#eddie with tattooed thighs is a dream god

[hawkinsbnbg]

Rockstar Eddie who was obsessed with model Steve and collected every issue that had Steve on the cover.

He had disdained the Harrington’s little prince at first until he hate-watched every interview of the so-called talentless nepo baby and realized that yeah, he was so fucked.

Meanwhile, Steve had no interest in the metal scene, much less a random rock band named Corroded Coffin.

But Nancy said the paycheck was good and Robin had guaranteed that the band’s frontman was definitely his type, so featuring in their MV wouldn't do him any harm.

That was why Steve was here, fishnets and leather shorts, high heels and handcuffs, straddling Eddie Munson who was devouring him with those dark wild eyes.

They were shooting a scene where the two of them met in a strip club with Eddie being a heartbroken man and Steve being the stripper.

To say Eddie was his type was still an understatement. The man was literally his teenage wet dream with those tattoos and sharp handsome features.

Steve had to restrain himself from doing anything unprofessional like catch those plump lips in a heated kiss and said fuck the consequences.

He could barely focus on the camera as he rode the toned thigh while those large hands roamed his bare skin and kneaded his cheek through the leather.

"Been a fan of your work, sweetheart," hot lips trailed down his neck in open-mouth kisses.

"Need me to sign anything?" Steve twirled a curl with his finger.

"Yeah," Eddie smiled playfully and winked at him. "Even better if you use those lipsticks of yours."

Steve would've kissed him right then and there had the director not yelled, "And... Cut!"

And their bubble burst just like that.

Before he could get up from Eddie's lap with disappointment, he was hoisted in a pair of strong arms, steady hands braced under his thighs like he weighed nothing.

And god was it hot to wrap his legs around Eddie's waist and let himself be carried back to his trailer, ignoring everyone besides winking at Nancy’s exasperated eye roll, Robin’s dorky thumbs up, and that pretty blonde Chrissy’s impish smile.

Because hell yeah, Steve was the one scoring a fun night with the Eddie Munson here. Keep talking and looking bitches.

"Wait, what about the MV?" He asked as Eddie settled them both on his couch.

"Don't worry," Eddie pecked his chin softly. "The strip club is our part for the day. We'll only have one scene left tomorrow."

"So what are we gonna do now, Mr. Rockstar?" Steve raised his eyebrow, drawing lazy circles on Eddie’s chest.

"Whatever you desire, sweetheart," Eddie grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss on its back.

And well, Steve would be ashamed if he passed on such a golden opportunity.

So he hooked his arms behind Eddie’s neck and leaned in to whisper against those plump lips.

"Then ruin me, hot stuff."

When the MV was out, it caused a crash on YouTube and was flooded with countless comments about Steddie—the internet’s ship name for a certain rockstar and a certain model who had been together for months and blissfully lost in their honeymoon phase without a care for the world.

Their names were top trending on Twitter and the MV had become a hit thanks to their through-the-roof chemistry.

When they eventually announced their marriage to the world, they received well wishes from their fans, friends, and family.

And a few years down the road, everyone would know about them as that one happily and disgustingly in-love couple.

Til the rest of their lives.

[yearningagain]

it's enough (to make a girl blush)

HIIII EVERYONE so you know that fic i was asking for a beta reader for?? well i found one!! and i'd like to present the first chapter of it's enough (to make a girl blush), my first SERIOUS fic that i 100% intend on finishing!!

i'd like to thank the amazing @kayleeofcamelot for being my lovely beta reader <3

also on AO3!

wc: 1.1k | rating: e (18+) | pairing: steddie | cw: none | tags: a/b/o, alpha eddie munson, omega steve harrington, modern au, baker steve, famous eddie, getting together, gay eddie, bi steve, soulmates/true mates/scent mates, side buckingham

part two | part three

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"God, fuck- alpha, please ..." Steve begs, sat upon a man's toned, yet lean thigh, grinding and rutting against it as he chased his high. The man chuckled darkly, his hands coming to grip Steve's hips, tight enough that Steve knows there will be bruises, guiding him along roughly.

With barely open eyes, he managed to peek at the hands that would surely leave marks come morning. Dark tendrils of tattoos that stretched from the man’s second knuckle and up his arms. Fingertips calloused and dexterous, nails bitten and paint chipped, and almost every finger has more than two silver rings adorning it, save for his right hands ring finger. No, that finger holds only one ring. An aged, loved, golden band with three small red crystals set in a line.

Small gasps left Steve's lips, every roll of the omega’s hips pressed his cocklette deliciously against the fabric of the omega's thin shorts. Both pants had surely been ruined by the amount of slick that poured out of him, but he couldn't make himself feel bad about it, even if he tried. Something inside him, his omega , told him that the alpha was having just as much fun as he was.

"Ah- ‘M close, alpha..." Steve pants, head feeling pleasantly fuzzy. He could smell how his own scent had changed, the spiced apple scent turning into something heady and thick. Suddenly, he got hit with the most divine scent in the world. Campfire smoke and pine, a hint of petrichor and old books. Home- a whispered thought. It almost sent him over the edge.

Almost.

Then, all of a sudden, everything felt wrong . It was as if he was floating away from his body, his mind a balloon escaping a child's loose clutch. He couldn't smell the alpha, just his own scent turning sour and rotten. The cool sensation of the man's rings where they pressed into bare skin suddenly spread all over, no longer comforting, but as if ice water had engulfed him. Something nagged at him, though, in the back of his mind. Something like a spark, settling into the omega and igniting coals to keep him warm and happy.

And Steve opened his eyes.

—

Steve glared at himself in the mirror, bare in preparation for a shower. There were no marks, no evidence of anything happening. One more glance over his entire body confirmed that there was nothing left of the alpha. It was a simple wet dream. The only thing that kept him from dismissing the dream entirely was his strong disappointment when he woke up alone, and the low thrum of energy he could feel stemming from his inner omega. (And the slick-soaked sheets he'd have to deal with later.) If he focused hard enough, he could almost hear the whispering rumble of "Mate. Alpha. Mate. Alpha."

He shook himself from his stupor and hopped in the shower. What did it mean, this newfound warmth over someone he'd apparently made up in his mind? Was he really that lonely? No, of course not. 

(Yes. He was.)

After turning over question after question in his mind only to come up blank, he sighed. He'd have to talk to Robin about this. 

Reluctantly set in his decision, he got out of the shower and patted himself dry, threw his hair up in a towel, and put on a fresh pair of sweats. Throwing a glance at his alarm clock, it read 9:57 AM . Robin should be awake by now, hunched over their dinky coffee machine with her eyes still closed and dried drool on her chin. 

It was Sunday, so Robin didn't have class and the bakery Steve worked at, Claudia's Cakes , was closed for the day. He figured he could take her out to lunch. Maybe the deli two doors down from the bakery? He had been having a craving for their Cubano recently. 

Stepping out of his room and shuffling to the kitchen, Steve found Robin exactly like he thought, arms braced on the counter to pillow her resting head. The coffee machine gurgled away, the strong scent mingling with Robin’s earthy strawberry aroma.

"Morning, Robs."

A small groan is all he got in response. He chuckled softly and fetched the sugar and creamer, setting it on the counter next to his best friend's birds nest of bed head. Taking his place at their table, he opened up his phone to check his messages (mostly from Dustin talking about some band he found online).  Soon, Robin slumped into the chair across from him, a mug of coffee placed in front of him as she sipped on her own. Now that she was actually awake, she looked at him with a curious expression.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Steve asked her.

She hummed, taking a calculating look. "No, nothing on your face. You just... you smell different. Not bad different! Just different, like instead of cinnamon apple cake, you smell like roasted apples. And honey? What's up with that?" 

Steve is surprised she doesn't spill her coffee all over the place with how she flings her arms around, emphasizing her question with a pointed finger and finally slamming her mug down.

"I don't know, dude.” Another glare from her. "I really don't! Anyways, did you want to grab lunch at the deli today? My treat."

Sighing and giving him one last glare, she shrugged. "Yeah, sure. I’ve been meaning to stop by the record store, could we swing by on the way back?”

Steve threw a pointed glance to their overflowing record crate below their old record player, a housewarming gift from Robin’s mom. She huffed in response, crossing her arms and mumbled “I just want to look.”

Crimson painted her cheeks and she avoided his gaze, which was all Steve needed to know. He knew Robin had made a friend (or crush rather) in her music theory class at UIC, and she and Steve were basically some sort of cosmic twins, and he knew all of her tells. So when he asked if he’s finally going to meet her, she really shouldn’t be that surprised. She still looked up at him with wide eyes, dropping her arms to the table. Another pointed look from Steve and she relented, “She told me to stop in when I could because she wants to show me this really cool limited edition vinyl the store got in recently and she looked so pretty when she asked, Steve. She had these pigtails and she was wearing this eyeshadow that made her eyes pop and she was wearing the skirt I told you about, the one with the hearts? Yeah, that one! And her sweater was, like, four sizes too big and she looked tiny! Anyways, how could I possibly say no when she looks like that?! She batted her eyelashes at me, Steve. Don’t give me that look.”

The omega simply sighed, shook his head fondly, and stood up. 

“Be ready in an hour, Buckley.”

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 31

part 1 | part 30 | ao3

updating the rating to E. cw: recreational drug use/marijuana, foreplay, mild-to-moderate spit kink

“I feel like a water bottle,” Steve slurs. At some point he wiggled his way between Eddie’s legs to get a better look at his tattoos — starting at his ankles and working his way up, pointing at each piece and asking, "What's this? And what's that?"

Eddie explained each one in turn: the quotes, the lyrics, the silly art. "This one's the Elvish word for friend. That one's from an Iron Maiden song. Oh, the asterisk? It's supposed to be an asshole. No, I'm serious! That's how Vonnegut drew them in his books."

Now Steve’s lying flat on his back between Eddie’s splayed thighs, eyelids heavy, body warm. 'Go Your Own Way' plays softly on the stereo, and Eddie continues his tattoo tour, the fingers of his free hand weaving patterns through Steve's hair — lazy, twirling zig-zags that send skitters of sensation across his scalp and down his spine.

Steve feels like he could die right now. Happy. Held. Content.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

“This is fucking awesome,” he hums.

“Good,” Eddie grins at him, “I’m glad.” He scratches lightly at his scalp. “What were you, uh— what were you saying about a water bottle?”

Oh, right. Steve lifts a hand; pantomimes tilting a bottle back and forth. “Like, uh….. Sssloshy.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie snorts. “You’re so high.”

“Mmmmhm.”

“And you look like you’re jerking off a ghost."

“I’ll jerk off your ghost,” Steve mutters petulantly.

"I’m sure my ghost would love that.”

Eddie reaches for the joint and takes another drag, and Steve tilts his neck, arching up to look at him. Bites his lip at the pretty picture Eddie makes: the sharp shadows and delicate lines, the shape of his full lips exhaling rings of smoke. Big for a guy's. He remembers thinking that a couple weeks ago. That they were big. That they looked soft.

And now he thinks: Kissable.

Steve licks his lips. “What about your, uh- not ghost?”

Eddie laughs like he’s watching a newborn puppy try to walk. “You want to touch my dick so bad.”

“S’probably a good dick,” Steve shrugs, unashamed.

He probably should be — ashamed. Guilty for the feelings stirring deep inside his chest; feelings weed brings to the surface, sends southbound, turns to need. He can imagine how the good, god-fearing Catholics who raised him would react if they could see him now, how they'd foam and froth and rage, red-faced and covered in spittle as they shouted that he's condemning himself to Hell.

But the thing is, he's already in Hell. He's been here since July.

And anyway, Hell's kinda nice. Gentle and warm, surprisingly kind. Hell smells like leather and tobacco, like weed and aftershave, and it sounds like Lindsey Buckingham, and it likes to braid Steve's hair.

Hell has endless, inky eyes and probably kisses him with tongue.

Heat spreads through him like molten honey at the thought, spilling hot over the edges, curling in his core, and Steve turns his head to the side and drags his mouth over a tattoo on Eddie’s inner thigh — a cartoon cloud over a curled-up snoozing fox. He noses at the edge of Eddie's shorts; pushes them up.

Goosebumps pebble under the warm press of his lips. "What's this one?" Steve whispers, nudging the fabric further up.

Eddie’s laugh is quiet and strained. "Something I don't want to discuss with your mouth this close to my dick. Stevie," he warns, but it's breathless, full of want. There's a wet spot on his shorts.

Steve pushes onto his belly, blows hot breath over the spot, liquid fire coursing through him at he stares at the bulge in Eddie’s shorts. Blistering heat, the sweetness dense, rich and thick on his tongue; in his veins. He mouths at the crease of Eddie's thigh. Eddie smells so good, like skin and sweat and boy, and Steve wants this. Wants it so badly he feels the ache inside his teeth. I dreamed the goddess poured ambrosia...

Steve feels it drip from head to toe.

"Steve." Eddie's voice is sharp this time, commanding and firm as he fists a hand in Steve's hair — not hurting him; not letting him move. Keeping him from putting his mouth just where he wants.

Steve makes a desperate sound and rocks his hips against the bed.

"Steve, stop," Eddie scolds. Pulls his hair a little harder, like he’s tugging on a leash.

"Eddie, please.” Steve’s eyes roll back, and he shifts his hips again. Just once; just a bit. Not nearly hard enough.

"No. Behave. Be good."

Steve freezes — tenses every muscle, holds himself so still, his face flushing with shame, because he didn’t mean to not be good. Didn’t mean to do anything bad. He blinks at Eddie with watery eyes and says he’s sorry, his voice cracking around the word.

"God," Eddie groans. His fist tightens in Steve’s hair, and his hips twitch off the bed, the curve of his cock brushing the tip of Steve's nose. Fuck. "Holy shit. Roll over."

"What?"

"On your back, like you were before." He’s panting when he says it, and Steve does as he's told; flips over onto his back, face bracketed by Eddie's thighs, the tent in his own shorts embarrassingly big. Obvious.

"Good,” Eddie exhales. “That’s- Jesus. Yeah, that’s good." He sinks back against the wall with a winded sigh.

And then he doesn't say anything else.

Doesn’t even move, just slouches down to catch his breath.

Steve kind of wants to cry; feels chastised and stupid, because of course Eddie doesn't want this. He already said he didn't, didn't he? Not tonight, anyway. And now Steve’s ruined things by being high and dumb and selfish, getting himself worked up over nothing and making it Eddie’s problem, and he'll probably spend the rest of this night miserable and blue-balled because he's a horny idiot, but that's—

It’s fine, if Eddie wants to cool things off; if he doesn't want to— he's allowed to not want—

"Here's what's about to happen.”

Steve snaps his head up to listen. Twists his neck around, sees Eddie lounging against the wall like a bored king on a throne, one ringed hand cupping himself loosely through his shorts. He squeezes once, takes another deep breath; lets it out long and controlled. Steve’s gonna fucking drool. "You’re gonna touch yourself for me.”

Steve moans. Guttural and loud, the sound punched out of his lungs, because Eddie’s voice comes out like gravel — husky, deep, the words authoritative and slow; like Steve needs to be punished; like Eddie’s merciful.

“You’re going to touch yourself exactly how I tell you to, and only how I tell you to. If I say stop, you stop. If I say faster, you speed up. If it's too much—" His hand moves to Steve’s cheek, slapping lightly against the bone. “—you tap out, or you tell me.”

Steve nods his head, entranced. Eddie’s thumb moves to his mouth. “And if you’re very, very good…” He tugs his bottom lip; presses in; lets him suck. “…then I’ll let you watch me come. How does that sound?”

Steve whines; hollows his cheeks, sucking harder, flicking his tongue. Eddie’s thighs clamp down around him, and when he pulls his hand away the spit clings to his thumb, a delicate string connecting them before it breaks. “Asked you a question, sweetheart.” He smears the spit over Steve’s chin. “Does that sound good?”

Steve nearly swallows his tongue.

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part 32

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[rip-quizilla]

Meet the Teacher

Pairing: Modern!Older!Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!Teacher!Reader

Summary: Eddie meets his daughter's new kindergarten teacher and he's pretty sure you're his wet dream come to life. AKA: single dad!Eddie fantasizes about you while he jerks off.

Word Count: 2.4K

Tags: 🔥SMUT, modern au, masturbation, implied road head, pervert!Eddie, switch!Eddie (sort of)

A/N: She's a short queen, standing just over 2k words tall- barely more than a blurb. Quick 'lil read, but I hope y'all enjoy her ❤️

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Eddie needed to calm down.

This wasn’t the time for him to be straining against his jeans, getting hot and bothered at seven o’clock on a Tuesday evening. Wasn’t the place. Hell, given his history with school in general, he should feel uncomfortable as fuck in all sorts of other ways, sitting in a classroom for the first time in over a decade. The last time Eddie remembered being happy to be in a classroom was Miss Adami’s fifth grade class. She had always been nice to him. 

Eddie wouldn’t mind if this teacher were nice to him…

Fucking. Stop. You horny bastard. Eddie chided himself mentally, Get it together, Munson.

He crossed his leg over the opposite knee, willing his half-mast dick to soften the fuck down, and fast. Eddie did his best not to draw attention to himself as he readjusted his position in the too-small plastic chair, scooted about a foot away from the hilariously low table he was currently sitting by. 

He focused his gaze on Raven, his daughter, who sat criss-cross-applesauce on the rainbow-colored rug at the front of the classroom. Her big brown eyes were wide, rapt as she watched her new teacher leading her and all the other five-year-olds in a song that required various hand motions and claps and whatnot. Eddie couldn’t help but grin fondly at the little tyke as she listened intently to every direction, determined to do every little thing her teacher asked of her without a single flaw. 

The only problem was that no matter how cute his daughter was, no matter how much Eddie tried desperately to control himself, he couldn’t tear his eyes off you.

He knew schools were loosening up on rules and regulations and all that- more and more school districts now allowed teachers to dye their hair unconventional colors, show tattoos, have more than just their earlobes pierced, blah blah blah…

But he hadn’t expected his daughter’s kindergarten teacher to look this fucking hot. 

You were something straight out of his fantasies. Like some hybrid rockabilly/alt girl/teacher hybrid, with hair that shone such a vibrant red that he knew there was no way it was natural. Fine by him. Tattooed sleeves of black-inked flowers crawled up your arms, showcasing some of the most beautiful linework and shading that Eddie had ever seen. His eyes followed the vines without his permission, taking account of the foxglove at your right forearm, the hyacinth on your left elbow, the cluster of lilacs that peeked out of the capsleeve on your shoulder. 

And oh, god, he couldn’t look at the snake that coiled around your knee. He hadn’t seen it at first, but when you’d sat down in your chair at the front of the classroom, your dress had crept up your lower thigh, allowing the snake to slither into view, and fuck, Eddie wasn’t sure he’d be able to pay much attention to whatever information you’d be delivering that he probably needed to know. All he could hope was that you’d been considerate enough to print out any necessary information so he could read it later.

Tearing his eyes from his daughter’s teacher (christ, Eddie really was a horny bastard, this was in no way okay), he pulled his phone from his pocket in an effort to provide himself a distraction.

“Ahem.”

Eddie’s gaze shot up from his phone screen, realizing shamefully that your eyes were trained on him, catching him red-handed in the middle of using his phone in class (which was funny, since he technically wasn’t ‘in class’, just in a classroom). Still, that didn’t seem to make a difference to you as you raised an eyebrow at him, challenging him to do anything other than slip that phone back into his pocket. Trapped under your authoritative glare, Eddie gulped, cock twitching slightly as he slid the phone back into the pocket of his charcoal jeans. 

The moment your eyes left him, you were back to wide smiles that crinkled around your lashes, clapping along with the kids who already adored you, even though you technically wouldn’t be their teacher until next week. It didn’t matter- they were infatuated with you, a sentiment that Eddie could understand completely. 

When Eddie stepped up to shake your hand on the way out of your classroom that evening, his heart had leapt at the look that you gave him- one eyebrow raised, the corner of your lipsticked mouth clipping up in a wry, knowing smile. 

Just like you’d done for every child before they left your classroom that day, you first crouched down until your eyes were level with Raven’s and asked if she would prefer a hug or a high five. Unsurprisingly, the little firecracker had responded by simply throwing her arms around your neck, clinging to you with the reckless abandon and generous trust that only a five-year-old could give so freely. When you stood to shake Eddie’s hand, he had to bite back a what, I don’t get to pick a hug or high five? 

“Raven,” you said, voice still lifted with excitable inflection that would make any little ankle biter’s ears perk up like a doberman’s. “I can already tell you’re an excellent student. Do you think you can help your daddy remember all of the things we talked about today?” 

Raven’s eyes lit up, and her wispy curls shook as she nodded her head in agreement. “Uh-huh!”

Eddie gave his daughter’s hand a squeeze and nudged her lightly with his knee. “Yes ma’am.” he prompted, and it was echoed in her tiny, polite voice upon hearing his reminder. 

Your eyes flicked up to his, approval in your gaze dancing with the teasing sarcasm in your smile. “Excellent manners.” you praised, and Eddie wasn’t sure if you were talking to him or to his daughter. Either was fine with him. 

You took his hand in yours, shook it all-businesslike with a polite “Nice to meet you, Mr. Munson.” and before Eddie knew it, he was out the door. However, his mind was still on the cherry-red shine of your hair. The crimson varnish on your nails. The sweetheart neckline of your fifties-style dress, and how when you crouched down and he stayed standing he could see the top of a black lace bra underneath. 

Good god, he was a pervert.

It was all he could think about on the way home, all he could think about while Raven watched one of those Minions movies for the twentieth time before bed. All he could think about after he’d tucked her in, kissed her goodnight, and retreated to his own bedroom to think about you while he touched himself. 

Eddie was old-fashioned- he didn’t need porn. His imagination was a talented machine, fine-tuned after decades of dreaming up campaigns and writing songs. When he laid down on his mattress, it didn’t take long for him to conjure up the image of you there with him, climbing onto his lap, hiking up that black and white polka dotted dress until he could see the tattoos that he imagined must decorate your thighs. 

He spat into his hand, sighing as he felt the slick coat his cock with each pass of his hand. He applied the most pressure with his thumb, flicking it over that ridge beneath the head that felt fucking phenomenal when touched the way he liked. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine your red-painted nails slipping over the head of his cock, tongue poking out to kitten-lick the very tip while you looked at him with big, bright, forbidden eyes.

Your crimson-stained lips, shiny with spit, would envelop him warmly, causing him to groan ecstatically as his hips bucked into your mouth. His cock, fully hard and throbbing, would slide down your throat as you shoved your lips- no, as Eddie shoved your lips further and further down his shaft until your nose smushed against the hair at his groin. His hand would span across the back of your head, pushing you down and holding you there until you gagged around him, and God, that would feel so good, your desperate swallowing around his throbbing dick and the noises you would make- what noises would you make?

He imagined your voice as he fisted his cock, wove melodies of moans in his head that he could pull from your mouth. Would they be deep? Guttural? Or would you be the kind of moaner that whimpered at the highest register you had? Would you be loud, so loud that the neighbors would hear- either that, or he would just have to gag you. Slap his hand over your mouth. Stuff your panties between your lips (which he was sure were black lace to match your bra). Or would you be more assertive, quick to put Eddie in his place like you did today when he’d taken out his phone?

Which did he want to call you: baby? Or ma’am? He imagined trying both out on you while he was balls-deep in your wet little pussy, and thought about which word would make you squeeze him tighter. 

God, Eddie was so fucking horny. It had been so long since he’d cum inside anything that wasn’t his own hand. He thought about whether or not it would be inappropriate to text the cell phone number you’d provided in the email you’d sent out to the parents/guardians of your class. What would he even say? 

Evening, miss. Was nice to meet you tonight. Feel like grabbing a drink? 

Could he? Would that be appropriate?

He got harder just thinking about it. It definitely would not be appropriate… but what if you said yes anyway? What if you actually agreed to see him? What if you both hit it off? What if you actually did come back to his place with him, let him slide his hand around your waist, hold you close enough to smell the perfume on your neck? Let him see that lacy bra in all its glory?

The fantasy of an evening played out in his mind’s eye: Eddie would pick you up at your house, and you would answer the door wearing a cherry-colored dress that hugged your curves, painting you red to match your hair, your nails, and the angry shade of his cock. In the car, his fingers would brush the skin of your thigh, tracing the inked designs that lived there as you answered his questions about what you liked, what you didn’t, what you wanted or hated. Your hand would snake over to his thigh in turn, trace the seam of his black jeans- the ones that hugged his legs in all the right places- and the sensation would get him hard on the spot, right there in his car. 

Would you be scared away by that? By how quickly you turned him on, drove him nuts. Or would it turn you on too, making you sigh, a rumble through your chest as he felt your delicate, red-tipped fingers brush his hardening cock through the tightening fabric. Would you unbuckle his belt? Unbutton his pants? Unzip his fly and free his throbbing dick into the cool night air, only to shock him with the warm, wet feel of your mouth while he continued to cruise down a Hawkins country road?

Eddie groaned, feeling his release creep up on him. Closer and closer he drew, and with every stroke of his cock he succumbed further into his hazy vision of you. Now you were back in bed with him, naked and bouncing on his cock. You were rubbing your clit as you moved your hot, wet pussy up and down his shaft, leaving milky white wet in your wake. In his fantasy, you were arching your back, moaning as he thrust himself into you at a pace that hit places within you that made you cry out his name. 

His movements were getting faster, his grip growing tighter as it slipped over his cock at a speed that he knew would result in a sore arm tomorrow but he didn’t care- his release would be worth it. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, imagining your knees quivering as you made yourself cum on his cock. Imagining your body convulsing under waves of pleasure, your thighs threatening to close against his strong hands holding them open. You would moan and mewl and chant his name, and conjuring up the sound of his name as it left your lips was what did it for Eddie.

Heavy, white ropes of cum dripped over his knuckles, painting his stomach and sliding over the shining crevices of his rings. He stroked himself slower, coming down from his release with a shuddering sigh. 

It only took a few moments for the fact that he just jacked off to the thought of his daughter’s kindergarten teacher to sink in. 

Eddie didn’t feel… creepy… but he could tell there was a definite line he’d crossed somewhere. However, he was tired, and decided that he would deal with the moral implications tomorrow. 

***

The next time Eddie saw you, you were working the car line after school. He’d taken note of the Metallica shirt you were wearing, and rolled down his window, turning up the volume on his stereo. He watched as your smile broadened when you recognized For Whom the Bell Tolls. 

“Here for Raven?” You’d asked with a lopsided grin. Your voice was just as sweet as he remembered.

“Yep,” he’d replied, nodding to your t-shirt, “but if you want to keep her for a few more hours, I think I just decided I trust you with my kid even more than I did before.”

You grinned, showing all of your teeth this time. “She’s a cool kid.” you paused, as if debating whether to finish your sentence. “...I can see where she gets it.”

Eddie beamed, his smirk reaching up to the crow’s feet at his eyes. “You think I’m cool?”

You matched him, smirk for smirk, going as far as to lean your forearms onto the passenger side window sill. “You carry yourself like someone who knows they’re cool.”

Eddie stared at you for a moment, debating for an entirely too-short length of time whether or not he should shoot his shot. 

Fuck it. 

“Cool enough to buy you a drink sometime?”

[ilovetulips]

fem!reader x older!tattooartist!eddiemunson

part 1 here !

WARNINGS : smut mdni. phone sex :)). age gap mentioned !! if u dont like dont read. basically the same as pt. 1 but shorter.

hope u all enjoy !! ♡ ♡ ♡ (p.s my reqs are open)

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eddie hasn’t been able to get you off his mind. ever since you walked in and seduced him like a little minx. he knew it was ‘unprofessional’, yet if anyone else were out into that position, he’s certain they would’ve done the same.

such a sweet thing like you, and such an opposite man like him. you were younger, sure, but you were oh so sweet and fully aware of what you were doing when you first met.

you, similarly, can’t get the picture of that mess of curls out of your head. his lips, his hands trailing up your skirt, the small crows feet either side of his eyes. even his dick for gods sake. something about him was so enduring… so enchanting. you couldn’t help yourself.

it had been 5 days since your last and first interaction with eddie munson, and it has been replaying in your head nonstop. but there hasn’t been a call yet, and now you’re starting to regret your sudden outburst of confidence.

i mean, you had ended on a really good note - he finished your tattoo, you payed at a discounted price because he said you’d already gave him enough ‘payment’. but why hadn’t he called you back…?

had you come off too strong? maybe he did that with all of his clients… could you just be another one of them? what if he just didn’t care about you? you were obsessed with him but did he even think about you and—

ring ring.

no, it can’t be him. that’ll be too convenient of a time right? it’s probably work.

you trail over to the phone on the wall, lazily dragging your legs after laying in bed all day. it was about 10pm, your day being well spent in the comfort of your room. you were expecting a call from work too, so you had already lost hope for eddie and assumed it was your boss calling you.

“hello?” you say sweetly down the phone, spinning the lean your back against the wall.

“missed that voice, hi sweetheart.” your heart stopped. the world stopped. it was actually him - you’d been dreaming about hearing that voice again and it was finally happening right now.

“y’there y/n?” you twirl the cord around your finger.

“hi, eddie.” a high pitched voice sounds down the microphone, not registering in your mind that it’s yours. your heart is quite literally pounding in your chest now.

“sorry about not calling you sooner sweetness, been busy. i’ve missed you.” the heat rises to your cheeks faster than it ever has. you feel like a girl in high-school with a stupid crush.

“s’okay, i’ve been busy too. m’glad you finally called me though.”

“oh yeah? you missed me sweet thing?” now he just sounds cocky.

“mmm, i wouldn’t go that far.” you smirk.

“i see how it is…”

silence. it consumes the both of you. it’s not the awkward type, you feel as if you are just flourishing in his company through the phone.

“m’being serious when i say i missed you. couldn’t stop thinking about you, y’little minx.” he lets out a breathy laugh at the nickname, and it could quite possibly be the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. you become aware of your clothes feeling too hot, and your thighs clenching tightly.

“i missed you too. nearly came to your work to book another tattoo just to see you.” you giggle slightly and bite your lip, sounding ridiculous and wanting to stop yourself.

“that obsessed already baby? gotcha hooked. should’ve came down, last time was definitely something.” as if your face couldn’t get anymore red.

you laugh down the phone, not knowing how to respond to that unforgettable day. heat pools underneath your small bedtime shorts.

“maybe you should’ve called me earlier, we could’ve done something… i’ve missed you.” your eyelids clamp shut, afraid you’re starting something you won’t be able to finish.

eddie was sat there, stunned and shirtless in his bedroom of his apartment. and let’s be honest, the plaid pants he was wearing as pyjamas weren’t leaving much to the imagination as his boner presses against the stitching. as soon as he heard your voice, he couldn’t help himself.

“fuck- you can’t say stuff like that t’me sweetheart. m’going crazy over here.” your statement didn’t leave much to the imagination, and ended with him rutting his hips into the air to get some sort of release. he lets out a small moan at the feel of his leaky tip touching the thin material of his pants.

the growing tension was absolutely suffocating, yet neither of you wanted to make the first move and wanted to relish in it until it snapped.

now you aren’t going to pretend like you didn’t hear him moan, because you most definitely did. before you even knew it, your nipples had pebbled against your small shirt, and slick was coating your thighs.

“watcha doin’ right now, eds?” the innocent act only made him worse.

he was still circling his hips, the waistband of his pants falling lower and leaving his happy trail becoming more and more exposed. you were circling your finger around the harsh indent of your nipple over your shirt, biting back a moan - both pleasuring yourself slightly but not fully committing yet.

“d’ya really want me to answer that, angel? cause i think you can hear what m’ doing.” he finally caves and pulls his hardened length of out his pants, precum dribbling down the tip in beads. just like the sick fuck he is, he moves the phone down to his hip level and starts rubbing his cock. “f-fuck, wish you were here touchin’ me right now.”

your receiver fills with sounds of eddie’s slick cock being rubbed, the sound of his spit and precum mixing to soak his dick perfectly. the sounds leave little to the imagination, as you trail your fingers down to your waistband to your dripping cunt. the jolt of pain that rushes through you when you brush over your throbbing cunt forces a moan to escape your lips.

“not so much of an angel are ya sweetheart- shit.” he bucks his hips into his fist, fucking his hand to the sound of your little pants. “touchin’ yourself to the sound of me. dirty girl.” the smirk in his voice evident.

“n-never said i was an angel—“ you slip your finger into your tight hole, plunging it all the way until you feel that spongey spot on your walls. it elicits such a sweet moan that eddie thinks he’s gonna cream himself right then and there. “n’ you started touchin’ yourself to the sound of my voice you perv.”

his hand speeds up, the moans spurring him on even further as he whines into the microphone of the phone. “fuck- missed your pretty noises so much. so so so much.” he hisses. “you gonna slip another finger in, baby? fill yourself up so it feels like me.” he wouldn’t admit that the nickname ‘perv’ was really making it difficult for him right now.

you nod despite him not being able to see you, and do what he says. “miss you touchin’ me. haven’t stopped thinking about you eddie.” your brain was starting to fuzz over, any words that could leave your mouth doing so.

he bites down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood as he holds back from blowing his load. edging himself so you could finish at the same time. judging my your moans and your fucked out voice, you weren’t far off.

you pump 3 fingers in and out of you, massaging that spot inside of you while your thumb works on your clit occasionally. the pressure was building in your tummy to quick you didn’t even have the chance to tell the boy.

“shh shh sweets, don’t worry. m’ gonna see you this week n’ make you feel so- fuck- so fuckin’ good. you want that?” at this point, you could only reply with chants of ‘yesyesyespleasefuck’ and high pitched moans that made eddie’s hand flood with the familiar hot liquid while yours drips out of you.

your back arches off the bed as you drop the phone onto the bed next to you, your pants and moans filling your room as you come down from your high. listening to it almost made the curly haired boy hard again as he imagined how you looked right now - fucked out eyes falling asleep and glossy red lips from biting down on them.

“lick ‘em clean, princes. wanna hear you suckin’ on them fingers nice n’ good.” so you did, making it a point to pop off your fingers obnoxiously loud with a ‘mmmm’.

“you promise to see me this week?” you practically whisper down the phone, not wanted to sound pathetic despite the fact you literally finger fucked yourself to the sound of him.

“i promise, my sweet sweet girl. i’ll take you out somewhere real fancy and—“ you cut him off.

“no. i don’t want fancy… i just wanna do something with just us two. maybe watch a movie or somethin’.”

it sounded like absolute heaven to him. “of course, baby. i’ll call you tomorrow. thanks for helpin’ me get off.”

and with that he hangs up, leaving you red faced and slightly horny again at the thought of what you just did.

[banannabethchase]

SARAHCAKES BIRTHDAY RUBYWILLOWEDDIE PROMPTS TO CHOOSE FROM or take pieces from each and stitch together a frankenfic, whatever works.

1. Established Willow/Ruby. They're baristas and Eddie is a regular at the shop who flirts with them both, so they decide to woo him with pastries and coffee. Bonus for including some kind of "it'd be good to have a tall man around, I hate getting up on the ladder everytime the hall light burns out" joke.

2. Established EddieRuby. Ruby is riding Eddie and decides that's the perfect moment to tell him about how hot she thinks Willow is and how she fantasises about Willow joining them in bed. Eddie comes almost immediately and Ruby is like "well, I guess you're into that idea then!" And then they seduce her backstage.

3. Eddie and (one of the women) are backstage watching on the monitor as (other woman) gives an in-ring promo or wrestles and they're both like *swoon* and then they're both like *cowboy guns* and decide to have a friendly competition to see who can woo her. The one being chased is like por que no los dos?

Like Living in a Wet Dream - also on AO3

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After the street fight with Willow, Ruby starts having dreams about what else they could do. Fortunately, Eddie is right on board. The only obstacle is asking.

~

Happy extremely late birthday, Sarah! This was written for their prompt, however there were technically three prompts and I both Frankensteined and Schrodingered to create this monstrosity. I hope you enjoy, my dear, and happy birthday! Title from Wet Dream by SNOW WIFE.

~

Eddie wakes up to feel something pressed against him, a hot mouth on his neck. He fights a laugh. Not the first time this has happened.

“Roo,” he says gently, trailing his fingers along her back. “Roo, wake up. You don’t have to have the dream when I’m right here.”

Ruby rolls her hips again, grinding herself against his thigh.

Eddie slides his hand around her back to haul her on top of him. “Baby,” he says, because it doesn’t take him much effort to get into this. “Babygirl, wake up.”

Ruby’s eyes fly open. “What – oh, sorry.” Her smile says she feels otherwise.

“Never apologize for this, Ruby,” Eddie says. He lays back all the way, letting her feel his hard dick press between her thighs. “Tell me a story about what got you so hot and bothered.”

Ruby grins and kicks off her pajama pants. She helps Eddie shove down his sweatpants and sinks down onto him, white hot bliss.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked already.” Eddie tilts his hips. “Talk to me.”

“Dream,” Ruby says, palms flat on Eddie’s chest.

“Yeah?” he says. “Figured that. Tell me who was there. Who made you get this wet for me, huh? Who got you all ready so I could slide right into you?”

Ruby whimpers, and Eddie can already tell she’s close. He slides a hand between them, a thumb playing with her clit. “Willow,” she breathes.

Eddie can’t help his surprise. “Willow,” he says. “Really.”

Ruby nods, hips pressing forward so she’s using Eddie’s dick like a toy. Eddie can’t focus on how good it is, though. He needs her to tell him more. “She – in the dream – god, that mouth.” Ruby whimpers again. “She – her hair, against my legs. Soft.” She gasps, circling, writhing. “And – smiling. With her eyes.”

“Between your legs, yeah?” Eddie says. He grabs Ruby’s thigh and adjusts her, sinking further into her. Her eyes roll back. “Grinning up at you, with you all over her face?”

Ruby moans again, bucking against his thumb. “Eddie, please?”

“I never say no to my girl, do I,” he chuckles. He plants his feet and tilts his hips at the pace he knows she likes, thumb circling. She’s barely holding on, little focused whimpers coming from her lips. “Yeah? You gonna come for me?”

“Close,” she gasps. Eddie wishes he could get the sounds she makes when she’s about to come tattooed on his arms, and he doesn’t even do tattoos.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers, “all over me.”

She moans, tightening around his dick, nails gripped into his chest, thighs tensing. He loves this, loves her, and couldn’t have asked for a better way to wake up.

“Wanna come again?” he asks, starting to move his thumb.

She nods, eyes a little unsteady and begins bouncing. “Want you to,” she mumbles.

“I will, baby, but this is about you.” Eddie focuses, holding off his own release. “Willow get you a couple times? Make sure you were shaking until she was done?”

Ruby’s sound is staccato and whimpering as she chases her second orgasm.

Eddie grins at her. “Ride me, baby. Keep going.”

He doesn’t let up until Ruby’s head drops and she clenches around him again.

He chuckles, flipping them so he can drive into her. She grins up at him, a leg around his hip.

“Willow do this in your dream?” he asks, smiling.

Ruby throws her head back and laughs, and Eddie comes so hard he sees stars.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mumbles. He kisses the side of Ruby’s head and rolls over, stretching out some stiffness in his shoulders. “Should give you that dark chocolate ice cream before bed more often.”

Ruby laughs again, rolling in to press her face against his chest. “I can’t believe I woke you up by humping your leg.”

“You see me complaining?” Eddie kisses the top of her forehead. “So you have that whole thing for Willow, huh?” He strokes her arm. “That street fight really did it for you.”

Ruby moans and shoves her head into Eddie’s chest. “Shut up,” she groans. “I can’t help it that sexy women covered in blood get me going.”

Eddie licks his thumb, tasting Ruby. “Not the only thing, I hope.”

Ruby grins at him. “Well, clearly not the only thing.”

~

The next day at work is a little flat – Eddie’s bitching at some random newbie trying to tell him what to do, as usual, and Ruby is hanging out with Willow before her match. Eddie watches them talk. Ruby’s got a tendency to assume she’s the only one who notices other people, especially when it comes to her. Willow’s got a hand on Ruby’s thigh and is leaning in much more closely than what Eddie would call your day to day platonic. But he’s hung out with Ruby enough to know that some people just touch like that, without anything else. So he continues to watch. If he waits, he’ll see it.

It happens when they hear the cue for Willow’s music.

“Alright!” Willow says, beaming. She hops up, and Eddie snaps his gaze away from a perfect ass in expertly tailored gear. “Off I go. But, before…”

The pause is long enough that Eddie turns to see Willow on the tail end of blowing Ruby a kiss and winking at her. Then she turns to Eddie. And winks again.

It takes until Willow’s music is halfway through before he gets himself together.

“She winked at me,” he mutters, walking over to Ruby.

“I know,” she murmurs. Her eyes are locked on the screen of Willow’s match. Her hand finds its way to his even so. “Eddie, she’s so hot.”

“She winked at me,” Eddie repeats. He squeezes Ruby’s hand. “And now all I can think of is your dream.”

“Yeah,” Ruby says. The tone is breathy enough that Eddie glances over at Ruby. Her face is red and she’s squirming, just a little bit.

Eddie grins and leans in. “You’re thinking about your dream too, now, aren’t you?”

Ruby glares at him. “Like you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Not saying I didn’t enjoy it,” Eddie corrects, “just saying that, maybe, if you’re good about it, you can have your dream come true.”

“That sounds so cheesy.”

Eddie shrugs and steps back, getting a look at Willow’s Doctor Bomb and victory. “Cheesy, but right.”

~

Willow’s name appears dozens of times over the next few weeks, and not a small amount were when the two of them are tangled together, grasping at each other’s skin and panting into each other’s mouths.

“Okay,” Ruby says, panting and glowing under a sheen of sweat that makes Eddie feel a little cocky, “that’s it. We gotta ask her.”

“Ask her what?” Eddie asks. He grins at Ruby.

“You’re going to make me say it?”

“Course I am!” Eddie says. “That’s half the fun.” He winks.

Ruby rolls her eyes and shoves her face into the pillow.

“Say that again?” he asks. He trails his fingers down her body, between her legs, where she’s still wet and covered in his come. “I didn’t hear you.”

Her leg props up and he slides two fingers easily inside of her. “I – god, I thought I was done.”

“You never are,” Eddie says casually, like he’s not fucking his own come back into his girl, like he can’t feel her clench around him. “Tell me.”

She wiggles against him. “Get a finger on my clit or you’re not getting anything from me.”

He snorts. “Baby, that line only works when I haven’t fucked you already.”

“Shut up,” Ruby says. Her eyes burn into him. “I know what you’re asking for right now, and you’re going to earn it.”

“Fuck, when you say it that way.” He gets his thumb involved and strokes rhythmically, following the twitch of Ruby’s hips.

Ruby grins and brushes sweaty hair from her forehead. “We should ask Willow,” she breathes. “We should ask Willow to join us here.” She whimpers. “We should have her ride you while I sit on your face.”

“Jesus,” Eddie moans. If he was able, he’d be hard as a rock again. The years aren’t letting his body keep up with his brain, though. “Show me how you’d come for Willow. Show me.”

For the fourth time that night, Ruby comes, and she tightens around his fingers in a way that makes him think about if this was Willow’s hand.

He gets dizzy.

“Okay, yeah,” he says. “We’re asking Willow.”

~

“You do it?”

“What?!” Eddie says. He turns around to see Ruby all but hiding behind him. “The fuck is this, you do it?”

“I’m too nervous,” Ruby whines. “What if she says no?”

“She’ll never get a chance to say yes if you don’t talk to her.”

“Good advice,” Ruby says. She places her hands on Eddie’s waist and shoves. “You go take the chance.”

“Ruby.”

“Eddie,” she says. She digs her nails in, just the tiniest bit. “Please?”

“We’ll go together,” Eddie decides. He grabs one of her hands and holds it. “Come on.”

They go back and forth long enough that Willow catches Eddie’s eye and waves.

“She saw us,” Ruby hisses.

“Of course she saw us,” Eddie says back. “We’ve been staring at her for about five minutes.”

Ruby groans. “Okay. Fine. We’ll go together and ask.”

“No shit, baby.” He slides his hand into the back pocket of Ruby’s jeans and gently leads her toward Willow.

“Hey!” Willow says. She really does always look great. “Is everything alright? I saw you two looking at me.”

Eddie looks down at Ruby, feeling a little called out and unsure of how to keep going.

“Yeah!” Ruby says. “Just – you look amazing today. I love the overall dress. It’s really cute.”

Willow beams. “Thank you – I thrifted it.” She plays with a strand of her hair, and Eddie takes the moment to really look at her. “Is there something on my face!”

“Nothing except for how pretty you are,” Eddie says before he can stop himself. He adds a wink. And the worries, briefly, if he’s about to get fired for workplace sexual harassment.

Willow’s eyes widen, then settle down into a knowing expression. “Oh,” she says, stretching out the syllable.

“Oh?” Ruby asks.

“Is this, like, some sort of ‘we saw you across the room and we liked your vibe’ thing?” Willow asks, grinning and pointing. Something must read on Eddie’s face alongside Ruby’s, because Willow’s expression shifts. “Oh, shit!” she says. “Sorry. It is? Oh my god.”

Eddie feels Ruby tense up beside him.

“You guys are serious?” Willow’s smile drops. “Hold on.” She reaches out and pinches the skin of the back of her hand. “Fuck. Ow.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Eddie asks. “That can’t’ve felt good.”

“It didn’t,” Willow says, in nearly a whisper to herself. “It – it felt –” Her head snaps up. “Wait, are you two seriously hitting on me? This isn’t a dream?”

Ruby glances up to Eddie.

“Nope,” Eddie says, and he’s never spoken like this in his life. “I mean, nah. We really were wondering if you…” he trails off.

Willow folds her arms over her chest, an intriguing smile on her face. “You were wondering if I…?”

“Come on a date with us,” Ruby blurts out. “We’ll buy you dinner.”

“And, what, are you two dessert?” She grins, and Eddie is way more into this than he expected. “Yeah. Yeah, alright. When?”

Ruby shrugs, like now is the time to be casual. “Tonight. If that works for you.”

Willow shrugs. “Kind of late. How do the two of you feel about brunch?”

“I love brunch!” Ruby says. She does. It’s one thing Eddie learned about her early on. Early wake ups to go hit up a hole in the wall breakfast taco place in San Antonio, a two hour drive through the rural woods of New Hampshire to get pancakes at a maple barn, a breakfast special at a random Golden Corral in Tennessee. Ruby will pick brunch any time she can. “I’ll look up some places and text you the address for tomorrow, okay?”

“Let’s do noon,” Willow says. Eddie didn’t expect this level of command. The way she’s turning the discussions to match her requests, the way she’s grinning like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Eddie likes it. “Text me.” She winks at them and turns, a sway in her hips Eddie wants to memorize.

“Ruby,” Eddie says, “I think this may be your best idea yet.”

~

Willow’s already at a table by the window, sipping a coffee with her hair in a half ponytail and a pink tank top when Ruby and Eddie get there. The light bounces off her cheekbones in a way that makes her look like a painting, almost. Like she’s a moment in time captured.

“Damn it, Ruby,” he grumbles. “I think you’re making me fall in love with her a little bit.”

Ruby laughs and calls Willow’s name grasping Eddie’s hand and squeezing. Willow waves the over. “Chill, baby. If you come on too strong, it might look like this was your idea.” She grins and walks over to Willow. “Hey!”

Willow manages to light up even more when they get to the table. “Hi!” she says. “I got the two of you coffees, but I didn’t touch them. Some people are weird about their sugar or cream or whatever.”

Eddie snorts. “Yeah, never get coffee for Claudio. He’s a shit about it.”

Willow eyes him as she takes a sip of her coffee, eyes sparkling over the rim of the mug. As she sets it down, she says, “I wouldn’t want to.”

The conversation strays to work, which Eddie never generally enjoys, but getting to watch Ruby and Willow warm even further to each other and, frankly, flirt is great. He’s antsy, though, on edge. His leg won’t stop bouncing. Drinking another cup of the coffee the smiling waitress keeps refilling is definitely not going to help with that, but he can’t stop himself.

“Are you okay?” Willow asks, head tilted to the side. There’s still that combination of knowing innocence in her eyes that makes him desperate to know more about her. “You seem anxious.”

“I – not anxious,” Eddie says. He tries for that vulnerability thing Mox has been trying to convince him is a good thing. “Anticipatory, more like.”

“Anticipatory!” Ruby laughs. “Really. What a word.”

“I – shut up,” Eddie reaches up and tugs on a lock of her hair. She doesn’t have to tell everybody about that stupid word app he’s been messing with. Ruby giggles again.

“Okay, yeah, I want in on this,” Willow says. It’s like she’s been having a conversation with herself, almost an argument, that she’s now both won and lost. “You two, I mean.” She presses her lips together, clearly fighting a smile. But Eddie reads some hesitation in her eyes.

Ruby leans in, resting her chin on her hands. “Yeah?” she asks. “Tell me about it.”

Willow does. It’s a nearly forty-five minute conversation between breakfast tacos and fruit cups and endless refills of the shitty diner coffee that no longer is making him nervous. The discussions and planning are easier than he’d expected, fun, even, and every word feels like foreplay.

“So,” Ruby says. “Thursday night next week. We’ll text you the room, okay?”

“Or you could just pass me a note during Dynamite.” Willow shrugs. “Adds a little bit of fun before the fun, you know?”

“Note during Dynamite,” Eddie says, swirling the last little bits of coffee in the bottom of his cup. “Got it. I can do that.”

“You sure as shit can’t,” Ruby snorts. “Your handwriting is garbage.” She turns to Willow, eyes sparkling. “I’ll give you the note. Before my match.”

“If it means I get to see you in your gear, works for me.” Willow keeps eye contact with Ruby as she slides her card and the bill Eddie hadn’t even seen come out onto the table. She picks the card up and winks.

“When the hell did you do that?” Eddie asks, frowning. “I was gonna pay.”

“I knew you would offer,” Willow says, placing the signed and run bill on top of the folder and putting her card in her purse. “Which is why I gave my card to the waitress when I walked in.” She stands, ethereal, and Eddie may have to talk to Ruby about actually, literally, being in love with this woman. “Just a reminder that I’m two steps ahead of you.” She turns. Over her shoulder, she calls, “See you on Wednesday.”

~

A week.

Eddie has to wait almost a week before seeing Willow again, and he can feel the electricity of anticipation running through Ruby the same it is through him. They’re pulling off quickies in the bathroom after grocery shopping, getting handsy in the car on the way to the gym. One morning, Eddie catches Ruby watching him lift in the mirror and he has no choice but to grab her and go down on her in the gym showers.

“You’re gonna get us arrested,” Ruby hisses as they drag their luggage through the airport. His hand isn’t not under her shirt, technically, but he got a flash of her skin when she took off her hoodie for security. He can’t not touch her.

“Will not,” Eddie says, but he does pull his hand away. “I was just touching you.”

“I said it wrong,” Ruby says, nodding over to their gate. “You’re gonna get me to get us in trouble, because if you don’t stop touching me I’m going to do something stupid.”

Eddie grins.

“No, we are not having sex in the bathroom.”

Eddie sighs. “Yeah, I figured. But it was worth the ask.”

“I didn’t even let you ask.”

“You knew what I was going to say, and that kind of counts.” He leans against the pillar right in front of the gate, ignoring a woman glaring at him for reasons he can’t quite figure out right now. “Anyway. You got a charger? I’m running low on my phone.”

They board and sit, and Ruby falls asleep within minutes, ear buds in playing some audiobook. Like always. Eddie kisses the top of her head and gets back to his little game on his phone.

It’s a faster flight than he’d expected – he must have dozed off for a while – and he and Ruby are rushed out of the airport and into the rental car.

“You excited for tomorrow night?” Ruby asks.

Eddie nods. “And tonight. You got that big match.”

“Yeah,” Ruby says, “but I have matches all the time. Tomorrow night doesn’t happen all the time.”

Eddie exhales and reaches out a hand to rest it on Ruby’s thigh. “No it doesn’t.”

~

Dynamite goes by in a blur. He’s pulled in to do some pre tapes and media, so he doesn’t get a chance to check in with Ruby about the note or see Willow. They’re back at the hotel, exhausted, before he knows it.

“Bed,” Ruby says, flopping face first into the pillows once she’s in her familiar tank top and shorts for bed. “Too tired. Back hurts.”

“Need ibuprofen or something?” Eddie asks. He puts on a pair of pajama pants.

She shakes her head. “No,” she says into the pillow. There’s something that follows, but Eddie can’t make it out. He counts to thirty in his head. When he hits twenty-nine, Ruby’s already snoring.

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie chuckles. “Saw that one coming a mile away.”

He falls asleep quickly, dreaming of his own bed back home, and wakes to Ruby poking at his arm with her elbow.

“Oops, did I wake you up?” She’s got the worst kind of grin on her face. “Oh, darn. Let’s go get lunch.”

Eddie yawns and stretches, the creaks in his body less severe than he’s used to. “Don’t you mean breakfast?”

“No, I don’t.” Ruby shows him her phone screen.

“Fuck!” Eddie scrambles to his feet, narrowly avoiding getting caught on the edge of the bedside table. “Why didn’t you wake me up?!”

“You were tired,” Ruby says. She’s already dressed, and he sees the tell tale signs of a gym trip – sports bra and the tiniest shorts he’s ever seen anywhere – draped over their luggage. “Need you to be in top shape for tonight.” She winks at him and sits on the bed, bouncing a little.

“Any chance we could do a practice run right now?” He grins at her, interrupting himself with a yawn.

“No,” Ruby says, and he is about be mildly annoying about it, just for the fun of it, until Ruby leans in. “I need to let you get all riled up before Willow and I get to have our fun.”

Eddie takes some moments to breathe, because a lot of blood has gone from his head. But Ruby’s right. If he goes wild right now, he’s not going to be able do as much as he wants to tonight.

“I hate it when you’re right,” he mumbles. “But, you know. I also love it.” He winks.

“Oh, shut up,” Ruby says, reaching out and squeezing Eddie’s leg. “Get up and get ready. I want lunch.”

“Jesus, you really did let me sleep.” Eddie dresses and gets ready, excitement welling inside of him. They’d planned for today, visits to some local museums and gelato from a little place Statlander swears by, but he can’t stop thinking about what will happen that night.  

“Your energy is wild right now,” Ruby muses, swinging Eddie’s hand in hers.

“I’m excited,” Eddie says. He’s also nervous, but he decides not to add that detail. “It’s a big night. Not every day I get to give my girl the night of her dreams.”

Ruby laughs, head thrown back and eyes closed, and Eddie is so fucking in love.

~

He knows how he got here. He knows Willow walked in with a tiny bit of hesitance alongside her smile, brought a bottle of cheap wine with her. He knows Ruby kissed Willow first. He knows he sat down in the chair in the corner of the room to give them space, he knows he’s been watching. But it does feel a little like a fever dream.

Eddie watches as Ruby carefully kisses Willow, hesitant like she’s not sure she’s allowed to. He grips the ugly little throw pillow in his fingers. He’s not going to interrupt this beautiful moment. He wants to memorize it. As enthusiastic as he is, this is Ruby’s dream. And, for him, getting to watch this is good enough.

He must have made some sort of noise or said something, because the two of them pause and turn to him.

“Are you enjoying the view?” Willow asks. Her eyes flutter closed when Ruby’s lips gently move down to her neck. She tilts her head back, hair cascading, and Eddie wouldn’t tear his eyes away if his life depended on it.

“I am,” Eddie says, clearing his throat. “You two are both gorgeous, but this is…” He trails off. “God damn.”

Willow sighs, settling her hands on Ruby’s thighs, rubbing little circles in the denim with her thumbs. “Your girl’s got a pretty mouth,” Willow murmurs. “You really know how to use it, Roo.”

Ruby pulls back and stares at Willow. “I – I keep forgetting this is real,” she says with a little giggle. “I’m – I’m going to take off my shirt now.”

“Thank god,” Willow says. “Always wanted to know where those tattoos lead to.”

“Do you have any we haven’t seen before?” Eddie asks. “Anything pretty underneath the gear?”

“I’m sure she has a lot pretty underneath the gear, Eddie,” Ruby says pointedly.

“Of course, but we know that’s going to be pretty,” Eddie says. “Wondering if there are any surprises.”

Willow licks her lips, locks eyes with Eddie. “I have a lot of surprises, Eddie.”

“I bet you do.” He drops his eyes to her mouth, plump lips and the hint of a smile.

“Come here,” Ruby says, patting the bed next to her. “We want you involved.”

“You sure?” Eddie asks. “Don’t want to make anybody uncomfortable.”

Willow snorts. “If I wasn’t here for both of you, I wouldn’t be here at all.”

Eddie sits on the bed, and he’s never felt hesitant like this before. Ruby’s and Willow’s eyes are on him, burning like their gaze will be on his skin forever, and he leans in before he can get nervous. Willow sighs into his mouth before parting her lips. She crawls into his lap, warm and soft. He wishes he weren’t wearing sweatpants. He wishes she wasn’t wearing those soft leggings. He wants to feel all of her.

“Fuck,” Ruby breathes next to them. “Willow, I think – I think you should go first.”

Willow pulls back, eyes sparkling. “Go first?” she asks. “Wanna give me a little more detail there, Roo?”

The nickname seems to hit Ruby like a train. “Fuck him,” she says. “I want – you – first.”

“Eddie?” Willow asks. It’s the first time he’s seen hesitance in her eyes, and he will do anything to get rid of it.

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I – yeah.”

The rest of their clothes disappear in a tornado of fabric. Eddie’s been hard for what feels like decades, and, when he leans back, he gets to see what Ruby and Willow have gotten up to while he was getting comfortable. Ruby is fully in Willow’s lap, bare thighs around Willow’s hips. Eddie’s transfixed at the way tattoos and skin press against each other. If he weren’t so weird about needles, he’d take a picture of this moment and get it inked on his thigh so he can look at it forever.

He doesn’t speak – he’d rather see where this is going. He watches, feeling almost greedy, but the moans as fingers press into skin make it worth anything negative he could feel.

Eventually, Ruby and Willow pull away from each other with little kisses until they turn to him.

“Wow,” Willow says, and Eddie doesn’t miss the way he eyes lock on his dick. “Where do you put all that, Ruby?”

“She’s surprising,” Eddie says. “Girl can put away a lot more than you’d think.” He winks.

“We’re literally having sex,” Ruby says. “You don’t have to wink.”

“It’s – shut up,” Eddie says, laughing. “You see what I gotta put up with here?” he says to Willow. “Don’t get a single break.” He pats his thighs. “Anyway. Come on over.”

“That is the lamest way you could have said that,” Ruby says. She scoots right next to him.

“You’re being so mean to him,” Willow says, sighing. Eddie’s brain short circuits, just a little bit. He hasn’t been with another woman for years, and already the difference of Willow’s soft thighs around him is setting his skin on fire. “Okay?” she asks, studying his face.

He nods, settling his hands on her thighs. “Ride me, baby.”

Ruby’s breath hitches next to him and she reaches out to grab Eddie’s arm. “Yeah,” she says, breathy. “Ride him. I wanna see.”

Willow, as she sinks down onto him, is heaven. His eyes flicker between Ruby’s face and Willow’s, hungry to see everything. “Jesus Christ,” he mumbles. “Willow, you feel amazing.”

She grins, eyes shut, as she rocks. “Yeah? Same to you.” She’s slow with it, like she’s still feeling him out, and Eddie is intrigued.

“You like to take this easy, don’t you?” he asks. He watches as she lifts up on her knees and sinks back down on him. Ruby is breathing heavily in his ear, fingers trailing up and down his chest. “No rush?”

“I have patience,” Willow says. One hand is flat on Eddie’s chest, the other is tapping on Ruby’s thigh. Eddie doesn’t miss the way Ruby moves down the bed, just a little bit.

“You wanna touch her, don’t you?” Eddie murmurs.

“Yes,” Ruby and Willow say at the same time.

Eddie grins. “I was talking to Willow, but okay.” He nods at Ruby. “Go on. Touch her. Let’s give our guest the specialty treatment, yeah?” He looks up and winks at Willow. “We’ll take real good care of you, Willow.”

Willow’s breathing has gone shaky, her eyes on where Ruby’s coming closer to her. Ruby goes up on her knees and kisses Willow, gentle and intent. Eddie watches. And then he’s clued in by the way Willow tightens around him to look down to where Ruby’s hand is in between them, moving in a steady rhythm.

“L-left,” Willow says. “Oh, my god.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “She’s good with her hands, isn’t she.”

“So good,” Willow whispers. “I – if either of you stop what you’re doing, I’ll kill you.”

Ruby laughs and keeps steady.

“Hey, I’m just here for you to use the way you want,” Eddie says. “But I gotta say, the idea of you coming because Ruby’s touching you and you’re riding my dick…yeah, that’s the stuff of dreams.”

Willow giggles, moving a hand back to brace herself on Eddie’s thigh. It gives Eddie a better look at how Ruby’s fingers work at Willow’s clit.

“Are you close?” Eddie asks. He rubs Willow’s thighs. “You gonna come for us already?”

Willow nods. “Close,” she answers.

“Fast,” Ruby murmurs. “Good girl.”

Willow laughs and licks her lips. “It is annoying how much that does it for me.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “You like knowing you’re a good girl?”

“Not usually,” Willow says, and she pauses to moan all pretty, “I – but with you two, I think – I think…” She trails off, her eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, my god.”

Eddie can tell she’s close, tight around him. “C’mon,” he murmurs. “Come for me.”

“Can’t – don’t tell me what to do,” she says, but there’s laughter behind it. Eddie doesn’t think he’s in too much trouble. “Fuck, Ruby – Eddie – I – ” There’s a low whine at the back of her throat when she throws her head back. Eddie feels it, feels her, and reminds himself to pray extra hard in thanks tonight.

“You’re even – wow,” Ruby murmurs. She moves her hand and Eddie nearly passes out as she locks eyes with Willow and puts her fingers into her mouth. “You taste amazing.”

“Roo, you keep that shit up, I won’t be able to hang for as long as I want to.” Eddie stills all of his movements. If he concentrates, he’ll be able to hold it together. “Wills, you good?”

Her eyes open, and they’re sparkling. “So good,” she says with a sigh. “I am gonna, um…” She swings a leg over and flops onto the bed next to Eddie. “I need to remember how to breathe.”

“Good idea,” Ruby says. “While you’re doing that…” She winks at Eddie and slides down on his dick. “Oh, my god, I didn’t –”

“Still feel me there?” Willow asks, and Eddie can’t help but fuck up into Ruby.

“I – I think I do,” Ruby says. “It – oh my god.” She rolls her hips. “It’s – I don’t even know how to – oh my god.”

Eddie knows what she means. Knowing it’s Ruby in his lap, riding him aided by the proof of Willow’s orgasm, is enough to blow his mind. He hears Willow’s breathing slow, and then she moves. He follows her with his eyes as she sets up behind Ruby, who is lifting herself up on her knees and dropping rapidly. She’s getting desperate for an orgasm.

“You look so pretty,” Willow murmurs from over Rubys shoulder. Her eyes sparkle as she places her hands on Ruby’s hips. She’s almost guiding Ruby’s movements. “You ride him really well.”

“Thanks,” Ruby laughs. Eddie feels her tighten around him. He tries to focus on anything else. He wants this to last forever. Fucking of course Ruby would come up with something like this to blow his mind and fuck him up for the rest of time.

“Can I touch you?” Willow asks. Something about that voice gets Eddie reaching up and resting a hand on the warm, bare thigh that peeks out from behind Ruby.

“Yeah,” Ruby says, “yeah, Eddie, can she touch me?” Eddie takes a brief second to thank God and anybody else involved in this moment that he managed to absolve himself of enough sins to earn this, then nods.

“Whenever she wants,” he says, grinning.

“What if,” Ruby says, slowing the movement of her hips, “what if – oh, if you keep that up.”

“Keep what up?” Willow asks innocently. Her hand has slid between Ruby’s legs, fingers making slow, careful circles. Eddie thinks, if he focuses, he can feel her hand from the outside of Ruby.

“You know,” Ruby says, and Eddie can tell it’s intended to be sharp. Nothing that breathy could be considered sharp. “Keep – keep going, I want to come.”

“She gets greedy,” Eddie explains, snapping his hips up into Ruby. “Likes coming a bunch of times.”

“Record is seven,” Ruby mutters. She’s focused on a spot on the wall, eyes out of focus.

“She’s close,” Eddie murmurs. He pushes her up, spreading her thighs a little more so Willow has a better angle. “She’s gonna come soon, as long as you keep it up like this.”

“Mhm,” Ruby says.

“Good,” Willow says, tone soothing, “don’t want you to miss your chance.” She leans in and kisses Ruby’s neck, locking eyes with Eddie. He nods. Willow sucks. It’s hesitant, gentle, but unmistakable. .

Ruby comes with a moan and Eddie feels like the luckiest man alive. It’s familiar, as she tenses around him, but so different from Willow that he finds himself whirling through memories and the present, trying to hold onto every single second of this night.

Ruby slumps over and collapses on his chest, arms at her sides.

“Have fun?” he murmurs. He strokes her hair and winks up at Willow.

Ruby mumbles something wordless in affirmation.

“You good, Roo?” Willow’s leaning with her hands braced on the bed, which is doing incredible things for her tits. “Because I have something I think you might have fun with.”

Ruby opens her eyes. “Does it involve the fact that you look great naked?”

Willow shrugs, smile on her lips. “I mean this in particular.” She turns her gaze on Eddie. “Fuck me standing up while I eat your girl out.”

Eddie makes the weirdest noise he’s ever made.

Willow’s face falls. “We can do something else?”

“No!” Ruby says. “No, he meant –” She turns to him. “Actually, what the fuck was that?”

“Don’t – damn it, Ruby, don’t try and kick my ass for a weird noise.” Eddie’s not used to being flustered like this. He likes it and hates it. And he really likes that he kind of hates it. “I like that idea. I like it a lot.” He stands and walks around to the foot of the bed. “How do you…?” His hands find her waist and she turns, showing off her ass as she bends over and props her arms on the bed. “Oh. Yeah, I can work with this.” He smooths his hands over her skin.

“Ruby, come here,” Willow says. “If you want.”

“If I want?!” Ruby exclaims. “Fuck yes, it’s what I want.” She scoots down the bed, legs spread, and Eddie loves how she’s already soaked from everything before.

Willow glances over her shoulder. “You ready?”

“Course I’m ready,” Eddie says. He licks his lips. “Not sure I’ve ever been this ready for anything his whole life.”

He’s already fucked Willow tonight, felt that tight warm heat, but sliding back slowly into her is just as good as it was the first time. She sighs, hips shifting and moving as she adjusts. “There we go,” she says. “Alright, Ruby.”

Ruby shouts when Willow gets her mouth on her. “Oh, my god,” Ruby says, looking directly at Eddie. “She’s so – your mouth, Willow, you’re so good at this.”

Willow pulls back. “Of course I am!” she says, cheery as always.

Eddie takes it slow with Willow, for both of their sakes. If he goes too intense with this, if he gets too focused on himself, it’ll be over way too soon.

Ruby and Willow are both making satisfied little noises, Ruby with more clear words than Willow, for obvious reasons. Eddie slips a hand between them, playing with Willow’s clit. Just for his own entertainment.

Willow whimpers and pillows her head on Ruby’s thigh. “I’ll be – I’ll be back, I swear,” she pants. Eddie slows his thrusts. “I just – a second.”

“Need me to stop?” Eddie asks, freezing.

She levels a glare at him that could ruin a city. “Absolutely not,” she says firmly. So Eddie pulls out a little bit, teasing her, until she reaches back and pinches his thigh. “I didn’t say stop, did I?”

“I like you telling him what to do,” Ruby says.

“Yeah, well, a girl’s gotta do what a girls gotta do.” And Eddie has a front row seat to the way she dives back in and devours Ruby’s pussy.

“Fucking hell,” Eddie murmurs. He takes his time, unwilling to ruin this moment by coming before he plans to. Even so, he’s done this enough to know when he’s reaching the breaking point. It’s close.

He circles his hips, letting his eyes roam over Ruby’s body. The way one hand is gripping Willow’s shoulder, the other is twisted in the bedsheets. He’s never had the opportunity to see Ruby’s face from this angle while she’s being eaten out, and it’s a sight to behold. Her lip is caught between her teeth, eyes pressed shut, hair a mess.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs. “You two don’t know how into this I am, but I’m not going to last much longer.”

“What a gentleman,” Ruby pants. “Willow – I – oh my god.” Her head is thrown back and Eddie grins as he watches her tense and then go limp, hips twitching away from where Willow’s still between her legs.

“Good?” Willow asks. She wipes the back of her mouth and glances over her shoulder at Eddie. “She looks so good when she comes.”

Ruby’s got a little smile on her face as she lets her legs flop to rest on the bed and her feet plant on the floor. Willow’s fingers glisten and Eddie’s pretty sure he’s going to die.

“You good?” he asks. He can’t quite reach her from behind Willow, but Willow takes the hint and rests a gentle hand on Ruby’s thigh.

“So good,” Ruby mumbles. She leans up and kisses Willow.

“Yeah?” Eddie says. “Ruby, get her there.”

Ruby gives a thumbs up and then her hand disappears. Willow makes a fun little sound and tightens, and Eddie’s lost the ground from underneath him and the air around him. He’s transcended, looking Ruby right in the eye as he comes, and Ruby’s grin is burned into his memory.

“Fuck,” Willow giggles, breathless. “Oh, my god. That was fun.” She wiggles her hips and Eddie steps back, suddenly a little cold as, for the first time in a while, he’s not touching anyone else. “Glad we talked about all that before. This got messy.”

Ruby makes room, snuggling into Willow’s side. “We got a room with a huge shower. Like, huge. If you want…”

Willow nods, eyes closed on the bed. “In a few,” she murmurs. “I’m going to bask in this for, like, a month. Then maybe I’ll move from this spot.”

Ruby pats the bed next to her. “Come on, Eddie. Come snuggle.”

Eddie chuckles and leans down behind Ruby, but she shakes her head. “Not what I meant.”

“Yeah,” Willow says, “I want to be double little spoon.”

Eddie, who until this moment was still a little convinced he was sort of here as a mechanism as opposed to a full participant, lowers himself into the bed. Immediately Willow snuggles into him, and it’s automatic how he wraps his arms around her waist. “This is nice,” he says, kissing Willow’s neck before thinking about it.

“It is,” Ruby says. She scoots in so she’s basically nose to nose with Willow and kisses her sweetly. “Would you, I don’t know, what to maybe do this again?”

“Definitely,” Willow says. “But, um. Not tonight. I’m a little tired.”

Eddie laughs and buries his face in Willow’s hair. “Ruby, cool it.”

“I didn’t mean tonight!” Ruby says. He feels an arm reach around and poke him. “But soon.”

Willow sighs, relaxing further in Eddie’s and Ruby’s arms. “Soon.”

~

Mini Playlist: Wet Dream - SNOW WIFE Dirty Little Fantasy - Lilyisthatyou Touch - Little Mix Lady Mine - Josh Ramsay feat. Chad Kroeger

[ghost-proofbaby]

Hi! I saw your 1k post, congrats!! I was wondering if I could get a ship and song if that's okay?

♡ sunset orange: tell me a lil about yourself, and i'll ship you with one of the characters i'm writing about this time around and give you a song that would be "your song" for the two of you!

I'll try to keep it short but hopefully give you enough to work with! I would say I'm fairly alternative - I currently have purple hair with a neon pink fringe (I've had pretty much every colour at this point, last colours were acid green and purple for Halloween, blue in the summer, etc), I have a few facial piercings and currently working on getting more tattoos. At the moment I have a finished half sleeve of anime/gaming/manga characters, a big thigh piece of one of my favourite anime characters and a few small random ones (faves are a cartoon skeleton with a party hat and a reference to My Chemical Romance because they're one of my all time favourite bands). As youve probably guessed I love all the stereotypical nerdy stuff, I'm huge in to RPGs (currently replaying cyberpunk 2077!!) and general story based things I can get lost in. I work as a mechanical engineer which is basically a fancy way of saying I do a lot of maths and problem solving. I LOVE going to concerts, music wise I listen to pretty much anything but at the moment I'm leaning more to heavier genres like nu metal (mainly stuff like Korn, Deftones, System of a Down, Sleep Token) as well as classic bands like Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, etc. but I'm an absolute sucker for bands like Pierce The Veil, Fall Out Boy, All Time Low, Blink 182 and some classic trashy 2000/2010s bangers. I have a tendancy to ramble (clearly) but I'm usually quite shy and awkward around people until I'm more comfortable with them.

Thank you so much!! Obviously no pressure and I hope you have a lovely day/evening 💖

okay first of all... can we be friends? i think we're friends now. it's done, i've decided it. <3 you literally sound like such a goddamn cool person in all seriousness.

which is why it's no surprise that i ship you with eddie munson.

you probably know the drill by now, but please, let me explain.

when it comes to eddie, it's just a bit obvious, isn't it? you literally described yourself as his dream partner. someone who shares his music taste, someone who is just as nerdy as he is. you're incredibly badass with your dyed hair and tattoos, and from the moment he met you, he was a little bit intimated. but then he talked to you, and he was just an absolute goner. because you weren't intimidating, you were bright and wonderful, you were sweet and kind and god - yeah, he was a goner after that first conversation, especially when you just laughed gently after he made an absolute fool of himself. he'd love to help you dye your hair, and if you ever asked him to help you decide on a color, he would take it very seriously. at some point, you might even convince him to dye a matching strand, who knows? he'd love to spend his days laying in bed with you, the two of you taking turns pointing out each other's tattoos and listening to all the stories behind them. he'd love to hear all of the lore behind your favorite games and animes, just watching your rambles with big eyes and a lopsided smile as his chest fills up with so, so, so much love for you. he'd always be in awe of the way he finds you so much smarter than him, not understanding a word of the math involved in your job but just happy to see the way you explain it all to him with such passion. he's your shoulder to lean on whether it be a good day or a bad day, he's your number one supporter through it all. if you ever flipped the script on him and started gushing about his creative talents, how it makes his mind just a wondrous as yours, he'd get extremely blushy and shy in a heartbeat. secretly, though, he loves it. he loves being in love with someone who appreciates him just as much as he appreciates them. and don't even get me started on the music - you'd expose him to bands like Pierce The Veil, Fall Out Boy, and of course My Chemical Romance, and he'd just be a fiend. he wouldn't hesitate to buy tickets to those shows with you. get tickets now, figure out how the hell the two of you would get there later. it's all a little different from what he usually listens to, and he'll still love his classics like Metallica, but he loves them because you love them. because every single one of those songs somehow lead him right back to you, the best part of his life.

especially emergency contact by pierce the veil. it was the obvious choice for your song, considering you're the one that has had to come pick up eddie from the ER far too many times when he hurts himself doing stupid shit.

1k celebration - requests for this are now closed, but you can still send in general requests! just check out my rules first <3

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#5

May I just say

what the hell sort of ecological niche is that, being a lizard that scurries up people’s noses and leads them on a mystic quest to find one of the few remaining trees on Tatooine and retrieve a branch to make into a personalised weapon as part of their coming of age or cultural initiation?

how do you evolve into that?

340 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

#4

Two new jobs for Din Djarin:

1) interpreting and translating alien languages in meetings and correspondence

2) listening to Boba Fett talk about his dreams

361 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#3

feel fairly strongly that Eddie is the sort to wrap at least one and preferably both legs around Steve at every opportunity

in contexts like: Steve hugs him, Eddie promptly climbs him like a tree and locks both legs round his waist

Steve sits next to him on the couch and Eddie immediately throws one leg over his thigh and/or hooks it round behind his calf

Steve gets tripped at least three times a day by Eddie sidling up and trying to do some awkward linking ankles thing he is worse than a cat

"Goddamnit, Eddie!"

"Two limbs just aren't enough to hold you with, dude. And till I can grow a prehensile tail, we've gotta make do."

1,043 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

#2

happy for the people enjoying punk Steve lately and genuinely not criticising them, only expressing a different thought in parallel (I hate how saying "genuinely not criticising" can make it sound even more passive-aggressive but I'm genuinely genuinely not criticising! I'm not suggesting other people are liking my favourite character wrong that would be so douchey)

I just always like the idea that Steve isn't, like, repressing a secret desire to be unconventional and join some kind of counterculture and one day start showing his true, wilder self in his fashion and grooming choices

that the way he looks is literally just what he's like

you could give him total freedom of choice and tell him to go hog wild and he'd still be chumping around in polos and light-wash jeans

they're comfortable and he likes how he looks

he likes sports and cars and his favourite Star Wars movie remains the one with the teddy bears

any "unconventional" stuff he does is very subtle and minor like he was indeed wearing a touch of strawberry lip gloss in the summer of 1985 because he needed a little cheer-me-up and he felt like the blue uniform washed him out, he's a warm autumn for god's sake he shouldn't be wearing blue

he would get, like, one ear pierced and wear a small plain gold stud and he'd feel very special about it

Eddie: gradually filling up his whole skin with increasingly elaborate tattoos

Steve: got a little heart with "E+S" in it on his inside forearm where it's not conspicuous but he can take a look at it and smile to himself any time he wants

he's not holding back this is just what he needs (and he thinks Eddie's tattoos and hair and jewellery and et cetera et cetera are badass and beautiful)

1,454 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

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I like to think of Steve relying on Eddie as his nerd interpreter when the conversation starts to get over his head. Instead of having to ask the kids what a lycanthrope is, he just kind of sidles over and gives a "???" look to Eddie who leans in and whispers a quick explanation without making him look dumb to everyone. This works great when the subjects under discussion are related to Eddie's hobbies and interests but sometimes they turn more academic, because these kids are science nerds as well as science fiction nerds, and when he "???"s at Eddie, Eddie whispers, "Super flattered you think I might know, but remember my grades are worse than yours." Then he takes the bullet for Steve by asking the dumb question out loud so he can hear the answer too.

On one occasion Lucas makes a sports analogy, Eddie looks baffled and doesn't even have time to look for Steve before he's whispering to him all excited because he can finally help him back.

7,421 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

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wet dreams

eddie x best friend!reader

sleeping next to each other was not unusual for y/n and Eddie, but what he didn’t expect was to wake up to her grinding on this thigh during a particularly good dream.

content: smut (18+) perv!eddie, dry humping, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected sex (pls wrap it irl)

Eddie groaned in annoyance as you wiggled around next to him in what he assumed was a desperate attempt to get comfortable, waking him from a deep sleep. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you both to squish yourself into his single bed after a night of smoking weed and watching shitty movies, but you were usually such a deep sleeper that he never had any problems sleeping next to his best friend. Slowly waking up, he opens his eyes ready to shove you and tell you to cut it out but he froze. There you were, laying on his bed in his shirt which had rode up round your stomach giving him the most sinful view of your thighs which were wrapped tightly around one of his legs. Eddie couldn’t deny that he had thought about you in ways he wasn’t meant to think of his best friend, fucking his hand while he imagined it was your lips wrapped around him on more than one occasion. Sometimes even having to excuse himself to the bathroom to relive himself while you were hanging out as you made him so hard without even trying. Before he could do anything you bucked your hips onto his thigh, pulling a breathy moan from your lips- a noise which went straight to his cock. He couldn’t tear his eyes as you continued to rock yourself against him, mumbling and moaning incoherently. He felt filthy watching you like this but he was so hard he was sure he was going to die and you just looked so perfect getting yourself off on his thigh.

“Eds” you mumbled breathlessly, still grinding against him as you slept “So good Eds, fuck, don’t stop” Eddie felt his cock twitch in his boxers, unable to hold back the groan that left his mouth when he realised that you weren’t just having a dirty dream but you were having one against him. The sudden noise pulled you from your slumber, opening your eyes to find Eddie staring at you- pupils blown, flushed cheeks and painfully hard. Looking down too see what you have your legs wrapped around was in fact him, you put the pieces together.

“Eds, fuck i’m so sorry i-“ you began, desperately trying to come up with some excuse for the fact that you had been riding his thigh while you slept and fuck did it feel good.

“No, don’t apologise- shit y/n i think i’m dreaming” he laughed breathlessly as you looked up at him curiously “Not only were you grinding on my thigh like that but fuck you moaned my name”

“I-I”

“Do you want this?” Eddie whispered, running his thumb over your parted lips slowly “Because we can just pretend this never happened, like it was some kind of weed induced episode but right now you have made me the hardest i have ever been in my life- shit”

“I want this, god Eds please kiss me” grabbing the side of his face, you quickly attached your lips to his. Kissing him was even better than you thought it would be, tangling one hand in his messy hair as the other started tracing his tattoo-littered chest. You heard Eddie groan under his breath, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him, causing you to grind further down on his thigh in the process. You moaned into his mouth, gently biting his bottom lip.

“Fuck, your gonna be the death of me angel, I can feel you soaking through my sweats onto my thigh” he laughed breathlessly “Tell me what you were dreaming of”

“I-Eds” you began, cheeks flushing at his demand.

“Don’t get shy on me now, you were riding my thigh and i wanna know what got you so hot and bothered”

“You, shit, i was dreaming about your fingers, with those rings just touching me” you whimpered as he licked a long stripe up your neck before gently nipping at it.

“Knew you were always too interested in my hands playing guitar, thought it was just wishful thinking” catching your lips in another kiss. Slipping your tongue into his mouth you deepened the kiss, placing both your hands on his chest and pushing him flat on his back so you were straddling him.

“Jesus christ” he groaned when you gently ground down on his cock. Pulling away, much to his dismay, you sat up and slowly pulled off your shirt leaving you in nothing but a pair of black panties. Eddies breath caught in his throat- he couldn’t fucking believe it. Reaching his hands slowly up your stomach to your tits before grabbing them forcefully.

“Been wanting to touch these since you came back from that holiday with them” he moaned, relishing in the way you pushed your chest into his hands when he flicked your nipples, practically begging him for more. He sits up, pressing your bare chest to his as he grabs the back of your head pulling you in for a kiss. Your both groaning breathlessly into each others mouths, making out with the passion of years of unresolved feelings and tension. You couldn’t help yourself, desperately grinding down on Eddies hard cock through his sweats as his hands found your ass and squeezed hard.

“Gotta touch you, wanted this for too long and shit, your gonna make me cum in my pants if you keep doing that”

“Maybe i wanna” you smirk into the kiss, grinding down on him a little harder. It was although this awakened something in Eddie, flipping you over so you were on your back with him propped up on his arms over you. He began kissing and biting down your neck, surely leaving marks but neither of you cared. Bucking your hips desperately into the air, searching for some kind of relief, you could feel him smirk as he continued his assault on your neck. Quickly he moved his mouth to your nipples, biting them between more gentle licks and pulling obscene noises from you.

“You. Sound. So. Perfect” he groaned between kisses on your chest. Slowly he traced his ring covered hand down your stomach and towards your aching pussy. You were thanking your lucky stars that he fell asleep too quickly to remove his jewellery as the way the cool metal felt on your body was so good.

“How attached are you to these panties” Eddie asked breathlessly.

“Not very, why- fuck!” as soon as your replied he tore your panties off your body, throwing them somewhere in his dark room. He was looking at your pussy like a man starved, transfixed with how you were glistening at him as though inviting him inside. Running his fingers down your soaking pussy Eddie thinks he must be in heaven, desperately trying to take in every last detail of this moment, of you. He gathers some of your wetness on his fingers before plunging two inside of you, making you cry out his name. Moving his fingers in and out of you quickly, curling his fingers up desperately trying to find your sensitive spot. Eddie knows he has found it when you start shaking, incoherent noises falling from your mouth with his name, he could not bring himself to stop even if he wanted too. The way his ring covered fingers looked inside you, the way you sounded, it was all too inviting. Slowly, he leant forward and attached his lips to your clit, sucking lightly. This was all it took to tip you over the edge, your walls fluttering around him as your thighs closed around his head. Your orgasm rippled through you, grinding on his face to ride it out as you cried out his name.

“Shit, you just squirted on my face” Eddie pants, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“I-I have never done that before. I didn’t think i could” you reply, voice still shaky from your orgasm. “Please can i touch you” reaching forward to touch him through his sweats.

“God as much as i want you too i just need to be inside you right now” taking off the remainder of his clothes he then crawled back onto the bed, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a box of condoms.

“Shit im out” he groaned, throwing the empty box on the floor.

“Don’t care just need you inside me Eds” bucking your hips up to meet him, your pussy grazing his cock.

“Fuck- are you asking me to fuck you raw?” you nodded, and that was all the confirmation he needed before sliding into you in one quick motion making you both cry out. He couldn’t bare being gentle right now, all the years of pent up sexual tension and the nights he had imagined this had left him absolutely feral. Relentlessly pounding into you, he lent forward to capture your lips in a kiss- tongues fighting for dominance as you whimpered into his mouth. Desperate for more, you lifted one leg over his shoulder, the new angle causing you both to moan loudly.

“God, im so deep, shit, your so tight and warm” he growled “Never gotta fuck someone raw before and jesus christ am i glad it’s you”

“Eds! Shit! Right there!” using your other leg to pull him further inside you he continues fucking you as though his life depends on it and god did he think it did. It wasn’t long before you were close, he could feel your pussy squeezing his cock in the most sinful way and he was a gonner.

“Eds, fuck i’m cumming!” you screamed, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss as you rode out your high.

“Shit, so close, where do you want me to cum? Tits or tummy?” gripping onto your chest and squeezing your nipples.

“Inside”

“Oh fuck- inside?”

“Make me yours please” you pleaded, incoherent noises falling out your mouth along with his name. That was all it took, Eddie painting your walls with his cum. He pulled out of you, looking in awe at his cum dripping out your pussy before laying down next to you. Rolling over to face you he is met with your messy hair, rosy cheeks and a fucked out look on your face. He loved you, he always had and fuck was he worried that he had messed this up.

“God i’ve done this all the wrong way, i like you- no i love you and i wanted to do this properly and take you to dinner-“ you cut him off with a kiss, gently brushing his cheek.

“I love you, always have Eds”

“Be mine?” he asked, hand gently stroking your arm as he waited for a reply.

“I have always, always been yours” he pulls you in for another kiss, grabbing you by the hip to pull you closer.

“Stop im all sticky and sweaty” you laugh, playfully shoving him.

“Let’s go shower it off then”

“As if i could say no to more of that” stumbling out of bed and to his bathroom, neither of you felt quite as content before.

[luveline]

hi jade !!! i absolutely adore ur fics of eddie n r with kids they’re always so cute :((( like they fr warm my heart sm !!

if ur still taking requests could u pls write smn w r and roan coloring eddie’s tattoos? it’s totally cool if not !! much luv 🫶🫶🫶

hi yes of course tysm for ur request 🥺

You're curled up on the small couch with your head in a book when Roan runs full pelt into the living room. Eddie, sitting on the floor with his hair tickling your thigh, opens his arms to catch her.

"God, you're a bombshell," he complains as she lands, "and where have your socks gone?"

She digs her feet into him and laughs, a move that shows very much who's daughter she is.

She's not big enough to do any damage and still Eddie whines, turning his face to you to beg for some saving. "She's making ground beef out of my legs."

"You're made of beef?" you ask mildly, turning a yellowed page. "Like a cow."

"Moo," Roan says.

Eddie feels at once like he's been gravely insulted and proud of her for remembering what animal makes what sound. He settles on glaring at her until she moo's again, and then stroking her hair behind her ears with a sigh.

"Your hair is getting soooo long, mini me. Do you wanna haircut?" He pretends to snip at her hair with his fingers.

You actually close your book at that. "It's beautiful. I love how even when it's brushed the ends stay lovely and curled. And when you do the ringlets," you praise, sounding dreamy. You rake your fingers through Eddie's hair and goosebumps race down his arms. "Just like her dad's."

You kiss the top of his head and then stand. "I'm gonna heat up that soup I brought, okay?"

He reaches out to stroke your leg as you go.

Roan hums a song under his head, hands on his arm. She tickles his bicep without meaning to and he giggles like an idiot, wrapping his arms around her back to restrain her.

"You didn't answer my question," he tells her.

"Question?" she says. It's a mouthful of a word for her, he's surprised she can get through it.

"You want a haircut? It's almost to your tummy." An exaggeration. It's just below her chest. "If you cut it all your curls would come back."

"Like daddy's?"

"Kind of."

Roan hums some more and then climbs out of his lap without answering his question. He takes it as a no, anyhow, and isn't surprised. Her hair looks lovely either way, he'd just wanted to express that she has the choice.

Abandoned, Eddie closes his eyes and drops his head into the space where you'd been. He loves Sunday's like this because the cleaning's been done, Roan's clothes have been washed, and all there is to do is sit and listen to his two girls making noise. You flit back and forth in the kitchen buffeted by the sounds of cooking, the smell of soup rich and enough to make his stomach ache. How nice, to be cooked for. Roan bumps around in her bedroom.

"Do you want me to go out and get some bread?" he calls.

"There's enough!" you call back. "Grilled cheese en route."

"Oh god," he murmurs, voice quiet and thick with delight, "I'm spoiled beyond my wildest dreams here. Blessed, even, I-"

His dramatics are cut short by Roan once again catapulting into his lap. He groans at the impact, screwing his eyes closed to play dead.

A cold wetness moves over his skin. He worries she's spit on him, but then Roan presses a little harder and the nib of a pen becomes clear. He peels his eyes open and finds her colouring the puppet with her washables.

Roan couldn't care less at his condition, he finds, her small hands on his arm and turning so she can see the puppeteer and his demon. He'd worried when she was a baby that one day she'd get scared of his tattoos. They're not the most kid-friendly he could have chosen when he was nineteen.

Despite plans for a small 'R' somewhere safe, he hasn't had a tattoo since she was born. Money has either been too tight or too sacred; how could he spend it on himself? There's always dolls and houses and dresses to buy, always ice cream and days out and things she needs.

She's chosen a soft pink. His skin is just pale enough to show it.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks redundantly.

"Colouring."

"I can see that. Any reason?"

"I like pink most."

"I can see that, too," he says. Roan swaps one pink for another. She doesn't try very hard to stay in the lines and he's not bothered. When she colours the puppeteer's hand in a fiercer purple he's actually quite impressed.

"That is beautiful," he says, giving the top of her arm a squeeze.

"'Nother one?" she asks.

He bradishes his other arm. "Please, baby."

She tries to colour the bats in green and pink, almost like flowers. It doesn't really work, as they're almost solid blocks of colour, but it's a valiant effort and he thanks her for it with a sloppy kiss to her cheek.

She loves it, giving him one in return. The pen in her hand leaves a long line up his neck as she ducks in.

Roan pulls away with a beaming smile.

He takes a chance and cups her face in his hand. Or rather, his thumb, because her face is tiny. "Thank you, Roan. You're a good drawer, you know? You're really good."

She smiles some more, shy and happy and adorable. He's shocked at how lovely she is whilst looking like him. It doesn't make any sense at all.

"Roan, you want grilled cheese, princess?" you call.

Eddie caps her pen and pulls her up into his arms. She takes it for a cuddle and hugs him as he carries her to the kitchen, all heavy and sweet in the nook of his neck.

"My girl's an artist."

You melt at the sight. Table set and dinner plated, you throw the hand towel over your shoulder and stand as close to him as you can. "Nice tattoos, handsome," you say.

"She is! Yes. Maybe I can have some tattoos after dinner," you say, voice taking on the bubble affect of parentese.

"Yes!" Roan shouts.

"I think we're agreed," Eddie drawls. "Now for our feast. Thank you, my lady."

You flick his shoulder. "Yeah, you're welcome, hotshot."

-

more eddie and roan

[mamibaddie]

18+ only! Contains smut. Minors DNI.

Perv!bestfriend!Eddie being so touch-starved that he has to be touching you at all times. Whether it’s holding hands, hugging you from behind, or laying his chin on your shoulder. He loves feeling the warmth of your body against his. Your friends worry that he’ll prevent you from getting a boyfriend because everyone’ll think you’re stuck with the freak. But that’s exactly what you want.

Maybe you’re a bit touch starved too. You love touching his arms and tracing his tattoos. In private, you’ll even slip your hand into his back-pocket of his jeans. He gets a little shocked at first but he loves it. He especially loves when you put your foot in his lap. His breathing becomes labored when you begin Rubbing his thighs. You keep your eyes on him and he’s looking at his lap. Lips slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed. He loves how soft your feet are, toes painted a nice white color. You start gently petting his cock that’s semi-hard. “You know,” you say, while sliding your foot up and down his cock, “I don’t mind helping you out Eddie.” He looks up at you with hooded eyes. “Really?” He says. You nod at him. “With anything. It’s what best friends are for.”

Working out after a while, your body starts to get sore. It’s Perv!Bestfriend!Eddie to the rescue! After a shower, You ask him if he’d mind massaging your body for you. His brain practically short-circuits. He blinks a few times, wondering if you actually asked him that. He clears his throat and let’s out a yes. You’re wearing a Calvin Klein casual bra and booty shorts. He starts massaging your back and you’re letting out little moans coupled with “yes, yes right there.” And “God, Eddie, you’re so good with your hands.” He remembers you usually add baby oil right after a shower, he knows this because it makes your skin so glowy and soft. “U-um. Is it okay if I add some oil?” “Why?” He blinks a few times. Thinking about what excuse to come up with that doesn’t sound as perverted as his thoughts. “Well, you usually a-apply the oil to your b-body. Right?” You slowly nod. “Right, good point.” You get up and walk to your bathroom, coming out with baby oil bottle in your hands. “You don’t mind if I take off my bra do you?” Eddie’s quick to shake his head and say no. You turn around to where he can’t see and take it off. Eddie suddenly can’t breath. “Oh, and Eddie?” “Yes?” He replies with a squeak. “Could you also get my ass too? Squats have been murder on my ass.” Needless to say, Eddie is bricked up the entire time. You notice when he’s leaning over to get more oil. You look at him and your eyes wander down to his lap. “Oh, you poor thing. Would you like a massage next?”

Perv!bestfriend!Eddie waking up from having a wet dream about you. Earlier in the day, you both went to the comic book store. You plucked one of them up, letting out a “whoa”. Eddie turned his head in curiosity. “What?” You smiled at him and turned your wrist around to show him the comic. It was one of the Vampirella stories. He would know cause he had several comics at his place. “She looks hot! I think I’m gonna dress like her for Halloween.” He swallowed hard at the thought. He thought about you in that tiny red suit she wears, long, black braids flowing down your back. The gold jewelry complimenting your skin tone. He had to excuse himself to go to the restroom and rub one out, but the thought still remained. Especially after you asked him to take you to the fabric store after buying a few Vampirella comics. So naturally, the dream was of you riding him. The bottom of your Vampirella costume pulled to the side. Eddie had planted his feet on the bed to meet your hips with his. Driving up into you with such a harsh force that inflicted both pleasure and pain. Licking on of his thumbs and placing it on your clit, rubbing you slowly.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous. You don’t know how bad I want you, want this.”

You let out a whimper “Yes, Eddie. Just like that! Oh my-“

“Are you going to cum? Fuck, I can feel it, you’re just sucking me right back in sweetheart. I’m gonna cum too, gonna cum deep inside you.”

He had woke up cumming in his boxers.

Perv!bestfriend!Eddie loves to edge himself to the thought of you. It starts out simple, the thought of how your legs look in shorts and mini skirts. How soft your thighs look and feel. How he’s addicted to how you smell. Then the thoughts become a filthier by each stroke. Like how pretty you’d look in bondage, all vulnerable for him. Or he’d fantasize of role playing with you, you wearing a costume of one of his comic book crushes. But what a lot of people wouldn’t think is how much he’d love to be dominated by you. Just the thought of it has his tip become an angry red, pre-cum leaking out and dripping down his shaft. Just the thought of you handcuffing him to the bed and making him cum over and over again has tears rolling down his cheeks and cum running down his shaft.

Asking to borrow Perv!bestfriend!Eddie’s camcorder and when he asks for what, you reply with, “if I told you, it’d ruin the surprise.”

Perv!bestfriend!Eddie needing to watch some porn to hopefully get his mind off of you. (As if that’s possible.) he noticed in his collection of tapes in his closet that there’s one unlabeled. He takes it out and pops it into the TV. He pulls down his boxers enough to free himself.He grabs his lotion from the nightstand and pumps some onto his hand. The video plays in his room, it appears to be of an amateur film. He’s confused because he’s never gotten on before. He’s even more confused because the more that he looks at the background, the more it looks like your room. That’s when you come into frame. You’re wearing leather fetish lingerie, getting ready to pleasure yourself and Eddie feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. Needless to say, it’s one of Eddie’s most watched films.

[manicformunson]

just- eddie with a badass, metal reader? and he’s too nervous to talk to her, hes almost intimidated, but then she goes up to him and confronts him abt his stares??? i’m done for.

do you wanna touch me

pairing eddie munson x fem!reader

summary reader is the girl of eddie's dreams and he can't help but stare at her any and every chance he got. he never expected her to call him out in front of his friends

note i am a firm believer in eddie being a total perv lol also abrupt ending sorry i like to tease :p

Eddie was a creep, he knew it. He literally could not help but drool over the girl in his math class, Y/N was like his hottest wet dream. She was always sporting shirts from his favorite bands, her hair always dyed unnatural colors and sometimes if he was lucky she wore a skirt, showing off a huge dnd dragon tattoo on her thigh. When that happened Eddie always had to pick his jaw up off the floor and excuse himself to the bathroom.

Eddie found himself more often than not rubbing one out at the thought of her plush thighs around his neck and his face buried in her pussy, or her tits squished up against his cock with her tonuge gingerly licking the tip -- the latter being his favorite.

One time he had to run to the bathroom to jerk off after math class when she wore one of those devilish skirts and moved her legs, causing Eddie to catch a glimpse of her panties. It was not his proudest moment.

Even Gareth had mentioned that Eddie was obsessed and that if he had the balls he should just go up and talk to her, but as funny as it was to everyone else, Eddie was intimidated. He had never met a girl who liked heavy metal and had tattoos of DND dragons, plus she was drop dead gorgeous.

Thank god for the weekend though. It was the only time he got a break from Y/N and her unknowing curse on him.

He had no intention of swimming, just soaking up the sun with a cigarette and maybe checking out the mom's in bikinis until he saw Y/N across the pool. He felt as if the breath had been knocked out of him. "Jesus Christ." He muttered when he was able to breathe again.

Eddie had picked up Gareth, Jeff and Dustin for a day at the pool -- solely Dustin's idea but Eddie would later kiss his feet for it. When they got there they had picked out spots near the gate and Eddie laid out on the chair and pulled out a cigarette, promising to look after they're stuff.

He had thought about asking her to join Hellfire since she'd probably enjoy it but the fear of rejection was too much for him. That and it'd be pretty hard to concentrate on a campaign when Y/N's pretty eyes were on him.

She was wearing a simple black bikini but goddamn, Eddie could see that she had a couple more tattoos -- one on her right breast of a bat with no head, some phrase on her hip bone, and when she turned her back towards him Eddie could see she had little wings right above the waist line of her bottoms.

Jeff and Gareth noticed him drooling over her and decided to follow Dustin to the pool, leaving Eddie a mumbling mess. All he could think about is her tramp stamp and how it contrasted against her wet skin, god Eddie had to fight popping a semi right then and there.

"There a reason your staring at me Munson?" Y/N said through a taunting smile, swaying her hips until she was standing over him. Eddie only held his hands up in defense, "I just, I uh. I mean-" Y/N crossed her arms, making Eddie very aware of how her boobs squished against her arms.

"I just wanted, wanted to-" Eddie couldn't think -- she was so much hotter than Eddie had thought. "Wanted to?" Y/N cocked her eyebrow at him, her fingers tapping against her elbows. "Your tattoos! You got, you got nice tattoos."

She laughed at him and Eddie couldn't help but smile at it, even if she was laughing at him. Y/N decided to sit down in the chair beside him and lean in a little, unknowingly giving him access to see the forbidden valleys of her breasts.

"You're practically drooling, and you're trying to tell me it's because of my tattoos?"

Eddie didn't respond, his brain only focused on the tattoo on her tits which made her grab his chin, forcing him to look at her and continue to mumble out nonsense.

Y/N knew that he had a crush on her, it was a bit pathetic but damn did she think it was cute. She couldn't help but tease.

She leaned closer to him, enough that her perfume clogged his senses, and pressed her lips to his ear, "You know, I got a few more tats underneath my swimsuit if you ever wanna see them."

She licked the shell of his ear causing him to visibly shutter and moan. Eddie grabbed her arm, "I, I got a van." Y/N giggled down at his desperate state. "Hm. I was thinking maybe back at my place later. So I could show you all of my pretty tattoos, and you could take the time to appreciate them."

Her hand was now rubbing up and down his arm giving him goosebumps and his head was so foggy with her presents that Eddie couldn't register what she was insinuating, he just nodded.

When her soft lips pressed against his cheek is when he felt his dick jump at the sudden feeling, "See you then pretty boy." And she was gone, leaving Eddie dazed and with a semi.

Little did he know he wasn't being very secretive about his staring, catching her attention and jumping when she starting storming over to him. Oh shit, he thought before trying to come up with an excuse.

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 6. brb x oc

a/n: * violent screaming* god they pain me with how CUTE they are. anyway, WHEW, can't believe this is mostly fluff isntead of angst...............but there's still time :)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/

taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut @wiipes @lcahwriter @shrimping-for-all @gretagerwigsmuse @frenchtoastix

@lizzie-rdj

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Saturday morning was like the storm from yesterday never happened, clear skies with birds chirping, soft winds fluttering leaves, a complete opposite from the reenactment of Noah’s ark.

Bea woke up happy, she had her lunch with a smile on her face and cleaned her house while How Will I Know played in the background.

She also accepted Shells’ apology, much to the blonde’s relief, but she didn’t tell her what prompted the acceptance.She wanted to keep that all to herself, “There’s a boy, I know,” she sang with Whitney, sweeping her floor “He’s the one I dream of. Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above, mm-hmm.”

Her hips moved along to the beat,  her smile unfaltering as she hummed the song. Jolene settled herself on the couch, following her owner with her eyes as she twirled around with the broom close to her chest. She couldn’t help herself really, even if there was…well, nothing between the two, Rooster was just so…so special to her. She stopped humming once Whitney hit the chorus “How will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer with every heartbeat!”

Beatrice held the end of the broom to her lips as if it was a mic “I fall in love whenever we meet,” her cheeks warmed up with the words “I’m asking you what you know about these things! How will I know if he’s thinking of me? I try to phone but–” her singing was cut short by a sudden knock on her door, Jolene sitting up on the couch while the brunette stares. She looks back at her phone to check the time, it was just past lunchtime? Who could it be?

She frowns a bit, but lowers the volume of her little speaker, tapping her thighs as she fixes the shirt on her body, slipping on the flip flops to march to the door. She peeked through the windows to see who’d be, widening her eyes at a familiar body outside. Unlocking the door,  she looks up at the face of no one else but her older brother Leo.

“Leo?”

“Little Bitty! Hey!” he grins, his dark brown mutton chops were now peppered with streaks of silver just like his hair - that once was long to his shoulders - that rested below his ears where a couple earrings remained. He was tall and athletic, covered in tattoos he got in his surfing days, but with a boyish smile hidden under his facial whiskers. “I got you a present!”

“Hi auntie!”

Her little niece Bianca rested on his crooked arm, her blonde hair pulled into two tiny pigtails while a denim bucket hat was on her head. Her baby yellow overall had tiny ducks sewn onto it, while a striped pink and blue shirt under it. She stretched her little body forward so Beatrice picked her up from her father, the little girl hugging her neck. “Hi sweetie! What a surprise!” she looks from her niece to her older brother, “What’s going on?”

“Yeah so…” he claps his hands once, wincing a bit, “Can you stay with Bibi for a few hours?” Beatrice recoiled in surprise so her brother quickly lifted his hands, “I’ll pick her up before you go to work! I promise! I need someone to stay with her.”

“What? Why me? Isn’t Cynthia home?” 

“Cynthia is visiting her sister, you know the one I say is insane and likes to drink essential oils to prevent diseases? Yeah well, she’s getting her stomach pumped because of it.” he says it with a casual shrug, “Soooo…it was either you or Marina, who is a three hours ride for me.”

“But…where are you going then?”

“My friend Eddie, remember him? Shaggy blonde hair, had a crush on Marina when we were kids, ate a dragonfly once and showed it to you and you punched him in the nose.”

Realization flashes over her eyes, “Oh, oh I remember him.”

“Yeah, the storm yesterday? Destroyed his deck. He gave me a call in tears asking me to help him out.” he pressed his hand together in a prayer position, “I promise I won’t take longer than three hours. But pretty please, with a cherry on top?”

She furrowed her eyebrows, looking from her brother to her niece clung to her neck…well she didn’t have anything planned today, so she just shrugged, “Okay,” his brother pumped his fist in the air, hissing out a ‘yess’ “But you better be back before I go to work. I won’t take Bibi to the Hard Deck.”

“Oh, I promise.” she watched him go to his truck, opening the passenger door to grab a colorful unicorn bag, rushing back to her door, “There you go, her little purse. She wants to go to Mr.Scoops today.”

“Mr.Scoops– Leonardo! You didn’t say–” 

“It’s just twenty minutes from you!” he defended himself meekly, “You can get an Uber! It’ll be fun! You love that place! We’ve been going there since we were kids!”

“But–” he pressed a kiss to his daughter’s head and another one on his little sister’s cheek, “Leonardo– don’t you walk off! Leonardo!” he was already back inside the truck, blowing the two of them kisses before the truck sped away from her street. Beatrice groaned, clenching the neon pink strap of the kiddie purse only to heave out a sigh. She turned to her niece, who was looking up at her already, “Sometimes your dad can be worse than a child.”

She turned herself around to walk both of them inside, Jolene whimpering and whining when she saw Bianca there “Jojo!!” Bianca wriggled on her aunt’s arms, eventually being put down to hug the pitbull’s neck. The little girl shrieked with joy when Jolene licked her cherub-like face, Bianca falling on her butt while laughing, letting the dog kiss her in her own way.

Beatrice sighed, rubbing her forehead with her free hand. The playlist was still going, this time it changed to Tears for Fears before she turned the speaker off. She had to take a shower and change, “Bibi” the little girl looked up from trying to climb Jolene like a racehorse, “I’m going to take a shower okay? Then we’ll go to Mr.Scoops.”

“Can we play dress up?!” Beatrice tried to hold back her groan, slapping on a smile with a nod. She knew what her niece wanted. Every time she visited Bianca would ask her aunt to dress her ‘princess shirt’ which was just a red blouse with a boat-like collar that dipped enough to show her cleavage and hugged her waist, with billowy sleeves. “Yay!!” Bianca jumped to grab her aunt’s hand as the two, alongside Jolene, walked up the stairs.

Beatrice gave some of her old books with color pencils to Bianca to pass the time while she took her shower. The ‘princess shirt’ was already on her sink, with her black skinny jeans and her ‘princess shoes’ her black medium heeled boots with the tiny bow on the zipper. Beatrice heard Bianca hum songs and tell stories to Jolene with a smile on her face as she dried her body off. 

She slid on her outfit quickly, running her hands through her hair and shaking it to fluff it up a bit, tossing it to the side because she knew her niece would be upset if her aunt pulled her hair up. The things she did for that little girl. “Okay!” Beatrice walked out of the bathroom, Bianca and Jolene looking up at her, her little niece on her stomach atop of her bed with the drawing book clutched in her tiny hand “I’m done, now we just need to-”

“No!” Bianca sat up on her knees, one accusing finger to her aunt’s face, “Need lipstick!” 

“Lipstick? But–”

Bianca slid off the bed, pointing up again, “Princess need lipstick!”

“Bianca, honey, there’s no need–” but her niece was already in the bathroom, opening the drawer where she kept her makeup. She pulled out a matte red liquid lipstick that was aptly named ‘Royal Red’. The little girl held it up like a sword, looking at her aunt’s matching emerald irises. Bea sighed, plucking the lipstick from her hand to lean over the sink to brush the doe’s foot over her lips.

“Kitty too!” Bianca called, pulling the black eyeliner for her aunt to see. The winged eyeliner. Beatrice sighed again, grabbing the eyeliner. Bianca watched with pure fascination, her little hands resting on the edge of the sink, eyes wide watching the makeup being put on effortlessly. 

Beatrice didn’t feel like wearing makeup earlier, but she couldn’t lie that she didn’t look good. She smacked her lips a bit, the matte lipstick already dried and fluffed her hair again once she was done with her eyeliner, “Okay,” she turned to her niece, who smiled “How’s this?”

“Yaay! Pretty!!” Beatrice chuckled, watching Bianca go down the stairs with Jolene holding her steady. While she picked up her purse and her sunglasses, she opened the Uber app to see if she could catch a ride to Mr.Scoops  that would accept a dog in the car and would allow her to put on the toddler seat. Bianca would come over so often she bought one for her Subaru.

Mr.Scoops always accepted dogs, so taking Jolene with them would be the right choice. Once in the living room, she picked Jolene’s leash to latch it to her collar, then crouched down to place the unicorn purse across her niece’s body. “Come on, we are going to wait outside.” she still had to get a ride, but she thought waiting outside was better, especially considering how Bianca seemed to be ready to jump around any moment. 

So she told Bianca and Jolene to wait there while she locked the door, her back to the driveway with the toddler seat by her feet. 

-

He washed the towels, he didn’t want to at first, still trying to keep the scent to memory, but they were soaked from sucking the water from his seat all the way back. He also managed to dry his seat so the car was just as new when he drove it to her house.

Wax’s Right Between the Eyes vibrated insidde the Bronco and he couldn’t help but smile a bit at the random shuffle his playlist led to.”I wasn’t looking for a love explosion,” he sings quietly, “But I must have been a target my oh my. Cause when I least expected it, I took a direct hit, right between the eyes.” he tapped his fingers to the beat against the wheel cover.

“You, you shattered my resistance, yes it’s true.” he chewed his lower lip, the smile only getting wider “You battered my defenses, what could I do?I’m running from the heat between me and you…”

His voice trailed off once he turned on her street, still humming along to the chorus while leaning over to the backseat to grab the fluffy towels, tucking them underneath his arm. He turned his radio off, pulled the key and stepped out of the Bronco.  He felt a pressure to the back of his legs, then turned around to see Jolene wagging her entire body looking up at him, “Hey! What are you doing out of the house, girlie?” he cooed, leaning down to scratch her behind the ears.

What was she doing out of the house, really? With her leash on too. The said leash was connected to a very tiny arm, to a tiny body and a tiny face. There was a little girl right there, staring at him. “Hey there.” he said.

“Hi! Who are you?” the little girl asked, but before he could reply she started talking again, “I’m Bianca Marie,I’m five!” she tossed her spread fingers in his direction, “I like your shirt!”

Rooster chuckled softly, looking down at the blue and white shirt with tiny palm trees on it, “Thanks, I like your hat.” He pulled his glasses to the top of his head, his eyes softened when he looked closer. This was the little girl on Bea’s video, the one filming “My name, well…” he looked around suspiciously, “Promise not to laugh?” she nods eagerly, “My name…is Bradley Bradshaw.”

“Bradley?” she repeated

“But everyone calls me Rooster.” Bianca blinked, a soft giggle leaving her lips and he gasps offendedly, “Hey! You promised you wouldn't laugh!”

“I know what a rooster is! He’s the chicken’s husband!” she narrowed her eyes, “You aren’t a real rooster.” it was like she just discovered the answer to a great mystery. There was noise coming from closer to the house, when he looked up he saw the back of Beatrice, her hand running through her dark brown hair as she looked down at her phone. He tried to not run his eyes over the length of her body, tried being the key word, but those pants good God. “I know what you are!” Bianca shouted triumphantly, snapping him out of his current admiration, “You are a prince!”

He blinked twice at her, chuckling “Oh, I’m a prince?”

“Yes!” she was hellbent on it too, smiling her few teeth at him, “You are a prince– auntie Bea! Look!!I found a prince!”

Beatrice’s head snapped up before turning around, her eyes still on the phone, “You found what honey?” Rooster’s jaw dropped when she spun around and he begged to God, to every deity he could stop staring. The beach outfit? It was one thing, it was good to see her moving freely like that. But this one? Holy shit, that top hugged onto her curves like a vice, her hair swayed alongside her hips and her lips looked like fresh strawberries on a sunny morning.

 “I can’t believe there is not one driver willing to take us I—” she stalls when she looks up, seeing Rooster crouched to her niece’s level with his eyes glazed over “...O-Oh…hi.”

“Hi.” he replied back, sliding his glasses back on because he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes still, standing to his feet “I…I brought your towels.” he gestured to the folded fabrics under his arm. He sucked in a breath, the top was way better than he assumed it’d be, showing some of her shoulders and a bit of cleavage. God, what was he doing? He’s not Hangman, he could control himself! 

“Oh, oh, thank you.” she slipped her phone in her back pocket, reaching over to grab them once he took them from under his arm. She hugged them to her chest,lifting her sunglasses to her forehead, exposing the winged eyeliner “I didn’t think you’d return them so soon.”

“I didn’t want to keep them for too long.” he said, then licked his lips, “You look…really nice.” her cheeks turned red and her head dipped with a nervous smile, “You going somewhere?”

“Oh, um, we were trying to–”

“We’re going to Mr.Scoops!” Bianca shouted, stepping in between the two adults, “I’m going to get the Unicorn cookies and then we are going to get the extra marshmallows!” she looked up at him, “Do you like ice cream? Do you wanna go?”

“Bianca!”

“But he’s a prince!” she pouted, pointing her finger up at him, “He’s a rooster prince!”

Beatrice sighed, giving him an apologetic look, “I don’t even know if we’ll be able to, I can’t find anyone to take a dog and a five years old.” 

“I can.” he says, “I can take you.”

Beatrice’s red lips part in surprise, “Rooster, you don’t have to, I– you already brought me home yesterday.”

“...I haven’t had ice cream in years.” he says softly, his hands inside his jeans’ pockets, “Maybe I could have some too.” it took every power within herself to hold back from kissing him right there, only able to nod with a small smile. She rushed inside to toss the folded towels on the couch before coming back, grabbing the toddler seat she left outside and locking the door. 

Rooster never took a child in his car, so he allowed Beatrice to fix the seat herself, clipping the seat belt in the holes. Bianca waited patiently with Jolene sitting next to her, letting out a ‘yay’ when her aunt picked her up and locked her on the seat, giving a tug for safe measure. “Okay Jo, now you.” Jolene hopped inside, curling herself next to Bianca so the little girl could pet her head.

Bea turned to Rooster, who was watching it all with a grin, “Everything good?”

She nods once, dropping the glasses to her eyes, “Yes. Jo is a very calm dog while in the car, she’s not going to jump around or anything. Especially with Bibi there.” she gasped softly when he opened the door for her, laughing breathlessly, whispering a soft thanks towards him.

She latched the seatbelt on, looking back to check on her niece, seeing she was singing Elmo's Song with the pitbull’s large head next to her swinging legs. She smiled in relief, watching Rooster slide back inside, following the same movements she did by putting the seatbelt on, “Okay, everyone alright?”

“Yeah.” she gave one last look just to check “Do you know where Mr.Scoops is?” 

“I have no idea.” he chuckles, “But we can use the gps.”

“No, it’s okay. I have known the way ever since I was four. I can tell you.”

So she did tell him where to go, which way to turn and where to get the best parking spot during a sunny Saturday afternoon. They reached the beginning of a park where several cars already took most of the space, so Bea pointed ahead to a car just leaving. Once Rooster parked, his head followed the bright pink, blues and yellows of a building and the tall statue of a fancily dressed snowman on his left view, “Mr.Scoops?” he gestured towards the snowman, making Bea smile.

“They changed his design, he used to be terrifying when I was a kid.” Rooster said he’d get Jolene and she could get Bianca out, the little girl who happily took her aunt’s hand, trying to tug her forward. The tall sliding doors decorated with ice cream pictures opened and it was like Rooster was stepping back into the 90’s.

The pink, blue and yellow theme continued inside, from the walls to the floor with tiny triangles on it. Sky blue Booths with parents and other people were on either side of him, pink tables separating the groups while above his head was a floating Mr.Scoops holding a chocolate swirl and there was a yellow neon spiral staircase that led to an upper floor to his right. There were dogs there, some smaller than Jolene but all of them extremely well behaved, licking their own bowls of ice cream in peace, “Woah.” he whispered in amazement, pulling his sunglasses up to his hair as Wannabe played over the speakers, “This is incredible.”

“I know right? I love this place.” she smiles, doing the same to her own sunglasses, “Come on, you haven't even seen the ice cream counter yet.” They walked forward with Bianca in tow, while he followed her with Jolene practically dragging him since he couldn’t stop looking around.

He had never seen so many types of ice cream in his life. The counter was enormous with at least four people behind it preparing whatever cold confection your heart desired. There were so many colors, so many names written on the pixel esque menu behind the servers he didn’t know where to look. 

“Hello!Welcome to Mr.Scoops! I’m Gina, how can I help you today?” a freckled teenager with a septum ring and neon pink hair smiled at them, wiping her hands on the light yellow apron with Mr.Scoops face sewn on the side.

“Hi!” Bianca called from below “I want the Unicorn please! With the unicorn cookies and extra marshmallows!”

“Sure thing! What color would you like your bowl?”

“Pink!” Bianca bounced on her feet, watching Gina prepare her ice cream through the glass. Rooster and Beatrice stood next to each other, looking at the brightly colored menu trying to choose what to get.

“There’s so many.” Rooster whispered, “I’ve never even heard of half of these flavors.”

Beatrice chuckled, “Yeah, they are very broad with their flavors. They also have seasonal ones too.” she pointed to the other side of the menu, hearing him whistle low at how many other flavors were there. “Take your time, Bibi’s ice cream will take a while to be done.”

“What do you usually get here?”

“Me?” he nods, waiting for her response, “Oh uh…I don’t know…my favorite one from childhood has always been mango cream, but I also like their almond crunch too, with dark chocolate. Like, right now I’m leaning towards the mango cream since it’s been so long since I had it too.” she turned to him, seeing him still looking at the menu, “What’s your favorite one? From childhood?”

“The usual chocolate. I saw it here but there’s like…six different types of chocolate ones to choose.” he chuckles, scratching the side of his neck “But I see chocolate chips right up there so, maybe I’ll get that.”

“There you go, one Unicorn done.” Beatrice grabbed the pink bowl with the unicorn shaped rice krispies lolly jabbed on the pink, green and white swirl, tiny unicorn cookies glued to the side alongside a few marshmallows and peach syrup. Bianca squealed, trying to get from her aunt’s hand only for Bea to tell her she and Rooster still had to choose.

The little girl pouted, but hugged her aunt’s leg instead, waiting, “I want a mango cream with mango syrup in a plastic bowl, please.” Gina nodded, then looked at Rooster waiting for his own order.

“Chocolate chips with…chocolate…syrup? In a plastic bowl too.”

“You can add the Cookie Monster cookie as a base,” Gina said, pointing over her shoulder to where the blue Sesame Street monster poster was. “It gives a nice crunch.” Rooster looked up at the poster and the little boy inside him told him to definitively do it. He nods in agreement, “What else?”

“One medium sized Pup-Sundae,” Bea looks down at the pitbull who was sitting patiently between them, licking her maw, “With extra cantaloupe please.”

They wait for a while, Gina being kind to place the Unicorn in the mini fridge under the counter so it wouldn’t melt while she prepared their own ice creams. Once they are one, she places all of them in a chilled basket, telling them to enjoy it and then pointing to the cashier they had to go once they were done. “I wanna go uppies!” Bianca told them, pointing to the ceiling.

Rooster furrowed his eyebrows towards Bea, “The second floor has a great view.” she explains, “Come along then.” They march through the crowd of people that has doubled over since they entered, towards the spiral staircase. It was large enough for all of them to walk side by side to the second floor.

Honestly, she wasn’t wrong, it had a gorgeous view. Large glass doors that opened up to a balcony with light blue tiles, pink tables with parasols in the middle next to one another while the inside had even more booths, bathrooms and a soda/water machine if the person so wished.

Beatrice walked to the balcony where the wind wasn’t so intense, so only a flutter touched their skins once they stepped out. Bianca hurriedly sat on the plush yellow seat, her bucket hat almost covering her eyes as her aunt and Rooster sat opposite to each other, “Okay, your unicorn.” Bianca practically vibrated when her aunt placed it in front of her “Jo’s sundae.” she leaned down to place the bowl in front of her dog, who immediately started lapping it, “My mango cream and your chocolate chips.”

“Thanks.” he says when she pushes the basket to the side, looking down at the beautiful chocolate chip swirl with… he doesn’t think those should be called chips, those were chunks of chocolate, with a huge cookie underneath it all and a tiny picture of Cookie Monster stabbed on top. He chuckled, making Bea look at him in question, “Nothing, it’s just wild to me that I’m eating chocolate chips ice cream with a Cookie Monster–” he pulled it out, twirling in his fingers, “Little banner? I don’t know what you call this.”

“I think it’d be a little banner in a way.” she shrugs, pulling out napkins from the napkin holder, handing some over to him while she kept the most to herself, “Eat slowly Bibi,” her niece nodded, but tried to move her hat off her view, so Bea pulled it out to fold on her lap, running her hand on the blonde hair trying to calm the baby hairs down. “Has it really been so long since you had ice cream?” she asks after putting her purse on the empty chair to her left.

Rooster thought about it, “Yeah, I think…what? Two, three years?”

“Years?”

“Between the academy and everything, I’m glad I’m able to sleep.” he chuckles, digging his iridescent plastic spoon onto the soft swirl, “Certain things aren’t the most important in my mind.” he brings the spoon to his lips, expecting good chocolate ice cream. What he didn’t expect was the flavor this ice cream would have. It was chocolate chips on steroids “Oh…my god.” he closed his eyes, resting his forehead on the back of his hand. “This is the best ice cream I’ve ever had.”

Beatrice laughs, digging her own ice cream, “Pretty good,huh?”

“How come I’ve never heard about this place?” he asks, clearly offended while eating another spoonful with a chocolate chunk this time, tossing his head back, fluttering his eyes closed “This is heaven.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Beatrice says, genuinely happy, licking her spoon clean, “This place has been here ever since my oldest brother was born so…early 70s I think. I never found a place like this anywhere else, it’s a little local treasure.”

“You came here often as a kid?” he asks, chewing a piece of cookie.

“When we could, bringing a family of eight here was a lot of work,” Rooster choked on his bite at the amount of people she said, just like she was talking about the weather.

“You–how many siblings do you have???”

“Five,” she smiles at his shocked face, his body leaning back on his seat with an ‘are you for real’ look “Three brothers and two sisters,I’m… the baby of the family.” she chuckles, frowning a bit when saying it outloud, “We’d come here for birthdays most of the time, rented this whole area for us. There used to be an arcade here too but they removed it in the early 00’s.”

“You have five siblings.” he repeated, not being able to wrap his head around it “Five siblings.” she nods with the spoon in her mouth, shoulders shaking with laughter, “Must’ve been insane.”

“Oh, it was.” She chews a piece of mango, placing a hand in front of her mouth as she thought, “ I became an aunt when I was seven years old.”

“Wow…” he arches his eyebrows to his hairline “Wow, that’s…I wow. Do they all live here? Your family?”

“My brother Leonardo,” she smiles when Bianca says ‘that’s my daddy!’ “He lives in Southcrest, so not too far from me, my sister Marina lives in Santa Clarita. Um…Sabrina lives in Boston,while Guillermo and Michael live in New York. I just noticed there are three of us on each side of the country.” she chuckles, shaking her head “My parents still live in Little Italy, we are all sort of close but not too much.”

Rooster nods, fearing she’d ask about his own - which to be fair would be understandable following his line of questioning - but she didn’t, she just chewed her ice cream in peace and wiped her niece’s face. He took another bite of this heaven sent cold dessert, supporting his weight on his elbow, as he watched her look to the distance for a minute then her eyes widened, “Oh we forgot to get water,” she says, already standing to her feet “I’m gonna go get it, do you mind–” she gestured to Bianca, who was focused on finishing her ice cream. He nods once and she smiles, “Thank you.” 

His eyes follow her until she reaches the soda machine, putting a couple dollars there and waiting. While that happens she adjusts her hair by tossing it over her shoulder, strands of chocolate brown fluttering with the movement and he cannot look away.But once he does, he tried to cover the startle he had when the little blonde girl’s gaze was on him  “Mr.Prince Rooster, if you aren’t a prince.” her eyes narrowed, “What are you?”

He felt himself being analyzed and judged by a five years old “I’m a pilot.”

“What’s that?”

“I fly a plane.” well, a plane would be an understatement…

Bianca’s little mouth curves into an ‘o’, but her eyes remain on him, “I’ve been to a plane once! I visited uncle Gui in New York!”

“It’s not a normal plane, it’s um…it’s a jet plane.” she furrowed her light eyebrows, chewing a piece of cookie “It’s a small one, used for…stuff that I don’t really know how to explain to you.”

She hums, messily wiping her face and tossing the napkin to the table, “Is that how you met my auntie? Flying a plane?”

He opened his mouth to say no, but then paused…technically that was how he met Beatrice, since she works at the Hard Deck. “Well, yeah. I think that’d be how we met, yeah.” he heard footsteps approaching, Bea returned with three bottles of water and two cups in her arms, smiling down at him before setting one in front of him, going back to her seat, shaking her head quickly to fix some loose strands of hair before tucking said strands behind her ears.

“What are you two talking about?” she questions while pouring some water to Bianca into a cup, then handing it to the little girl once she reaches for it.

“How we met.” he replies, gesturing to the two of them “I think she’s disappointed I’m not a prince.” he chuckles, lowering his voice almost to a whisper.

Beatrice’s soft laugh made his smile widen, her spoon dipping back on the light colored yellow ice cream, “Of course she is,” she grins, “But she’s going to be calling you that every time now, I hope you know.”

“Hey,I’ve been called worse than Prince.” he shrugs, “I can live with that.”

Beatrice’s head dipped with a smile, but she said nothing else after that. They had a very nice afternoon, a bit uncommon for Rooster since the last contact he had with a child that age was a long time ago. Bianca was a lovely kid, very cute and extremely curious which he didn’t mind honestly, kids are like that.

Once they were done with their ice creams, they went to the cashier to pay. He started to pull his wallet out but Bea stopped him saying he shouldn’t worry, he was a guest there too so his money should stay in his wallet. He was about to say it was fine, but her eyes and her little smile being followed by the ‘Please’ just melted him on the spot.  

Bianca was nestled on her aunt’s neck, her little eyes blinking heavily as she was carried to the truck. Rooster opened the passenger door so Jolene entered first, then Beatrice put the little girl on the toddler seat, her head rolling to the side immediately as sleep took over, “She’s out.” her aunt whispered, kissing the top of the little girl’s head before straightening her body so the door could be closed. 

Rooster yet again opened the door for her just so her cheeks would turn red once more, which they did, with Beatrice laughing gently with a quiet thank you leaving her lips. He slid onto the driver’s seat, pulling his sunglasses down while Bea did the same, giving one look through the rearview mirror to see the little girl and the pitbull snoozing close to each other.

There was comfortable silence during the ride back, he didn’t want to turn on the radio and disturb the two in the backseat, so he just took his time to enjoy the sounds around him instead. Bea fiddled with her thumb ring for a bit while her purse sat on her lap, there were no keychains on this one, but he could see the small moon design etched in the middle of the flap.

He didn’t even notice they got to her house already, feeling a pang of disappointment when he did see the loft coming into view. Much like before, he let Bea get her niece out of the seat, unbuckling it one handed to get it out of his car, “You have practice with this.”

She laughs, “I have a lot of nieces and nephews, it’s a force of habit.” Jolene has no leash on her collar now and she’s sitting by the front door. Rooster picks the seat from her hands so she can unlock it while still holding her niece, opening her house so they could come inside. “You can put it on the side.” she gestured to the area next to the window, while slowly taking her niece up the stairs so she’d sleep on her bed.

Rooster took his time to look around the slowly furnished loft, his feet taking him to a collection of photos on the wall. With his hands on his hips, he leaned closer to make sense of what it was, seeing it was a picture of Bea - younger, probably eighteen - in between an older couple that he assumed would be her parents. Her father sort of looked like Robert DeNiro a little bit…he looked up when he heard her footsteps come down, a small smile on her face, “Still asleep?”

“Yes, she’ll be out for a few hours now. So when my brother comes to pick her up there’ll be no fuss.” she hugs herself while approaching him, “I…I just wanted to thank you again, it’s the second time you helped me out when I needed.”

“It’s no problem.”

“Still…” she shrugs trying to find words, “I’m sure you had better things to do than to spend your day with a five years old, her aunt and a dog, eating ice cream.”

He chuckled, “Nah…I liked it. It was fun…my type of entertainment today would’ve been filing paperwork and rewatching Netflix. So it was really cool, I swear.” she didn’t seem to believe him at first, but her smile returned as she whispered a quiet ‘okay’. He stared at her, at those lips just painted strawberry red and had to snap himself out of it before he forgot how to act, “I better go. There’s still paperwork needed to be filed.”

“Oh,oh okay.” she smiles, walking with him to the Bronco after she closed the door. Rooster unlocked his car, opening it enough to lean on it, as if he wanted to say something to her.

“Listen…”

“Yeah?”

“When are your days off?”

“Oh um…” she thought about it, “Sundays, Tuesdays and wednesdays.” he nodded while biting his lower lip in thought, tapping his fingers on the door.

“It’s ‘cause we are doing a barbecue to celebrate Phoenix getting a new place, tomorrow…if you are interested,” he shrugs, watching how her eyebrows lowered and her eyes left his, “It’ll be only us, you know? Me, Coyote, Bob, the gang you already know,Shells said she’s coming too. Maybe Mav if he’s not…busy.” 

“Oh um…okay.” she replies, giving him a smile while folding her hands together, “I-I’d like that. Should I bring anything?” 

He tried to control himself when she said yes, god damn it Phoenix was right, “You can bring some of those nice sandwiches you made us…if you want. There’ll be enough food for everyone after all.”

“I-I’ll see what I can do.” she says with a grin, then bites her lower lip, “Thank you for inviting me…I– thanks.”

“So…I’ll talk to you then?” she nods, stepping back so he could enter the car “Okay. Okay, cool. See you at the Hard Deck.” he gives her one last look before reversing the Bronco, smiling at her only to receive the shy smile back and another wave towards him. 

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So this is a follow up to this drabble that is also cross posted on my ao3 account here

On the anniversary of the tsunami Buck gets a new tattoo. This time Eddie and Christopher go with him.

It's been three months since Eddie all but jumped Buck in the station's changing room, unable to hold back his feels upon seeing his son's drawing on his now boyfriend's skin.

It's funny but in hindsight not all that suprising how well they've transitioned from best friends to lovers. It's not exactly smooth sailing, no relationships ever are but in a way very little has changed. Only more kissing and umm other stuff.

In the week leading up to the first anniversary no one at work has braved speaking of the upcoming event. It's a date that marks a extremely traumatic time for both men, and Bobby - both the station captain being cautious about any potential risk of having the two at work on such a emotionally charged day and Bobby the friend, wanting to allow them time for themselves to - had given the two men the day off.

Neither had protested.

The city of LA still bore the scars of that fateful day in the streets and sidewalks of the most affected areas. In the buildings still under construction and renovation to repair the damage left by the water and debris. As the date drew closer new memorials for the dead and the missing where remade. But LA and it's people were healing. No matter how slow.

 

They're healing too, this little family of three they've created Eddie thinks on the morning of the anniversary as he watches Christopher cheerily eat rice crispies giggling around each mouthful whilst Buck dramatically throws away the toast Eddie burnt and proceeds to make more. It's a scene he's seen almost everyday now for the past couple of months but it hasn't gotten old yet.

Christopher still had nightmares, although they were becoming fewer and further between. He was still going to therapy and had even begun swimming again. In the shallow end clinging to his dad or Buck but it's progress.

Since learning that Buck had gotten a tattoo of his drawing Christopher has steadily been filling the Diaz household with new tattoo designs. Crayons and markers have been worn down to unusable stubs and there probably isn't a shred of paper that hasn't been doodled on.

Eddie doesn't mind, and has found himself perusing the arts and crafts section of the local superstore, Buck in tow for new supplies.

The news Buck getting a tattoo in reminder of surviving the tsunami (and the subsequent upheaval of the lawsuit, Eddie's fight club drama and the actual work of just dealing with it all) came during the billionth rewatch of Finding Dory with Buck confiding to Eddie in a low voice as not to disturb Christopher who was lodged between them fast asleep on the sofa, that he was thinking of asking Christopher to draw it.

Of course Christopher took to the task with all the enthusiasm a nine year old could muster- which was a lot.

He and Christopher had spent several nights after dinner huddled around the coffee table surrounded by paper and crayons working on it.

The end result wasn't anything elaborate or big - in keeping with the rest of Buck's tattoos.

Buck had also suggested that they made a day of going to the tattoo parlor on the tsunami's anniversary, to replace a bad memory with a good one.

Christopher finishes with his cereal, he rinses out the bowl as Eddie's taught him before hurrying off to get ready for their outing. Both Buck and Eddie where already dressed, Buck looking over the final design fondly as they wait in the lounge.

The design was three small fishes swimming in a wave.

There's been around ten different versions before now, but Christopher has become somewhat of a perfectionist and had deemed each preceding "not right" and thrown away.

Christopher has been telling everyone, friends, family, school teachers, random strangers in the street, everybody, that he's going to be a tattoo artist when he grows up.

Secretly Eddie worries that Chris will be heartbroken if this latest career dream doesn't pan out, although Christopher is likely to change his mind soon enough. He is nine after all and it's less frightening than his kid wanting to be a firefighter or astronaut. The thought of his little boy millions of miles away in outer space - nope not happening, no way.

Christopher's dexterity is good for a child his age with CP, his handwriting is improving and his art - though Eddie is definitely basis - is great for someone his age. Who knows. Maybe.

Christopher emerges from his room a suspiciously full backpack slung over his shoulder. Buck takes it from him and peers inside. When he shows the contents to Eddie, he can't help but laugh. Christopher has crammed a box of crayons, a paper pad, several power rangers and a couple of handfuls of Lego in side.

Buck slips the folded design inside before scooping up Christopher to carry him to Eddie's truck.

Eddie follows locking up behind him.

The drive to the tattoo parlor is a short one - well short for LA, only a little traffic since the morning rush hour has long since died - they arrive twenty minutes before the booked appointment, Christopher audibly excited as the truck pulls up.

The parlor is situated between a fancy free weight gym and a organic vegan coffee shop, it's larger than Eddie expected, there's a huge mural of flowers and birds in mixed styles reaching out over the shop front.

Glass doors lead into a spacious waiting area with a floor to ceiling shelving unit decorated with action figures and retro toys acting as a divider between said area and the actual work space.

Christopher drags his dad over to the shelves for a closer look whilst Buck confirms his appointment with the cheery receptionist a young guy with a purple mohawk and tattoos on every exposed bit of skin besides his face, he introduces himself as Luka and directs them to the couch to wait on before hurrying off to fetch their artist.

Both Buck and Christopher are practically vibrating in excitement. It's cute Eddie thinks as he ruffles his son's curls.

Chris has got the design stored in his backpack along with his latest sketchbook and some crayons to keep himself entertained. The little boy rummages through his bag whilst they wait, occasionally shoving unwanted items into Buck's waiting hands until Chris triumphantly pulls out his drawing.

"Is this the famous Christopher?" A lilting voice calls out. The owner, a short women probably in her mid-forties, the visible skin of her arms and legs adored with flowers and Disney characters, comes into view around the dividing wall.

She hurried over hugging Buck before turning to Eddie, hand out in greeting, they shake hands quickly. "I'm Mara, you must be Eddie, and you must be Christopher."

She shakes Chris hand too making him giggle.

"Well let's get this show on the road."

Lead into the main shop, Eddie looks over the room, more tattoo inspired murals cover the walls, one of which has a large flat screen TV hanging from it. There are three workstations with cushioned benches, wheeled stools and a desks. One station is already occupied, the burring of an ink gun travels the room.

Mara's station is already partly prepped, the bench and it's adjoining rests wrapped in plastic, several ink bottles line up along the desk. As she sets up her equipment Mara explains each step to Eddie, Buck and Christopher, although Eddie notes that she's directing the conversation to his son. Chris is utterly enraptured by it asking questions and peering closer.

Buck sits down on the bench rolling up his t-shirt sleeve to his shoulder. Eddie takes a seat on one of the free chairs, beside it, laying a hand on his boyfriend's thigh. Christopher comes over and Eddie picks him up to set Chris on his knees.

Christopher's backpack and crutches are leant against the leg of the second chair out of the way.

Mara demonstrates to Christopher how his drawing is printed on to a transfer sheet, " Like the temporary tattoos you can get with sweets,"  she explains, " it'll let me trace the design with my gun so it'll match perfectly with your drawing."

Mara, sitting on her stool, scoots up the side of the bench to were Buck is waiting.

"Okay Christopher now I'm going to wipe Buck's arm.." Buck makes a face at Chris as Mara does so causing the little boy to laugh.

"...where the tattoo will go so that the skin is all nice and clean and then we press the transfer paper on like so.."

The transfer paper is pressed to the inside of Buck's right bicep, Mara rubbing the paper to get it to stick down smoothly.

"Hold that there sweetie." She tells Buck as she moves to ready the ink gun with the first needle before turning back to Buck and starts removing the transfer.

"Now we peel it back and the design should now be on Buck's arm." Mara explains shooting a grin at Eddie and Christopher.

It looks really good already" Christopher chimes as the design comes into view.

"Sure does buddy." Buck agrees flexing his bicep like an old fashioned boxer, Eddie rolled his eyes, good god he loves this dork.

There's a part of Eddie that is still scared by how much love he feels for the man in front of him. Scared by how deeply that love has rooted it's way into his heart.

Eddie has had only three great loves in his life, Shannon, Christopher and now Buck. And each love is very different. Shannon was his first love, a highschool sweetheart turned wife and mother of his child. Despite their estrangement, their fumbled reconciliation and her untimely death that love still lives, though it no longer romantic in nature. A nostalgic love, a remorseful love but still love all the same.

His love for Christopher is all consuming. It is fierce and unbreakable. The love of a parent, wildly protective and proud. A love that for a long time was the only real thing Eddie felt he could show the world. Not just another role to play. Another title add to the list, like dutiful son, loving husband, war hero veteran, firefighter etc, etc.

His love for Buck grew out of the kind of friendship Eddie hadn't had since childhood, an easy friendship (despite the rocky start) that filled in the cracks left by Shannon's abandonment, his parents disapproval, the stress of single parenthood.

It grew as Buck began nudging his way into the life Eddie and Christopher were building in LA.

It grew from Buck introducing him to the godsend that is Carla Price. It grew from the endless random trivia Buck spouted. It grew from their seamless partnership on calls, from joking around with their friends.

Most importantly it grew from Bucks devotion to Christopher, his ability to work out ways to make that little boy laugh, to work out ways to help Chris do the things other kids could do. To have Christmas with his dad despite work. From Buck's sheer desperation to find and protect Christopher during the tsunami to his utter relief he was found alive and unharmed. The fact he loves Christopher so much he didn't think twice about getting a tattoo of a silly little doodle just because.

Eddie thinks of this love as Buck holds his arm still whilst another of Chris' drawings is permanently etched into his skin.

All in all the whole tattooing process doesn't take long given the size and simplicity.

Christopher has charmed Mara and her fellow colleagues who come over to say hi and is reaping the benefits of being a cute nine year old as the adults scramble to accommodate his every whim from choosing what to watch on the TV to being set up at a spare desk to draw when he gets bored to getting a chocolate milkshake from the café next door when the parlor's intern goes on a coffee run.

Eddie hopes Chris will never use his cuteness for evil but doesn't protest the spoiling.

Buck turns out to be terrible at sitting for a tattoo. He fidgets and winces. Makes faces and keeps nearly distracting Mara with random questions and jokes.

But Mara is clearly used to this, barely batting an eye and steadily working on.

When the last of the ink is applied and the the excess is wipe away she gives them a chance to look over the work.

It looks good even as the skin starts to redden, Buck is grinning from ear to ear.

"Pretty great huh Chris"

"Yuh huh." Christopher nods excitedly as he scrambles in for a closer look, hand reaching out to poke at it.

"Does it hurt?"

"It does if you poke it buddy." Christopher jerks his hand back.

"Sorry."

Buck laughs and pulls Christopher into a one armed hug, he looks over the boy's head and gestures to Eddie who moves to join in as Mara comes back to finish wrapping up Bucks arm.

She gives him a well rehearsed run down of after care, joking that she knows Buck knows what to do but that she also knows with his luck it's best to be on the safe side.

By the time Christopher's things are cleared away back into his backpack, buck has already paid.

Christopher shuffles shyly up to Mara and hands her a bit of paper. It's a drawing of a tattoo gun, a bit wobbly but clearly it's meant to be a tattoo gun.

Eddie watches as the woman smiles, a little teary eyed and thanks his son proclaiming the drawing will have to be hung up somewhere in the shop.

Christopher preens.

The day's still young as the trio get back into the car, Buck suggests getting some ice cream which Christopher enthusiastically agrees. Eddie knows that ice cream on top of a chocolate milkshake will mean trouble come bed time. But how can he resist the double whammy of both Christopher and Buck's pleading eyes.

They'll be the death of him for sure.

But Eddie doesn't mind.

Today maybe the anniversary of one of the worst days of their lives, but so far it's been pretty great.

So they go and get ice cream. Christopher will make a monstrousitity of chocolate, whipped cream, sprinkles and gummy bears he won't be able to finish. But will get brain freeze from eating his too quickly and will pester Eddie for kisses to make it better. Eddie will pretend to be annoyed but secretly enjoy his boyfriend's silliness.

Today will officially become a cheat day when Buck orders from their favourite Chinese restaurant too tired to cook after running around the backyard with Chris for hours after they get home.

And when Christopher has finally crashed and has been tucked into bed Eddie will grab a couple of beers and they'll sit and watch nonsense on TV.

It'll have been a good day, better than expected but nothing majorly special. Just the three of them, together happy and healthy and whole.

And if Eddie is honest he can't imagine anything better.

Tagging @evaneddie I finally posted yay!

[thehiddenlawyer]

Queen Ink - siriuslyhiddenlawyer - British Actor RPF [Archive of Our Own]

Queen Ink

iight y’all.

So a few weeks (days? can’t remember) I had a dream with a BC that looked and sounded like BC but wasn’t? It was an intriguing idea, got me thinking about an AU where he didn’t become the absolutely fabulous actor he is and chose a different life. 

Queen Ink is the result of my over active imagination getting the best of me, and being encouraged by @sobeautifullyobsessed to put this out there cuz she’s awesome and think it’s worth sharing. 

This is set in 2012, in an alternative universe, with a dude that sounds/looks/talks like BC, even has his name.

This was written with all due respect to BC, his family, his body of work and in absolute aw of his integrity. This is just a senseless bit of fun.

Enjoy the following glimpse of it! 

It’s available in its entirety on Ao3

She took her drink from the bar, the amber liquid slowly warming everything it touched as she continued watching the fascinating singer, watched the way the crowd in front of the stage screamed for him, watched how he interacted with them, the ferocious intensity on his face breaking for a smile that lit his entire being. She watched them until they finished their set, the singer declaring, “I’m Ben and these are the Cumbers! Thank you!” turning her back on the stage only after the singer had leapt off it in a lithe movement, wiping his face with a towel he was given.            

He came to stand next to her at the bar, panting slightly as he was pressed against her, ordering a gin and tonic from the bartender. She glanced up at him with a smile she hadn’t planned on gifting him, “you’re really good,” she told him, and he somehow heard her over the din. When he turned to look at her, she barely managed to contain her gasp. God, his eyes were beautiful, he was beautiful…She didn’t use that word lightly to describe anyone, men or women. It was a word she usually reserved for the beauty that appeared naturally, a sunset, a sunrise, a flower in the desert, a redwood that grew right across the Golden Gate Bridge. But this man was truly beautiful, a work of art that was capable of speech with eyes that she knew no artist could create.          

“Thank you!” he smiled and she frowned slightly, wondering if she’d imagined the accent.            

“That song about the desert and spring, asking for rain, that was gorgeous! Who wrote it?” she asked, wanting to keep him talking to see if she’d actually heard the accent, to hear that wonderful baritone speaking.            

He grinned, and she watched his perfect, angular jaw melt into multiple chins, brightening his every feature, making him blinding, “that would be yours truly,” he grinned, wiping his face again and she wished he didn’t, the sweat making him glow, made her think about licking it away instead of that towel wiping it so callously.            

“You’re British,” she laughed her surprise.          

Raising an eyebrow, she watched him thank the bartender with a nod, taking a healthy gulp of his drink, her eyes tracing the way his throat worked when he swallowed the liquid. He had a long elegant throat that drew her attention. A bit of a vampire with her kink for necks, she wasn’t surprised that she couldn’t stop staring at the long column in alabaster, “London, born and bred,” he said, leaning an elbow against the bar, the corner of his exquisite mouth lifting in a smile, “why the surprise?” “I couldn’t hear your accent when you were singing,” she answered, and didn’t realize she was leaning towards him until she felt his breath fluttering her hair, “you sing beautifully, by the way,” she grinned, charmed by the lisp that had made his singing feel more vivid.            

“Thanks love,” he winked at her, that multiple chinned smile returning, “I’m Ben by the way.”            

She shook his hand, noticing how big his hands were, how long and elegant his fingers were, a musician’s hands that engulfed hers, “Dez.”            

“Dez?” he lifted a brow, pursing his lips, “what’s it short for?”            

She laughed, taking a sip of her whiskey but knew the warmth she felt spreading through her had absolutely nothing with her drink, “I usually like making people guess, more fun that way.”            

“Ah!” he tilted his head, narrowing his extraordinary eyes and she tried to think how she would describe them if she had to. They were slanted upwards, an almond shape but catlike somehow with thick brows, long eyelashes that cast shadows and their color…a swirl of every imaginable hue of green and blue, literally swirling together with a brown spot in the eddy of his right eye. “Desdemona,” he murmured.            

“Wow!” she laughed, “no one’s ever guessed it on the first try, hell, even on the fourth! This is a first.”            

He laughed heartily, winking at her, “I figured your name had to match your beauty, beautiful enough to drive any man mad with jealousy, like Desdemona did.”            

“As far as pick up lines go B, that’s a damned good one,” she smiled, “what’s Ben stand for then? Benjamin?”            

He shook his head with an easy grin, “Benedict,” he told her, “Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch, at your service love.”            

“That’s a mouthful,” she was pressed completely against him now, turned sideways on the stool and he spread his legs, straddling her legs comfortably. She usually didn’t like this much contact with a stranger, but he was too beautiful to refuse. She let go of all the reservations she would usually have, let go of the doubts that usually flourished when she was chatted up by a sexy stranger in a bar. “The Cumbers!” she giggled when it finally clicked.            

“Clever, isn’t it,” he laughed, “I don’t mean to be rude or disrespectful Desdemona, but I have to tell you,” he looked down at her leg, “that is an extraordinary tattoo you have. I mean, not that the ones on your arm aren’t worth my praise but your leg...”            

She laughed slightly, straightening her leg and drawing her short skirt as high as she could without flashing her pussy. The tail of the peacock was massive and colorful, lifelike as it flowed down from her thigh, the last feather touching her knee. “It’s my favorite piece too,” she murmured, watching the way his fingers ghosted over her skin, tracing the feathers but not touching her skin. She smiled at his politeness, biting her lip as she thought about how many people usually just decided they could touch it without bothering to ask if they could.            “Extraordinary,” he murmured, and she caught something in his eyes when he glanced up at her, “dare I ask where the rest of her is?”          

“You may dare,” she grinned.