missed out on everything that he had to offer honestly. The family he has now knows his value and it's not in what he's willing to do, but simply in him being who he is. That's worthy of love.

Anyways 😂 I could probably ramble on about Mr. Cliff Holden for hours if I'm not careful. So, I'll just leave this here and continue loving my two ocean boys unconditionally, as they deserve! 💖

[springwitch26]

green like her eyes (part 1) (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 2

summary: you and melissa enjoy smoking weed together to blow off steam from work. this time, things get really steamy.

warnings: sexual content (18+), recreational marijuana use, some emotional/romantic story elements (fluff? more like intense mutual pining), trippy scenes and a general dark aura at times but it's cute

notes: i'm back! consume drugs responsibly, folks. this story is different from my usual content and loosely based on an ex-situationship lol. part 1 sets up the relationship between mel and reader, and part 2 (hopefully coming in the next few days) will feature some more sexual tension and smut. comments and feedback appreciated as always 💚

melissa never would have guessed that you were as young as you were when she met you. unlike other teachers your age, you had a natural air of maturity about you. you were confident but not cocky, passionate (but not annoyingly so, like janine), and smart but not smug about it. in a word, you were cool. and melissa was hooked. with the natural chemistry between the two of you, you became fast friends.

you never meant for melissa to find out about your extracurricular interest in marijuana, but it just slipped out one day. you were too comfortable around her to hold anything back.

"god, what a week it's been," you mused, sitting on her desk as you watched her pack up for the weekend. "i just need to curl up on my couch, put on some netflix, and maybe smoke..."

"smoke what?" she asked reflexively, and you knew she was a keeper.

in the conversation that followed, you and melissa made plans to smoke together that night. what started as a fun experiment soon became routine stress relief. you'd go over to melissa's house every friday night and make full use of the weed from one of her many 'guys'. because melissa cared about your safety, she never let you drive home. you'd just have to sleep over. and since she wouldn't let you sleep on the couch—'the last thing ya need at your age is back pain!'—you would just have to sleep in her bed. with her.

with the introduction of this shared interest, your relationship with melissa became much more intimate. for starters, melissa's touches were always bolder on friday nights. while she wasn't shy about touching you sober—drifting her hand along your lower back as she brushed past you, rubbing your shoulders when you looked stressed in the breakroom—the touches were different after a joint or two. hungrier.

where you were a giggly and whimsical stoner, melissa was definitely a touchy one. you two would sit on her couch, practically on top of each other while you watched movies or played video games. you'd talk animatedly about whatever was happening on the tv; she'd watch your face and trace featherlight patterns on your thighs. and your belly. and maybe also the swell of your ass, when she thought she could get away with it.

she always could.

...

after the success of ava fest, the two of you were on top of the world. tonight's would be the best sleepover yet.

"we got lots to celebrate, sweet pea," melissa had covertly whispered in your ear as people filed out of the gym. you knew what she meant and your face warmed, causing you to look away bashfully. melissa thought you were the cutest thing.

when you let yourself in the front door that night, you were met with the mesmerizing sight of melissa rolling a joint on her kitchen counter. she smirked as you faltered in the doorway, eyes lingering on her working fingers. she rubbed the flower between her fingertips, and your mind betrayed you with a filthy image.

"y/n? you comin' in?" melissa's amused voice brought you out of your trance and you kicked your boots off, closing the door behind you. melissa didn't miss the way your skirt lifted and swirled with your movements.

"looking good, chef schemmenti," you gestured between melissa and the joint-in-progress. at this she smiled, trying not to stare at your breasts and legs as you moved closer in that damn outfit.

you leaned against the counter across from her, making sure to push your tits forward while doing so. you winked at melissa, whose cheeks had turned a shade pinker, and motioned for her to continue rolling up.

"thanks, hon. this stuff's supposed to be top-shelf. gelato, i think they said," melissa's south philly accent was clear as she spoke.

you smiled in appreciation. melissa knew you liked to research what you smoked before you got high on it. you picked up your phone to look up the strain, but then you saw melissa bring the paper up to her lips.

her tongue darted out and drew a line across the paper, allowing melissa to seal the joint. she held eye contact with you the entire time, and you swore she could read your mind. it was like she knew you were thinking about her tongue sweeping through your folds and circling your bundle.

you knew it was wrong; it had to be. she was your coworker, and so much older with more experience in every aspect of life. but that was exactly what attracted you to her.

"whaddaya say? wanna light this one up?" melissa held the joint up to your line of sight, an amused glint in her eyes.

...

minutes later you were standing on her balcony, huddled together to keep the wind from putting out the flame. melissa took the first hit, blowing an impressive cloud of smoke from her full lips and into the sky. you felt dizzy watching the way her lips curled into an 'o' around the smoke.

when she passed the joint to you, you were determined to prove yourself. you took a long inhale, and in seconds you were coughing furiously. melissa chuckled under her breath, but reached out to rub your back. her touch felt electric.

"you okay, hon? i would call an ambulance, but this community doesn't need to know what ms. schemmenti and ms. y/l/n do behind closed doors," she joked, drawing circles on your back.

"yeah, i'm alright," you rasped out, brushing tears from your eyes. "my lungs just need a break." melissa paused a moment at that, looking deep in thought.

"do you trust me?" she finally asked after a prolonged silence. you nodded firmly, staring deep into her probing eyes. they were as green as the trees in her backyard.

melissa took another hit of the joint and leaned in, and before you knew it her mouth was on yours. her tongue swiped along your bottom lip, and your lips parted to welcome her in. she blew a steady stream of smoke into your mouth, and you accepted it greedily.

"there. feel better?" melissa whispered as she pulled away from you. her pupils were blown, and you felt high on the look she gave you alone. you both grinned.

the rest of the session went that way. melissa would take sizable hits of the joint, then shotgun the smoke into your mouth for you. you didn't touch the joint for the rest of the night; if you wanted a direct hit, melissa would hold it up to your lips while her other arm rested on your waist.

melissa was right about the weed being high-quality. you felt like you were floating in her arms as she held you by the waist—keeping you upright in your disoriented state. as she finished off the last of the joint, you looked out at the woods behind melissa's house. the trees seemed closer to you now, and you felt like reaching out and touching the branches as they danced in the wind.

"honey?" melissa's soft voice echoed in your head and you turned to face her. her eyes seemed to swirl and sparkle like emerald pools. but there was also a dark edge to them, reminding you of the beckoning woods.

"let's go for a walk."

...

though it wasn't your typical pastime, you quite liked walking while high. your legs moved on autopilot, and you could hardly feel them carrying you across the dark earth. there was a walking path through the woods behind melissa's house. you strolled side-by-side with the older woman, leaning on her for support when your balance failed you.

"mel, look!" you grabbed her hand and stopped on the path, your other hand pointing up to the sky. "it's a full moon! pretty, right?"

"beautiful..." melissa responded, not at all looking at the moon. her gaze was fixed on your face, which seemed to glow under the moonlight. when her finger stroked the back of your hand absently, you shivered and looked back at her. the expression on her face was soft, even peaceful. with her mouth forming a half-smile and her eyes slightly unfocused, it seemed like she had finally dropped her guard. realizing she had been caught staring, melissa quickly pivoted.

"i always liked the sun better, though," she said as you both resumed walking. the moon's shine weakened then, as if obscured by a cloud. melissa stole a glance at you, noticing how your hair looked a shade darker in the dimmer light. she wanted to stroke it, hold it up to all different colors of light and watch its hues and highlights change.

"huh. why?" you wondered aloud. melissa considered your question a while before answering.

"because you can't run from it," melissa said plainly. "i never liked hidin' in the shadows. you can do that at night. but then the sun comes up, and it's bright and warm, and you can't stay down. you gotta wake up and be somebody."

you heard her words in every corner of your head, her deep voice flowing through you. maybe you were high, but there seemed to be a strong force—almost like gravity—pulling you towards melissa. not just physically, but mentally. you wanted to tell her how smart she was, how charming and powerful and fucking sexy. you wanted to tell her that she was the sun burning brightly at the center of your world.

unfortunately, in your hazy headspace, you couldn't find the words to express all this to her. but you sure tried.

"and the sun is hot and fiery, like you," you almost whispered the last two words, but melissa caught them. she brushed off the compliment with a low laugh and a squeeze of your hand, still clasped in hers.

"sure, hon," she murmured. then you started to feel the stirrings of a rainstorm. cold droplets of water kissed your head and ran down your torso, and you looked to melissa for guidance. by now, you two were pretty far from melissa's house; you'd need to head back soon to avoid getting soaked.

melissa gave you a nod and you both began to run back towards the house, the wind howling in your ears and water beating steadily on your joined hands.

to be continued...

[spookykoolkat]

eddie m. - you're just so sweet | 2

MDNI! 18+ ONLY! read at your own discretion!

chapter 2: i'm yours, you're mine.

part one here | main masterlist

pairing: older!eddie munson x plussized!reader

na: thank u for all the love on my eddie fics omg 🥹 especially on this series!! i've gotten a lot of love i appreciate it all and appreciate the feedback too omg pls let me know any suggestions or any comments! more parts to come!!

summary: it's been a few days since your last encounter with eddie and since you started avoiding him, so after your parents leave on a getaway trip, you decide to go out for drinks by yourself

warnings: age gap! (reader is 25, eddie is 43), body shaming, insecurities, self defense, alcohol use, face riding (f oral receiving), fingering, spanking, choking (lightly), p in v (unprotected) *this is fiction. wrap it up!*, breeding, and probably more but also a little bit of angst and fluff. *also was not proofread. and trying a new writing aesthetic style or something LOL*

after that night, two days went by and you refused to see him. how could you refuse to see him when he lived right next door to you? it was possible, you found. your parents ended up springing their real plan on you the morning after you had eddie's fingers buried in you. your father planned a getaway trip for him and your mother, and actually wanted you to watch the house until next monday. which means you have the entire house to yourself for a week, and nothing to do.

you were nervous to face eddie if you were honest. the reality settling in and realizing that maybe you did overstep. he was old enough to be your father for christ's sake, and yet for some reason you could not get him out of your head. you were obsessed with the way he looked at you, how he handled you as if he's known what you liked even without asking. in his presence, you felt like a dumb girl again. like you were 18 all over again, pining after your neighbor that you referred to as Mr. Munson until you were 20.

eddie on the other hand made it a habit to glance over at your house through his window every once and a while, wondering if he'd see you leave the house or meet with someone. he knew about your parent's trip and knew you were home alone, so he wanted to make sure you were okay. he knew that if you wanted to talk to him, you'd easily go over to his place and talk. but he knew you were avoiding him, for what reason? he couldn't figure it out.

it wasn't even because it was awkward after, seeing this man after you came on his hand. it was because you felt a bit self conscious if anything. you felt maybe he would think different when he was sober, and clear minded. maybe men really will fuck anything. you felt scared to face him again, in daylight this time, and not think about if he thought you were too big or too ugly. you felt like maybe he just wanted a quick fuck, something to get by. you wondered if he'd even try to talk to you, even though you were trying to avoid him. a part of you wanted him to show up anyways, ask you if you were okay and if you regretted it. he wanted to too. he wanted to see you and talk to you, to hear your voice again.

it was wrong, he knew. to be pining after his friend's daughter, to want her so unapologetically, to crave her. he didn't know what he was getting himself into when he pursued you. he didn't really think about it, though eddie doesn't think about much when deciding. he sure as hell couldn't have thought about it when you were right there, practically begging for him.

it was late already, around seven or eight in the evening when you decided you wanted to go for a drink. you figured the house would be okay for an hour or two until you get back, so you quickly got ready, putting on your usual black smokey eye makeup and your dark lipstick and putting on a tight fitting black dress that you seemed was casual enough. you put on black platform heels to match and grabbed your purse to leave the house. before leaving you check your hair in the mirror and run your fingers through it, fluffing it and fixing it to your liking.

finally, you're out of the house and you lock the door behind you before turning towards your car. you subconsciously catch a glimpse of eddie's house, seeing him standing on his porch with just a muscle shirt and his black jeans, smoking what you think is a joint. you don't give him a smile or a wave, you just watch him as he watches you get into your car and put your key in the ignition to drive off.

he was kind of upset actually. eddie, almost wanting to throw a tantrum because you hadn't spoken to him since that night and because you were dressed so sexy that he couldn't think straight. where could you possibly be going right now? it was almost night time, and you were stepping out on the town without him? he couldn't rack his brain for long thought because you took off and he has to be down at the bar in less than 20 minutes.

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you went to the local club/bar, it was more of a bar to you but you saw flashing lights and people dancing so you kind of just went with it. you made your way inside and straight to the bar, speaking over the music to ask the bartender for a drink.

"hi! yeah can i get uh, i'll take two tequila shots and whatever sweet alcohol drink you have," you smiled at the man as he complies, smiling back at you. he was far from ugly, around your age, and he was admiring you under the lights. he was no eddie, he had no tattoos, no piercings, and not a trace of weed coming from him.

"here you go, beautiful. on the house," he said and you blushed a little, taking a look at his name tag, jordan, it read.

"you flirting with me jordan?" you teased, scooting the drinks closer to you.

"something like that, do you want me to flirt with you?" he asked leaning into your space over the bar, and you smiled, not feeling what you thought you were supposed to be feeling.

"depends how you flirt with me," you said and took a sip from the fruity looking drink in front of you.

"hey can i get a drink?" a guy called out from the other side of the bar and he excuses himself, going to do his job.

it wasn't long before you downed your two shots of tequila AND your fruity drink. you ended up drinking another fruity cocktail before deciding to go to where the crowd was dancing and dance to yourself, with yourself. it had been thirty minutes of you dancing with random girls and guys, letting your body move the way you want and feel the music under the colorful LED lights. the buzz of the alcohol made it hard to focus on the music changing after about five minutes, but then you heard the static of a microphone and spinned your head to see where it was coming from.

"hope no one minds live music, m' name's eddie and we are corroded coffin, almost 20 years strong," the familiar voice that warmed the inside of your tummy. he was here. for some reason, you wanted him to notice you. you wanted him to know you were here as well, that maybe this was a sign for you to finally face him after two days. you worried you wouldn't have enough time with him since your parents come back in five more days.

two days of yearning. he missed you since that night, he couldn't stop thinking about you or your moans, the way your body looked against his, how tight you felt around his fingers. he was dreaming of you at this point, wondering why you hadn't said anything but took a while to realize that this is on him. he is older, and in this dynamic he holds all the cards. he didn't like that at all. he didn't want you to wait on him for an answer or a call, he didnt want you to wonder if you did something wrong that he didn't like. he should've reached out to you the morning after, instead he came to the house and grabbed a cup of coffee before your parents left, completely ignoring your presence in the house even though you were quietly upstairs, listening in on their conversation.

you were nervous for him to see you because from your stance, you can see him very well. he wasn't wearing the same thing he was wearing when you left your house, now he wore a graphic black t-shirt that had the faded words 'metallica' on it and black straight leg pants that he seemed to love. he was so sexy like this, his fingers strumming his precious guitar as his voice boomed through the speakers, how deep into performing he got. you could tell he seemed eager, like he was feeling his music through his body and it controlled him.

you actually liked his music, and it did made you want to dance and head bang, but as everyone danced and eventually formed a small pit away from you, all you could do was stay still and watch him in awe. you stood there for about five minutes, listening to his songs and the sensual lyrics that poured from his lips. you noticed how his eyes never really left the center of the room, but with his lips pressed against the mic his eyes fell on you, and he almost had to do a double take. you were one hell of a distraction, and as you stood there in a tight little black dress with your black heels that added at least five inches to your height, your breasts pushed together and your curved and rolls being hugged—he was going feral onstage.

he felt embarrassed for a mild second. he felt ridiculous losing his mind over someone so young, someone he's never thought of in the way he does now. he wasn't a teen anymore, did he even have the right to lose his mind the way he did?

you couldn't shake the feeling of his eyes on you while he sung and screamed into his mic. you felt like he was undressing you as you stood, or maybe picking you apart, realizing maybe you weren't as pretty or attractive as he thought he did. you couldn't take it anymore, and you go to find a seat at the bar, meeting jordan once again.

"another fruit cocktail, sweetheart?" he asked and you wanted to cringe. it didn't sound right falling from his lips, his eyes meeting yours will never feel the same as your eyes meeting eddie's.

"yes please, can i also get another two shots?" and he nodded, getting your drinks as you crossed your arms on the bar. he brought you back three glasses, one large for your cocktail and the others being shot glasses.

"you here all by yourself?" he asked and you nodded, taking your shots without chasers this time.

"well, i'm off in fifteen minutes, you need a ride baby?" he asked and before you could answer, you felt a body stand next to you and put his band at your lower back. you didn't even notice the music changed back to the regular DJ, and now eddie stands next to you in all black, heat coming from his body.

"she's good, she's got a ride." eddie said without looking at you, only holding you from your back.

"and who are you, her father?" you almost giggled at jordan's remark but refrained, you didn't want to make eddie mad. any more mad than he already was.

"why don't you fuck off huh? you wouldn't even be man enough to handle all of her, you're the last fuckin' thing she needs," he spit and jordan threw his towel down and scoffed.

"yeah, like anyone'd be man enough to handle someone as big as her." before your fuzzy, tipsy mind can comprehend what you're doing, you grab the remnants of your drink and reach over the bar to splash him in his face, all of the ice hitting his nose and eyes.

"fuck you," you said, throwing the glass over the counter and listening to it break as you turn to move past eddie. but, eddie notices that jordan was a bit unhappy. he stormed around the bar to try to reach for you, and you turned around to see him charging at you. before eddie could even try to move in front of you to protect you, your hand reaches inside your bra and pulls out your usual all black pocket knife and flick it open with your wrist.

"woah, wait," eddie tried and attempted to grab you, but for some reason you were a bit slippery for him. you moved past him and charged at the man who was cussing at you, until he saw the blade in view and the demeanor of his face changed from angry to frightful.

"what? you're quiet now huh? where were the fuckin' balls you had two minutes ago? you're a fucking pussy," you said, holding the knife pointing away from you in a fist, your hands raising up in a defensive way. you didn't back down from anyone or anything, and you would rather die than let a man think he's able to do things to you with no consequences.

"let's go," eddie grunted as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hoisted you up after seeing everyone begin to record and grab their phones to call the police.

"no fuck that, fuck you! you fucking asshole," you yelled in eddie's arms at the man who thought he could disrespect you and get away with it. you formed saliva in your mouth and spit at him before eddie could drag you far enough and it landed on his face, bringing a smile to yours and forcing a laugh to bubble from your throat.

he needed to get you out of there before you get arrested, so he took your keys from you before grabbing your knife and folding it back up again, then putting you in the passenger seat and buckling you in.

he kind of smiled getting into your car, the little knick knacks and the cheetah print steering wheel covered made him snicker even more. this whole situation was so insane to him, that he truly thought he'd be coming to your rescue from a fucking asshole guy. he also questioned your father, remembering back to when he came to eddie's home asking him to watch you, make sure you stay out of trouble. it made him wonder how much trouble you truly get in usually and if it was more than just sleeping with your dad's friend. but tonight, he understood.

"what is so fucking funny," you hiccuped as he quickly started the engine and drove out of the parking lot and towards your cul-de-sac.

"you, sweetheart. you're is what's so fucking funny," he chuckled, deciding to turn up the radio to see what was in the disc slot.

"what do you know about Alice in Chains?" he asked curiously, listening to man in the box on the radio.

"why'd you have to pull me away," you groaned and shifted in your seat with your eyes closed. you weren't drunk, but you weren't sober, and you were tired.

"because if we stayed, you'd be in jail for that little stunt you pulled with the knife," he said as he stopped at the red light. he looked over to you and saw you sitting with your legs crossed, leaning onto the door of the car. he saw the way your dress rose up on your thighs as your body was positioned in a way to hike your dress up.

"he fucking deserved it, so arrest me! it was funny too. fuckin' asshole." you said, more towards the bartender but also to him.

"fucking pussy, ugh fuck i can't stand a lot of men. think they can just treat women like shit and get away with it," you kept on. your mouth didn't stop as your anger kept flowing, until eddie cut you off.

"yeah he did, and i would've fucked him up myself for saying that to you. what if he hurt you?" he said and you laughed to yourself.

"well you didn't, and he didn't hurt me." you said but then you felt angry towards eddie, "you don't know me, you don't even care except for the fact that my dad told you to look after me. you just want a quick lay from a younger girl because you can," you were sobering up a little as he continued the path to your house. you knew what you were saying wasn't true, at least you tried to believe it wasn't true.

"you don't know what i need. i don't need you." you finished.

"is that what you think? really?" he asked, but no anger on his words. he was genuine, sincerely asking if that's what you truly believed. that he only wanted you because you were young and 'easy'. but nothing about you was easy. you were faaaar from easy.

"why didn't you talk to me that morning?" you whispered as you opened your eyes back up to watch the city move past you.

"what do you mean?" he asked, but he knew. he just didn't want to admit it to himself.

"you know what the fuck i mean. i mean, that morning after you fingered me in my back yard, you just-," you breathed and started to try to cover yourself with your arms. "-you just looked at me. you didn't say hi, or good morning. you didn't even look at me like i was just someone you knew. you just looked at me with nothing. so i avoided you. i went back to my room and sat there. listened to you and my dad, and heard nothing from you. not even a slight tone in your voice voice that you have the same weight of what we did hanging over your head. like nothing happened."

he let you speak, and he listened. his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel and felt his anger creep up his neck as he could practically hear your heart breaking into two. he was fucking angry with himself.

"i, baby, just listen-" he tried but you shook your head enough for him to see.

"no, eddie. we don't have to talk about it. just take me home please," you begged and continued to stare out of the window, waiting to finally see your house creep into view.

the rest of the ride was silent except for the music playing in the background. eddie was unbelievably upset with himself, trying to rack his brain about how he could let himself be this dumb. he knew you were young, he knew how this could look, he knew this was going to effect you more than you think. but he didn't know it effected him just as bad. he craved someone that should be forbidden, he dreamed of someone who could do so much better than an old man.

soon, eddie pulled into your driveway and got out of the car immediately, slamming the car door making you jump. you lazily unbuckled your seatbelt and reached for the door before it was pulled from you, eddie going to grab you and carry you to the door bridal style. he managed to unlock the door and take you inside quickly, shutting the door behind him and going upstairs to your room. you snuggled into him regardless of what was said in the car, wanting some sort of warmth. for some reason you felt cold everywhere, and you needed someone to help you warm up like he could. and he smelled so good. he smelled like smoke, weed, and cologne like always. a little bit of sweat, but it was granted given his onstage performance.

he settled you into your bed and you refused, sitting up way too fast before you dragged your hand through your hair.

"you think i didn't want to talk to you? i didn't know how else to act. i'm an old man sweetheart, an old man with a bad temper and a grumpy look to em'. you, are the only thing that has made me ache." he said, moving from your bed down to his knees, resting his elbows on the bed in front of you.

"i should've talked to you. i should've made it normal but i made it awkward." he said and reached for your hands but you're reluctant.

"you could have anyone eddie," you began, looking at your fingers. "why would you want me? i'm insane. i'm actually crazy and i can't be looked after. i'm fat and i know that nobody really likes fat girls. i like how i look, i love fat girls myself. but i have everyone in my ear telling me i'm not pretty, yet here you are, telling me everything i wanna hear." you said and looked at him, his eyes never leaving yours.

"you tell me i'm pretty, that i'm sexy. that you, eddie munson, the guy everyone had a crush on, wants me?" you said and saw his hands reach for yours again.

"how many times do i have to tell you that you are nothing but fucking gorgeous? you are fucking unbelievable, princess. you think i don't like your body? that i dont like you and your fucked up attitude?" he asked, getting up from his knees and instead pulling you up with him, turning so that the back of his knees are at your bed. he sits with you standing between his legs and his hands resting at the backs of your large, wide thighs.

"what must i do for that pretty little head of yours to believe me when i say i think i could stare at you for hours?" he asked, his eyes no longer on yours but now on your tummy, and the way yours tits looked in this dress. most of all, the curve of your sides and how the dress hugged you in all the right way, he couldn't help but rub his hands all over your thighs and ass, to your waist and your back as he pushed his face into your stomach.

"i just fucking love feeling you, angel," he murmured as he felt you shakily breathe in, your hands deciding to rest at his shoulders.

"let me take care of you, baby. let me make you forget anything negative anyone has ever said to you. i know you can take care of yourself, but let me do it take care of you. tonight and until you want me to get out of your life," he said and thought his hands roaming all over your body was so seducing and the thought of his hands buried in your cunt again sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core.

you wanted to fight back, to tell him to let go of you and leave. but the truth is, you could get out of his grasp in the time it takes to blink. you didn't want to fight back. you wanted the man that had his face to your tummy with his hands slowly reaching up your dress.

"why would i want you out of my life?" you asked, your hands still at his shoulders as he grabs all over you and rubs over every crevice.

"mm, don't know, maybe it's just too much for you to handle, me being so attractive and all," he joked, making you laugh under your breath. he felt the vibration of your body and went to bite the curve of your hip and you winced, just because it was unexpected.

"you're a fucking asshole," you mumble, your hands going to his hair to tug.

"i know, baby, i'm working on it," he said and you couldn't help but break into a smile. he groaned when you tugged his hair, a groan you hadn't heard before but it sent you to think of what other noises comes out of his pretty throat.

"i didn't know you were in a band." you said as he pressed kisses into you over your dress.

"mhm, i am." he responded and grabbed two handfuls of your ass.

"is that why you're so good with your hands?" you asked, rubbing his head as your tits practically sat on it, and squeaked when you felt his fingers creep under your dress and to your clothed cunt from behind. he had to spread your cheeks, doing so to where he can rub you in your hugging position.

"i'd like to think so, but who knows. maybe my hands just were made to please you," he said and softly tried to bite your tummy.

"eddie," you moaned out as you felt him apply pressure to your clothed cunt.

"yes baby?" he asked as he pulled his face away so he could meet your eyes again.

"please, i want it," you whimpered as you pushed your tits in his face. he didn't even try not to look, he faced them and even left kisses on them.

"tell me with words, honey. what do you want? what can i give my sweet girl?" he asked, wanting to hear it from you yourself. he kept craning his neck to kiss the skin exposed of your tits, moving to just face plant straight into your cleavage. he just stilled, all his movements stopped and you got a little worried.

"eds? you okay?" you asked as you tilted your head down to see his mop of hair just on top of your chest, but you can feel his entire face in your cleavage.

"huh? yeah uh, fuck, sorry, you just looked perfect in this dress. it does a lot for these," he said as he pulled away to grab some air and cups them with both hands as he finished his sentence. he was a bit in awe, again. his large hands didn't even cover 2/3 of your tits, there was just so much he felt like a kid in a candy store.

"it's why i wore it, i like how it makes me look," you said as you stared into his eyes. your hands came to rest on his cheeks as your fingers rubbed over the stubble he had, seeing he hasn't shaved or bothered to upkeep his facial hair. you could see the grey and black peppered in his stubble, showing his obvious age, but not enough where you could ever think of him as an old man.

"tell me what you want," he said again, his hands resting at your hips and you smile.

"i'll give you anything you want, sweet girl. i'm all yours."

"i want you to fuck me however you want. show me how pretty you think i am," you said and with puppy dog eyes and whine, "please fuck me eddie."

eddie was trying hard to control himself with you standing between his legs, begging him to fuck you. you didn't even have to ask twice, he would've did it in a heartbeat. but he was worried, worried he wouldn't be able to do what he really wanted.

"what?" you saw the look on his face like he was contemplating something.

"are you sure? baby, i don't wanna make you uncomfortable." he said and you looked at him with an serious look on your face.

"i saw how mad you got in the bar because that guy called me fat. is it bad if i said i wanted you to fuck me in the restroom there?" you said, hoping he'd get the hint. you wanted him to be rough with you, at least once, so you know what he truly likes.

eddie's entire demeanor changed while looking up at you, his eyes grew a bit dark and his fingers squeezed tighter on your hips

"is that right?" he asked, standing up and spinning you around so that he can push you onto the bed and straddle your hips. while on top of you, he removed his shirt and threw it across your pink room. he put both hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

"you wanted me to take you in the restroom? would you have let me taste this pretty pussy in there too? maybe my angel isn't the angel i thought she was," he teased darkly, his lips going straight to your neck as he kissed and sucked on it, clearly leaving more bruises than before.

"ed-" you started but was soon cut off by a squeeze of your throat. you could feel your pussy clench around nothing, the way he watched as he choked you slightly.

"uh-uh, you've done enough talking tonight. you ran that little mouth of yours all night, hm? didn't expect that from my pretty girl," he said and took his hand from your throat, down to under the little black dress you wore.

"you want me to touch you right here princess?" he asked and you nodded frantically, trying not to make a noise.

"you gonna let me do as i please with this pretty cunt you have? i just have this urge to stretch you out, make you all nice and ready for my dick," he said against your cheek as he rested on his other arm, his hand dipping into your panties before pulling them down your legs as he went with it. now he's positioned in between your legs on the bed, your legs bent at the knee and his arms curled around your hips, gripping the tops of your thighs and your tummy that he finds so sexy.

he loved this position, and missionary, because he got to grab onto you and watch you until you can't go anymore. the way he grips onto your thighs as he admires the slick coating that was building up on your slit.

"m'sorry, i didn't shave and, she's kinda fat," you said, embarrassed. you wanted to give a headsup in case he was unable to find your clit, knowing it took a lot to spread the lips to really see your hole.

"even fuckin' better, don't tell me none of those little boys you've fucked never found the clit?" he said, looking up at you as you situate a few pillows behind your head so you weren't looking up at the ceiling. you wanted to see him.

"uh, they–i haven't really had anyone go down on me." you said as you moved your hands to your lips, biting on your nails.

"my, vagine, is fatter than most skinny girls. so, i don't know they don't usually gravitate towards that." you finished as he moved his position. you kind of started trying to close your legs again, his eyes going between you and your pussy.

"don't do that shit again, keep those legs open for me," he said as he slapped the bare cheek of your ass which made you pull your legs apart again. he situated between your thighs again before using both hands to push your legs further up, almost coming to your chest and you used your arms to hold your legs in place like that.

"look at that, fuck baby, you've been saving all this for me? i gotta say, i'm kind of glad none of those pricks went down on you." he trailed as he started to trace your pussy lips with his finger.

"wh-why?" you breathed shakily , watching through your legs.

"cus i'll be the first and the only one to ever taste this pussy," he replied and moved his lips down your thighs and over your pussy lip, moving his finger to tease your hole before finally dipping one inside of you as he used his other hand to spread your lips.

"fuck, look at you baby," he said, mostly to himself. he's so distracted and devoted to your pussy he doesn't even care that you've been talking this whole time, making noises left and right.

he manages to spread you open enough to see the nub of your clit and your labia, down to your hole that clenches around his one finger as he pumps it in and out of you.

"just like that, you're taking my finger so fucking good," he groaned as he watched you. he was rock hard and felt his dick strain against his jeans, almost uncomfortable but he didn't care.

your moans and throaty groans echoed throughout the room that was only lit by the christmas lights you had outlining your room, and a small dim lamp that was on the dresser across the room. you couldn't deal with how his finger felt inside, still not full enough but it still made your back arch as you cried out for him.

"what baby? you want my tongue? want me to eat this pretty pussy up?" he taunted and you cried.

"yes, please eddie please, i want your tongue, please eat me," you moaned, your eyes never leaving his even though yours flutter closed every once and a while. it felt like you were high, like you were fighting to keep them open.

"mm, i'm gonna need more than that," he decided and you huffed, which made him smirk as he added another finger inside. he noticed it was a little painful for you, but he just slowed down then sped up when you were ready.

"fuck, eddie please eat me out, i need it, please i wanna cum on your face, please let me cum for you," you cried out as you started to feel your arms give out around your legs, the pleasure of eddie's two digits weakening you to hold yourself up. eddie saw, and quickly used his other arm to press your legs to your chest.

"whatever you want, princess," he said and removed his fingers, using them to spread your pussy and flattening his tongue from your hole to your clit. but just as the pleasure started hitting you, he stopped and let your legs fall to their relaxed position.

"eddie what the hell?" you asked as you moved your arms on the bed, and he quickly took the opportunity to remove his jeans so that he's just in his boxers.

"i have realized that i need you sitting on my face. right fucking now," he demanded and of all things, laid on your floor.

"what are you doing??" you asked. you were so confused, a little drunk still, and hazy from the pleasure he was just giving you.

"stand up, and put your pretty pussy on my face. now." he demanded, watching you intently. you obliged, getting up from your bed still in your heels, and you walked over to where you were standing over his face. he could still see your pussy and the way your wetness was dripping down your leg, he couldnt help but groan at it. he needed you on his tongue right now.

"what if i hurt you eddie?" you asked seriously and he grabbed onto your calves, stating up at him as you stared down at him, your face barely peeking over the mounds of your breasts. you looked so delicious, he could eat your pussy until he fell asleep and would want to wake up right again between your legs.

"i really don't care baby, i want it, let me have it baby," he encouraged, gripping your calves and you reluctantly squat down just hovering over him.

"what'd i say? i said sit," he barked and it made you move to your knees now, still hovering and he spanked you, wrapping his arms around each leg and forcing your body down to literally sit on his face. you let out a small squeak as you feel his lips pressed against your pussy that's spread due to your legs being so far apart.

eddie wasted no time, his tongue swirled around your clit and labia as you stayed still on his face. he could tell this was new for you, so he grabbed your ass with both his hands and encouraged you to grind against his face.

"fuck, eddie, what-fuck oh my god," you said as you looked down over your breasts, his eyes only on you. he was devouring you, and when you finally got a whiff of confidence, you felt your hips grinding into his face trying to reach your own high.

"it feels sooo good, fuck eddie, please keep going," you begged as you moved your hands to your chest and moved the straps of your dress down your arms so you can allow your breasts to fall out of your dress. you needed that feeling of playing with your nipples while eddie sucks at your clit, moving his tongue to pass over your clit over and over.

you couldn't control yourself, the way he looked where you could only see his eyes and the bridge of his nose, and how you felt his hands start to move all over your body once you started to ride his face. you felt the way he started to lap up your juices and start to run his tongue from your hole to your clit as your grinding got more messy, not even worried now if he can breathe or not. he moved your own hands from your boobs as he replaced them, playing with them and toying with your nipples as he starts to focus his attention back to your clit.

"eddie please, it's-it's too much," you whined as he moved his lips to take your clit into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub. you weren't used to having this much pressure between your legs and you started to get needy. the feeling of your horniness and neediness becoming stronger and stronger as you watched eddie look blissful as he played with your tits and ate you out like a starving man.

he wanted so desperately to tell you how beautiful you looked riding his face, how sexy it was that you were this soaked for him, how he never wanted to let you go. it was dangerous. he was getting obsessed with every grind, every moan, every whimper that was whined just for him. the noises that felt out of your mouth felt oddly unlike you, you felt like you could moan as loud and as much as you wanted since it was just you and him. and here he was, in your girly pink room, eating you out as you rode his face on your floor. it was intoxicating, and it was something that made you want to ride more than just his face.

"mmfph, fuck baby i'm—oh my god—i'm gonna cum, please don't stop, dont fucking stop," you cried out as your hands went to his hair, tugging and pulling as you tried to ride your high go completion. it didn't take much when eddie was watching your body wiggle and squirm over him for you to cum, and it didn't take eddie much to want to cum all over you, and in you. he kept sucking at your clit and licking over your hole as you grinded on his face, until he noticed your body starting to tremble a little, and that's when he started to flick his tongue over your clit with every movement as you slowed down.

"i'm cumming, baby fuck i'm cumming," you moaned and left your mouth hanging open as you tightened your grip in his soft curls, riding his face rougher to where you can feel his nose rub past your clit as his tongue flattened against your warm cunt, wanting you to use his face as you pleased. you felt it build up in your tummy and the way your thighs tightened around his head, your body halted and you felt yourself come undone on his tongue as you moaned and cried out from the sensation.

eddie just watched you, soaking in every detail of the way your tits looked when you shook, how your thighs almost suffocated him when you squeezed them shut from the tingling feeling lingering on your clit. you could feel everything throbbing, and if you moved you felt like you could cum again. eddie could probably say he was in love. he was obsessed. he knew there would be nothing to compare to watching you cum on his tongue. he also knew this image was going to be burned in his mind and his jack off material for the next three months.

you finally composed yourself as you still sat on eddie's face and suddenly remembered your hands were in his hair and your thighs were practically cutting off his air supply, so you clumsily moved yourself from his face and landing onto your bare butt next to him. your legs were still thrown over his chest since you couldn't bring your legs to your body because of how weak you felt, but he just sat up with his hands on your legs and faced you, a dumb big grin on his face.

"i need that again," he said and your big doe eyes turned into panicked ones, you weren't sure you were ready to do that again right now. you knew your clit was sensitive, and you felt yourself try to calm yourself down, but the minute eddie moved to be in front of you, looking at your position and how you looked, you felt that electricity go straight to your pussy again and you whimpered a bit.

"what baby, you wet again for me?" he asked and moved your legs apart to see your fat pussy again, making him groan and take his lip between his teeth.

"fuck, i need to feel you around me princess, get on the bed," he said and stood up from his spot, lending his hand down to grab yours and pull you up into his body.

"i got you, baby. okay? trust me. i'll never let you go," he said as he stared into your eyes. even though his hard on is pressing into your bare hip right now all you can think about is him. how beautiful he looked all flustered and hot, how believable he was. you craved him over and over again and so did he. he wished to wake up next to you in his empty bed, seeing your back turned towards him before scooting next to you and pressing kisses into your back. dreamed about having you on his lap in the kitchen as he drinks his coffee and reads his old man newspaper. he wondered if you wanted him the same way he wanted you.

he couldn't be rough with you even if he wanted to. because truthfully, he wanted to enjoy his time with you. he wanted to cherish you, to hold you, to see you as he bottoms out inside. he wanted to worship your body and mark you as his, to make sure everyone knows that someone is tasting you and fucking you how you deserve. he wanted to fuck you hard, and fast, and tell you how good of a slut you were for him. but he only found himself ever at your mercy, unable to hold his dominance over you because truthfully, you held it over him.

eddie was at your disposal. he'd do everything and more to see a smile on your face, to know you were feeling good. he couldn't fuck you rough like he did every other girl, at least not right now. this was going to be your first time fucking him, and an older man in general, and he refused to make it degrading and pure sexual intentions. he needed you to know how much he craved to be inside of you.

eddie moved the rest of your dress down your legs and to your ankles, helping you step out of it and telling you to sit so he can take your heels off too. you were drunk off of pleasure, love? maybe. watching this man move his hands up and down your legs as he moves to undo the straps of your heels and removing them made you feel something you'd never felt before.

to see him move your feet so he can press kisses into them, and up your legs so he can caress and touch your bare body. he stood back up and laid you back on the bed where your pillow rested, and slipped off his boxers as he came to hover on top of you. but when he began to move towards you he saw you start to try to turn over, assumingly on your tummy

"no, none of that doggystyle shit right now. i wanna see you, let me see that pretty face baby," he said and moved to trap you while he hovered over you. he pressed kisses into your face and down your jaw, to your neck and chest area. he didn't want the first time he's inside of you with your head turned away from him, he wanted to watch you come undone, to see your face and all of your body unfiltered. he had a thing for the way your tummy looked even if you thought he didn't like it.

"do you want me to use a condom, baby?" he asked as he kissed over your skin. he had one just in case of course, wanted to be prepared for anything.

you didn't think about it, and even though you were on birth control the only thing you thought about was feeling the way he would fill you up.

"no, please i wanna feel you. wanna feel you cum inside me please," you whimpered as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, feeling his tip skim against your pussy lips and you jolt a bit.

"you're gonna fuckin' kill me," he groaned as he moved back to face you, watching your fucked out expression and how flushed your face looked. he couldn't believe what he was doing, what he was saying, who he was saying it too. in many ways it felt wrong, it felt almost criminal. not legally, but because of your father. he was worried about what would happen after this, what does this mean for the two of you?

"please, fuck me, i need you eddie i need your dick inside me," you begged with no mercy. you had no shame anymore, every ounce of resistance and pride you had was shot down. you couldn't resist begging for him as he teased your hole with his length. you managed to look down between the two of you and saw the sight of him positioning his girthy length into you.

he was even bigger than you imagined. the minute he took his boxers off you snuck a look, seeing the way it bobbed with every move and how angry and red his tip looked. he was thicker and bigger than most of the guys you'd be with, but definitely would rank the best of everyone.

"i'm gonna give it to you baby, you ready? you can take my dick?" he asked as he slowly went in and out of you with his tip, staring at you with nothing but lust and love.

"i can, please i can be good and take it all," you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and reaching to rub his cheek with your thumb.

"give it all to me, please, stretch me out like you wanted to," you said in a sultry tone, bucking your hips to his to try to make him go deeper.

"whatever you want princess, i'm yours," he said and started to slowly push himself into you, moving one of your legs up to your chest to get a better angle as he pushes further into you. he could feel the resistance of your cunt around him, how tight you truly were, and how much he was trying not to bust right then and there watching your face contort with your mouth hung open. eddie couldn't believe he could find you any sexier, but then you start to claw at his back and intertwine your fingers in his hair, telling him how good he feels being inside of you.

"fuck, i can feel it, you're stretching me so good baby," you moaned and watched as his face contorted to unbelievable pleasure. he refrained from fucking into you like a bunny because frankly, he needed to watch you. he needed to hear you and feel the way you felt around him without having the need to fuck you like he hated you.

"oh m- fuck angel, you take my dick so fucking well," he grunted as he finally managed to get balls deep inside of you, your body suddenly feeling tight and full of him. you practically felt him in your stomach, and without him even moving you felt his length and girth make you twitch and shake a little. it was a lot, way more than you were ever used to and he noticed.

eddie noticed everything about you. he saw your freckles when he was up close, he saw the blush creeping up from your neck to your cheeks, and he saw the expression on your face when you finally felt him give his all to you.

"you okay, baby?" he asked gently, moving your hair from your face and rubbing your cheek.

"mmhm, you're just so fucking big," you whined and shifted a bit to get more comfortable in your position with him still inside of you.

"you're so good for me, taking all of me in that pretty pussy, look at that," he said as he started to slowly pull out before slowly pushing back in.

"is that okay baby?" he asked and you moaned in response, the feeling of losing him just for him to fill you back up again was incredible. you couldn't believe he was inside of you like this, reaching places nobody ever has before you were practically a virgin.

"s' good, it feels so good, please-," you pleaded breathlessly, "please fuck me," you said and he kissed the cheek of your face and kissed down to your neck.

"anything for you," he mumbled and started to pick up the pace of his thrusts into you. you felt like you could feel the head of his cock hitting the spot that you yourself could never reach, and arched your back into his chest. eddie instinctively snakes his arm around your thick waist to hold you in place while he fucks you into the bed. his pace was hard but not incredibly fast, it was just at the right pace for you to feel it in your lower stomach.

"you looked so fuckin' pretty for me tonight, so fuckin' gorgeous," he grunted as he watched your tits bounce with every thrust, and he moved one hand to one of your nipples so he could play with them, like he did when you rode his face.

"please, fuck, eddie oh my god," you whined as his pace went quicker, now moving your legs to wrap around his waist as he holds himself up with his hands on either side of your head.

"talk to me, tell me baby," he encourages as he takes one hand strokes your face. you don't say anything because you physically cant, not with the way he's basically fucking the wind out of you. you just grab his large hand and place it on your neck.

"ohh, that's what my girl wanted huh?" he said with a shit-eating grin, you wanted to smack him. but the way his index finger and pointer finger pressed on one side of your neck while his thumb stroked the skin then pressed down, you couldn't think. you couldn't breathe, you couldn't fully capture this image of eddie fucking into you in your own bed while he choked you.

"eddieeee," you draw out as he looked down between the two of your sweaty bodies, watching how delicious it was to see his dick stretch you out ridiculously. he released your throat and pressed kisses into the skin of your neck, kissing over the slight bruise he created with his hand.

"you gonna cum f'me baby?" he asked, too drunk on pussy to really focus on anything else but you. he felt the way you clenched and pulsated around him and you almost lost him, he felt like he was a goner the minute he pushed you against that wall. he saw your hand go down to your clit to relieve some pressure, and he pretty much knew you were close.

"it feels, fuck i feel so full of you eddie," you panted, keeping your eyes on his and nothing else as he pounds into you. it almost felt like the recoil of the bed with every thrust made it easier to keep a steady pace, and it made you feel yourself build up that burning desire you've had for hours now.

"youre stretching me out so fuckin good," you cried as your eyes glossed over, feeling pleasure and pain as his cock splits you in half. you still hadn't gotten used to the size, or the way he holds you in his grasp.

"yeah? come on baby, cream on this dick, i need all of it pretty girl, my pretty girl," he said and reached down to kiss your lips, moving his slowly and obscenely against yours. he wanted to devour you whole, to taste you over and over again. you were his favorite flavor.

"please, please please make me cum," your breathing was labored and your bodies were both covered in a film of sweat, but he just couldn't believe you were anymore attractive than you were before. here you were, lying on your bed, taking him so well and he's just supposed to last?

"tell me i'm yours," he said and you almost snapped out of your haze, wanting to ask what he meant by that and if it meant what you thought it meant. he pushes your hand away from your clit and replaces it with his fingers, pressing onto your numb and slowly rubbing in circular motions.

"tell me baby, and i'll let you cum. you're all mine princess, am i yours?" he managed to ask as he himself felt his own release building from the way that you kept squeezing and clenching your walls around him. he'd never been so in a state of daze and dizziness that he was practically feeling his walls come down.

you couldn't say anything but the truth to him.

"you're mine, eddie, please be mine, i need you. let me be yours, i wanna be all yours," you were kind of just babbling at this point, but you meant what you said. the feeling of his fingers rubbing you while his cock fucked you with one leg around his waist and the other on his shoulder now, you felt him in angle you'd never felt anyone.

"cum for me pretty girl, wanna see you cum on my dick for me," he hastily said, his own voice covered in raspiness and desperation. you felt his thrusts get sloppy as you felt your release start to break down the walls, your cunt pulsating around him when you finally grab onto his neck and pull him down to you as far as you can, hugging his body as he kept fucking you through your orgasm.

"eddieeddieeddieddie," you cried repeatedly. "oh my god, i'm fuc-i'm fucking cumming," you cried in his ear and it sounded like it could be his favorite song. he could listen to you speak this way and call for him, moan and cry for him over and over again. he craved you in this way and now he finally had you coming undone around him, he couldn't help but smile against your skin as you started to jerk and shake under him. eddie managed to wrap his arms around you as you cried against his shoulder telling him how good it feels, wanting to bask in this forever. he didn't feel wrong anymore. he couldn't even manage to have a twinge of regret because right now he didn't care who's daughter you were, who his friend was, or if this was right or wrong. his heart was swelling just being in your presence.

"fuck baby, so good for me, this pussy is all fucking mine," he claimed and finally you felt his hips start to stutter, bucking against yours without a rhythm.

"fuuuuuuck, princess, fuck," he moaned loudly in your ear as he felt his cum pour inside of you, no barrier to protect. you knew that this wouldn't be the last time he was going to be inside you like this, you knew that every time would be more and more real, and you would fall more in love with him.

"i'm yours," you whispered as you felt him collapse on top of you, moving your fingers through his hair to see his face. you say it as in you're asking for clarification, like you weren't sure.

eddie moved off of you, kissing your face before walking out of your room naked and into the restroom. you kind of just laid there, your makeup smeared and your lungs aching for deep breaths. you were completely fucked out yet in the most adoring and loving way you've ever felt. you noticed that you didn't feel disgusting, or gross afterwards. and when eddie came back in, you turned your head and saw he held a rag in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. you didn't feel used, or made just for sex. you felt like you were glowing, or levitating.

"let me clean you up, okay?" he said and your eyes fluttered to his as he came and sat on the bed next to you, watching him put the bottle on your side table. you look to him lazily and nodded, letting him reach between your legs to wipe the mess that you two created. it was almost overstimulating, but it was over soon and he was sitting up on the edge of your bed with his hand on your outer thigh as you were laid down.

"i'm yours too," he whispered, moving the blankets to cover your body and let you get comfortable.

"do you want me to get you some clothes?" he asked as you struggled to keep your eyes open. he couldn't help but form a small grin as he started to wipe away the stray lipstick that was on your chin and the corner of your mouth. he knew that he had the same shade in his lips too, probably even more messily. but to him, it was just another for of marking him. he was yours.

you hummed no, and grabbed his wrist sort of tugging him towards you.

"can you hold me?" you asked looking to his face and he smiled again. he couldn't help but smile.

"that was the plan, baby," he said and decided to slip on his boxers that he found next to the bed and crawl over you, to the left side of the bed against the wall and underneath the purple bedsheets you had. he immediately pulled you against his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist and letting his hand rest on your tummy. his face was buried into your neck and your hair, not minding as he got to remember what you smelled like.

you wanted him to hold you and to feel what it was like to be cared for after sex, you wanted to soak in this moment where you didn't feel guilty and were ignoring your subconscious telling you that your dad finding out about this would be ruining. so you laid in eddie's arms, letting him leave tiny kisses on your shoulder and back, then moving back to his original position and listening to his soft snores that came quickly. you fell asleep to his own sounds, with the embrace of him keeping you safer than anyone has ever done.

it was bliss.

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[writersmacchiato]

Charlie Dalton? Got into a real dps mood after watching the movie lol

part time lover, full time friend (anyone else but you by the moldy peaches)

. . .

charlie dalton.

you had known him for years. there wasn't a part of you; for better or worse, that he hadn't seen. and you had seen him, for him, those moments that were so fleeting because he kept his true self so hidden from others, from you.

it was only natural that you developed feelings that veered toward the more romantic sort. of course, you were content to only be part of his life as a friend. it was easier that way.

and it was only natural that charlie ruined the content delusional world you lived in when he kissed you at a party.

full of liquor, feeling like you might be sick any minute, that all vanished when charlie placed that gentle kiss to your lips. full and sure of himself.

his thumb swiping over your cheek in a tender moment that twisted your heart painfully because...

because it was one thing to dream and fantasize about what it would be like to have this moment with charlie. to love him. to have him. but now that you had a small taste, it made the longing harder to bear.

especially when it happened again. and again. and again. until you came to expect it at least once when you attended a party with him.

it was only a matter of when, not if, your heart would give out - unable to take any more of this torture.

. .

charlie was a coward.

he knew it with every sweet kiss he bestowed upon you, it would be easier if they were passionate, lust-filled. an easy excuse. but it was never like that with you.

you were safe, you were comfort, you were home.

so of course he fell in love with you. he just couldn't tell you that because it was selfish, you deserved better than him.

he couldn't help, though, the careful way he touched you after a kiss. wanting the moment to linger, waiting for his heart to steady, hoping you would say something this time.

instead he pulls away, and instead of taking the risk, acts like the friend he's been for years until he can't resist his heart's pull to you.

. .

you're waiting for the train, shivering from the wind that is blowing through the open station. charlie leans against you, arm offering warmth, and maybe something else. you don't know anymore.

the train is late, the attendant had said so, but you didn't mind much.

conversation had been flowing for a while but dropped off into silence. and you didn't mind that either.

it was exhausting talking to charlie like there wasn't a giant elephant in every moment with him, screaming 'i love you i love you i love you'.

the train whistles and you look down the tracks to watch it approach, but you sigh when it's the wrong one. more waiting. passengers get on and off.

it leaves the station and there is a sudden darkness that takes over the area. you can see a few splatters of stars in the sky.

you turn to charlie, he's been too quiet, but when you turn he kisses you softly. a barely there peck.

completely sober, not an ounce of inebriation, looking at you with a look that sets your heart racing.

"can you forgive me for being a fool?"

you kiss him somehow, it's clumsy, you're smiling too much. and you almost knock charlie off balance, but he remains firm. returning the kiss with force.

"i think i can."

full time friend made into a full time lover.

[themoonchildwhofell]

all my ghosts

pairing: Farleigh Start x reader

content/warnings: fluff (im so sorry guys), pretty fast paced lol

summary: HC of a healthy farleigh x reader relationship (thank fucking god)

note: really wanted to write farleigh finding a nice partner that helps him with his trauma lol. possibly post saltburn. I'm so sorry my dudes. I really am a sucker for fluff! still based off of a Lizzy Mcalpine song.

"'Cause I hate all of my habits but I happen to love you."

Farleigh met you at a 7/11 near the place he works at. He's pretty bummed about not having to go to Oxford as well as fully disconnecting from the old life he had.

It was exactly July 11th. He remembered because you got a free slurpie at the convenient store.

You looked good for someone who was staying up due to an exam. You finally decided to claim that free slurpie they had since sugar wakes you up.

Farleigh, on the other hand, was just exploring the place. He didn't really want to stay at his mum's place. So he decided to get his own place.

He didn't really want to go out that night. It was a not-so-impulsive decision due to the fact that his case of cigarettes were all out.

The fluorescent lights weren't really giving you justice. As well as the bags under your eyes but who cares? You really need to pass this math exam tomorrow.

He approached you being the extrovert that he is and asked for your name and number. His excuse was to tour him around since it was his first time back at the States. (he was already living there for 3 weeks)

You agreed to tour him around. Praying that he wasn't a murderer of some sort.

You two went out the very next day to "tour" him around. At the end of the day, he did ask if this was a date.

"No. But maybe we can set a proper one?" you suggested.

He liked that. It means he gets to see you again.

Months pass and you both seem to connect really well.

The relationship progresses to you both being a couple.

Everything felt great. There was the usual fights, of course. I mean Farleigh is kind of a diva. You expected him to be annoying at times.

But most of the time, he's the loveliest.

It's the same with Farleigh as well. He loves your company. You make him feel good and sane. Especially after all the loss he experienced.

There are times that he feels like you're too good for him especially with all the baggage he has. All the trauma from Saltburn and his cousins passing.

These trauma did manifest some bad habits that he's actively fighting. But it helps him when he thinks that he might have a lot of ghosts with him haunting every piece of him left in Saltburn; He still has you.

Dates with him are always unpredictable. You both tried to do cocktails once at his apartment but failed. You both decided to just drink the wine and eat all the fruit.

You also tried cooking. Which was fun and messy. But the mac and cheese was good. He was really convinced that he could make a better mac and cheese than Gordon Ramsey. You giggled at how adorable he was and agreed. That night ended in a sink full of dirty dishes, slow dancing to Master & A Hound by Gregory Alan Isakov and tiny sweet kisses.

Sometimes, you both try clubbing. But end up going home early to just drink at home and watch some movie or have sex.

You both tried to finish two bottles of brandy one time.

"You really think you can beat me at drinking?" Farleigh smirked.

"Fuck! I'm 3 shots deep, my boy. And I feel sober." You we're not. You both didn't finish the bottles of brandy. And he had to carry you to bed.

"You know... I'm pretty drunk right now. But I really love you, Farleigh. You and all your ghosts." You passed out right after. He did say he loved you too. But he'll probably just repeat it once you both are sober. That was the first time you both said I love you.

You had the realization that you'd want to spend the rest of your life with him one Saturday morning. You both we're on the couch watching Bluey. You made him watch Bluey because at first he didn't want to since it's a kids show. But he saw the one episode with Chili and it really stuck with him.

He was laughing at a particular scene when he said. "I think we're like them. Chili and Bandit."

You stared at him. "Yeah. I guess so." It kinda dawned on you how compatible you both are. How you can live like this for the rest of your life.

He had the realization that he wanted to marry you the time you we're at his mom's home celebrating Christmas. You were helping with decorating the tree. He decided to quickly grab the star at the top of the cupboard in the hallway. While going back to the living room, he saw you sweaty, with your tongue out and concentrating on placing the lights on the tree. He realized he has never felt happier than that exact moment. He would love to spend every christmas decorating trees with you.

[pyr0lagnia]

Medic x reader ageplay headcanons? Maybe some drug induced regression or straight up just playing with your unconscious body like a baby doll lol

banger of a request i hope you have a good day nonnie ♡ i ended up leaning surprisingly sfw FOR THE MOMENT because medic is. he is so. its so hard to imagine him as much more than someone who would just mockingly infantilize u

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tw for : nonconsensual drugging, infantilization, sexual implications at the end

♡ it's not intentional by any means, he was really just playing around to see what happens. he tends to just drug people willy nilly if things start getting a little too boring around base. i mean, what else is there to do? well, plenty, but i digress.

♡ you, being fresher than the other mercs, weren't so used to it. while the others brushed it off or got irritated at Medic once they sobered up (or died), you were a bit less resilient.

♡ that just meant he wanted to drug you more though, oopsie! less tolerance meant more reactions yippee!

♡ he wasn't sure of what he had slipped in your cup when he called you to his office for a 'routine check up'. truthfully he loved plucking random pills, powders, and liquids just to fuck around and find out.

♡ your honest, trusting (at least, more trusting than the others...) expressions made him giddy!! explaining to you that it was just liquid vitamins, you took it with only a moment of hesitance. you weren't absolutely oblivious to his shenanigans you were just more hopeful!

♡ it was obvious whatever concoction of stray pills were strong, the way your body started to visibly lean into itself only a few minutes after consuming. you expressed drowsiness, but hey, you were with your doctor, it'll be fine.

♡ he would coo at you, brushing it off as "maybe its just the leftover cleaning chemicals in the air making you dizzy! don't worry about it, this will be quick!"

♡ with only a gentle protest from you, he would slip his arms under yours to lead you to an examination table.

♡ if you asked him why the table was necessary, if it was just a checkup, he'd reason that you looked faint and pale and a table would be easier on your body if you were that weak from leftover chemical fumes.

♡ that explaination didn't sit with you well, but you didn't know enough about his routine to object.

♡ speaking of faint, you would've noticed a small little giggle from the older man if you weren't busy focusing on how limp you were suddenly feeling.

♡ great, yeah, maybe those weren't vitamins. maybe it wasn't the convenient chemical fumes that were making you dizzy.

♡ if you trust anything Medic gives you to be edible/digestable and safe, maybe you kind of deserve this, reader. don't trust fluids from creepy older men!!!!!!

♡ at this point, you cursed yourself. okay, maybe the one who is supposed to be taking care of the team isn't as trustworthy as you felt he should be. maybe Scout wasn't making up total bullshittery to fuck with you.

♡ he hovered over you, not making any movment attempts to fool you into thinking this was a checkup. he could recognize the signs of paralytics anywhere!

♡ slacking limbs, loose jaw, the worsening disorientation in your eyes. and yet you remained so vivid in your expression.

♡ if you were mad, he knew, he could tell, he didn't care.

♡ usually, NMBAs were used alongside anesthesia. considering how many surgeries he partook in, he had an excess of these laying around. maybe a few scattered across the floor, waiting for any old idiot to impulsively eat them.

♡ he debated on whatever else was in that drink, watching your body language while circling the table. but, whatever else that was alongside it didn't pop its ugly head out over the symptoms of the muscle relaxer.

♡ " mm, " he would pick up your loose wrist, and shake your hand. your fingers twitched from the movement, " you're familiar with this, i'm sure, hard to misunderstand these symptoms, yes? you're smart, hase, i know you can guess. "

♡ DONK. he let go of your wrist, letting it fall loudly against the table.

♡ look, paralytics were fun and all, but what could he really do right now? theres only so much fun someone can have with a living, silent doll.

♡ hm. he thought about reconsidering that thought process. he just needed to be more creative this time around

♡ he stared over you, waiting for anything else. your pupils were thin, eyes squinted. you felt cold, achey, uncomfortable.

♡ you let out a whine at him, and he tsk'd and rolled his eyes. " now, now, don't be whiny like a little baby about this, it is just paralysis. "

♡ a small gap of silence. he leaned closer to your face. " unless you are a baby? are you, häschen? is that a little game you like to play? "

♡ the Medic would stand there, still, watching you try to fight what might be something else. he tried to pull information from his brain on what he had- oh! datura!

♡ he had kept a bit left of some ground petals from a little experiment with Heavy. he recalled he stored the rest of the powder in a little baggy in his desk, and mindlessly, earlier, he had snatched that same baggy.

♡ don't ask what he was doing with Heavy. curiousity about the gruesome hallucinations that could come from this plant drove him a little insane.

♡ with THAT knowledge....

♡ " you are quite like a little toddler right now, aren't you? all limp, stupid, probably couldn't even eat without my help, could you, häschen? " he would bark out a laugh, " who am i joking with? of course you couldn't! look at you! silly silly me. silly me." he grabbed both of your arms, and tugged you up into a loose sitting position, keeping you still with a grasp to your chin and a hand on your side.

♡ he would spend plenty of time fiddling with your loose limbs mockingly teasing you while he waited for the poison to settle in you.

♡ as anxiety started to swathe you like a blanket, unfocused eyes catching shadows where they shouldn't be, you were able to work yourself into being able to grind your teeth. the loud noise made him grimace, and he'd hold your jaw shut.

♡ " not sure what i expected from you. hah, there was a reason i could never be a father. " he gripped your jaw so tight, bruising formed easily under his fingers. " would be so easy to just- rip everything from you, ja? wouldn't you agree?" he forced your head to nod, and subsequently dropped you against the hard table when all support was focused onto your head.

♡ " as if to prove my point, i dropped an infant. " Medic would remark lazily.

♡ knowing he wouldn't get an answer, he would poke and prod at you to get you to 'tell him about your hallucinations', but it was debatable if you could even process his words, even without the inability to speak.

♡ his infantilizing words did sink into you, influencing your weak mind state as you drifted in and out of being aware of being an adult. you felt five, but the size of your body and the blood soaking your body made your belief quake a bit.

♡ he would eventually get bored of just fiddling with you limbs as you attempted to make noises in response to the stimuli. as cute as the very quiet babbling and soft whimpers of fear were, he didn't expect it to last so long.

♡ he had work to do, so eventually he'd kind of. toss you on the ground next to his desk. he would look around for anything for you to fiddle with, before throwing a scalpel in your general direction.

♡ luckily you just kind of laid there like a dead fish against the cold ground.

♡ just to really be a dick, he'd probably pull off your shirt so when you pulled back from the drugs, shame would hit you. maybe being partially nude would fuck with your hallucinations and mindstate, too?

♡ would probably spend the rest of the time doing paperwork, and then staring at your limp body, then going back to do paperwork.

♡ i don't think he'd end up doing sexual things the first time this idea strikes him, but that would not last long if he made this a habit. seeing someone so limp and worthless in front of him always made his guts turn. it was just a matter of time. just. a matter. of. time.

[acewithobsessions]

Headcanon ask game yayyy I love it!

I’m thinking what if Thomas went back to his parents’ house to tell his dad and mom he was leaving Britain forever to live with his partner in America. Because he knew he would never see them alive again. Although he very much knew his father would deny him once more, he just hoped maybe in his father’s twilight years, he would finally accept who his son was.

In my mind, Thomas really craved his father’s approval more than anything. That was projected to Carson since Downton became his home. But all was rooted in his father. So he wanted to have this one last chance to turn things around. Because Thomas knew that this was the only way he could truly accept himself, no matter what others think of him now.

I think when you watch Thomas’ expressions, even when he was invited back to be the butler, or when he smiled at Guy after he resigned, you can still see there was a glimpse of sadness behind his eyes. Maybe that was why.

So, do you think Thomas and his father could be reconciled with each other? And how about his mother? I think she would be more accepting (or perhaps she didn’t really care much idk)? Somehow I got the idea that Thomas was the only boy in the Barrow family so it mattered more to his father. Anyway, please tell me what you think <3

Oh man YES!!!!! (For some reason, as soon as you said it, I pictured the scene from les mis where Marius asks his dad for permission to marry Cosette??)

That part about Carson? Yes, PREACH. I love love love it when people pick up on this. It's one of the most fascinating bits of his character, imo.

Ok so in my personal headcanon, the reason he started work a bit later than was typical (he did this right??) is because his mother died, meaning there was no longer any sense of security at home. (Also because from what I remember, he talks about her in the past tense.) But if she were still alive, that adds even more layers to the whole thing. I'll have to set aside half an hour of my usual pacing to think about this lol

I'd imagine he shows up to their house kind of stiff, with a sort of "f*ck it" attitude. Guy's not there. He understands that this is something Thomas has to do by himself, and Thomas wasn't exactly eager to let him meet his parents, either.

There's no small talk -- he barely even comes inside. He just finds his parents and deadpans, "I'm leaving."

"What?" his mother asks, a little bit breathless.

"I'm leaving," he repeats. "I've got a beau and I'm going to America with him."

There's a familiar flash of anger across his father's face, but he looks so tired that it swallows it right up. He stands up and leaves. For a second, Thomas wonders if he's found ways to keep his thunderstorm inside, to stop it from raging and having the lightning strike others. He wonders if it makes a difference. It doesn't, he decides, but all the same, it's good to know.

(He wonders if he knows just how much the storm can hurt you when it is stuck inside.)

His mother asks him questions until she is satisfied. She doesn't approve, he knows that. But she knows her son is happy, and maybe enough of her cares that her disapproval isn't the most important thing to her anymore.

He finds his father leaning over the table, staring into space. He starts into his pre-prepared spiel - I'm sorry if I've disappointed you, this is who I am, blah blah etc - but his father cuts him off.

"I'm not happy for you." He still won't look up. "But truth be told, I don't think I'd have been happy for you if you'd settled down like the rest of us. I don't think I'd have been happy with anyone." Finally, finally, he looks up. They have the same eyes. How has Thomas never noticed this before? "You survived me. I guess that's as close to close as we're going to get."

Is he high? Maybe he's drunk. He looks sober enough, but Thomas can't connect this person with the image of his father he has in his mind.

Thomas leaves without feeling as though anything's been accomplished, but nothing got worse. Pick your battles and all that. Just as he's leaving, he thinks that maybe, maybe, his father's storm has blown itself out.

Ough, sorry, I wasn't actually trying to write anything. Anyways, all in all, I'd absolutely love to see this kinda thing, whether it goes horribly or not. (Tbh, I think his dad being so articulate in this iteration points to how he's been thinking about this for a while. Which is probably optimistic. So this is one of the better situations...)

Tysm for the ask!! Wonderful idea :D

[beatingdrumspouringwine]

Lenaia Stuff(?)

Reposting this because I A. realized that the calendar I was using was one that started on a Monday instead of a Sunday, and thus my days were all messed up, and B. removed a link by an individual who is in the circle of sannion.

Hello all! So, Lenaia starts in 4 days (22nd-29th), and I have a few different plans for both myself personally, and for this blog in general!

Starting with the blog:

I'll be offering (free) prayer commissions for the duration of Lenaia! Essentially, if you've found yourself wishing I would write a prayer about your deity, or if you have a specific intention you want a prayer for, or if there's an epithet or a take on an epithet that you wish I would cover, please pop in my asks and give me a request! I'll be covering them for all of Lenaia, with the sole exception of Monday, as I have a major test on that day. TL;DR: if you want me to write prayers, this is the time to ask!

My personal plans are below (they're long and detailed, fair warning):

Another warning, if you're sober or not of legal drinking age, then some of my plans will be inaccessible, and I would recommend using grape juice or clean water (or nonalcoholic wine, if you want) as a replacement. Also, throughout the festival, I'll be doing this challenge put out by @thegodwhocums about a month(?) ago or so? My mental health wasn't up for it when I first saw it, but with an already-planned week of special activities to Dionysos ahead of me, I figure there's no better time to do it!

And if you have any questions, please don't be afraid to ask me - I love sharing information and talking with others like nothing else :)

Pre-Lenaia (21st): Sundays are usually my night for performing my "big religious duties", as in making khernips and consecrating wine. I'll still stick to that, but hold off some things for the rest of the week.

January 22nd: Will have my big test today, so it'll likely be simple, with the Orphic Hymn to Dionysos in the morning (shortened after as the OHD), followed by a frantic plea to Athena for wisdom. After the test, I will go out to eat with friends, and will dedicate my drink to Dionysos by praying and waiting for a period of time before drinking it. In the evening, libation of wine to Athena for gratitude, and simple evening prayers (my brain will be soup by then lol).

January 23rd: OHD for the morning, with a libation of water. In the afternoon, I'll go out with another friend, and do some shopping at a local metaphysical store for certain offerings for Dionysos, specifically raw incense (like frankincense), dried lavender, and barley (historically accurate offering). Will end the night with simple prayers and libations of water, since Wednesdays are busy and early days for me, so I don't have a lot of time to spend in ritual at night.

January 24th: OHD and water in the morning. Since it's the midpoint through the festival, I'll likely have today be my "big feast day". At night, I'll do a full ceremony to Dionysos, giving Him the offerings bought the day before. I'll also take my first drink from the wine I dedicated at the start of the festival. After the ceremony, I'll take a good long bath, accompanied by the wine and a recording of the Bacchae.

January 25th: OHD and water in morning. In the afternoon, I'll take a walk to a local graveyard, less for the "graveyard" aspect and more because it's a beautiful walk, and a beautiful graveyard. I may also go on a small hike. Evening is pouring some more of the wine, and prayers for specific intentions, as up until then, most of my prayers will likely be traditional or general praise.

January 26th: OHD and water in the morning. In the evening, I'll probably have a bit of a more relaxed vibe. Maybe watch a showing of Frogs (Aristophanes coming in clutch with the comedy), will probably do a libation of water with the evening prayers.

January 27th: OHD and water in the morning. In the evening, I'll probably do another round of wine, and do some songs and chanting. I have a few hymns I've written dedicated to singing, I may add in a bold attempt at chanting the OHD in the original ancient Greek.

January 28th: OHD and water in the morning. Since it's Sunday, I'll do my typical consecrations of wine and khernips-making, and will possibly recite the Homeric Hymn to Dionysos.

January 29th: Since it's the final night, this one will likely be a bit special. I'll libate tea or juice in the morning, and say the OHD as well as a few other hymns. In the evening, more singing and chanting, as well as a bit of divination for the coming month.

And with all of that, the 2024 Lenaia will end. Of course, I have a funky schedule with being in college (being drunk in the middle of the week probably doesn't work for most folks, but I have no classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so those are my "weekend days"), so please see this as more of an outline than a mandatory guide :) Happy (early) Lenaia everyone!

[mischas]

i'm 35 and the oc has been my entire life as a teenager/young adult and i love this show so much. i was wondering when you became a fan and what does your life look like now? do you still rewatch it a lot? what are your least favorite plotlines in s1-s4? i love hearing your thoughts. take care :)

Hi! You're very sweet, thank you! So just as a heads up my answers here are going to veer into the negative because I'm in a super negative space with the show as of late and I don't see that changing anytime soon. I apologize in advance for the soapbox. (and I mean really really negative)

For starters, I never watch the final season. I barely even watch s3, and haven't seen a complete s3 episode in a while. Certain scenes, though, yes and on a loop. Though not lately. But the final season doesn't exist to me because I find it repulsive and a stain on the entire show before it, even the horrendous third season. I often wish I could be like Adam Brody and separate the show into 's1 vs the other bullshit'. Believe me, I'm trying. Though I'd say splitting the show in half is best since you get to end on the shooting. S1 is on another level entirely and it wasn't until CHD that I understood why (for the most part). And that's a really terrible realization the more I think about it.

I'm almost 30 and I started watching when I was about 16 in high school. My life now is... not very exciting, lol. I work too much. Sometimes I don't work enough. I struggle with mental health (as evidenced by how seriously I take this stuff). I got into this show maybe a year or two after it had been off the air and Tumblr (and FanForum) was a super fun place to be at that time (2009/2010ish). The remaining Marissa fandom in particular was just cozy and sweet. We saw ourselves in her, had head canons, made fan art, discussed what she'd be up to, etc. I obviously wasn't part of the OG Marissa/Mischa fandom so I was pretty unaware of the shit they dealt with. On Tumblr we just celebrated her and it meant a lot to me.

For years, I, like many, thought Mischa chose to leave on her own. I could semi-stomach 325 as an arc, while still refusing to watch the next season in rewatches. This is the 2010s when JS was yelling "Tragedy was in her DNA" etc. But ever since MB started talking more about her experiences in 2021, and the podcast talking around her and Marissa forever, not to mention their shitty responses to her claims of bullying by men in power, I have been on a downward trajectory with it. The book is giving us maybe 10% of what really happened on that set. Mischa has been carrying the secret of her first relationship on her shoulders for 20 years, one that went on for months when she was 17 years old, and they all well fucking know that. I am in genuine disbelief at how they treated her then and how they treat her now. This isn't a fictional character. This is a real fucking person they keep screwing over!

But that does bring me to my next point which is that this show was unbelievably influenced by irl dynamics and I think that is disgusting. It's not just stealing Death Cab away from Adam (though I have my own thoughts on all that). There's a reason Ryan never pines for Marissa in the same way she pines for him in s2. Why he pretends she doesn't exist when he isn't dating her (from s2 on). There's an extremely charged energy to the way he verbally abuses her in 209. Like... this happened to MB at just 18. And look at how they modeled Volchok after Cisco and how they made MB pretend to do coke on camera when they knew full well she had a sober coach on set. Like, I know enough to put me off the show forever, but I am unfortunately endlessly fascinated by it. I'm sorry that I can't take the show at face value anymore, because it did and does still mean a great deal to me. But they thought they were in the clear 20 years later to only partially air their dirty laundry without much pushback and MB had the guts to say "well hold on" and be a thousand times more graceful doing so than I ever would. And we still don't know even a fraction of everything else that went down to this very real teenage girl they used and abused. Not to mention how JS/SS abruptly fired her and didn't even have the balls to tell her to her face. Her father told Josh's ass to stay away from the 325 set and he DID. Christ alive, this man should never work again.

I don't feel great about going all guns blazing here but I'm very tired and I get very little joy from the show right now. And I'm sorry that this is definitely not the response you were probably hoping for. To be clear, I want to enjoy the show. It means more to me than any other, probably. It's why I've been on this website since I was a teenager. But many aspects of it have been ruined for me and idk if there's a way back. How they purport themselves to be a family show still to this day when they treated the girl that they pursued for the job (at 16!) like shit is egregious. I will never be over it.

Sigh

To answer your actual questions, my least favorite plotlines (from s1-s3) are:

Johnny

Jimmy leaving in 207

Dean Hess

DJ

Julie/Luke

Lindsay/Caleb/Ryan

Charlotte

Hospital/Newport Group

Seth/pot (on paper this sounds wonderful but in execution it is as lifeless as the second half of the entire show)

Oliver (for good measure, officially when they jump the shark; he drives me crazy but TH does such a good job playing him that I'm ok with it until all of its aftermath is unfairly put on Marissa)

[haru-naechi]

I used to like watching sports anime. Honestly, Blue Lock might just be my most recent but I'm trying out this Baseball one called Oblivion Battery.

The reason why I didn't like watching sports anime anymore... is because they all just kind of blended in to one another. Like, okay, I'll give you a plot, tell me what anime are you thinking off.

So, there's the high energy mc, he gets inspired to play this specific sport by whatever means. He isn't the best, but goddamn does he have potential (as noticed by other characters). Then at some point in the beginning, he meets this cool prodigy guy that is just so so soo good at the game—but was kind of ass to the mc. He and mc bickers a lot but they ended up kind of being the best duo. There are also other characters that support the story, like the seniors who are about to graduate.

So.

Are you thinking of Haikyuu?

Don't worry, you're correct. But its just that I'm also referencing 5 other animes with this lol. Maybe I'm not that good at searching, but most newly released sports animes I've watch... kind of follows that formula.

It wasn't even Haikyu that started it, but it most definitely was a big factor that popularized the dynamic.

It kind of just made me appreciate Haikyu for its writing even more. Because, lets admit it, its not the most original shit, but Haikyu just made so many unique and likeable characters that we just love those dumbasses to bits.

Talking about the cool guy prodigy here for a sec. Do you know why people liked Kageyama? Its not cuz he's cool. Well, he is, but mostly because outside of the court he's just a regular kid. We like that stuff. Haikyu gave us that hint of reality outside the sport, which is something I think most other sports anime just don't get.

I missed watching Diamond no Ace, Slam Dunk, Prince of Tennis, Kuroko no Basketball.

*I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS DRUNK* But I edited it when I was sober.

Do I agree with what I said? Mostly, but I think I'm reaching here a bit. There's a lot of sports anime out there that I haven't seen.

Realistically, I just don't watch because of the bad animation.

[girltomboy]

Sober days

I've been sober for a little less than 2 weeks now, and I mean sober from everything except for caffeine. No smoking, drinking, or getting stoned. I don't feel much of a difference to be honest, maybe I don't get out of breath as much while walking uphill to my apartment? Lol but I wasn't smoking that much to begin with anyway. I mean I've never been a regular smoker or drinker. I don't miss getting high, because lately to be honest it wasn't doing it for me, it had just become a weekend habit. As for drinking and smoking cigarettes, those were social activities for me, I never drank or smoked by myself. Well this indefinite break is most welcome now. I don't consider myself addicted to anything, which is why sobriety is not something I want to be strict about. I'm also prone to obsessing over my habits and this feels like the perfect fuel for that danger. Unfortunately I've been really lazy about working out, and that includes yoga as well. I keep saying I'll do it tomorrow, I'll do it tomorrow, I'll do it tomorrow, but when tomorrow comes I feel way too depleted of energy to actually stick to my word and be active. However, I've been walking a decent amount lately, I feel like that counts for something. My Health app informs me that I'm walking way less than I was last year this time, which makes sense because my bf used to live in this city back then, and we'd go out almost every day, and visited our friends almost every weekend. I miss when he was here.

This Friday my work friend and I have taken the day off and scheduled appointments to pick up our university diplomas early in the morning. Afterwards we might go get breakfast, go day drinking, and maybe go to a sex shop lmao. These are just some plans we randomly cooked up, but knowing us we might not stick to the script. I kind of want to buy a magazine, but I don't know which magazines still exist. We might go to the park, or the botanical garden, or hang out on campus at her university. Towards the evening, I might drop by my own university to leave some books there, and maybe check out the free books shelf to see if there's anything worth taking home.

I finished the third season of Six Feet Under and I just knew something weird and devastating was cooking when I saw how the season began, just like that. And I was right, but it's incredible how even at its most depressing this show manages to feel oddly hopeful. It's truly a masterpiece and I'm dreading reaching the end of it.

Yesterday I watched Immaculate with my work friend. Mostly she was just horny for Sydney Sweeney, but the movie was unexpectedly good. I mean she's a great actress, but we were mostly expecting some low quality The Nun ripoff (not that The Nun is high quality to begin with). My friend thought it was gonna be a ghost/demon/possession/supernatural kind of horror, but it was actually an insane people kind (the scariest ones imo, because. Well. Evil people are realer than ghosts). I specifically loved the soundtrack, it's one of those rare OSTs that you look up after the movie is over. I also super enjoyed the ENDING where she smashes that thing.

[comphet-critical]

What if i had sex with like four guys (only piv with one, but gave oral/handjobs or tried to with the others (i'm bad at it lmaoo)) but was drunk?? I mean, i wanted it to happen, and i remember even feeling dissapointed when they didn't have condoms with them so we couldn't do piv, but maybe it was just bc i was drunk and wasn't fully realizing what was going to happen?? As you can imagine, all four guys were strangers i met at the pub. Next day i didn't feel repulsed but i certainly didn't wanna know anything about these guys and even felt anxious when one of them kept on texting me (i had to block him)

Also, i had sex with one guy who i met on tinder (it was on our third date, and we had been talking for two months i think) back in march/april of last year, being fully sober and while it wasn't really pleasent bc he was too big for me and i was kind of awkward i didn't feel repulsed but when it ended and we went to sleep i felt super anxious about it bc i didn't really enjoy it either and couldn't really sleep :/

i went home the next day and we even had a fourth date and had a good time hanging out but i remember him implying that we could go to his home to hook up again and i excused myself saying that it was a really nice day outside and that we should enjoy it. Eventually, we kind of planed a 5th date in his house to watch a sport that we both liked but i felt anxious about it (bc i knew that he would try to have sex again) and i declined and eventually we stopped talking.

Apart from all of this, i think i've had crushes on boys/men, but i'm not really sure anymore, and i think that sometimes it was more wistful thinking or even admiration in the case of the celebrity ones??? But from time to time i find a guy attractive (mostly when i'm kind of buzzed but not always) and i don't know what to believe because granted my experiences i don't know if i would enjoy being sexual with him or not.

Like, last time, i was hanging with two of my friends and some friends of them and while we were drinking at my friend's house, one of them caught my eye and i kind of felt attracted to him and this only intessified when we went to the club and i tried to dance with him (and got succesful lol). I remember feeling jealous when he would dance with the other two girls in our group and happy when he started to dance with me. Also, i felt warm and comfortable with him touching me and i felt like i was into it. At some point i tried to make out with him but he let me know that he wasn't interested and just liked dancing with girls because of the sensuality or whatever (also i think he told me he was gay but then told another girl he had a girlfriend so to this day i don't know lmaoo) and so nothing happened and eventually we went home and i was very embarrassed the next day bc i probs made him uncomfortable. Also, when we were saying our goodbyes i told our mutual friend that i wanted her to let me know when he was coming on our next night out and apparently i was very insistent over it.

Aaaaaaand i could give other examples of my experiences with men, but i'm already sorry i made you read this. But basically there's been men in which i have had some interest/crush but i could never really test it because i never tried or because they weren't interested. On the other hand, because of this sometimes i've settled for guys that wanted me and entertained them for the night, a few days (twice at a summer camp lmao), and with the tinder guy i guess for a month, before i got tired/anxious (the ones i made out while on a night out were more or less fun, mostly initiated by them. The only time i really initiated and felt like i wanted to know about the guy the next day i forgot to get his number and our mutual friend said he wasn't attending classes anymore lmao).

And lastly (bestie i swear i'm sorry for putting you through this) i kinda had two boyfriends when i was like 8 and 12 (so not really bf but you get it) and the first one didn't really like me and when he told me i remember crying and feeling upset about it and the other one apparenlty didn't like me either (we actually dated for like 3 months even if we didn't see each other that much but we kissed and i didn't feel repulsed nor anxious, which it's interesting i guess, but also it didn't feel special, just fine i guess) and lets say i was dramatic and made a scene in front of mutual friends and people made fun of me for several years which affected me and made me really insecure (among other things but whatever).

Sooo, i know you are not a psychologist (i should talk to this to a therapist, i know) but what do you think about my experiences?? I know i'm attracted to girls but figuring out how i feel about boys is so difficult and makes me stressed and sometimes i think it even consumes me?? Almost as it was a puzzle and i needed to me make sense of all the pieces and i can't rest till i figure it out. Btw, i'm a 23 y/o and at some point i thought of my self as a lesbian due to some of these expierences but then i've met a guy that caught my eye or that i kind of felt attracted to (like the one i danced with) and i don't know what to think. Anyway, sorry for all of this, in a way i just needed to vent because it's all to much.

you’re bisexual

[yaatrickyassification]

okay okay this time I have funny dialogue(?) it's like reader saying they love ..... but saying wrong name and they're like bruh you must be drunk that's not my name (it can be reader actually drunk or just saying wrong name accidentally) for study group minhwan, hanwool and geonyeob pls(you can add characters!) please be fluff/good endings pls not too serious lol, thank you!! and love your work xx

Thank you for your request!

[ Minwhan Ma, Hanwool Phi, Geonyeob Park x Gn! Reader ] - Saying someone else's name while drunk.

Maybe drinking wasn't the best thing to do when you have just finished reading the novel you've been dying hard over, tears fell from your eyes, and your boyfriend watches on with a neutral expression on his face. The bottle of soju that was on the table was now in your hand as you took another swig of the bottle.

A sigh was heard from the man beside you before taking the bottle away from your hand and putting it far, far, away from your reach. Seeing the bottle of soju getting farther and farther away, a whine left your lips. "What are you even sad about?" He asks.

"It's just, you know the feeling when you're too attached to a novel and now you're crying your insides out because it just ended? LIKE." Another sob escapes you and your boyfriend watch on with a dumb look on his handsome features. "Sober up." He handed you a glass of water.

You peered over the glass of water, the crystal liquid reflects the light of the moon that was peering over the window. Another sob escapes you as it reminds you of your favorite character from the novel that you have just finished reading. "Huhuhu, Moondae-ah. I love you… Moondae-ah."

If it weren't for the alcohol flooding your veins and brain controls you would have noticed how the room's temperature lowered down and how your boyfriend seems too willing to kill someone right now.

Minwhan Ma:

Man's shock, who is this Moondae-ah? Hmm? Care to tell him? He's so shocked that he stared at your drunken mess of a figure for a minute before taking away the glass of water that he obediently and worriedly handed over to you.

How dare you drink the water that he oh so lovingly gave you when you're just going to spout nonsense? Especially a man's name. He'll smile at you so intimidatingly from the side and because of the alcohol blocking your brain censors you thought that it was his usual lovesick smile. Not.

"Care to tell me who this person is?" He stares at you menacingly before getting his phone out of his pocket and taking a picture of you, even though this situation was shitty and all, with the prospect that you MIGHT have been cheating on him. You still look cute and he needs another addition to his [y/n] folders.

He clicks on the voice record button to record this for future purposes (like finding the dude who has the guts to flirt with you when you're taken and for blackmailing purposes if you didn't cheat on him.)

"Why do you ask?" You hiccuped and tried to get to the water that was beside Minwhan with great difficulty, your limbs were heavy and the painful migraine coursing through your head was another one of your problems. Minwhan continued to smile before pulling the cup of water away from your reach causing another whine to leave your lips.

"I'm just interested." And lo and behold, Minwhan watches on as you animatedly talk about this 'Moondae' person with the most gleeful expression he had ever seen on your face, the glass of water forgotten as it cracks from under the force of his grip. The glass shards hurt his palm causing him to bleed.

"What's wrong with you, huh? Moondae this, Moondae that, then when the fuck will it be about me? Are you leaving me now? You? Don't think so. Because I will keep you here beside me, till death do us part."

You'll have to explain to him that the dude was a fictional character and you'll never replace Minwhan even if you wanted to live, that joke of yours gets him laughing but the deadly grip on your waist leaves you gulping.

Hanwool Phi:

Man's trying to calm himself down because what the fuck did you mean about that? Are you replacing him right now? You're cheating and he didn't even figure it out? Was he too blinded by love to not even notice even a little thing about it? Sure, he had his fair share of girls but he all dropped them in an instant when he found his relationship with you.

To think that you can't even commit yourself to a relationship with him has him feeling all iffy and disgusted all over, Hanwool's already calling his personnel to find information about this person. He still has hope that this person might have been a relative of yours and not the boyfriend you have been cheating him off.

He breathes in and out before shoving the contents of the glass of water down your throat, though he still tries to be gentle with him, wiping off the excess liquid that escapes the confines of your mouth or making sure to not drown or make you choke. Even though there's a possibility that you may be cheating, he still loves you and will still care for you with all of his darkened and rotten heart.

And as soon as his phone's notification was heard he whipped it out so fast to read the message that his personnel had given him and only to find nothing. No existing records were found. He raised a brow before peeking at your figure that was slumped on the wooden table.

If his personnel can't find anything, he's taking it into his own hands. He searched every social media outlet just to find out that this 'Moondae' person you were talking about was a fictional character. He peered up at you as he saw you trying hard to cover up your laughter.

"Ahem, you know that out of the thirty guys in line you're the one I love the most, Hanwool."

"Are you joking or are you saying you have thirty guys in mind?" The glare on his face shuts you up and encourages you to pull the man close and kiss him on the lips, lest you want to get out of the house safe and sound.

Geonyeob Park:

He looks at you as if you plucked the stars out of the sky and gave them to him personally, this man has put up with you for years. And he knows that you aren't that type of person right? Right?

He double-checked his notes about you inside of his head before nodding to himself and coming to a hypothesis that this person that you muttered about that you 'love' him was a fictional character in the novel that you have been reading.

Now, since he has come to a hypothesis. He's browsing through his mind on what novel it was, "was it Lookism? No, if it was that they would have been raving on and on about DG, Wmmap? If it is then they should be talking about Athanasia non-stop." He knows all of the novels that you have read with how many times you have sat him down and talked about them for hours.

Safe to say that he has a mental note about all of the novels that you have read and your favorite characters, and since he hasn't heard of that name before, he had concluded that this person was from a new novel that you have just read.

This person might have just been a fictional character but hearing you say you love him? Now, that's a big no, no. He sighs fondly and shakes his head to get rid of thoughts that dared bother him before putting his palms on each of your cheeks and pulling you closer towards him.

"Hey now, I thought I was the only one you love?" He asks you gently, though his tone may seem affectionate and loving, he was asking for reassurance. You only love me right? Was what you heard from his question.

You tilted your head to the side before giggling and pushing your hands in front of his face, your left hand was far above your right hand. "My left hand is you and he's the right hand, see? He's very low." Geonyeob shakes his head fondly.

"But I want to be the only one." You look at your right hand thoughtfully before showing an act of throwing your right hand away, "see, gone! Poof! Geonyeob's the only one left." A laugh escapes from Geonyeob's lips before pulling you closer to kiss you.

"You're lucky, I love you."

I'M SO SORRY THIS TURNED INTO A DEBUT OR DIE RANT

[thatgoblin]

RE Boys Overprotective of Reader

Requested by @sunnybarnesflowers

A/N: . . . Oops, I kinda did fics instead of headcannons. If you want me to still do the headcannons, let me know. lol

Leon

"I can do it, Leon," you said with a sigh. "It's just a bus ride from work. I've done it hundreds of times before you and I were even talking."

"I'm sorry, I don't like you taking the bus," Leon said over the phone. "It makes me anxious that you're on there alone and anything could happen."

"I told you to stop watching 'Speed' if it's going to make you like this," you said, chuckling at his exasperated huff.

"You know what I mean and it's not because I keep watching 'Speed.' I keep watching it because Keanu Reeves is an underrated actor and his chemistry with Sandra Bullock is amazing," Leon said. You could just see the smile tugging at his lips as he was starting to ease up on you.

"I will text you at each stop, there's only two, and when I get home, okay?" You said as you boarded the bus, swiping your metro card before taking a seat.

"What if I meet you at the first stop? I can get off work in the next five minutes and meet you there so you don't have to take the full ride," he said.

"Leon, it's okay. I'll be fine. It's just the bus, one of the safest ways to travel," you said, getting a bit irritated that he wouldn't let up. Being protective was one thing, but this was going to a whole new level. "What is up with you? You sound like you've read every horror story about public transit and think it's the devil."

"I just. . . Look, please text me at each stop and when you get home. Please?" He voice was tight, worrying you a bit.

"Le, what's going on?" You asked softly, taking a seat by a window. "You're a protective guy, but this is going overboard, even for you."

"Work," he said. "I can't talk about it. Right now at least, but just please keep me updated."

"How about this," you said, wanting to help ease his mind. "I'll stay on the line with you for the entire ride, it's only half an hour, okay? We don't have to talk, but you'll know I'm okay on the ride."

"Thank you," Leon said with a deep sigh. "Hey, I love you."

"I love you too, dork," you said with a soft giggle.

Chris

"Who is that?" One of your friends asks, looking over your shoulder.

Not two hours ago you had kissed your boyfriend goodbye for the evening to go pub crawling with your friends that you hadn't seen in years. Time had gotten away from you all, but the planets and stars had aligned to allow you all to meet up at the dingy side of town that had the best places to get cheap drinks and less crowds.

Chris had said he'd be busy with work so it worked out for you two to have separate evening plans. Of course you didn't tell him which bars you were going to, he would have insisted on coming just to be 'present' and that would have killed the mood with you and your friends. You loved him dearly and knew he could be over protective at times, but you just wanted to have some fun with abandonment.

Maybe dance on a table or two while your friends cheered you on or got into mischief, all with a sober driver of course.

But by the time you got to the second bar, you had a strange feeling of being watched. It wasn't enough to freak you out and a quick glance around told you that there wasn't anyone being creepy or lurking so you ignored it. Until your friend had that look of interest and lust, pointing to someone at the bar across the room.

Turning around, you nearly lost it.

"Ignore him," you said curtly, turning back to face your friends, knowing that once you spotted him, Chris would expect you to come over. Icing him out a bit was the least he was owed.

"Why? He's hot as fuck and probably kisses hard," your friend said with a giggle.

"Because he's my soon to be ex-boyfriend if he comes over here," you hissed, earning looks from the table. Never let it be said that your friends weren't good. Once you made it clear who it was and why you were peeved, they took note and ignored him completely.

Your group continued talking, ordering more drinks to spite your silent watcher. Finally unable to hold it any longer, you got up to use the restroom. You were definitely tipsy, swaying a bit as you walked, but not too far gone by any means. Finishing your business, you exited the toilet to find Chris leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Were you not pissed, both drunk and angry, you would have tried to flirt as a joke.

"Can I help you?" You asked, sighing as you mirrored his position.

"You didn't say you were coming to this side of town," he said.

"Yeah, because I knew you would do this," you said, rolling your eyes. "Go home Chris. I'm out with friends having some fun. We're in a group, we have a sober driver, and we're not getting messy drunk."

"Except you're in the sketchy part of town. You know I hate coming here," he said, standing up straight with his hands on his hips.

"Then why are you here? I don't hate it here, you're making yourself miserable doing this," you hissed. "Go home. I'll message when we're heading back."

"I don't like leaving you here on your own. Too many things could go wrong so easily," he said, eyeing someone who was passing by to use the restroom.

"I'm not on my own! God, I hate it when you do this," you snapped, throwing your hands in the air. "You get over protective and smothering and it pisses me off!"

"You don't want me caring about you then? Is that what this is?" Chris snapped back.

Never let it be said that you and Chris were complete opposites. The similarities brought you together, but also made you two butt heads on occasion. You were both stubborn and didn't back down when you thought you were right. While he was physically imposing, you didn't let it intimidate you one bit. While others might see this giant of a man looking dangerous as you two glared at one another, you knew he would never do anything to hurt you.

"I want to have fun with my friends on my own. We are fine and safe and I don't want you following us around like some stalker/Batman wannabe. I give you your space and trust you, why don't you do the same for me?"

"I trust you, but it's everyone else that I don't," he said.

"Then that's something you have to deal with and not force on me," you said, shaking your head. "I'm going back to my friends now, go home."

Chris was quiet a moment before sighing heavily.

"Fine, but message me if you leave the bar to go to another," he said, relaxing his shoulders a bit. "Please?"

"Of course," you said, patting him on the chest. "I love you, go home you big nerd."

"Love you too," he said with a snort, rolling his eyes before leaning in for a quick kiss. "I'll see you at home."

Another quick kiss and he was gone. Sighing in relief, you watched him leave before going back to your group of friends who had been watching the whole thing.

"Do we need to gang up on him with pool noodles?" A friend asked.

"I would say yes, but he left," you said with a chuckle. "Now, who wants shots?"

Carlos

"Hey cutie, how's it going?"

You looked up from the book you were reading the back of to see a fairly attractive man smiling at you in the same row of books. It was a later summer afternoon and you were waiting for your boyfriend to get off work so you figured an ice coffee and book browsing as a good way to kill the time. A quick text let him know where you were when he came to meet up with you for dinner.

"Excuse me?" You said, looking at him a little confused. Was he talking to you?

"How's it going?" He asked again, taking a step closer. It wasn't exactly intimidating, he was still almost three feet away and wasn't being too rude. Calling you 'cutie' was weird, but not exactly the worst offense.

"Oh, uh, it's going," you said, giving him a polite smile and nod before looking back at the book you had in your hand.

"You know, the author of that one is coming out with the finale book of the series this fall," he said, inching closer. Again, not that threatening. He kept his arms close to his own body, didn't raise his voice, or even look anywhere else other than your face. Were you not in a relationship you might have been open to the conversation more.

"Oh yeah? Cool," you said, putting the book back to look at another. While he wasn't setting off any alarms, you figured he would get the hint that you didn't want to really talk to him. Short answers that weren't open ended, not keeping eye contact, etc. You could be bad at social cues as well sometimes, so you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

"What kind of coffee is that?" He asked, turning to look at the shelves as he moved closer.

"Um, not sure. I asked for something special with caramel and the barista made it. You could probably ask them and find out," you said with a shrug, taking a step to the side to distance yourself.

"I'll have to do that," he said with a chuckle. "What books do you like?"

"Just. . . Books," you said, getting more irritated than nervous. "I just like reading whatever. I'm just killing time till my boyfriend gets off work." There, maybe he'll understand that.

"Oh yeah? Is he running late or something? You've been here a while," he said, earning a look. You narrowed your eyes at him, ready to throw hands when there was a deep voice clearing their throat behind you.

"No, he's here," Carlos said, standing directly behind you. You didn't have to see his face to know he was pissed. While he wasn't a jealous man, Carlos was protective. He would let you take care of yourself up to a point and right then was that point. "But thanks for the concern."

The guy whipped his head to look at Carlos, realizing how much bigger the other was and decided to cut his loses and run.

"Sorry," the guy mumbled, putting a book back as he nearly fell over himself to get away.

"Good job, probably made him pee himself," you said with a snicker.

"Good, maybe he'll learn some fucking manner," Carlos grumbled, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close for a kiss. "Has he been bothering you for long?"

"Naw, just like five minutes or something," you said with a shrug, giving him a peck on the lips. "I was handling it fine."

"Till he wasn't taking the hint," Carlos said, staying close as he could. He'd seen others flirt with you and watch you shoot them down without a problem, it was when they didn't understand that you didn't want them that he took action and offense. "He said you had been here a while. Fucker was watching you the whole damn time."

"Easy Tiger," you said, patting his chest. "He's a harmless guy that got scared off by a few words and a big guy. Probably not the sharpest tool in the shed, but harmless."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," Carlos said as you two began to walk towards the front of the store. "I'm gonna let the staff know. That's weird as hell and I don't like it."

"Carlos," you said with a sigh, but knew he wouldn't be talked out of it. Not only was he protective of you, but anyone else who might need it. You loved that quality in him, but sometimes he went too far.

On the way out, he stopped a staff member to let them know about the guy, getting a thanks in return before seeing the workers have a short huddle.

"You just gotta save everyone," you said with a snort.

"Hey, it's my job, baby," he said, giving you a smile as you two headed towards your awaiting dinner.