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joeburrowshaircurl · 1 month ago

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A Lovely Night

summary: You meet Joe for the first time at the movies. Set during the off season of 2024 after the Chiefs won the Super Bowl against the 49ers.

paring: Joe Burrow x shy anxious reader

warnings: fluff, anxious thoughts, social anxiety.

words: 1,502

a/n: sat down and cranked this out all at once. I don't know if I like it. Eyes hurt from proofreading multiple times so apologies if I missed something. For now this the only part. But it could have potential to be multiple parts depending if people like it or not? Maybe? Happy reading y'all!

Solo movie dates had become your thing, but it hadn't always been this way. There had been a time when you had struggled to leave the house for work. Sometimes those days still happened, but for the most part, you were proud of yourself for your newfound sense of freedom. It had taken a lot to get to this point. Watching movies and acting out movies with your friends had always been one of your favorite things to do growing up. As an adult, Saturday Night became a designated 'movie night' as a way to de-stress from the week. Whether it was at home, or at the cinema, depended on what was playing.

The one positive about Covid had been the shift to being able to get tickets online and pick your seat ahead of time so you could get your snacks, and head to your seat to look at your phone without anyone bothering you until the movie started. Or so you thought.

The first time you had seen the handsome tall man was in March during a showing of Dune: Part 2. He'd shown up with two other men after the lights dimmed for the preview trailers and you hated when people showed up late. It was pet peeve as yours, your anxiety often caused you to arrive at least 15 minutes early anywhere you went.

You tried your best to not watch the group as they made their way to their seats, which was in the same row as yours, but a few seats away. You caught glimpses of their faces, the tall one putting his hand up in apology before he sat down. You gave a polite smile before you looked away. Giving a small annoyed huff through your nose, you decided to take a small handful of popcorn and focus on the trailers until the movie started.

You had mentally prepared for the 2 hour and 46 minute run time of the movie, but as the credits rolled and you looked at your watch, you were shocked to see how much time had gone by already. You had been gripped by the movie from start to finish and as you stretched, you noticed the three men were gone which confused you. You hadn't noticed them leave. Did they leave early? Why did they come see Dune if they didn't like Sci-Fi? You brushed it from your mind, figuring you'd never see them again. Especially not the tall one.

The next time you went on a solo date to the movies was only a month later in April. Bill Skarsgård was one of your favorite actors and the movie also happened to release near your birthday so you had decided to see it. Yes you were spending your birthday weekend alone but at this point in your life, you had gotten used to it. You were planning on being a spinster for the rest of your life.

As you made your way to your seat, you had to go by a guy who had his hood up. Thankfully the aisle was large enough where you didn't have to get too close to him, but he was man spreading and had his phone in front of his face. You were more focused on not hitting his foot then tripping and spilling your popcorn everywhere. "G6...G6..."

You had been repeating your seat number quietly to yourself once you had to put your phone in your pocket to carry your drink and popcorn. You always got the same seat in the very back if you could, it was easier to remember. The last thing you wanted to do was sit in someone's spot and embarrass yourself. Little did you know, the man was grinnng as he heard you.

Once you were sitting and set your popcorn bucket carefully on your lap, you triple checked you were in the right seat on the app and breathed a sigh of relief as you get comfortable.

"You okay over there?" You heard a voice to your right.

You looked over, your cheeks turning pink. He looked familiar.....

Then it hit you that it was the same guy who had arrived during the trailers last month when you had gone to the movies to see Dune Part 2. But his friends weren't with him this time.

"Oh, yes." You smiled at the man, meeting his eyes before quickly looking down and away and back at your phone. Great, now he was going to think you are crazy. You glanced over at him to see him looking at his phone. Then you looked around the theatre. There wasn't many people here yet. He was early for once.

"A-are you excited for the movie?" Your heart was pounding as you tried to make small talk. Had he even heard you? It was a bad habit of yours to mumble when you were nervous.

He set his phone down when he heard you and looked over at you. "Ehhh not excited, but it's something to do, gets me out of the house." He smiled at you. You were struck by his smile, his teeth were so white. Suddenly you were self conscious of your smile. "You?"

It took a second for you to process that he was keeping the conversation going. "Me? Oh a little bit. I'm a Skarsgård fan, I promise I won't giggle too much. I just find him an excellent actor. I'm just doing something fun for my birthday." It had slipped out before you knew it. The last thing you wanted was sympathy. What was so bad about spending time alone? Nothing, you thought.

Your heart sank as you noticed the frown appear almost instantly on his face. "You are spending your birthday alone? Your friends aren't taking you out? That's no good. Well happy birthday." He smiled again, and you felt your cheeks get warm.

"Thank you. My birthday isn't today but it is the birthday weekend, as they say. I don't have many friends here besides my co workers." You weren't even sure if you could count co workers as friends as you were strict about keeping work separate from your personal life. "I haven't been in Cincinnati long."

His eyebrows raised slightly. "Oh really? Where did you move from?"

"Boston." Should you be telling a stranger this? Probably should have said a different city.

"Ahh beantown." he grinned and you wanted to roll your eyes.

"Yes, but locals don't call it that." But you'd like it slide, he was cute.

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm Joe by the way. He was only a few seats away from you and reached over to extend his hand out so you could shake it. You moved your popcorn off your lap to the free seat next to you so you could reach out and shake his hand back. His grip wasn't too strong which you appreciated it, but it was still strong, he was respectful.

"I'm-" The lights dimmed and that quieted you before you could introduce yourself. The first trailer started quickly and you and Joe settled into your seats to watch the screen. But a dim light to your right caught your attention as you saw Joe texting. It was a thing that often happened during movies now, which ground your gears. But Joe didn't text long thankfully and you saw him putting his phone in his pocket out of the corner of your eye.

The lights brightened in the theatre as the movie was over and Joe looked over at you. "What did you think?" He asked as he stood up. It was then you realized how tall he was. You were quite short compared to him.

"It was funnier than I expected it to be for a revenge movie." You said as you got up and gathered your things. It was late and you wanted to get home to eat the cupcake you had bought yourself as a birthday treat.

"I felt the same, not sure how well it will do at the box office though."

You couldn't help but smile, it was refreshing meeting someone who also also appeared to have a deep passion for movies.

Joe walked side by side with you out of the theatre and into the evening air. "I'm meeting my friends Tee and Ja'Marr for dinner, you can come if you like so you aren't spending your birthday alone. Just throwing it out there. I can give you the directions to the place. They came with me when I first saw you at Dune 2."

He remembered! You were floored. Should you be creeped out? No you had made eye contact at Dune and you hadn't seen him again before tonight so he couldn't be stalking you.

You released a breath you hadn't realized you had been holding. You hadn't liked the thought of being in a strangers car so suddenly, you were relived that you could take your own car and escape when you wanted to. New friends couldn't hurt in this new city either. It was time to get even more out of your shell.

"Sure, I'd like that, thank you." You smiled before you handed your phone over so he could find it on the maps app for you.

...little did you know, he was also putting his number in your phone.

#joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #nfl imagine #my writing

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homiesexuallaj · 2 months ago

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Request: Eric Draven (Bill Skarsgård version) introverted loner, meets Shelly who helps bring him out of his shell. Its love at first sight for Eric😍🖤

Pairing: Eric Draven x reader

Warnings/Genre: heavy au, fluff, rehab, troublemaker Shelly, Shelly makes you into a troublemaker, you and Shelly are like besties, shy Eric, reader flirts with Eric a tad, drug mention, mention of cigarettes

A/N: Okay yes I did read the ask wrong but in my defense I was blinded by the god of “x reader’s” and somehow my brain added that shelly introduced the reader to Eric, but hopefully you still enjoy it!

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You'd been in rehab awhile now. At least a couple months. You didn't have many friends, or any really. You had a few acquaintances that you got along with but no one that you had a true bond with.

Every day became the same for you. Shower, get dressed, breakfast, group therapy, afternoon outside time, lunch, one-on-one therapy, evening outside time, dinner, sleep, and repeat. It was tiring with no change. Until a certain duo started to cause some ruckus.

You didn't know who they were. The noticeable things were that they both were severely tatted up and that there seemed to be a whole foot of height difference between the two. The girl of the duo seemed to cause the trouble and disruption, dragging the poor, tall boy into her shenanigans. After getting in trouble for the umpteenth time, the boy disappeared and you came into view.

The girl, who's name was Shelly, popped herself right down at your table during lunch time. She had such a wide smile that her usual wide eyes turned to crescents. She twirled her hair as you two talked.

You two seemed to click almost instantly and Shelly quickly brought you out of your shell, dragging you into mischief. Mischief like sitting with boys Shelly thought were attractive, causing food fights, sneaking around after hours, escaping through the narrow windows in the laundry room, and giving each other stick-and-poke tattoos.

Shelly really did bring the troublemaker out of you.

Three weeks went by before Shelly's male companion was released from solitary confinement.

Shelly quickly flew back into his arms, dragging you by your hands. And here, you finally got a good close-up look at the man.

Compared to before solitary confinement, the man has black, crow-colored hair. Throughout the weeks here, his mullet had grown out, the tips of his hair curling up and peaking out from behind his neck. His eyes were a muddy green, brown flecks turning golden in the sunlight. His black tattoos were a stark contrast against his pale skin. And up close now, the man really was tall. So tall that you were face-to-face with his chest, his very broad chest.

Over the next few weeks of troublemaking, you learned that Shelly's male companion's name was Eric Draven and that Shelly often took the lead in troublemaking (with you being announced as second-in-command). Eric was rather shy and was often dragging in your's and Shelly's troublemaking. And he wasn't lookout, oh no, Eric was dragged down right into the middle. He often hoisted you girls up into places where your heights wouldn't allow you to reach.

At the moment, it was just you prancing through the halls. Shelly was off playing with one of her boy toys. You weren't looking for anyone in particular but when you came upon an open door on the second floor you couldn't help but peer in.

The room was messy. The mattress was overturned and the sheets torn off. There were papers everywhere, practically covering the tile floor, and a couple sheets of paper were thrown out into the hallway. In the middle of the room, picking up some of the papers, was Eric. He seemed irritated, probably because the care staff had ransacked his room. You shrugged, picking up the papers that led from the hallway and into his room.

"Well well well," You started, leaning against the doorframe. "What do we have here?"

"Oh um," Eric seemed to jump a bit at your presence. "Just some sketches."

You hummed, "You mind if I take a peak?"

"Not at all," Eric responded, swiping aside a couple papers so he could out his mattress right side up.

You flipped through your hand full of papers. Eric's drawings were good. Many were of the outside forest that surrounded the rehab building, others were of people around the common areas, and a few more caught your eye. There were some drawings of Shelly, mostly closeups like poses or while she was doing something nearby. The rest were of... you. Most from afar, drawn from across rooms or from different floors (as the angle suggested). The drawings were innocent enough, but one or two were you drawn in your undershirt and sweats with a hint of your nipples poking through the thin material. You blushed and cleared your throat.

"You like women with tight clothes, don't you?" You teased, watching as Eric put the sheets back on his bed.

Eric stood and looked down at your hand, seeing the slightly provocative drawings. He blushed heavy, spreading out across is cheeks and down his neck.

"Sometimes," He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

You only hummed in response and nodded, setting the papers down on a nearby table. You sauntered over to the taller man, causing him to drop his sheets that he was attempting to wrap around his mattress. You stood as tall as you could and wrapped your arms around Eric's shoulders, pulling him down to you a bit.

"What do you like to do for fun, Eric?" You practically purred, standing close but yet not close enough.

Eric looked between your eyes, nervous but there was obviously something else ticking in his mind. From the corner of your eyes, you could see his hands twitching. It was like he was itching to touch you but wasn't sure if he was allowed.

"I'll-I'll show you," Eric told you and made a motion to stand at his full height.

You pulled away from Eric and watched his movement.

Eric moved around you and peaked out the doorway of his room, looking for wandering staff. Once the coast was deemed clear, Eric grabbed your hand (almost on instinct) and lead you down and around the hallways.

The white walls twisted and turned. Wherever Eric was leading you, it got dimmer and dimmer. After another look around, Eric opened a door that he lead you two to. It squeaked loudly and you both cringed. Before you could have a look around, Eric pulled you into the dark room. The door shut behind you and you were befallen into pure darkness.

Eric let go of your hand and you could hear him shuffling around. He knocked into a couple things, cursing under his breath. A metallic creak and a groan were heard and the room was lit up from the ceiling. A ladder came down from the square opening. You stared at it, wondering what Eric had gotten you into.

"I'll go first," Eric muttered, already climbing up the ladder.

You followed a few steps behind.

Eric disappeared into the light. You followed and peaked your head up into the open air.

You were on top of the rehab building, rocks covered the entire roof. It was all flat, save for the three-foot-tall border around the roof to keep people from falling off. There were a few machines up here, like for air conditioning and stuff. It was all white up here, with the texture of gray from the rocks.

A tattooed hand interrupted your looking around. You followed the arm up to the face of the person. Eric was giving you an amused look. You rolled your eyes and grabbed Eric's hand, allowing him to help you the rest of the way up.

"So how did you learn to come up here?" You asked once your feet hit the rocks.

"The staff only come up here during certain times of the day," Eric answered, leading you to some metal duct-work that laid down on the roof. "If you watch it's not hard to learn their routines."

"Ah," You responded, now realizing how much Eric really watched his surroundings. "So this.. is what you do for fun?"

"Kinda boring, right?" Eric chuckled, sitting down on the duct-work and fishing a couple thin, white objects and an orange lighter from between the rocks.

"Why this?" You asked, avoiding Eric's question.

"It's just nice to get away from people sometimes," Eric lit the thin object, a cigarette, and took a hit. "It's loud down there. Out here is quiet."

Eric blew the smoke away from you and offered you the cigarette.

"No thanks," You held a hand up. "I don't smoke."

Eric nodded, keeping the cigarette to himself now.

It was quiet now. You couldn't help but side-eye Eric, admiring his smoking form. His long fingers kept the cigarette held in place, you noticed a slight tremor in them.

You could help but scoot a bit closer to the tall man, still eyeing him to see his reaction to you testing the waters. You saw him side-eyeing you back. You switched your eyes to the forest ahead, watching the swaying trees. Slowly, you leaned over towards Eric and laid your head atop his shoulder.

He tensed for a moment but relaxed, taking another hit from his cigarette.

"You're right," You muttered. "It is quiet up here."

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A/N: My askbox is open for Eric Draven! Feel free to drop one in!

#the crow #the crow 2024 #eric draven #bill skarsgård #the crow x reader #the crow imagines #eric draven x reader #eric draven imagines #bill skarsgård x reader #bill skarsgård imagines

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mydaddywiki · 3 months ago

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Stellan Skarsgård

Physique: Average Build Height: 6’ 3" (1.91 m)

Stellan John Skarsgård (born 13 June 1951) is a Swedish actor. He is known for his collaborations with director Lars von Trier, appearing in Breaking the Waves (1996), Dancer in the Dark (2000), Dogville (2003), Melancholia (2011), and Nymphomaniac (2013). Skarsgård has since starred in various blockbusters such as Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (2006) and Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (2007). He also starred in Mamma Mia! (2008), Angels and Demons (2009), and The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (2011). He played Dr. Erik Selvig in five Marvel Cinematic Universe films, starting with Thor (2011), and portrayed Baron Harkonnen in Denis Villeneuve's two-part Dune adaptation, Dune (2021) and Dune: Part Two (2024).

You’d think I’d already be into Stellan with how many things I’ve seen him naked in and there's a lot. And surprisingly the one that put him over the edge with is a movie where he didn’t appear naked in, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Wait, was it Thor: The Dark World? Well it was one of those two.

Skarsgård was born in Gothenburg, he moved often in his childhood and lived, amongst other places, in Helsingborg, Totebo, Kalmar, Marielund, and Uppsala. Skarsgård started his acting career early; and, by the age of 21, his experience in film, TV and stage was considerable. Most of his early roles were in Swedish television (such as Bombi Bitt) and films.

Twice married, with his first wife, they had six children together. Alexander, Gustaf, Bill, and Valter are also actors, while Eija was a model for a few years. His second marriage to Irish screenwriter and producer Megan Everett in January 2009 produced two sons. Because of this, Skarsgård had a vasectomy because he felt that eight children was enough. Well Mr. Skarsgård… if you were fucking me, you wouldn't have that problem.

RECOMMENDATIONS: Good Will Hunting (1997) Nymphomaniac: Vol. I (2013) Nymphomaniac: Vol. II (2013) Amistad (1997)

#mydaddywiki actors #Stellan Skarsgård

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satorusugurugurl · 1 month ago

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Would You Like a Balloon?

Summary: You hate clowns, but when you’re boyfriend decides to scare you in in full Pennywise makeup; you need to get revenge

Pairing: Gojo Satoru X AFAB!Reader

Warnings: clown makeup, dirty, talk, oral, (male and female receiving) suggestive

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Kinktober day eleven! Pennywise! If someone scared me! I would totally take my revenge out on them. I needed whimpering and whining Gojo! 😩

“Satoru!” You called out as you opened the door to the classroom. “Hey, I’m here.”

Looking around the classroom, you frowned. There wasn’t anyone in sight, which was strange, seeing as your students and boyfriends were supposed to be here after combat training. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched.

They had asked you to grab them some drinks from the vending machine, which you had happily agreed to after their hard work. But you were suddenly beginning to regret that choice as the hair on the back of your neck rose. This couldn’t be a curse; the school's alarms would have gone off by now. That, however, didn’t stop you from reaching into your uniform jacket and grabbing one of your talisman papers.

Cursed energy flowed into the parchment, igniting it with a blue aura as you walked further into the classroom. “Guys? Gojo?” The talisman spun in your finger as you looked around.

When you had turned your back, you saw a flash of red in your peripheral vision. All the tiny hairs on your arms stood as you slowly looked over your shoulder, finding a red balloon floating in the middle of the vacant classroom. Your instincts told you to run, but you went against them, cautiously approaching the balloon.

The balloon began floating towards one of the large lockers in the back of the classroom. The metal creaked as the balloon hit it, allowing you to see your reflection on the shiny red surface.

Just as he reached for the string to pull the balloon back, the door to the locker slowly creaked open another inch. Pull your heart out of your chest and into your throat. Pale face forward into the light of the streaks of red started at its eyebrows, flowing down the cheeks to lips painted the same red shade.

Scream your throat, the door wide open. Panic grabbed your heart, squeezing it as you fell back, scrambling to escape the demented-looking clown that looked like Pennywise. The creature stepped forward, holding the balloon string before riding towards you.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish as you struggled in your lungs to allow yourself to scream again when the figure in front of you crouched. It held the balloon out towards you, making you further away from it. That moment, when the shock finally wore off, you were able to recognize the cerulean eyes of the man you were in love with.

“Would you like a balloon?” Gojo Satoru, your soon-to-be-dead boyfriend, asked with a terrible impression of Bill Skarsgård.

All of your students walked in from the closet, laughing as Inumaki tapped on the screen of his phone of a video, no longer being recorded choked. And with that chime, your cheeks flushed as your pupils laughed even louder at your pain. Oh, they were going to regret their decisions.

“Oh my God, that was rich!”

“Did you see her jump!?”

“Salmon.”

“Inumaki, send me a copy of that!” Gojo whipped his head towards the chattering students, looking at the phone. Utterly oblivious to the boiling rage in your eyes as you pushed yourself off the ground.

Sensing an ominous danger, all your students turn their attention towards you. You menacingly point towards the door. Finally, noticing his students' reactions, Gojo turns, meeting your fury-filled expression.

“Since you guys have tons more energy to burn, go down to the field and run ten laps!” Acquire ungrown flooded the hall as the students began trickling out of the classroom, leaving you and Gojo alone. “And you!” You stomped forward, grabbing the taller man by the front of his uniform jacket. “Nice make-up.”

“U-Uh, thanks?”

“Leave it on until we get home.”

Gojo swallowed suddenly, wishing he was running ten laps with his students. “Why? Is this my form of punishment?” Satoru felt a chill go down his spine as he watched you give him a smile that helped nothing but anger. He reached out gently, patting him on the cheek before turning on your heels to head out of the room.

“I’m going to ruin it later.”

“W-What?! What does that mean?!”

What it meant was revenge. Only you weren’t going to scare him back. Oh no, not in the slightest. You fully intended to ruin that terrifying makeup, which was going reasonably well!

Satoru gasped, fingers clenching against the restricts holding him down as you hummed around his big throbbing cock. It throbbed and twitched inside of your mouth. Begging for you to stop, the overstimulation of the last three orgasms was finally creeping up on him. Sweat and tears streaked his cheeks, revealing the pretty skin underneath.

“I-I’m sorry!” He sobbed, trying his best to pull away from your mouth. “I-I didn’t know y-you were scared of c-clowns!”

You popped off his throbbing dick, stroking him with both your hands. “Bullshit~ you knew I was.” You took him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Satoru whined deep in the back of his throat, bucking his hips up, trying to pull his cock away from you.

“Nnngh~! P-Please, I-I fuck!” Satoru cried out, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as more tears streamed down his cheeks.

You had fully intended to make him feel bad, but after a while, you couldn’t stop yourself as he began whimpering and crying out. He struggled against the restraints that were holding his arms down. But he just looked so pretty you couldn’t stop yourself. You weren’t so much angry anymore, and instead more horny, eager to draw more sounds out from him.

You longed to hear what he sounded like when he lost all control.

You were bobbing, hollowing, and deep-throating his cock That twitched within your wet hot mouth, pushing Gojo to continue thrusting into your mouth. You listened as the whimpers turned into whines and begged for more. You watched as his eyes rolled back, telling you to increase the speed of your hand, twisting it gently around the base of the velvety skin of his cock.

“Gahh! Sweetheart,” he roared, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and gnawing on it as tears flooded over his cheeks, “I’m gonna cum again, please!” He tilted his head back against the pillow as his legs shook. “I-I don't think I could take much more!!”

You pulled yourself, always a string of saliva dripped between your bottom lip and his cock. “Sure you can!! You're the strongest~!” He cried out as you took him down your throat with a gag. “You can cum in my mouth if you want.” Smirking, you cupped your hair behind your ear, flicking the tip of your tongue against the sensitive head.

“Nngh, fuck oooh fuck me! Are saying that you’ll sw-”

“Swallow?” you finished for him, dragging the flat of your tongue along the underside of his cock, “I should spit it all over that ruined makeup and rub it in~ but I'm feely generous. So I think I will swallow for you.” You glared at him, squeezing his cock, to a point it was almost painful. “But if you ever scare me like that again, I’ll never swallow again.” Satoru cried out as you reached your free hand down, massaging his balls, “I only swallow for men who are nice to me, and if I really, really like.”

“Fuck,” he looked at you through half-opened swollen lids, “you’re killing me, sweetheart. I promise I-I’ll never scare you again!”

“Good boy~”

You increased the speed of your hand against his shaft. Your tongue flicking against the bead of pre-cum. He just stated so good you had to have more, “Haaah! Mmpmfuck!.” He sobbed softly, bucking his hips off the mattress. You moaned around him, drawing out groans from him as you hollowed your cheeks.

When you looked up at him, you nearly came yourself. His paint-stained and flushed cheeks were almost shining with a thin layer of sweat that sheened off his body. Satoru kept biting his lip with soft whimpers. God, he was enjoying this. He is overly sensitive, but fuck, it felt so good, and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him as you gently grazed his shaft with your teeth.

And that sent him tumbling over the edge without your permission, let alone a warning.

“Fuck Sweetheart!” He growled, bucking his hips as he came into your mouth. His seed spilled over your tongue as he continued to buck his hips, fucking his cum further into your mouth and down your throat. “Sweetheart!” He groaned, tugging at the restraints as you hummed around him, drawing his orgasm out.

Once he began softening, you decided to pull away, swallowing all of his cum, “Toru~” you whispered in a teasing tone. “You didn't ask if you could cum handsome.” He panted heavily, watching as you slowly lick your lips. “But you taste so good.” You cooed, crawling up and releasing him from the restraints before laying next to him as he slowly recovered from his fourth orgasm. His chest heaved as he looked at you, his crystalline blue eyes clouded with dark desire, “Now, what do you say we get to better things.” You reached down, stroking his already cock again, only for Gojo to reach down, grabbing your wrist.

“Hey.” He growled, rolling on top of you, kissing down your chest, and pulling out a soft moan from you. He began pulling your panties, pulling them down, “Don't you dare think you're skipping to the good part.” He flung your panties across the bedroom, “After I’m done apologizing to you properly, I’ll be so hard it’s hurt.” He grabbed you by your hips, pulling you close to his mouth.

“T-Toru,” you moaned, well aware that you were dripping wet, “oh my god,” you whimpered as he slowly dragged his tongue over your folds.

He paused, looking up and you with his ruined face paint, looking more like himself with a smirk, “Oh, and sweetheart,” You lifted your head to look down at him between your legs, “you can cum on my tongue if you want.” He snickered, dipping his head down. “Because I swallow, too.” Satoru winked before completely burying himself into your soaking cunt. His tongue worked at your folds while his tongue brushed against your clit. You couldn't help but scream as your hands reached down, gripping his hair. God, he really was going to make it up to you tonight! Even if it meant you both were oversensitive by the end of the night.

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hrtskarsgard · 1 month ago

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bill skarsgård, the man you are

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #clark olofsson

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sweetbillwriting · 3 months ago

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In The Dead of Night

TEN

Characters: AU Eric played by Bill Skarsgård from The Crow (2024)

Setting: This story is set in A WHOLE OTHER WORLD than the movie. Shelley isn't a part of this story. Eric will be different from the movie, I started this story long before I saw the movie.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

Notes: FINALLY seen the movie. All similarities with the movie are accidentally. I got this idea after seeing the trailer.

I looked at Eric with pleading eyes until I heard a loud groan from Robin and how he turned on his heel to leave.

“Robin!” I shouted after him and jumped out of bed. It was a reflex to follow him because he was the one that left, but he was also my best friend. After a few seconds of searching, I found my panties on the floor and the gray tank top Eric used the night before, and then I ran after Robin through the staircase.

“Robin, please! You don't understand! I was just-”

Robin turned around in the middle of a stair while I stood on the first step.

“No! I don't understand! Because the only way I can see you have been able to get in contact with him is that you searched him up! Behind my back!”

“Yes, yes… But it was for Lotti!”

It wasn't a complete lie, but it was far from completely true either.

“For my mom? For my mom? You don't know a fuck what's best for her!”

“She misses him all the time.”

“That doesn't mean he's good for her. And neither for you! He's a fucking junkie, Della!”

"No, he's not; he's clean!”

“That's what he says to you, you fucking idiot! How many times should I say to you, addicts are manipulative assholes, and he will hurt you. I just want your best, but instead you go behind my back and fuck the trash.”

I stood quiet because I was in the wrong and didn't know what to say, but also because I didn't know much about addiction, and once again I became worried Eric was actually taking something. Had he hidden pills somewhere?

“I get that it's an exciting story with the lost son, the son who came back from an addiction, but I've seen him close to death twice now, even if he had sworn he would never do anything again. My mom doesn't need that, and I don't think you want to be near that either. You have probably seen the signs that he isn't stable, and I'm quite sure you don't want that in your life.”

I could hear Lotti's words in my head about his long periods of opiates use and the short periods of him being happy. Maybe this was a short period he was happy, and he would soon fall down in the dark pit of drugs again. Hadn't he closed the door, only ignoring it for the moment? He had said himself he thought about drugs all the time.

Robin started to walk down with slow steps, not as upset anymore, but his shoulders were slumped, and I could see a genuine worry in his body language when he dragged his hand over his face.

“Robin…” I whined but stayed on my step.

“This is just fucked up, Della. Going behind my back but also how much you will destroy for yourself…” he said with a sigh. I stayed silent and let my tears fall until I heard him walk out the entrance door. I took a deep breath because I knew now I had one more man to explain my actions to. In one way it felt easier because Eric wasn't the type to scream and make a scene, but he would be much more hurt than Robin. Robin's emotions were loud, but Eric's was big.

I met him already in the hallway, dressed in gray sweatpants and a Joy Division t-shirt that was so well used it had a big hole in the armpit. He gave me a quick look when he threw down his sports bag with his things on the floor, then he pulled on his high-top Vans.

“Eric..! I cried pathetically. Now the tears streamed heavily, and I tried to drag his body close to mine, but he either turned his back against me or pushed me away lightly.

“Please just let me explain, please!”

I didn't even know how to explain my behavior, but still I said it, just to be able to make him stay, but it didn't work because Eric just pulled on his bomber jacket. In that moment when his arms were occupied, I took my chance to hug him around his waist, hugging so hard he wouldn't be able to go away.

“Della…”

He tried to sound bored and irritated, but I could only hear the tears in his throat.

“Please Eric, just let me explain.”

I tied my fingers together around his back to make it harder for him to push me away, but I noticed at once I didn't need to worry about that; Eric was too kind to push me hard. Instead, he let his arms hang by his side while he stood with his eyes closed. I looked at him and dried my own tears from my cheeks and wondered if he would cry, but he just took a deep breath until he spoke again.

“I want to go now, Delilah.”

“No! Let us go back to bed; please just let us talk!” I rambled in my panic and tried to make him move towards the bedroom. I was stupid for believing that. Eric's body was just muscles, and he wouldn't move an inch if he didn't want to.

“I don't want to talk. I want to go...”

He really tried sounding determined and hard, like he could do to Odin, but he just sounded like a broken boy.

“Eric, I want to explain-”

For the first time during our conversation, he looked at me. His beautiful big green eyes were full of tears, but he blinked them away and looked down at me again.

“I don't want to talk because it doesn't matter anyway. Everything between us is a lie; you have gone behind my back, and I guess the stalking Jackie talked about was also true then-”

“No, no! Let me explain!” I cried pathetically and hugged him even harder.

“No, Della. Let me go.” He looked at me seriously while a tear crawled its way down his porcelain skin. “Just let me go.”

I looked straight into his eyes while tear after tear swam down his cheeks. I cried loudly instead, like a kid losing its favorite stuffy. I wanted to continue to hold him, only letting him go when everything was okay again, but not even I knew how we would get past this. I was a stalker, a liar, and hadn't respected his boundaries. Eric was an addict, but that was his only flaw. He deserved something better.

Hyperventilating with tears, I let him go slowly, and he took the trunk standing on the floor and wiped away his tears on his cheeks. I hoped he would give me a final kiss, a hug, and say that we could stay in touch, but he just walked out of my apartment and closed the door behind him silently. I continued my hyperventilating cries, and it became worse when I realized I had one thing more to tell him. I opened the door fast and could hear his slow steps down the stairs and a sniffle. I took a deep breath through my pained lungs and shouted:

“I love you most in the entire world!”

×××

Desiree dragged her fingers through my hair, even if it was greasy. I had been lying in bed for six days, and both me and my bedroom smelled like sweat and stale air. I didn't notice the smell, though, because I was just thinking about Eric. A bit about Robin too, but mostly about Eric. I loved him so much it felt like my body had shut down, and for short moments I wondered if I would be able to function again.

“I get that you're sad over Eric and Robin and everything, but laying here just makes it worse…”

Desiree just knew that Eric was Robin's brother, and I had approached him without Robin's consent. She didn't know why Eric had broken up with me too, but she probably created her own story about all of it.

“You can talk to Robin. He will probably understand. I mean, it's just his brother. It was a stupid thing for you to do, but it is only his brother. Such things happen.”

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes even harder. It wasn't as easy as Desiree believed, and hearing her talk so lightly about it just made my chest ache even harder.

“Can't you come on a walk with me at least? You will feel better when you go out.”

I did what she said. I don't even know why; maybe it was just nice someone else made a decision for me. I wore Eric's big hoodie over a pair of leggings with my nose down in the collar to smell the little scent of him that was left on it. Desiree looked at me while I did it and sighed.

“He's really nice but don't you think this is for the best? You're so different from each other. I always thought you wanted a more ambitious guy who could afford traveling with you.”

She was right; I had dreams about traveling all the time, meanwhile Eric had problems even affording a visit to my hometown, but money wasn't everything. He was.

“I don't want that anymore…” I said with a small voice.

“You feel that now because you two just broke up, but I know how much you like to travel. He works as a part-time janitor. It doesn't sound like he can even afford a trip to New York.”

I dug my hands deeper into the pocket of the hoodie. It was too early for her to diss Eric. Maybe in a few weeks it could be comforting, but I doubted even that. Talking shit about Eric was what weak, prejudiced people did. He was the kindest soul and did his best in life.

“What about Dante? I mean, I've seen on Instagram that he's still single and you two were-”

“God! This shit about Dante! He's an asshole!” I groaned loudly. My whole family was obsessed with the thought of me and Dante, even if I had said so many times he was an asshole.

“I know you could nag sometimes, but all couples do that, and you were so perfect for-”

“No! Can you please back off? I never ever want to be close to him again!”

“Because he complained about your clothes sometimes? Every partner you have had has complained about your clothes!”

My style was eclectic, theatrical, and sometimes ultra-sexy. I was a vintage girl, but I also liked some drama, and every partner I have had has either complained about the length of my skirt or the size of my hat. Everyone except Eric. That wasn't the reason I hated Dante, though.

“Yes! Because he complained about my clothes!”

Desiree made a smacking sound with her tongue, like she thought I was silly.

“So? He was handsome, stable, rich, sweet…”

While Desiree continued to enumerate everything good with Dante, I looked at my phone that was ringing. It was an unknown number, and in regular situations I wouldn't have answered, but now I did just to make Desiree shut up.

“Hey, it's Nick... Uhm…”

“Hi?” I said confused but also nervously. I wondered if he would shout at me for breaking Eric's heart, but it didn't really sound like he was mad.

“I know you and Eric have broken up, but I think you should come? He's a mess, and I'm afraid he will do something stupid. Please Della?” Nick said pleadingly. He didn't need to say more than that, I stood up at once and gave Desiree a look. She looked back at me, confused.

“I will be there as soon as I can.”

×××

I had hoped a reason would arise where I could go to Eric, but him feeling so awful that Nick felt forced to call me wasn't what I wanted. Nick told me he, John, and Granny had watched him in shifts because they didn't know what he could do in his anxiety. They had started to watch him after Granny had seen the prominent blue imprint of a belt around his neck, and he had asked for Granny’s anxiety medication he knew he had.

Together, Nick and Granny had locked away every sharp object or thing he could strangle himself with, in a wardrobe, even if Eric said they were silly. They didn't dare to take any risks because they knew Eric had an impulsive side that could come out when you least expected.

I borrowed mom and dad's car again, and my tears streamed down my cheeks while I was driving. Of course I could see why he wasn't boyfriend material. He used drugs and self harm to cope with life when I had the plan to be an adult and travel with my safe boyfriend. Eric handled everything in life turning against himself and was far from being safe. Still, I didn't want anyone else, and even if he didn't want me, I would stand by his side.

I had packed some things, ready to stay if it was needed, but left the bag in the car. I didn't know if Eric actually wanted me there, and it would maybe provoke him if it seemed like I thought I would stay. Instead, I walked up to his apartment with just my phone and keys in his hoodie's pocket and pushed the doorbell with a deep exhalation.

It was Nick who opened the door, dressed in a white tank and black sweats.

“Hey,” he just said, and let me go into Eric's apartment. I gave him a little strained smile and stopped awkwardly in the hallway. It didn't feel right to just go in when Eric had asked me to leave him alone the last time we saw each other.

“He's in bed; maybe you can talk to him?” Said Nick, who scratched his jaw uncomfortably.

I nodded a little and moved into the room at once. Standing next to Nick in the hallway felt just awkward, and it felt better to just go to Eric.

I could see long pale legs sticking out under the black cover and a tattooed back. His black hair melted into the pillow. I didn't know if he knew I was there, if he was sleeping, so I just sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for signs he was ready for my presence. He seemed to be sleeping, so I moved the cover away from his neck and saw the angry bruise on his skin. It wasn't just black and blue but there were also wounds where the leather had penetrated his skin. It really looked like someone had tried to decapitate him.

“Oh god…” I whispered to myself. “Have you cleaned the wound? It looks awful.”

I looked at Nick, who leaned against the armrest of the couch.

“Ehm… No…” he said guiltily. “He wouldn't accept that anyway. You really believe he would let me clean his wounds?”

I sighed and dragged my fingers through the back of Eric's greasy mullet. To touch him was a reflex, but it caused him to wake up, and he looked at me with heavy eyes. He had a longer stubble that didn't match his raven colored hair.

“Hey…” I said softly, but I could feel the nerves in my chest.

He looked at me for a few seconds, then turned his back to me. I stared at his broad back hurt and then at Nick, who smiled at me disappointedly and stood up.

“Do you want coffee?” He asked me.

I furrowed my brows in confusion.

“I think I should go?”

“That easily? I thought you loved him?” Asked Nick with a bit of attitude. It was obvious he was protective of Eric.

“Yes but… He doesn't want me here?”

“He doesn't want me here either. So, coffee?”

I looked between Nick and the back of Eric.

“Yes, thank you.”

The two of us sat on the couch while Eric continued to sleep in the bed. We didn't say anything because there wasn't that much to say. I knew Nick wouldn't ask what happened between me and Eric, and I wouldn't tell until I really must. After 45 minutes of us just staring between the window, our phones, and Eric's back, he turned around and looked at us. His eyes were tired and sad, and at once I had a bad conscience. Was it me who had destroyed him like this?

Nick stood up and walked to the kitchen when he noticed that Eric just looked at me, and I took a deep breath. I didn't know what would happen, even if I knew Eric wasn't the angry type. He looked at me with big eyes that just became more and more shiny.

“I miss my mom…” he suddenly said with a wobbly voice and let himself cry without restraint.

“Hey, hey…” I said with a beating heart, broken of seeing him like that. I ran up to the bed and sat down next to him and hugged him.

“You can be with your mom, you know.”

Eric shook his head and took a deep breath. He laid down on his back and pushed his hands against his eyes.

“I have pain everywhere…” he whispered, and I nodded just a little and started to pat his chest. I didn't know if it would be okay, but I knew that if he had anxiety, it was where the pain started.

“Harder…”

I patted harder, in a circle. It made Eric remove his hands from his face and look at me. We didn't say anything; we just looked into each other's eyes while I patted.

“I lost my job…” He said after a few minutes.

“No, why?” I said with an empathetic voice, but it seemed to just make everything worse, and his face shrank up because of new tears.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?”

“I forgot I needed to go to work.”

It was typically him, especially when his emotions went wild. I nodded in response and continued to pat his chest.

“I can't do anything right…”

"Yes, you can! You're so great, baby.”

I felt awful hearing him talk about himself like that and laid down next to him and steered his face against mine. He looked between my eyes and lips, and I moved closer to him, encouraging him to kiss me, but he looked away.

“Delilah…” He paused and looked up at the ceiling before he turned his gaze to me. He shook his head a little, but I couldn't interpret what he wanted to say.

“It's broken between you and me. It's broken…” He turned his eyes away from me again and closed them tightly. I laid and looked at his perfect profile and felt my chest start to hurt in a similar way Eric's probably did.

“But… But you need me...” I whispered. Eric didn't say anything, even if I crawled closer to him, kissing his earlobe and patting his cheek.

Eric breathed heavily and licked his cracked lips.

“I just… I don't feel well at all…”

He said, and let me continue to touch his face. I nodded fast, eager to just make him feel better.

“We could talk if I felt better…” he whispered, and he laid his cheek heavy in my hand. My heart beated faster now; the thought of him being able to talk to me and give me another chance took over everything else. I could do anything for him to forgive me.

He looked at me with big, green, soulful eyes and I knew I would do anything for him, especially when his eyes started to swim with tears.

“I saw something at your place when I was there... You still have pain medications for your shoulder, right? If I could just get a couple so my chest pains would stop…” His tears ran down his cheeks again, and I wiped them away with my thumbs. “Just three or four, it wouldn't make a difference? It's just for now.”

I didn't even know that I'd left the morphine pills so he could find them and admired him for not having taken anything. Maybe he could just take a couple? Just now when he didn't feel well?

“Please Della… It feels like I will die, please...” He cried, and he made me nod a little, even if I hadn't really thought it through.

“Yeah?” He said it with a small, hopeful smile. It was the first smile he had given me that day, and it was so precious I couldn't stop myself from just smiling back.

“Yeah,” I said and nodded a little.

“Can you get them now?” he asked eagerly. His eagerness made me doubt my decision, but I had too bad a conscience to take my words back. He would never talk to me if it seemed like I played with him.

I nodded at his question, and he hugged my hand in his as a thank you. I squeezed it back a little bit too long but then stood up, walking out to the hallway. I prepared myself for Nick's questions because I knew he wouldn't get me. He seemed to believe Eric was a lost case, but it was me who had been with him the most the last few months, and I knew this was just now. He would see it was just now he would take the pills.

“Are you going now?” Nick asked, confused, when I was almost at the door.

“I will be back.”

“Okay? I just thought you felt he was more important,” he said with a shoulder shrug.

“I do!” It angered me that he even said such a thing. “I just need to get something.”

Nick looked at me up and down and stopped at my eyes. I couldn't look at him, so I looked away, and it was obvious enough for him to understand.

“You're going to give him drugs!”

“No!”

“You're going to get him drugs!”

“No! I just-”

“Are you so fucking slow that you would give an addict drugs! Huh??”

“I'm sorry!” I cried and dragged Eric's hoodie sleeve over my eyes. “I just want him to stop being in pain!”

“Why did I even call you?? You're just a naive little girl! Get the fuck out of here before you've destroyed him completely!”

I ugly cried from shame but also terror of seeing Nick that angry. I turned on my heel and ran out the door, down the stairs as fast as I could. It felt like Nick was chasing me even if I knew he wasn’t.

I jumped into my car while sobbing. First I just felt sorry for myself, for evil Nick had destroyed everything, but it didn't take a long time before I realized what I'd almost done.

I think about drugs all the time.

I could hear Eric's voice in my head and thought about how he had told me how much he still dreamt about drugs. If I had given him it, what would have happened then? I wanted to believe it would just be that time, but not even I was that stupid in reality. I just couldn't stand hearing him cry in pain.

I was a naive little girl, and Nick did the right thing by throwing me out. Everyone made it sound like Eric wasn't good for me, but everything pointed to how it was the other way around.

×××

Three days later, Robin agreed to meet me on the bench outside of the salon. He had Odin with him, who was much happier to see me than Robin was. I cuddled with him for a while even if Robin was waiting, but even he knew it would be calmer if Odin just got his attention. When I sat down on the bench, Robin gave me an unexpected first question.

“So it's Eric that has started to raise him?” He looked at Odin, who had laid down on the ground in a way he wouldn't have done some months ago. I shrugged my shoulders and swallowed hard.

“I guess so. He's really good with animals, and Odin really-”

“I know he's good with animals; even our dog Max loved him more than me.”

I laid my head to the side and gave him a sympathetic look.

“No one loved him more than you.”

“Yes, my parents, our relatives, even the dog! I had only my uncle on my side. Otherwise, it was so much about Eric all the time!”

“Don't you think that's from your perspective, because he was the adopted son?”

Robin made an irritated sound and shook his head.

“The apartment he has now is his first home. Did you know that? He lived as a parasite on mom and dad all the time-”

“Don't call him that; he has had a tough life.” I tried to say it softly, but it still provoked Robin.

“He lived on the streets as long as he thought it was fun then he-”

“No one thinks it's fun to live on the street! Come on!” I was annoyed now because Robin really tried to own the narrative, even if it all was completely unbelievable.

“He did! Then he came home to mom and dad, and they needed to save him! It was me who fucking forced mom to get him into rehab! She couldn't take care of him when dad just died! And Eric didn't do anything else than get eaten up by heroin until he overdosed! Some nice son there!” He more or less shouted now, and I wanted to hush him because of his harsh words, but then he would probably get quiet instead.

“So your dad died and Eric overdosed because of it?”

“Oh shut the fuck up. That wasn't the reason.”

I sighed and dragged my hands over my face.

“But you took him to rehab then? It was nice of you, Robin. You might have saved his life.” I tried to talk to his more human side, and it seemed to work because he took a deep breath.

“Yes, but it was totally fruitless. And now he did it again.”

I furrowed my brows in confusion. Eric hadn't OD’d since I got to know him...

“You remember when I said my uncle had hit his head and gotten into a coma? It was he who was in a coma. Eric. Everyone thought he would die. Can you understand now why he isn't good for you? He has been clean for like half a year.”

I didn't listen to the last part of what he said. I just thought about where I was in life when Eric was close to death. I was dreaming. About him.

My Eric. My dream man.

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