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milkman-zahhak · 6 months ago

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OC ref sheet + slightly better writing/fic

-> Part 1 Part 2 (prequel to part 1) (think of it like a flashback scene, seen as Leo and Cal drift asleep in part 1) Part 3 (sequel to part 1)

Made a visual for those OCs I made, attempting to flesh them out a bit. The art is messy, the anatomy is wack, I know.. I just wanted to get the basic info out there. Anyways, here's a different (hopefully better) story.

And as usual, WARNING, THIS IS A KINK POST, A FETISH POST. IT WILL CONTAIN FETISH CONTENT, SUCH AS BELLIES FULL OF FOOD AND WHATNOT, CHECK THE TAGS FOR THE WHOLE RUNDOWN.

Brief overview: The first character is a college boy named Cal. He's naturally thin, he doesn't overeat very often. And maybe that's for the better because he's lactose intolerant and has a sensitive stomach, prone to bloating. He's shy and antisocial, but has a very close friend named Leo who is his roommate. Leo secretly has.. well, a "thing" for bloated tummies and things of the like.. he would never push this onto anyone, much less ADMIT it. Cal has grown comfortable around Leo over the years, even though he's usually very self-consious and shy, he trusts Leo and is willing to open up to him more. ----------

It was a boring day off of work for Cal. He had no plans nor any means to act out any plans he might have. Not to mention nothing to snack on, and Cal wasn't about to make himself a whole meal. He was counting down the minutes until his roommate Leo came home from work, hanging out with Leo was always fun for him. Eventually, it was about 30 minutes past the time he expected Leo to return.

"Im so boooorreeeed…" Cal mumbles. But as soon as the words leave his lips, the door slams open. He turns around to see Leo and brightens up immediately. Leo informs him that hes sorry for being late, he won some gift cards to the local pizza place in a raffle at work and used them all at once. "I thought i might as well use 'em before I lose 'em. Or forget about them. Theres a bunch, so we can share!" Leo tries to cheer Cal up as he brings the pizza boxes to the little coffee table in the living room. Cal follows Leo to the pizza to grab a slice. "I've been so bored out of my mind all day, and hungry too. This is gonna be so kickass, huh?" Leo chuckled "Yup! Just us chilling all night. We can watch movies too, let me get one ready." Cal leans back, "hell yeah! Ok, choose something silly and fun."

Cal watches from the kitchen as Leo boots up youtube on the TV in the living room "Dude, something else please. Leo frowns, questioning "aww, not y-" Cal interrupts "NOT youtube documentaries about lost media or unsuccessful video game film adaptations, God dammit! That's all we watched last time.. don't you have any actual movies?"

Leo gets up and looks through a box of physical media he has, most of which are youtube series he's burnt onto DVDs, until he finds an actual movie "Uh. Umm. I've got one of the original copies of the Postal 2007 movie on dvd?.."

Cal sighs, giving up on being able to chose a normal movie "...Yeah, sure. Zach Ward really carried that dumpster fire"

Cal leans forward over the kitchen table to pluck a slice from the box, the stringy cheese stretching and tearing. "I could go for some soda, too," he murmurs, and Leo springs to his feet, nodding "Good call. I'll grab some." As he heads for the fridge, Cal takes an excited bite and settles back. He's practically inhaling the slice at this point, almost choking on the huge bite he took as he does so. Leo hears him cough and laughs, "God damn, Cal, chill. There's plenty of pizza, haha. It's not gonna run away from you."

Cal rolls his eyes "yeah, thanks for the advice." He takes another big bite and speaks as he chews "you have no idea how hungry I've been all day. I swear I could eat all of this pizza by myself if I could!" Cal was obviously joking and exaggerating, but Leo blushed imagining such a scenario… he shook away the thoughts quickly. He doesn't want to make Cal feel uncomfortable, he doesn't know about Leo's fetish, and Leo felt guilty for thinking of his friend as the unaware center of his fantasies. Leo's cheeks burn as he returns to the living room with the sodas. Cal had grabbed a second slice by then, but was struggling to keep up with his conversation between bites. The pizza pretty much disappeared before his eyes.

He must be starving, Leo thought.

Leo places the sodas on the coffee table within arm's reach and flops down onto the living room floor, propping his back up against the couch. His eyes scan Cal's body thoughtfully from across the apartment, but he remains silent. Cal is oblivious to Leo's silent admiration, focused solely on demolishing the pizza. In just a minute, he finishes his second slice and reaches for a third. Leo is putting the DVD in when he remembers he needs to eat too "Oh, wait let me grab a plate".

Leo walks into the kitchen to see Cal still at the kitchen table scarfing down pizza, his hands come away greasy and covered with sauce. He doesn't care. He devours the fourth slice like he's had no food in days. Leo playfully hits Cal on the shoulder, "cmon, man save some for me.. and don't eat it in here. I wanna watch the movie! Here, we can even bring the pizza boxes in there too." Leo meant that they should move to the living room after Cal finished his slice, but as Cal agrees and gets up, he shoves the whole slice into his mouth at once as they carried pizza boxes into the living room.

They settled down for the movie. Leo reached for a slice of pizza and realized quickly that it was already half gone. Cal had eaten maybe 4 slices already. He looks over to see how Cal managed to pack it all away when he realized he couldn't see his belly. Cal was wearing a loose zip-up sweatshirt and it gave nothing away.

The two watched the movie, eventually the first box was finished. Leo's eyes drifted back and forth between the TV and Cal. He can't help himself. Cal is too damn irresistible. The way he devoured that pizza—no shame, no second thought. Cal rarely even took a moment to breathe.. And there must be a reason Leo can't see his belly when he's been gorging himself, right? Cal's belly must be distended and swollen beneath that sweatshirt. His jeans must be so tight right now… Leo internally scolds himself after looking down and realizing it was in fact HIS pants – not Cal's – that were tight, albeit not because of his stomach.

He really shouldn't be thinking of Cal like this, Cal doesn't know what this is doing to Leo, he's not doing anything on purpose. Leo tries to shake these intrusive thoughts. He glances at Cal for a moment and finds him staring right back, mouth full of pizza. "Hey man, you good?" Leo tilted his head "What? Yeah, why?". Cal shrugs. "I dunno, I asked you if you thought Uwe Boll ever actually played Postal himself or not.. And you just were kinda staring off into space.." Leo blushes "oh, haha my bad, I think I just zoned out.."

Shit

Leo continued, "..Sorry, I get pretty engrossed in movies and stuff sometimes, you know?"

Cal grins bashfully and takes a big bite of whichever slice he was on now "Ah, well, I tend to talk over 'em a lot, so..." Leo waves him off, "Nah, Cal, don't apologize. I like hearing the shit you have to say about movies. Makes it more interesting." Cal grins and turns back to the screen, his eyes fixated on the television in front of him as he grabs the last slice in the third box, dropping the empty box to the floor. "Dude this pizza is soooo good. Im like, full, but I can't stop eating it."

Leo almost wishes Cal knew how he felt about these kinds of subjects so he wouldn't be so open about it, but how do you begin to tell your friend "hey this normal thing? It actually gets me rock hard, so unless you're trying to encourage that, maybe we could change the subject from you stuffing your belly with unhinged amounts of pizza, thanks". Leo takes the few seconds that Cal has his focus on the movie as an opportunity to gaze again at his now noticeably distended belly beneath his sweatshirt. The fabric is stretched taut, and tauter by the minute. His posture slowly changing as more and more pizza filled up his gut and weighed it down. His belly must be huge right now. Is there any way the shirt could hide it for much longer? Leo wondered.

The movie is almost over. Cal leans back in his seat, subtly sneaking his hand beneath his sweatshirt to try and sneakily rub his belly. He quickly stops as if trying to hide his discomfort. Maybe he's embarrassed? Leo tries not to think about it until during a quiet moment in the movie he hears a "grrgrgrrrrrrrrlllllee….." from beside him. "Woah Cal was that you?". Cal grins "yup, I think I'm *hic* getting full." Oh god. Leo was practically throbbing.

"O-oh, haha yeah I bet. You ate like 3 boxes right?" Cal looks at Leo like he's crazy for a moment before looking down at the empty boxes on the floor "no way, I only… I.. hm. Fuck, I guess I did!" Leo sees a flash of regret and fear on Cal's face for a split second before his fun attitude came back "I wasn't paying attention to the food, I was just eating while I watched the movie.." there were a few moments of silence. Cal's belly grumbles loudly again, interrupting the silence. His face is slightly flushed as he tries to hide how full he's getting from the pizza. He rubs his arm with nervous energy. "Man do you think we could crank down the heat a bit? I'm kinda hot" Leo nods and gets up, turning down a dial on the thermostat. As Leo is in the other room, Cal lets out a small burp into his fist and continues to rub his belly. Leo definitely heard it, but he wasn't gonna bring it up since Cal seemed to be trying to hide it anyways.

Back in his seat on the couch now, Leo shifts his legs and glances at his friend out of curiosity. Cal is still watching the movie, but Leo can hear his tummy churning as it tries to digest copious amounts of free pizza. He also hears Cal swallowing down burps as they rumbled up his throat. Maybe Cal thought that Leo couldn't hear these things, because he stayed outwardly confident and continued to act like he wasn't very full at all. Cal's belly rumbles loudly again, loudly enough that theres no denying what the sound was. "damn, haha" he plays it off casually before hiccuping, swallowing air as he did so and accidentally belching at the end. "hic-uRP-" his eyes widen. Leo is glad the lights are dim because hes sure that his face is probably red as a tomato right now.

"Sorry," Cal says "I guess I got a little carried away" He rubs his belly again not hiding it very well anymore, it's distended just above his belt, stretching the fabric as he stretches out on the couch. After a few moments, Cal shifts slightly, as if he's trying to find a comfortable position to relax. The movement does nothing but draw his sweatshirt tighter around his bulging belly as he leans back. The pressure is obviously becoming uncomfortable for Cal, he can't help but give a soft groan as he feels the distension of his gut. Leo looks away for a second as he feels his eyes almost roll back in his head. This CAN'T be real life. He turns back and takes a deep breath. He shouldn't be here, he feels bad. Cal is unintentionally acting out some of Leo's deepest fantasies and he doesn't even KNOW he's doing it..

Eventually the movie ended and the credits rolled. Leo yawned, it was getting late. They could probably just crash here on the couch and sleep like they usually do. Conversation continues as normal, both the boys winding down as they prepare to sleep soon. Another burp rumbles up Cal's throat and it's a wonder he can even keep up the facade. This happens a few more times before eventually, an especially forceful belch broke the barrier of silence.

"…. .. brUUUUUUURHP-Urp… urp…" Leo's head spun around, both boys' eyes were wide in shock. Leo tried to lighten the mood, he knew his friend seemed uncomfortable about letting on that he had overindulged, so Leo followed Cal's demeanor and decided to also play it cool.

Leo scrambled to think of what a normal person who isn't aroused by bloated belly aches would say in this situation. "Damn that was a big one haha, sick!"

Cal avoided eye contact and forced a small laugh "Ha, you know it… sorry though for real, that was gross of me" Leo tries to reassure him without making it obvious that he is MORE than okay with what's going on. "Dont worry about it, you're so self conscious about so many things that really aren't that big of a deal. I promise, I don't find you annoying or gross." Cal stayed silent, appearing to be studying Leo's face before sighing and sitting up slightly "Can I… be honest with you?"

Leo tries not to laugh "Dude, you can ALWAYS be honest with me, you're my best friend!"

Cal opened his mouth to speak before grimmacing as a loud airy gurgle broke the silence, followed by an involuntary soft and equally as airy burp… "I- *uuuorp*, god, my stomach is so full." He brought one other hand to the top his stomach and the other to the bottom, holding it with both hands weakly, unable to find the strength to hide it anymore "Leo, I'm not really fine, my stomach actually hurts really bad and I didnt *hic* I didn't wanna fuck up movie night so I didnt say anything." He quickly blurts out. That gets Leo's attention.

Leo is frozen for a moment, staring at Cal's tummy, bulging beneath his sweatshirt, creating a huge bump as if he were hiding a basketball underneath it. It was a wonder that his sweatshirt wasn't tearing apart from the seams. In fact, it looked like it was about to. Even with the dim light and the position he's in, it's almost impossible to hide it.

"Cal.." Leo's voice almost cracks. "You didn't ruin movie night, I don't think you could if you tried. I like hanging out with you and I like you for who you are, I don't want you to feel scared to tell me things and I'm sorry if I did anything to make you feel that way-" Cal cuts him off "no, no, it's not you.. urgh.." he paused as an overstuffed rumble made its way up his throat, he went to release it as a burp, but it got stuck in his throat. "*sigh*… it's me, I don't wanna get into it but I promise you, there's something personal about me and it's my own thing to deal with, sorry if I came off as apprehensive or unusual about it, I'm just stubborn.."

Leo put his hand on Cal's shoulder. That's what friends do, right? He assured him "Man.. As long as you're happy."

The mood seems to have lifted after that little talk. Cal sighed out loud "*sighh* but for real my stomach hurts so bad, it feels like I'm being stabbed in the gut!" He said as he slowly rubbed back and forth on the upper curve of the bloated mass in his lap covered by his sweatshirt. Churning could be heard as well as bubbles in the back of Cal's throat just barely making it up before getting stuck. Cal groaned under his breath. Leo tries to contain his own excitement at the situation. He doesn't know how long he can keep his cool if Cal keeps making sounds like that.

Another quiet moment between the boys, their conversation drifting to a stop. Leo's attention is entirely directed at Cal's body, specifically his ever inflating abdomen. He could see the pressure taking a toll on Cal. The sweatshirt was getting hard to keep down as the tightness and heaviness of the distended flesh pressed on his lap. Cal tries his best to relax for the time being, not able to do anything about his situation at the moment. The sweatshirt's fabric continues to be stretched, but still it can't hide the growing bulge of stomach.

"G-god it hurts.. fuck…" Cal suddenly whispered under his breath, breaking the verbal silence. "Leo, I can't sleep, I feel sick.." Leo had long since pulled his shirt down to cover his own crotch, he was past the point of no return and had nothing left to do but hide his shame, and his main goal now was to either relieve himself or stop being horny, and one of those was near impossible in this situation. The other coming naturally.

He still tried to give helpful advice though, "Dude, it's probably the gas. You're probably bloated from all the cheese, not to mention the stuffed crust. You just gotta get the gas out"

Cal raises an eyebrow "how? I don't know how to burp on command, and I can't seem to get anything up.." Leo rolls his eyes and resists face-palming, "You.. by rubbing your stomach? Do you need me to do it for you?" He teased playfully. Cal leaned back, "oohg.. if you're offering, go ahead.." Leo's heart practically jumped into his throat as Cal gave him permission to touch his stomach. "Really?" Cal gives him a genuine nod. Leo got up onto the couch and moved behind the other boy, his hand going from Cal's shoulder to the front of the bulging sweatshirt, his fingers lightly pressing onto Cal's belly. He was immediately greeted with a low, loud rumbling that was probably from all the pizza, cheese, and soda, as well as the gas that had been accumulating throughout the night. He could feel the vibrations even through Cal's sweatshirt and undershirt "Holy shit, dude. You really are bloated". Cal's body shook and his voice trembled "Y-*..grrrr* oulgh.. yeah I usually never eat that much. I don't know how I even fit all that in me." The noises and vibrations sent a shiver down Leo's spine. Cal was almost like a giant, fleshy drum that he could feel vibrate when he touched it. He pressed his hands onto it again, but this time he gently rubbed circles into Cal's gut, listening to the rumblings as he did so.

The sensation and the noises made him euphoric. Cal suddenly spoke up "Hey I don't want to be weird or anything but are you like, into this?" Leo's heart sank and he felt his life flash before his eyes, his hands lifting up off of Cal's belly as he froze in place. "Wh… uh. What."

Cal repeated himself "like, are you into this?" Leo doesn't know what to say. How did Cal even know? Was he being too eager, too straightforward? He knew he shouldn't have actually offered a belly rub, surely Cal was just exaggerating when he made the offer. "I'm.. what made you think that?" Cal exhaled out of his nose jovially "because I can feel your boner on my back dude." Leo's eyebrows furrowed ashamedly, he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Cal noticed and quickly added "It's okay if you are! I just.. I wanna know and make sure that's the case because I.. uh" Leo didn't dare look up but his ears honed in on what Cal said as he continued to speak "..I am."

Leo let out a deep sigh and leaned on Cal, resting his head on his shoulder "ohthankgod… Well in that case, yeah. Uh. Was it.. really that obvious?" Cal shook his head "Not really, I was actually really worried that I was the one going over the top by using this as an opportunity to stuff myself silly, I wanted to take advantage, since it's not like we have a surplus of food to be eating on the regular." Leo lifted his head "That's kinda clever. Yeah, you went apeshit on those pizzas, how many did I bring, 4? There's only one box left and there's already half a slice eaten from it."

Cal groans, the thought of food making his stomach churn even louder. Leo put his hands back on Cal's stomach and continued to rub it again. Cal suddenly tensed up and made a painful, scrunched up face, Leo could feel a particular pocket of air beneath his hands and massaged the side of Cal's hard distended tummy. Cal began to groan before he was cut off by a huge belch that sounded like the damned and digested souls of every pizza slice he's shoved into his gut. "Ugh-hUUUUUUURRRRP..'' There was a small moment of silence from everyone and everything including Cal's raunchy belly before everything shifted back into gear. Leo had to look down and check to make sure he didn't cream his jeans.

Cal let out a relieved sigh "oh Jesus dude, that helped a lot" he sounded thankful as he took another deep breath. Leo felt a sudden surge of confidence after giving such successful belly rubs, he'd never done this before! He wasn't sure this was real life. If it was a dream he didnt ever wanna wake up.

His hand kept moving, circling and rubbing across Cal's bloated midsection, the soft fabric of his sweatshirt stretched over his stomach felt almost like a nice soft stress ball to Leo… more like a dollar store stress ball made of hard foam that's near impossible to squeeze comfortably, so you mostly just hold it and caress it. Except Cal's belly wasn't made of cheap foam, and was safely confined within his clothes. His very tight clothes. Every now and then his fingers would graze lightly against the bloated boy's chest when he would rub a bit higher up, drawing soft gasps from Cal. The sweatshirt was baggy but it wasn't all that thick, Leo could swear he felt Cal's nipples, now hard, through the layers of fabric after accidentally brushing past the area a few minutes in.

Leo didn't say anything, there was really nothing he felt he needed to say. He just kept rubbing and listening to Cal's belly gurgle and his occasional burping- none rivaled that first one though.

Leo eventually began to think aloud "So now that everything's all out in the open, I'm kinda curious, if you're okay with sharing.. uh. What do you specifically.. enjoy?" Cal leaned his head back slightly, shifting the rest of his body closer to the boy behind him in the process "honestly I just like to indulge once in a while. I- *urrrp* ah.. 'scuse me, I'm not a health freak or anything but I like keeping a slim figure and eating healthy. Mostly 'cause even small amounts of junk food upset my stomach. Not to mention my favorite junk foods usually contain dairy, and I'm lactose intolerant. So if I ate like this every day I would probably spend all my free time in pain anyways." Leo nodded sympathetically, "Yeah that sucks, man". Cal continued "s'not all that bad, it would just be really inconvenient. That's why I only go all out like this on special occasions, a few times a year."

Leo hummed and continued to rub in a circular motion across Cal's belly "Makes sense. So.. are you just enjoying yourself now or is there anything else you're uh, 'into'?" Cal let out a small groan as Leo's hand brushed against his chest again "ghh-*buhurrrp*.. mm.. I don't think so. I can't think of any better way to go about satisfying my cravings. I like to feel full every now and then, push my limits and see how far I can go. I usually get full after eating even just small amounts, but I've found that if I keep going beyond and just continue eating anyways, I can actually pack away a whole lot more before my body starts to stop just hurting and starts physically rejecting and ejecting it" he hiccuped after he spoke and giggled before finishing his sentence "..so I'm just kinda relaxing right now.. and.. the company is nice too." he added in with a small smile. "Why, what about you? You into anything else?"

Leo was still shocked that his friend happened to not only accept his freaky fetish, but SHARE it, he didn't want to move things too fast or sound too eager.. but Cal basically admitted his secrets for him just now, and Leo feels like Cal deserves the same honesty from him. "Well.. I'm into people doing what you do. I'm not really into it when it's my own stomach or anything for some reason, but I don't really mind. I wouldn't really be opposed to it, I think I'm just more into… experiencing it uh, secondhand?" Leo, lost in thought, pressed down harder than usual for a second as he rubbed, Cal let out a muffled burp into his fist "*grrrrph*.. no, that makes sense, I get it."

Leo, feeling more grounded and comfortable, added onto his explanation "I've never done anything about it before, but I.. fantasize.. a lot, and I'm really into the idea of feeding y- someone. Like being the one to help you push your limits." Leo felt a tingle run down his spine as he finally admitted his fantasies out loud, he felt Cal sit up a little bit. Worried that maybe that freaked him out he added "Sorry if that's too weird.."

Cal laughed, then sat up completely, beginning to speak before the air that had been trapped rushed up as he sat straighter, "*BUUURP* agh, phew! It's okay, Leo, that's hot". Leo blinked. Very blunt... but he wasn't complaining.

Cal put his own hands on his stomach, feeling it for himself before looking back up at Leo "I'm still super full, but my tummy doesn't feel like it's being stabbed anymore! Like, I don't feel as full anymore!" Leo smirked "It's cause I burped you like a little baby"

Cal shoved Leo lightly "Oh c'mon, you loved it! Hey, there's still some pizza left right? We could do your feeding thing!" Leo's face brightened but he hesitated to accept the offer. "I mean, we could always do this another time. I could wait however long you want until you're ready to dedicate a night to this, besides, aren't you really full?" Cal technically was full, his stomach had stopped churning as hard and thus wasn't in as much pain at the moment, but that just meant the food was sitting in his stomach undigested.

Cal's expression stayed the same as he answered unexpectedly confidently, "But I'm less full now! It hurt earlier, but I wasn't really at my limit!" Leo was skeptical "You sounded like you were gonna projectile vomit on the carpet earlier if I hadn't rubbed your belly" Cal scoffs, "No, I was just psyched out! I was caught off guard 'cause you were here with me and I didn't know if I would have been freaking you out or not. Really, I've been doing this for years" Leo stood up and sighed "If you say so 'mr professionally licensed glutton', but I'm new to doing any of this and I really don't want to push you too far and have to clean up undigested pizza out of the carpet. At least not tonight."

Cal shrugs. "I'll be fine, at least this time. I promise." Leo looked unsure, but in the end he sat down behind Cal again and started to slowly rub his hands over the mass of Cal's distended midsection once again.

Truthfully, Cal was still pretty sensitive, and the light brush of Leo's hands felt like a very comfortable massage. "Alright, Cal. I'll do this, but I want you to tell me if it's getting uncomfortable, and we can stop. Don't make me feed you until you puke, that's gross". Cal chuckled, "I won't puke if you make sure to rub my tummy!" Leo sighed as he got up to grab the last box of pizza. "Alright but I'm grabbing the trash can just in case. Get comfy, Cal".

Cal held his still quite full belly, realizing now just how bloated he was, how his sweatshirt stretched to fit over his overstuffed stomach. He carried its weight in his hands as he shifted over to one side of the couch, propping himself up against a pillow on the armrest, letting out a low airy belch as he did so. He called out to Leo "Hey grab some more soda too, I'm thirsty!"

Cal shifted slightly as he settled in on the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him. To Leo, he almost looked like he was getting ready to watch television rather than stuff himself full of greasy, processed pizza for his friend's enjoyment. Leo walked into the room holding the box and a 2-liter bottle of orange soda. He sat down beside Cal in the same manner, making as little noise as possible while he settled. The air was thick with anticipation - both boys knew what was about to happen, but neither of them dared acknowledge it outright. Cal decided to break the awkward silence and be the first to step up, lord knows Leo won't.

Cal reaches for the box to grab a slice, but his round bloated tummy is preventing him from bending that far. He recoils and grabs his stomach, "oof.. oough.. I don't think I can keep leaning down and over to grab slices.. you're gonna have to feed 'em to me.."

Leo blushed, flustered, as if this isn't exactly what they had both agreed and planned to do mere seconds ago.

He was about to be the one to fill up Cal, and he wanted to do a good job. He held the slice up to the eager boy in front of him, sitting between his legs and reaching over his hard bloated tummy. His crotch just about touching Cal's as he sat there on the couch between his legs and overstuffed stomach. Cal looked at him hungrily.

"O-open wide," Leo says quietly, holding the greasy slice of pizza toward Cal's mouth. Cal, his expression eager and expectant, opens his mouth taking a large bite. His chewing speed slower than before. His stomach was already packed full, it was a struggle to force himself to choke down even MORE food, but he was determined to try. He chewed more thoroughly, as if his body was trying to delay the inevitable. He grunted and a small burp slipped out though his full mouth while he chewed. He really was stuffed to the brim. He swallows, and continues this process until the slice is gone. He looks to Leo for more.

"Another" he says, his mouth still full of his previous bite. Leo pushes the next slice close to Cal's mouth wearily "You look really full, dude. Your tummy feels tight as a drum.." Leo mumbled as he gently rubbed around the warm surface of the sweatshirt, massaging the churning belly underneath. Cal chews and swallows, before cringing, and speaking up "urgh.. wait.." Leo froze cautiously as Cal continued "..I'm thirsty, hand me the soda." Leo rolled his eyes as Cal chugged down a few gulps of the fizzy soda, resulting in almost IMMEDIATE burping.

After this, Leo was sure Cal would be finished, but alas..

"…and more," Cal commands after his belch-break, swallowing and panting as Leo continues rubbing his belly gently. A low moan escapes his lips, his gaze glued to Leo. The bulge under his tight stretchy sweatshirt shifting slightly from his breathing. Leo was getting ready to reach for another slice when Cal groaned "Wait, just a second.. for real this time.. hng.. cramp. My tummy…" both his hands flew to his belly which was rumbling ominously. His hands moved upwards to his chest as they were quickly replaced with Leo's, "We can stop now if you want, you look like you're gonna burst!"

Cal shook his head in protest, "Just a cramp, just need a break.." Leo felt the sickly churning through the sweatshirt as he rubbed it, and without even pushing, a bubbly fart escaped from Cal's behind, rumbling on Leo's crotch right in front of it. Leo winced "Oh that smells terrible.. somethings up in your belly, I think you should-" Cal interrupted Leo, "another slice!"

It was quite full in there and this whole thing was making Cal feel hot, uncomfortable, sick, and horny all at once. "Ooh, man… my stomach is just.. bulging with all this." He took the remaining crust and devoured it in a single huge mouthful. He paused for a moment, the weight of the food in his stomach shifting as he let out a stream of airy farts, every single one preceded with a vibrating rumble from his belly. "*Pfffft*… *pfffffttttt*.. oh god.. *buurp* oh- *pffft*…*pfftt*… *prrt*.. fuck.. Im sorry, I can't even stop it." Cal said. Leo held the last slice of pizza in his hand, "okay… last slice… don't pop, man.."

Cal's stomach bulged obscenely inside his snug sweatshirt as he ate the last slice of pizza. He was in such a state that when his mouth was busy chewing, several burps forced themselves free through his nose in rapid succession. He moaned after each one. Leo didn't seem to mind, though, he just stared at Cal with eyes half-lidded and a bulge full-mast. He was practically shaking at this point, Leo felt his heat radiating onto the poor stuffed boy. Cal's stomach, already full and distended from the prior intake and now the last slice was working overtime to digest said pizza. His body was heating up from all the churning. Leo could feel every bit of it, his crotch was also getting hot.

Cal was sweating. He looked almost delirious from pleasure- and pain. His face was flushed, his eyes glassy. Leo comforts him as he finishes chewing and swallows, his stomach rumbles again. Cal tilted his head back, trying to relax his cramped muscles. A long wet burp shot out of his mouth before he had time to react, and he moaned aloud. Leo, worried, suggests "Hey maybe you should.. take your sweatshirt off. You seem really hot, like you're sweating. That has to be making you even more nauseous.." Cal groaned, hiccuped and replied "y-yeah. Guhhh… gonna.. take it off.." he weakly pulled at the zipper, struggling to get it over the bump of his aching belly. He whimpered as dangerous toots slid out. Once the zipper got over the curve of his belly, it practically unzipped itself the rest of the way down on its own. He wiggled his arms out and Leo helped toss the sweatshirt to the side. Cal was just in a thin elastic tank top now. He whined "m- *muuurp* shit, my belly hurts.. so full.. *frrtt..phhhtttrrft*… hng, *bur-URP*- ugh! I don't feel good.."

Leo was rubbing faster now. Another fart, another groan. The smell was intense and made Leo's eyes water. Cal's eyes werent any better, they were glazed over, his head lolled back he let out a silent puff of air from his mouth, his belches were getting risky, some of them he was forced to swallow down to avoid anything else other than air coming up, and he only had the tingle in the back of his throat to warn him. His stomach churned angrily, gurgling and undulating in time with Leo's rubbing. His belly was still distended and full, his white tank-top riding up just above his belly button. Leo listened as Cal's stomach emitted queasy grumbles and overpacked noises that would eventually be desperately released through either end. "I told you you were gonna feel sick, dude.. you look 8 months pregnant"

Cal laughed "I sure feel like it…. *hic-bRUUUP* mnnppph god… how am I supposed to walk after this? I think I'm *hic* too bloated for my own good. Ooooh… nnnngh.. and it feels like my stomach is doing an impression of a washing machine. *UURRRPPPP* oh- don't stop rubbing.. or.. I'm gonna have a premature birth!" Leo couldn't help but laugh. Cal turned his head and looked up. They locked eyes a moment as Leo was rubbing a sensitive spot just above Cal's belly button.

Leo's eyes widened as he blushed and unconsciously grinded his hips into Cal's crotch in front of him. His breath was hot and fast. Cal noticed, and warned his friend "My tummy hurts.. I feel so gassy, I think I need to fart.. uhm.. I'm not gonna *hic* warn you anymore, mostly because I don't think I can hold in anything anymore.." Leo never broke eye contact "That's okay, you're like a blimp. Let it all out, I'd rather you gas the place up than shit your pants on me".

Cal smiled and went to laugh before he was cut off by a sick burp, followed by a stream of wet, shorter burps.

Leo looked like he had gotten exactly what he wished for and more. In the face of a belching, gassy Cal he remained undaunted. He had a gleam in his eyes and a bulge in his pants that were both growing by the second. Cal was so full that he needed more than Leo's hand rubbing him. His own two fists were working him over in between big belchy moans and groans. His stomach was grumbling ominously, begging to get it over with sooner rather than later. "*bUUUURRRRRP* ooohh.. I feel queasy.." his statement punctuated by short, painful, but constant little farts as his stomach fought with the contents inside of it.

"Your tummy is gonna feel so much better after this, Cal." Leo said, rubbing and humping with more vigor, the rubbing on both Cal's belly and.. elsewhere.. helping things move along inside of him. Leo is on his knees, rubbing Cal's distended belly with both hands, spreading Cal's legs apart with his own as he worked. Cal's own hands were working higher up on his own gut, massaging and kneading. His belly was an air filled balloon ready to burst. Cal lets out a low moan and squirms as another deep and wet burp erupts. All the while, Cal could feel tingles of pleasure building up in his bloated guts, but the queasy, sick feeling was still going strong. This whole thing was making him feel strange and oddly arousing in a way he'd never felt before.

Leo saw the look on his friend's face and his hands gripped his swollen tummy. "It's okay, mnff... you can... let it happen... anytime."

Cal nodded, his hands rubbing his engorged belly in time with Leo's rhythm, as the blonde boy sacrificed a hand from belly rubbing duty to help keep himself steady above Cal.

Cal grunted as he continued massaging his distended gut. Leo's other rubbing was growing much more intense now. He was almost shaking Cal as he did so. Cal's mouth hung open and he was moaning with a slightly desperate tone. "Come on, dude.. hurry it up.. I'm so…" his moan was cut off by another wet belch. His body shook with the force of it and he clenched his teeth in an effort to relax and hold back the next one. It was no use. Another belch, and another, and another, with rapid, short gaps in between. Leo was now the one groaning, reaching his peak. "I'm.. unf.. hah.. Cal, I'm close… just hold on.." Leo was delirious with pleasure he'd only ever dreamed of experiencing.

Cal felt his body both nauseously ache at one part and throb with desire in another. An unusual mix that left him feeling like he was gonna puke regardless. He got himself into this willingly though, and has nobody to blame but himself, and he certainly doesn't wanna ruin Leo's night. He whines and puts all his focus into keeping his food inside of him.

Cal was struggling as he massaged his distended belly in time with his buddy's increasingly feverish rubbing. He let out a long, wet belch, "Hnnnnnnnghhhh my god, my stomach is so… *huuu-UUrrrpppp*- so full, I'm… I'm gonna be so sick."

Leo was getting close, very close, and he could feel his friend's stomach and other… parts… tensing up as he got ready to finish. Leo was breathing almost as hard as Cal at this point, gripping the stuffed boy's thigh with his one hand and holding himself steady with the other, trying not to jostle his buddy's tummy.

Leo is panting like a dog, his face bright red with effort and excitement. His body was flushed and his breath was heavy with the scent of the pizza they ate. Sweat trickled down his temples and forehead as he finally finished.

Suddenly, Cal lets out another long belch as all of that food starts moving again like a train. His stomach rumbles in discomfort at the pace Leo was pushing things along, but there's no stopping or slowing it now.

Cal's face grows more and more flushed as he moans and tries to keep his guts in its place. Leo rides out his climax, barely even worrying about how he's ruined his underwear in the process.

Snapping back to reality, he realized the true state that Cal was in and swiftly grabbed the trash can, "f-fuck. I'm sorry dude. You're gonna be okay. Just let it out, don't worry about accidents, I have the trash right here.. hold on.." he shifted Cal over slightly so that if any… spilling.. happened it would be in the trash can instead of on the floor. Cal's stomach was round and rock hard, the contents inside swirling like a greasy, bubbly storm. The movement caused a rancid fart to seep out slowly from Cal, the smell making him feel even more sick.

"Ugh.. god, *hic-HURP-" Leo… I'm so full…" the smell was terrible, the pizza obviously having not digested properly. Cal tried to hold on. But he couldn't hold it in for much longer. His hands resting on the impossibly bloated tummy that lay heavily in his lap.

Between queasy, wet, uncontrollable belches that forced their way out of his system, he tried to apologize "Leo.. grrrroowl ungh.. you w- *UUUR*ere right. It was too *urp* much.. fuck! *bruuuup.. burrp.. hurp* gah.. I should have listened.. to you…" he just couldn't stand the pressure anymore and stopped trying to speak when a series of loud, wet belches forced their way out of him. The distended mass in his belly seemed to vibrate and throb in rhythm with his digestive noises.

Leo tried to reassure him, "It's okay, I shouldn't have gone along with it.. we were both caught up in the moment, just breathe.." Cal gasped for air in between belches. "Ohhh fuu-*URP*… I'm gonna… gurggl*urp* Ughhhnnn…!" Cal couldn't hold it in anymore. His full belly convulsed as the undigested remains of the greasy pizza seamlessly flowed out of his mouth. He didn't even get the chance to burp again before a second wave brought up even more. As soon as he could, Cal cried out and gasped for air… before promptly being sick once more.

It dribbled into the trashcan as Cal struggled to remain upright on the couch; he was so sick. After the first few times, every heave was followed by a long, wet belch, the air that had been mixing with everything coming up in between. Cal gripped Leo's arms tightly as his stomach cramped and growled and heaved, the force of which made his whole body jerk and shake.

Cal was too nauseated to even protest being held and rubbed by Leo as he continued to puke. As sick and unpleasant as it was, Cal felt oddly grateful. Cal continued to vomit, his face flushed and heaving as more wet belches spewed out of his mouth. "Ughhh… *hic* I'm not done.. *gurp* I know I'm not.. god I ate so much!" The next few waves felt almost like they would never pass as Cal struggled in pain, and pleasure from relief. Leo almost felt sick himself seeing just how much came up, thinking of how much went IN and how full Cal was. Cal's eyes began to look droopy as he felt his mind slipping away. He definitely reached his limit tonight. He was still sick, but moreso spitting up in the trashcan and gagging than full on vomiting anymore. His mind cleared up just enough to make a mental note to himself: 4 whole pizzas over the course of one night. That was his limit.

Leo, feeling queasy himself from having to witness Cal spewing inches away from him still let Cal rest his head on his lap, trying to avoid laying on his stomach or adding any nore pressure to it. He looked down at his friend, face flush, skin glistening with sweat, nose running, exhausted from the exertion. He couldn't imagine being in his shoes, but at least he could help him, even if it meant cleaning up the result.

"Are you okay, Cal? Do you think you're done?" Leo asked, stroking the hair out of Cal's eyes that were already starting to close. "Maybe… *hic* .. I'm getting sleepy." He mumbled, resting his head further into Leo's lap. Leo would enjoy this a lot more if his lap wasn't uncomfortably hot and sweaty, and parts of it wet and sticky inside from using them as friction to help bring him to his release earlier.

He grabbed a pillow from behind him and carefully moved it under Cal's head as he slipped out from underneath his sore, sleepy buddy. "I'm gonna go empty the trash can, I'm gonna run to the dumpster, I'll be like 5 minutes MAX, do you think you'll be fine until I get back?" Cal hummed "mmhmm.. *hic* I feel so much better… that needed to come out so bad…. oh my god I really overdid it…"

This experience, as repulsive as it sounded, was far from unpleasant to Cal. His body was still slick with sweat and fluids, and his stomach felt sore, but the relief of having gotten everything out was more than worth it to him. He didn't even mind being held and rubbed as his body expelled the contents of what he had eaten with such gluttony. He felt bad for involving Leo in it, if anything.

Cal sighed as he settled more into the pillow beneath him. His stomach still churned routinely, but he no longer felt dizzy with nausea, and he was once again in that familiar state of just being very, very full. He was in a pretty comfortable position though, it had to be said. His body felt oddly relaxed and yet, his stomach was still swollen and achy. He felt lighter, like his body had been cleansed. He also felt something… else. He turned his head as much as he could without moving his body. His eyes were drooped as his gaze was stuck forward, fixated on the doorway that Leo was to return from. After a few minutes he heard footsteps. He tried to force himself awake out of a half-sleep. "Leo?…" he tried to ask, but with the way his head was positioned and how sleepy he was, he only managed to croak out a few barely audible words.

"Leo? you back?"

Leo returned from outside the apartment door, the trashcan now empty and the trashbag inside replaced. He set it down and sighed as he crouched down to be level with Cal, who was still laying on the couch with his head against the pillow. "You awake?" He gently wiped the sweat off of Cal's forehead. Cal smiled sleepily. "Mm… sort of.. uhm. how are you feeling about this whole thing?" Cal was referring to both the pizza and their rather intimate session as a result.

Leo thought for a moment "Hm.. I feel tired, but probably not as tired as you." There was a pause before he continued "…I don't want you to feel bad, if I was in your position I think I would be so embarrassed that I would die.. I wanna be all 'I told you so' but that can wait."

Cal laughed in the form of exhaling through his nose. He understood. Leo kept talking, "I could have lived without you puking your guts out, that kind of ruined it.."

Cal was awake but still dazed enough to not think twice before speaking, "but you came, right?". Leo blushed. Cal was always so straightforward about these things. "Uh. Y-yeah. Absolutely I did. It was immediately cancelled out within like a minute, but up until then… I think I liked it." Cal grinned. "I liked it too. I mean, I definitely hated it at some moments, specifically the ones where I was barfing, but that's over now and I'm not past-me so overall I count it as a success. I found my limit!" Leo grimaced "You sure did.."

Cal continued "and I wouldn't have pushed myself to even go that far without you!"

Leo resisted the urge to lightly shove his friend in fear that he might jostle him too much. "Then maybe I shouldn't have, if this is what happens when I feed you and help you then maybe I'll just stick to watching you gobble down pizza from afar like I used to" Cal giggled. "Well now you don't have to, because my limit is 4 boxes of pizza, just never push me beyond that! Easy math!"

Leo shook his head "I just gotta say.. if this is like a yearly thing or maybe even a once-a-month thing I would be more than happy to help you push your limits.. but now that you know the result I'm not sure about 4.. maybe 1…" Cal playfully groaned "ughhh fine!", then laughed and then turned his head to face Leo. He was smiling as he looked at his friend while trying to keep his eyes open. "Hey, Leo.. thanks for indulging me. You're always there for me and I don't know if I thank you enough for it." Leo shook his head, "Don't worry about it. Thank you for not judging me. You're never afraid to be yourself and you make me want to do the same."

The two fell asleep in the living room, Cal on the couch, and Leo on the floor. They grew much closer that day, and their bond will forever be strengthened, all thanks to surplus pizza.

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 33

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Part 33.1: Sex As a Weapon

Friday, September 1st, 1989

"Fuck, right there, Eds. I'm gonna cum..." You moan as Eddie rams his cock into your pussy in the shower of your new apartment. You've got your legs wrapped around his waist and your back against the wall, clinging to him for dear life as you wait for your orgasm to take hold.

You'd spent your first night here together last night, making a pile of sleeping bags and blankets in the living room since you haven't been able to buy a mattress yet. You've brought over all the gifts you received at the party you threw, and boxes of your other belongings are piled high in the bedroom and other living spaces. Arwen has made her new home here as well, her litter box set up in the bathroom and food and water bowls in the kitchen. She's adjusting well already, having made your nest of random bedding into her napping spot.

You still have a lot to do in order to consider this move a success, there's more things to buy and unpack, not to mention you need groceries and cleaning supplies of your own. There's only so much you can get away with taking from your mother's house. But you'll get there, one step at a time. Right now, though, you're focused on getting off with your boyfriend for the first time in days.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Let it all go for me. I've missed that pretty face you make." Eddie says lowly, watching your expression twist in pleasure as you're about to lose control. He holds onto your thighs with all his might, thrusting you hard into the tiles. He's right on the edge with you, his stomach tightening. He's been craving this for days, unable to think about anything other than your perfect pussy.

"FUCK!" You cry out, keeping your eyes locked on his as you cum. Your insides clamp and pulse around his dick, bringing him down with you when you soak him in a flood of arousal.

"God...dammit." He murmurs, the words barely able to escape him. His hips buck into you recklessly, his load coating your walls in thick spurts of white. Your thighs tremble as you ride this out, and many uncontrollable moans and gasps leave your lips. "Jesus." Eddie pants, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. He continues to hold you up until you've both calmed down, and he presses a light kiss to your wet skin. "I've definitely missed that." He says, still catching his breath.

"So have I, love. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I swear, I was gonna burst if we waited much longer." You reply, patting his shoulders for him to pull out and put you down. He takes the hint, lifting his head up to watch carefully so he doesn't drop you. He slowly pulls his cock out of your spent cunt, the both of you groaning quietly at the loss. If you didn't have a shift at the theater in an hour, you'd probably go for another round. He sets you on your own two feet, and you give him a gentle kiss before pulling away entirely. You still have all your washing up to do, and you're definitely going to need a decent breakfast after your activities.

"Oh, I know, princess. You could hardly keep yourself from staring at me at work all week. I'm surprised I didn't catch cold from you undressing me with your eyes!" Eddie laughs, reaching for the shampoo he'd brought from the trailer last night.

"Oh, please. Like you weren't making 'fuck me' eyes right back at me the entire time!" You retort, jabbing him in the ribs with your elbow as he rubs in his lather.

"Ow! Be nice!" He yelps in faux-agony.

"Or what?" You ask in a dangerous tone. Eddie looks at you a moment, before grinning ear to ear. Little fucker.

"Or else, I'll get on my knees, and eat that pretty little pussy of yours until you're begging me to stop." He answers, every last word absolutely dripping with lust. And given how hard and fast your desperate morning fucking was, you know full well that he means it.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Eddie." You giggle, shaking your head at his filthy mouth. You pick up your own shampoo bottle, squirting some of the fruit-scented liquid into your palm.

"You're lucky Biggs would have our heads for being late, babydoll." Eddie smirks, letting your brattiness slide. For now.

You finish washing up, refraining from touching or kissing each other, challenging as that is. You're very grateful that this new shower of yours is more spacious than the others you've been intimate with Eddie in. It'll keep you from brushing up against each other, and inevitably losing focus on the task at hand. Once you're all clean, you get dressed and say goodbye to Arwen for the day before heading downstairs to the parking lot. You hop in the van, and get some drive-thru, scarfing it down ravenously on the way to the theater.

The second you arrive, you notice Murray standing in the lobby, waiting for you. "Hey, you two. You got a minute?" He asks, straightening out his tie as he speaks.

"Uh, yeah. We can talk in the office." You answer, pointing out the door to the breakroom to your right. You walk past Jamie and Mr. Biggs on the way, though they don't look surprised to see your lawyer coming into the back areas. "We'll be on the clock in a sec, Biggs. I hope that's alright." You address the old man, and he nods.

"That's fine, anything you need." He says, before instructing Jamie to head out to man the ticket booth. You, Murray, and Eddie go into the office, closing the door behind you.

"Okay, what's this about, Murray? Bad news?" You ask, already becoming anxious about what he might have to say. Did the case get thrown out? Did the Hagan's skip town, biding their time to escape after they unsurprisingly made bail shortly after their arrest?

"No, no. Nothing like that. I just want to remind you of the court date, and to make sure you're ready for this. I know we've practiced over and over, and you've both done great. But once this thing starts, it becomes real. And that can shake even the most level-headed people. I know you're both anxious about it, and I need you to understand how important it is that you stick to what we've worked on, and control your emotions." Murray explains, giving Eddie a pointed look at his final words.

"We know, Murray. You've made that more than perfectly clear." Eddie snips, putting his arm around your waist defensively.

"Look, I know I sound like a broken record here. But it is imperative that nothing goes wrong on our end. Otherwise, the case goes out the damn window, and the Hagans are free to keep tormenting you. And given how...zealous they've already proven themselves to be, imagine how much worse it's gonna get, now that you've pissed them off." Murray doesn't even pay Eddie's attitude any mind, he's far too grave to squabble about poor manners.

"We know what's expected of us, and we don't intend to screw it up. I'm more than aware of what Tommy is capable of, and I'm not letting that bastard walk after all he's done to me. I am not gonna be his victim anymore." You reply, your voice full of strength and resolve. You are going to do everything in your power to put Tommy and his awful father away. You refuse to back down, and you refuse to let your fear get the best of you.

"Okay, good. Keep that fire, Y/N. You're both going to need it. I'd better let you go, I'll see you again in a couple weeks. If you need anything, you've got my number at the hotel." He says, giving you a weak smile. He can see it in your eyes, you haven't been sleeping well. Probably nightmares, he guesses. It's very common so close to an upcoming trial, especially for someone like you. He only hopes Eddie is looking out for you, and that your anxious nature won't cause you to blow it.

"Sure thing. Thanks, Murray." You reply, and the man goes out the door, leaving you two in the office alone for a minute. "Well, that didn't make me nervous at all." You say sarcastically, letting out a shaky sigh. You cross your arms and bite your lip, your mind beginning to run amok inside your head.

"It's gonna be fine, babydoll. Murray wasn't trying to scare you, he just wants us to be ready. And we are. 'Kay?" Eddie says comfortingly, putting his hands on your shoulders. He rubs your arms, trying to bring you back to the outside world.

"I know that, Eds." You nod, though you still avoid his gaze. You don't want to think about all of this now, not when you're meant to be starting your shift.

"Sweetheart, look at me." He says, drawing your eyes to his. "It's gonna be fine. I promise. I'll be with you every step of the way, and so will all of our friends. I know you're scared, and so am I. But if we do our job, he won't be able to hurt you anymore." He speaks firmly, and calmly, doing his best to put you at ease. You play the iron-willed woman pretty well, but he knows you better than that. The dark circles under your eyes, the bad dreams you'd been having last night, the panic attack you had once he'd shaken you awake to bring you out of it. He's so worried about you, and he's sure things will only get worse as the trial draws closer every day. All he can do is dry your tears, and love you with all his might, in an effort to cancel out the horror playing out inside your head.

"I know, Eds. I'm trying to keep it together." You sigh, guessing Eddie's expressing concern over last night. You didn't want to think about that either, or even talk about it. He could barely get a word out of you when you started hyperventilating, and cowered in the corner of your apartment. You threw up in the kitchen sink once you could stand up, leaving you sweating and cold while Eddie tried to talk you down. You haven't had an attack this bad in months, and you dread having another one any time soon. Or worse yet, in the middle of the courtroom. You'll no doubt be labeled unreliable and unstable if that happens.

"I know you've got a lot on your plate, angel." Eddie pulls you into a hug, holding you close with his strong arms. You bury your head in his chest, taking some deep breaths to calm down. You've got a long shift waiting for you after you're done here, and you don't want to be fixating on all this bullshit the whole time. "I love you so much, Y/N. I swear, I'm always gonna be by your side through anything and everything." He coos, though he sounds sad and concerned in every word. You certainly don't blame him, you wouldn't be sure how to handle him if the roles were reversed. But he's trying his hardest, and that's all you can ask him to do.

"I love you too, Eddie. And I hope you know I'll never take your support for granted." You reply, muffled against his torso. Things have always been so hard for the two of you, and you've still managed to stick by each other through all of it. You know you can make it through this, too. All it takes is a bit of patience. You're going to kick this trial's ass, despite the very thought of going on the stand making you unbearably nervous. You let out a small sigh, squirming your head to look up at him now. "We'd better get to work, babe. It's gonna be a long day."

"Yeah, I figured as much. But I'll make it worth your while when we get home, princess." He smiles, giving you a gentle kiss before you go your separate ways for work.

Friday, September 15th, 1989

A couple of weeks later, you're walking towards the courthouse, holding Eddie's hand tightly as you ascend the steps. It's been a hell and a half to get to this point. Many sleepless nights, followed by even more anxious episodes. It's a miracle you've managed to keep your breakfast down today, and you still haven't stopped trembling from the attack you had before getting into the car when Mom picked you both up.

Your shoes click beneath your feet on the floor of the building once you make it inside, forming a chorus with those of Eddie, Murray, and your mother. Your little 'team' is dressed as professionally as you possibly can be, all pencil skirts, slacks, and blazers. You make your way to the courtroom, with Murray leading you through the bustling bodies grasping briefcases and stacks of files that zip about the lobby to various offices and Judge's chambers.

"You doin' okay, love?" Eddie asks quietly, speaking in your ear as you continue to walk. You're gripping his hand much harder than usual, like he's the only thing keeping you from slipping through a crack in the floor.

"Yeah. I'm fine." You answer shortly, lying through your teeth. You know damn well you shouldn't be doing that, but you can't get through this if you don't shut certain parts of yourself down. At the very least, while you're inside this behemoth of a building full of people you don't know.

"You're gonna do great, princess." Eddie says, letting you do whatever you need to get through this. He doesn't care for you hiding away again, but what's the alternative? If you don't keep yourself in one piece, this whole thing falls apart. You're just protecting yourself, he can understand that well enough. He squeezes your hand comfortingly, drawing your gaze to him. You exchange a small smile, both of you doing your very best to keep your shit together.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is." You freeze in place when a certain familiar voice pierces your eardrums. You don't want to look in the direction it came from, it'll only lead to trouble. But showing fear now will probably bite you in the ass later. You swivel around on your feet, facing the voice that came from behind you.

"Tommy." You address him dryly, finding him accompanied by his father and another man in a very expensive suit. He must be their lawyer. You probably shouldn't be talking to him at all, you know that. But he's started it, and it doesn't hurt to show him that you're much stronger than he anticipated.

"What do you want, Hagan?" Eddie asks, pulling you closer to him as he speaks. His arm goes around your waist, keeping your body safely pressed against his.

"Not much. I just want to wish you luck in there. You're definitely gonna need it. I'm sure this won't take long, and by the end, my old man and I will be walkin' outta here scott-free." Tommy replies in an arrogant tone. He's so confident that the trial will go his way, despite all the awful things he's done.

"Keep dreamin', asshole. No jury will let you off after all the shit you've pulled." Eddie bites back, and you put a hand on his chest to tell him to back off a little. Aggression will not work in your favor.

"We'll see about that, freak." Tommy smirks, flicking his eyes back to you. "And if things go our way, babygirl, I may just find it in my heart to take you back." He says smugly, licking his lips. His words make your stomach turn, your breakfast threatening to make a reappearance.

"Oh, please! I'm literally pressing charges against you, and you still think you have a chance? God, you're even more fucking deluded than I thought!" You laugh in disbelief, utterly shocked that he's somehow still chasing after your affections. But you know all he truly wants is to own you, to control you. And you refuse to let that happen.

"Alright, alright. Break it up, let's get in there. You shouldn't be talking to my clients, Mr. Hagan. And your counsel should damn well know better." Murray cuts in, thankfully calling this ridiculous conversation to an end. He narrows his eyes at the man, who Murray has told you goes by the name of Gary Keegan.

"My client was only trying to extend an olive branch. To perhaps prevent this unnecessary trial from taking place, Mr. Bauman." Gary sneers, patting Tommy on the shoulder to prompt him to follow in the other direction.

"Kinda defeats the purpose of hiring a leech like you, then. Doesn't it, Gary?" Murray yells back as Tommy's little group walks away. "God, I hate that pompous fucker. We'd better get inside, we're gonna be late." He ushers the three of you into the doors of the courtroom, leading you to your seats. You'll be called up to the stand when it's your turn. But for now, you'll sit in the back, while Murray sits at a table near the front of the room by himself.

You notice your friends and coworkers sitting around the room, and they give you little nods and waves when they see you. The only person missing is Dustin, who unfortunately can't be here. He's too busy settling in at Caltech, but he's prepared a written witness statement to be read for the court. So, he's still here for you in that small way. You lean into Eddie while you wait for the trial to start, needing him to be your rock at this moment. You're still trembling like a leaf, and you refuse to let his hand free from yours. Your palms are sweating profusely, but he doesn't seem to mind.

The Hagans and their lawyer come in shortly before the judge does, taking their seats at the table opposite Murray's. Tommy turns around in his chair, giving you a little wave with his fingers while grinning. Ugh, this asshole doesn't know when to quit. You gag at the sight of his freckle-smattered face, and this time, you don't think you can hold it in. You immediately drop Eddie's hand, standing up to quickly and inconspicuously get out of the room before you blow chunks everywhere.

"Y/N?" Eddie softly asks after you, wondering where you're off to. You wave him away, holding your other hand over your mouth. You rush toward the doors, pushing the heavy wood out of your path. You shuffle along the corridor to the nearest trash can, just barely making it before you feel the vomit spewing from your lips. You grip the sides of the can, burying your face to hide yourself away as best you can. You can feel multiple sets of eyes looking your way as you puke, and it's only making things worse. A firm hand comes to rest on your back, and you immediately recognize it from the thick rings on its fingers. Eddie. "It's alright, sweetheart. Just let it all out. You're gonna be okay." He coos, stroking you gently until you're eventually finished.

"I'm really not, Eds. I don't think I can do this." You sob, still hiding your face as you spit the remaining bile out of your mouth.

"Yes, you can." He insists, but you shake your head.

"I can't." You clench your teeth, your throat stinging from the stomach acid, and your tears. You stare down at your regurgitated pancakes, and the empty coffee cups and takeout boxes that sit beneath them. You can't let go of the trashcan, you can't look Eddie in the eye, and you can't go through with this trial today. Or maybe ever. You're not strong enough, even if you thought you were before. You're just a scared little girl again, and that's all anyone is going to see.

"You can, princess. You have to. Not for me, or to teach Tommy a lesson, or anything like that. You need to do this for yourself. To face your fears, and do what's right. I know you have it in you. You're so smart, strong, and brave." Eddie tries his best to set you straight, to help you realize that you have nothing to be so afraid of. You sigh, lifting yourself out of the garbage to face him. He takes hold of your hands, stroking them lovingly with his thumbs. "Look, if you really don't want to do this, we don't have to. But I think we both know that Tommy deserves to pay for what he's done. The choice is still ultimately yours, though." He finishes, giving you a meaningful look.

"You're right, Eds. It is my choice." You pause, seriously thinking it over, before nodding. "I can do this." You swallow hard, wincing at the sour taste on your tongue. Maybe Mom has a mint in her purse.

"That's my girl. C'mon, let's hope the judge isn't in yet." Eddie gives you a warm smile, and a light peck on the lips. You both go back inside, taking your places beside your mother just as the judge comes in. The bailiff orders you all to rise, announcing the 'Honorable Judge Virgil Thompson' who will be presiding over your case. A graying man in a long, black robe enters the room. He climbs up to his seat above the rest of you, getting himself comfortable before the trial begins. You're given permission to sit once again, thankful you no longer have to stand. You're feeling a little weak and dizzy, now that your stomach is empty. Eddie offers to get you some water, which you quietly nod in response to. He takes a little while to find some, but you're too spaced out to notice how long he's been gone until he eventually returns with a plastic cup.

You whisper your thanks, sipping slowly at the ice-cold water. Murray and Mr. Keegan finish their opening arguments, and it isn't long after that you're called to the stand. You knew you were going to be up first, Murray's told you so who knows how many times. "Shit." You mutter under your breath. You finish the rest of your drink, the cool liquid graciously calming your nerves and uneasy insides.

"You're gonna be okay, Y/N. We're all here for you." Eddie encourages you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He lets you go, a reassuring smile resting on his face. You walk up the small aisle toward the front of the courtroom, allowing the bailiff to escort you into the little box you're meant to sit in. You take a seat in the wooden chair, smoothing down your skirt and clearing your throat. You're sworn in, promising to answer every question directed at you as truthfully as possible. Murray gets up, and seeing his face calms you down even further. It's just like practice. You know what questions are coming, and how to answer them. I can do this.

Murray's line of questions goes exactly as you expect. He asks you about your history with Tommy, the aspects of your relationship, what came to pass between you these last few months. You answer him concisely, and with the utmost confidence. You're feeling good, if not a little tired. As simple as sitting in a chair and answering questions is in theory, this whole ordeal has made you consistently exhausted. You do your best to avoid Tommy's gaze, though he repeatedly attempts to catch your attention. Pouring water loudly into his glass from the pitcher on the table, dropping his lawyer's pen on the floor, scooting his chair across the floor too hard. He's trying to intimidate you, but he's an idiot if he thinks it's gonna work.

Next comes the thing you've been dreading the most. More than Tommy taking the stand and dragging both you and Eddie through the mud, more than the jury taking way too long to make a final decision, more than a potential mistrial. It's Gary's turn to ask you every nasty little thing he likes, within reason, in an attempt to discredit your claims against your ex. You swallow hard as Murray sits down and Mr. Keegan stands up to take his place. The man is middle-aged, with gray patches on the sides of his dark brown hair, dressed head to toe in the finest suit money can buy. You're not even sure where the Hagans would find a guy like this, outside of a slick procedural television show. He comes up as close to you as he possibly can, bearing an awfully smug grin, his overused aftershave burning your nostrils in his proximity.

As is expected, Gary goes to every deep dark corner one possibly can in a cross-examination. Murray ends up objecting quite a few times, most of which are thankfully sustained. The judge grows rather annoyed with Mr. Keegan throughout his questions, which helps you feel a bit better about putting yourself through all of this. The defense's strategy clearly isn't working, as Mr. Keegan just can't keep himself from becoming argumentative and badgering towards you. All it's doing is gaining you more sympathy with the jury, and it doesn't hurt that a couple anxious tears have fallen from your eyes every so often since you've been put up here.

Despite Gary's numerous efforts to break you down, you're quite composed and careful overall. Though every passing second up here feels like an eternity. You cannot wait to be finished, and to let the rest of the trial run its course. Because once you step down, it's out of your hands. And the thought of allowing the rest of the witnesses to speak for themselves, while you just sit back and watch sounds like such sweet relief for you.

"No further questions, your honor." Keegan says grumpily, finally signaling the end of your time on the stand. He's visibly upset that you did not give him the reactions he was fishing for, nor did his tricky phrasing cause you to slip up a single time. If things keep going this way, you have no chance of losing.

"Thank you, Ms. Henderson. You may step down." The judge says to you, and the bailiff holds the box open for you to step out. You nod up at the man, unsure if you should say anything to him, like a 'thank you'. But nobody tells you any different, so you just go back to your seat, the weight of today lifting away from your shoulders with every step. Tommy glares at you as you walk past, but you don't even meet his eyes. You just smile, knowing he'll see that he couldn't break you, no matter how sleazy his lawyer is.

"Great job, sweetheart." Eddie says once you return to his side.

"You did so well, sugarpuff. I'm proud of you standing up for yourself." Mom adds, reaching over Eddie to take your hand.

"Thanks, that shit was harder than I thought it would be." You sigh in relief, leaning your head onto your love's shoulder.

The remainder of this day in court is spent working through a few more witnesses, all of which support your side in the best possible way. Everyone knows what they have to do to help you. Tell the truth, and what they have seen happen between you and Tommy to corroborate your claims. The court hears from Robin, Steve, Jamie, and Mr. Biggs, as well as Dustin's written statement. You never realized just how long court actually takes, or how unbelievably boring it can be, even though this whole thing pertains to you personally.

After what feels like an eternity, and you've almost dozed off a few times, the judge calls for a weekend recess. The trial will resume on Monday, with Eddie taking the stand first thing. The jury clears out, as well as the judge. Everyone else slowly files out, and Murray meets back up with you once you're in the busy halls once again.

"You did great in there, Y/N. I think we're looking pretty good right now." Murray says with a grin. He's very pleased with how today has transpired, though he's particularly ecstatic about Gary making an absolute ass of himself. That cocky bastard never learns his lesson, one can only get away with being that sleazy when a win for the defense is a sure thing.

"Thanks, Murray. I really appreciate all your help." You reply while leaning into Eddie to stay upright. You need food, and fast.

"Please, I'm just doin' my job." Bauman chuckles. "I'll see you all on Monday. Have a good weekend." He says.

"You too, man." Eddie says with a smile. Murray walks away towards the parking lot to locate his car. He needs a stiff drink after all the work he's put in today.

"Well, who's up for Denny's?" Mom asks, practically reading your mind. You've been passively thinking about food periodically throughout the trial, your mind following the imaginary scent of sizzling burgers and melty cheese. You want fat, and grease, and salt more than you ever have before. Your mouth waters at revisiting the thought.

"Yes, please." You and Eddie say at the same time. Mom laughs at your hunger-ridden expressions, and you all leave the courthouse without another word. You pile into the car, making the quickest route to the restaurant. A waiter quickly seats you once you arrive, and you immediately pick up your menu once you've sat down.

"So, how's the new apartment treating you?" Mom asks, her eyes trained on the different flavors of French toast.

"It's great! I've gotta call Angie and thank her for the new mattress. Sleeping on the floor was starting to kill our backs." You answer happily. You were surprised to come home the other day to see a delivery truck from the Serta store outside your apartment building, with two bulging men attempting to deliver a queen mattress and box spring to your unit. You saw on the receipt that it was ordered and paid for by Angie, and you knew immediately that Mom must have told her about your big news. You hope you'll get to see her and the kids over the holidays or something, it's been a while since you've seen them last.

"Best make sure you do. I've spent too many years teaching you proper manners, sugarpuff." She says, somewhat lecture-like.

"I know, Mom. I wouldn't dare besmirch the mountains of wisdom you've bestowed upon me." You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes a little.

"Cool it with the fifty-cent words, Y/N. There's no need to have an attitude." Mom replies sternly.

"Be nice to your mother, princess. Or I can tell her how much fun we had breaking in that nice new bed of ours." Eddie chimes in, making Mom giggle at his toying words.

"Ugh, stop ganging up on me! I had to sit through hours of absolute torture today." You whine, utterly annoyed at these two finding pleasure in pushing your buttons. You love them both to death, but it's no girl's dream to have her boyfriend and her mother on the same side.

"I'm just kidding, sweetheart. You know that. I also know you get pretty damn grumpy when you're hungry." Eddie chuckles, pulling you into him to press a kiss to your forehead. He's only playing around, though he understands you're probably not in the mood for it. "We'll get some food in you soon, 'kay?" He says sweetly, and you nod, forcing yourself to relax a little. The trial is done until Monday, so you don't have to worry about it right now. The waiter comes around to take your order a moment later, and you rattle off what you want, wasting no time at all in setting your meal in motion.

"So, what's it like having the house all to yourself, Mom?" You ask your own question now. You do wonder how she's holding up, you're not sure she'll adjust well to being an empty-nester.

"Oh, you know, it's..." She pauses, putting her hands up as she isn't sure what to say. "It's different, I guess." She adds, though you can see she's not exactly ecstatic about it. You don't say anything else, waiting for her to possibly clarify herself. "It's quiet, that's for sure." She laughs wryly, almost tearing up.

"Oh, Mom. I'm sorry." You say sadly, reaching your hand across the table to rest on hers.

"No, no. It's fine." She sniffles, shaking her head. "I knew the day would come, where you and Dusty would go out on your own." She pulls away from you, digging in her purse for a tissue. She finds a crumpled up one, unfurling it and raising it to her eyes. "It's an adjustment. That's all." She insists, dabbing away the tears that have welled up in her ducts.

"Well, we could have dinner together once a week, if you want. Wayne could come, too. It could be our new family thing." Eddie suggests, taking you by surprise. He hasn't brought up his uncle much these last few weeks. You suppose he's been more focused on keeping you sane, which you feel a bit guilty about now.

"That would be wonderful, Eddie. Thank you." Mom gives him a warm smile, trying her best not to start crying again. You've really picked a good one with Eddie, she thinks he's perfect for you.

"It's the least we can do." Eddie smiles back at her, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer. He's been by your side all day long, and yet, he's still missed you terribly. You've kinda been in your own little world lately, he doesn't blame you in the slightest. It's nice to have you back on the ground, though. Safe and warm in his arms, sharing a nice meal with him and your mother after an unbelievably long day. He certainly hopes the weekend allows you to come back to him even more, with less bad dreams and panic attacks getting in the way.

"How's Wayne been doing?" Mom asks after blowing her nose and tossing her used tissue back in her bag.

"He's been alright. I haven't been talking to him as much as I'd like, I've been so focused on the move and the trial. But the meds are working really well for him, he hasn't had any more episodes." Eddie explains, his voice bittersweet. He's so happy to be living with you, finally stepping all the way into the waters of adulthood. But he feels bad that Wayne is all alone in the trailer now, his uncle isn't exactly a social butterfly.

"Well, I'm glad he's feeling better. And I'm sure he'll love your idea, Eddie." Mom says kindly, just as your food arrives at the table.

The three of you dig in, the conversation falling to the wayside. Your mind can honestly only focus on one thing at a time at this point, after listening to endless droning and questions for hours on end. You gradually perk up with every bite you swallow. It feels so damn good to have some food in your belly again. It doesn't take long for your plates to become completely empty, and the waiter brings the check around shortly after. Mom drives you and Eddie home, giving you both a tight hug in the parking lot before you head upstairs.

"Goodnight, kiddos. I'll be around again on Monday to pick you up." Mom says, pulling away from your squeezing embrace.

"Night, Mom. See you then. Drive safe." You reply, very much looking forward to falling into your bed once she leaves. Your feet are killing you in these stupid heels you've been wearing all day.

"Night, Claudia. Thanks for dinner." Eddie adds. Mom gets back in her car, pulling out of the lot to leave you two alone. "C'mon, babydoll. Let's get upstairs." He says softly, leading you by the hand to your apartment. He puts his key in the lock once you reach your unit, and you walk ahead of him to get inside. Arwen comes to you immediately, meowing loudly while weaving between your legs as you walk.

"Hey, Arwen. We missed you." You coo to her, stopping to pick her up into your arms. She's pretty much fully grown now, so she's a bit heavy to hold compared to how she was as a kitten. You cradle her close to your chest, stroking her ears the way she likes. She melts into you, purring loudly. You continue walking toward the bedroom with Arwen in your arms, with Eddie following close behind. You put the cat down on the bed so you can change out of these stuffy clothes, going to the closet to hang it all up as you take it off. Eddie comes up behind you, his hands finding your waist, and his lips softly locating your neck.

"I forgot to tell you how sexy you look in these clothes, princess." He says lowly, gently bringing your hips back into him, where you can feel a distinctive bulge in his slacks pressing into your ass.

"You look pretty damn good yourself, Eds. Gives me an idea of what you'll look like at Nancy and Jonathan's wedding." You reply with a smile, unbuttoning your blazer, and then your blouse underneath. His teeth latch onto your throat once the top button of your shirt is undone, which would cause you to moan if you weren't so tired. "Eddie, not tonight." You say, sounding so very disappointed in yourself for turning down sex.

"Baby, please? I've missed you all day." He politely insists, soothing the hickey he's left on you with his tongue.

"We were in the same room the whole time, love." You retort, though his warm, wet mouth is feeling pretty damn good right now.

"You know what I mean, Y/N." He says seriously, turning you around in his grip to face him. He's not wearing that usual sly expression he does when he's trying to seduce you, he actually looks quite sad.

"I know." You nod, realizing how far away you've kept yourself from him today. You've been by his side the whole time, but it felt like millions of miles between you. "I'm sorry." You add with a sigh, pausing your undressing to put your hands on his shoulders.

"It's okay, babydoll." He gives you a small smile. "You know...I can do all the work if you want." That signature smirk returns to his lips, tempting you to give him anything he wants.

"Eddie, I love you. But I'm exhausted. I can't imagine I'd be very fun right now." You answer, though you can't help feeling guilty for telling him no.

"That's okay. Can I at least get a kiss?" He asks innocently.

"I think I can manage that." You giggle, bringing your face closer to his. Your lips meet, and his tongue immediately worms its way into your mouth. You moan quietly at him exploring you the way he always does. The way that makes your knees go weak without fail. His hands venture downwards, grabbing your ass roughly. As nice as this all is, you don't think Eddie is exactly listening right now. You know it's been hard for him these last few days, you've barely had any time for yourselves with how busy you've been. "Eddie." You pull away, giving him a warning look. You can tell he's pushing your buttons, pulling out the tricks to make you cave.

"Please." Eddie begs, raising a hand to cup your cheek. He knows he should give it a rest, you've already rejected him twice. But he wants you so badly, and to help you feel better after the rough day you've had. He's also been feeling rather frustrated lately, all the stress has been getting to him more than he thought it would. He can sense it in you, too. The underlying aggravation bubbling to the surface. You've been short-tempered and moody, and crying a lot. You both need this, he can feel it.

"Fine! Since you can't take 'no' for an answer. Take off your clothes and lay the fuck down." You nearly shout, maybe playing rough with him can ease the intense anger you're feeling at this moment. You squirm out of Eddie's hold, almost scowling at him as you do so. You turn away, continuing to undress. You frustratingly take off your jacket and blouse, haphazardly hanging them up in the closet. You kick your shoes off, and unzip your skirt.

"We don't have to do this if一" Eddie starts to apologize, realizing he's overstepped this time. He wasn't meaning to disrespect your wishes, or make you upset with him.

"Just shut up and do what I asked." You cut him off. He wants this so bad? Then he's sure as shit gonna get it.

"Okay." Eddie says softly, undoing his necktie.

You don't dare look at Eddie as he undresses, you just might slap him for pressing you on this. You don't really understand why you're doing this at all, you should've kept strong and said ‘no’ a third time. But you didn't. Because as much as he's pissed me off, I actually want to fuck his brains out. Having him inside me feels like the answer, the one way to bring me back down to earth. You sigh at your own thought, shoving your skirt and stockings down your legs to get them off. You hang up the skirt, leaving the pantyhose on the floor for now. You face Eddie once more, finding him completely nude on the bed, his cock stiff and already leaking precum. You climb onto the mattress, and straddle his thighs. You reach over to the bedside table to pick up the handcuffs resting there. "Hands up." You order, your eyes piercing his with lustful rage.

He does as you ask, lifting his hands together above his head. You click the cuffs in place, a little too tight. "Shit." Eddie hisses.

"You've been a bad boy, Eddie." You say flatly, almost glaring at him as he lays underneath you. He gazes up at you in fear, wondering how rough you're going to be with him. You grab hold of his mouth, squishing his lips together. "Say it." You command, getting a little wet at the power you're exerting over him.

"I've been a bad boy, sweetheart." Eddie answers as best he can within your grip, his cock twitching at how dominant you are. His heart pounds inside his chest, curious what your next move is going to be.

"That's right. You didn't listen to me when I said no, did you?" You question him sternly, reaching your free hand down between your bodies to take hold of his cock. He groans at the sensation, which hitches up into a whine when you squeeze him a tad too hard. "Answer me!" You shout in his face, making him flinch.

"I-I didn't listen. I'm sorry." Eddie stutters, becoming simultaneously more afraid of 一and turned on by一 you with every passing second.

"Have you learned your lesson, baby?" You ask darkly, eating up every pathetic expression and noise he makes. He's completely at your mercy, and you can tell by his dick dripping onto your hand that he's enjoying his punishment. He nods at you, but he needs to use his words. "HAVE YOU?" You shout again as you dig your nails into his shaft a bit, just enough to get him to cooperate. Your pussy throbs at the perfect little cry of pain he emits in response.

"Fuck! I've learned my lesson, Y/N! I swear! I'll never disobey you again!" He practically spews the words out, wanting the sting of your nails in his cock to stop. You let him free from the vice that is your angered hand, and he sighs in relief. "Jesus christ." He breathes, he's really set you off this time.

"Good boy." You coo, lowering yourself over him to give him a hungry kiss. Your lips mash harshly against his, your tongue quickly defeating his own for dominance. While you attempt to devour him with your mouth, you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra. It comes undone easily in your hand, and you clumsily slip the straps down your shoulders to toss it away. You carefully bite down on Eddie's tongue, making him gasp against you. You lift yourself up on your knees, having to end the kiss to maintain your balance. You pull off your panties, letting him see how wet you are. Your arousal glistens in the lamplight, making his eyes widen.

"Can I taste you, baby?" Eddie asks with need, licking his lips at your delicious pussy on display.

"Sure." You answer with a mischievous grin. But instead of positioning your cunt over his face, you look down at your damp panties that are still clutched within your hand. You give him a smug look, and bring the silken fabric up to his lips. "Open that pretty mouth for me, Eds." You command, still smiling so unbelievably wide. He doesn't know how to respond, but his mouth opens up to accept your underwear inside it just the same. You shove them past his lips in a big bunch, making him gag.

"Mm." He tries his best not to choke, his saliva wetting the fabric even more then you already have. He gets a small taste of your sweet nectar, but it's not nearly enough.

"How's that taste?" You ask teasingly, earning a glare from him. "I'd watch the attitude if I were you." You warn him once more, but the fire burning in your eyes tells him it's his final one. He sighs, giving you a sorry look and a nod. "That's better. Now, I'm gonna take my time with you. I think it's only fair that we do things my way, since you can't behave yourself." You speak to him, a very one-sided conversation. It's more like you're talking at him. There will be no negotiation, no input from Eddie whatsoever. You're going to use him how you want to, and he's going to lay there and take it.

You lean over for the small drawer in the nightstand, pulling the little knob to open it. You take a look inside at your collection of toys, settling on the vibrator Eddie bought you for one of your anniversaries. Stiff, silver plastic, with a black base where the battery goes. It's simple, but very effective with its singular speed setting. You pick it up, showing it to Eddie as you scoot backwards to the other end of the bed. "Mmm." Eddie tries to speak through the panties in his mouth, begging for you to let him loose so he can show you just how sorry he is. But it's no use.

"Sorry, Eds. You're just gonna have to wait." You say simply, shrugging your shoulders. You position yourself on the edge of the mattress, and spread your legs nice and wide. This way, he can see everything, while being unable to do anything about it. He moans at the sight of your dripping pussy, as well as your gorgeous body positioned for his viewing pleasure. Or is it torture?

You twist the bottom of the vibrator, and it buzzes to life. You turn it downwards in your hand, bringing the slightly pointed end toward your cunt. The tip of the toy brushes over your clit, making your thighs jolt at the powerful stimulation. "Fuck." You gasp. You focus your gaze between your legs, and purposely press the toy against your sensitive bud. You moan loudly, eyes falling shut for a moment. It feels so good, and you're getting extremely wet already. You open your eyes again, finding Eddie staring you down. He's watching your every move, his dick unbearably hard. "Do you wish it was you making me feel this good, love?" You ask, slowly moving the toy up and down your slit.

"Mhm." Eddie replies, nodding his head.

"Mmm, so do I, baby." You whimper, sliding the vibrator inside your throbbing hole. "Oh my god...Eddie." You whine his name, unable to help yourself. You've been trying to punish him, but your desire is starting to overwhelm your mind. You pump the toy in and out of yourself at a careful pace. You let Eddie hear all your needy moans and curses, occasionally looking to see how much more red the tip of his cock has become. The delicious vibrations fill you up completely, your insides twisting to form a writhing ball of bliss.

"Mmmf." Eddie mumbles, the fabric of your panties completely soaked through with his spit now. He's struggling to keep them from going down his throat, or getting stuck to the roof of his mouth.

"Do you want me to take the gag out, Eddie?" You ask, pausing your self-pleasure for a moment. He nods frantically, and you sigh. "Alright, but you better behave yourself." You pull the vibrator out of your cunt, and crawl over to take the panties out of his mouth. You toss them on the floor, and Eddie swallows hard.

"Thank you. I almost swallowed those." He says, very grateful that you didn't let him choke to death.

"And what a shame that would be." You reply flatly, returning to your previous position. You resume your actions, wasting no time in pushing the vibrator back into your slick pussy. "Shit." Your walls throb around the plastic, eating up the powerful buzz.

"Are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, drawing your eyes to his again.

"Yes." You sigh blissfully, picking up the pace a little. A loud moan escapes your lips, making Eddie's cock twitch again. Every sound you make drives him insane. He's so goddamn hard, he might just explode. He wants to feel your lips around him, or be buried deep inside you. But your persistence in getting yourself off tells him he's not receiving anything of the sort for quite some time.

"I can see how wet you are, baby. Fuck, I wish I could touch you." He says desperately, his mouth watering at the drips of arousal spilling out of you with every thrust of the vibrator.

"You should've thought of that before ignoring my wishes, love." You reply, keeping his gaze. His words draw you closer to the edge, your heart recognizing that unbelievably horny and adoring tone of his that you love so much.

"I know, angel." He says apologetically, his eyes flicking downward.

"Look at me, Eds." You command softly. He does as you ask, and you give him a small smile. "Talk to me, baby. Help me cum." You speak lovingly, requesting his assistance. You can't possibly stay mad at him, not when he's so genuinely sorry for what he did.

"Gettin' close already, princess?" He asks, a light smirk forming on his face. He keeps himself in check, still following your orders. He messed up, and he'll gladly pay the price to make it right.

"Uh-huh, it feels so good." You whimper, pulling the toy out of your pussy to focus on your clit a little more.

"I know it does, baby. I can tell by those beautiful noises you're making." Eddie speaks sweetly, admiring your shallow breaths and twitching thighs. You're so close, and he can't wait to see you make a big mess. "Can you come here, sweetheart?" He asks politely, as an interesting idea has popped into his head.

"Why?" You question, a little too focused on your oncoming orgasm to think about moving.

"I want you to cum on my face. Please?" He pleads as you're just about to lose it.

"Okay. Since you asked nicely." You grin, scrambling over to kneel your pussy directly above him. You keep the vibrator at work on your bundle of nerves along the way, hitting some very nice angles as you do so. "Fuck, I'm so close, Eds." You moan, peering down at him in this position. He takes you all in, and you're the most wonderful thing he's ever seen. Your glistening cunt just inches away from his hungry mouth, the toy you're clutching in your palm to stimulate your clit. Your free hand grasping the headboard to keep yourself upright, and your beautiful face twisting in ecstasy while you let out such vulgar noises.

"That's it, babydoll. Damn, you're absolutely perfect." He coos lustfully, wishing he could stroke your thighs, or bury his head between your legs. But he'll be a good boy for you and wait his turn.

"Oh, god...I'm almost there, Eds." You whine, the waves of pleasure rolling over you in preparation for the oncoming tsunami.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Make a mess all over me." Eddie encourages you as best he can, eagerly awaiting the taste of you on his tongue.

"You're such a filthy boy, baby. So desperate to taste my cum." You chuckle through your moans.

"Only for you, princess. I love being your little cum-slut." He doesn't fully register what he's saying, but he doesn't really care. He's too needy for some semblance of contact.

"You'd better open wide then, Eddie. FUCK!" You cry out as you lose control, your eyes rolling back into your skull. Your thighs tremble, and your nails dig into the headboard. A gush of juices rushes from your pussy, splashing loudly onto Eddie's face.

"Holy shit." The warm liquid covers him entirely, running down his neck and chest and soaking his hair. He tries to swallow what he can, but most of it goes everywhere but his thirsty lips. Despite not getting his fill, what he does get is more than enough to make him blow his load. His cock has been aching and dripping all over the place since you started this little game, and having you drench him has finally sent him over the edge. He gasps quietly, his hips jolting upwards as his cum spurts out in thick ropes that land on his stomach and thighs.

You move the vibrator away from your pussy, twisting the bottom to shut it off before dropping it on the bed. "Jesus christ." You pant, struggling to continue kneeling above Eddie as your high subsides. You gaze down at him, finding him completely covered in your release with a massive smile on his face. "I take it you had fun?" You ask, noticing he's looking a little...extra happy.

"I did, princess. I always do when I'm with you." Eddie answers sweetly.

"You came, didn't you?" You question accusingly.

"Well, you didn't tell me not to." He shrugs.

"I don't suppose I did. Looks like we won't have to keep going, then." You get down off the bed, calling an end to your playtime. You weren't going to leave Eddie hanging, but you see no real reason to continue. You both got what you needed, so you're done. You dig around for the keys to the handcuffs, and let Eddie out once you find them. "I'm gonna take a shower." You say flatly, heading for the door.

"Yeah, we should definitely clean up." He adds casually, standing up to follow you. You stop in your tracks, turning around to face him.

"No." You shake your head. "I'm gonna shower alone." You insist, and the hurt reads all over Eddie's face.

"Baby, I一" He starts. You don't even know what he's going to try to say, but you don't want to hear it.

"Just stop, Eddie. Please." You step closer to him, taking hold of his hands for a moment. You look deep into his eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. You need him to hear this, because you're only going to say it once. Once. "Look, I know you didn't mean to pressure me, Eddie. I know you don't have any bad intentions towards me, alright?" You pause, needing him to understand you aren't thinking poorly of him. "But when I say 'no', I fucking mean it. It does not mean that you ask me again. It does not mean I need you to convince me. Even though I wanted this, I still said no. Because I've had a shit day, and I'm fucking exhausted. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Y/N. I'm so sorry." Eddie says sadly, nodding his head while choking back tears.

"Good. And if you ever do that again, you will lose me. No more chances." You drop his hands without another word, resuming your path to the bathroom. You close and lock the door behind you, needing to shut the world out for a moment. You know Eddie won't try to bother you when you said you need to be alone. It's just an extra measure to help you feel safe. You go to the shower to turn on the faucet, and sit on the toilet while you wait for the water to warm up.

You space out for a bit, not even realizing you're crying until you see the small puddle of tears forming below you on the tile floor. You're feeling...strange. Like you're sad, and angry, and ashamed of yourself. You never thought Eddie would push you like this, you feel betrayed. You know he didn't mean it like that, he's just so used to you melting right into him every single time. He made a mistake, and he's probably beating himself up about it right now.

Despite all of this, you can't help being reminded of how Tommy used to do this to you. He'd beg over and over, not hearing your numerous answers of 'no'. He'd paw at you endlessly, regardless of how many times you'd swat his hands away. And at worst, he'd get angry and push you against the wall, demanding you give him what he wants. It always felt like the final opportunity to willingly give it, before he'd take it for himself. So you did the only thing you could to have some semblance of control. You caved, you let him in. And the entire time, you were just waiting for it to be over, keeping yourself somewhere far away so you didn't have to see or feel any of it. You suppose it's a good thing Tommy didn't have nearly as much stamina as Eddie does, it made things far easier to disassociate from.

You sob as quietly as you can, stepping into the hot water to wash this all away. You try to calm yourself down as the water soaks your expended body, Eddie will worry if he sees that you've been crying. You can never tell him any of the things you've been thinking about just now. It'll crush him to hear that in this one unfortunate misstep, he became your awful ex.

Part 33.2: Cover Me

Saturday, August 16th, 1989

"Sweetheart, you've gotta get out of bed." Eddie says softly, shaking your shoulder through the thick comforter. It's almost noon on Saturday morning, and you refuse to get up. He's usually all for staying in bed and cuddling, but he hasn't even gotten that. You barely said another word to him after you finished your shower last night, and you've curled up on your side of the bed with your back to him all night. No goodnight kiss, no spooning. Nothing. He knows you're awake, because every time he tries to take the blanket off of you, you snatch it right up again and bury yourself deeper into it.

"Just leave me alone. I don't feel good." You say finally. You've been avoiding saying anything to him at all, for fear of breaking down entirely.

"Can I get you anything, princess? I can make you some soup or something." He offers, wishing he knew what was wrong. Sure, he knows he royally fucked up last night. But he thought it was resolved once you'd laid it all out for him.

"No." You manage to squeak out the word, a fresh batch of tears breaking free from your eyes. You can't hold yourself back anymore, you've already staved off many bouts of sobbing throughout the night for fear of waking him up. Your body shakes as muted cries fall from you, and the facade is shattered away.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Eddie asks, unsure what to do. He didn't mean to make you so upset. He didn't mean to hurt you. He feels awful, and he wants to make it all better. He'll do anything to understand. He climbs back in bed, carefully rolling you over onto your back to look at him. He expects to find your face, but he's met instead with your hands bunching the blanket to continue hiding yourself away. "You're scaring me, princess. I dunno what's wrong. Just一 please, talk to me."

"I can't, Eddie. You don't understand." You sob, clutching the covers with all your might as he tries to pry them away. You don't want to do this. You just want to be left alone.

"But I want to understand, Y/N. I can't do that if you don't tell me what the problem is." He insists, choking back his own tears. His heart aches with worry for you, you've never been this bad before. You're completely shutting down, breaking into teeny tiny pieces. And he's unsure if he'll be able to put you back together this time.

"I can't do it, Eddie. I don't want you to feel bad, or to hate me. Please don't make me do this." You cry harder than you ever have before, desperately wanting this all to go away. You want to take back the awful thoughts that have plagued your mind all night. You want to take back the mental comparison you made between Eddie and Tommy. You wish so badly to just go back to normal and pretend it never happened.

"Y/N, I promise I could never hate you. Please, talk to me. I can handle it, whatever it is." Eddie begs, a couple stray tears rolling down his cheeks. You've never sounded this distressed, so...terrified to tell him what's making you so upset. He's becoming a little afraid of what you might say, but he won't rest until he fixes this. He stops tugging on the blankets, and carefully lays down beside you on the bed. He gently wraps his arms around your cocooned body, pulling you closer to let you know that you're safe with him. "Please, baby. I love you so much, I just want to help you." He sniffles, and your heart sinks at the sadness in his voice. Now you've made him cry, and you haven't even said the awful, terrible thing yet. "Please." He whispers, his breath stuttering as he waits for you to answer him.

"Okay." You blubber, though you truly don't want to do this. Your stomach is doing somersaults, unsettled by your strenuous sobs. You slowly, painfully tell Eddie about how his actions last night reminded you of Tommy. You stay hidden in the blanket as you speak, unable to look him in the eye. You can only imagine the pained expressions on his face, which makes you feel sick.

Eddie doesn't say anything, listening in shock as you liken him to that disgusting asshole. Part of him wants to be angry at you for saying these things, part of him wants to scream and shout about how he would never treat you the way Tommy did. But the sheer agony in your tone as you admit these things to him, how much it must kill you to even think and feel them at all...he realizes that you're right. He pushed you, when he shouldn't have. He ignored your wishes, putting his wants over your needs. In his stupid, selfish moment, he was no better than Tommy fucking Hagan. And that thought makes him wish he could take it all back, or go back in time and kick his own ass for making you feel this way. He sits in silence for a moment once you're finished, soaking in every last word.

"Fuck, Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry." He says finally, fully breaking down. He squeezes you tight, burying his head against your blanket-clothed neck. "I swear I'll never make you feel like that again, baby. I promise. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He's almost babbling now, heartfelt apologies pouring out of him uncontrollably. His body shudders against your own, the two of you now trembling together in a bundle of limbs.

"Eddie..." You start, trying to wriggle your head out of your defensive nest. You manage to get your face free, speaking again. "Eddie, it's okay." Your words draw his head up to look at you. You spend a moment gazing at each other, finding red, splotchy skin and wet, puffy eyes, as well as trembling lower lips. You're both a complete mess. "I know you didn't mean to make me feel that way, love." You say as sweetly as you can, still crying so hard that your throat hurts.

"But I should've listened to you, Y/N. And I'm sorry that I didn't. I'm a total asshole for that." He replies, just as broken apart as you.

"It was a mistake, Eds. You know better now. And as much as this has sucked, I'm glad I told you how I felt about it." You say, trying your best to calm yourself down.

"I'm glad you did too, sweetheart. I don't ever want you to hide when you're hurting. Even if I'm the reason for it." He gives you a weak smile, leaning in to give you a kiss. You happily take it, letting the sadness slowly wash away as his lips move in sync with yours. He pulls away after a moment, the both of you sharing a loving glance. "You know, you're pretty adorable wrapped up in a blanket like this. Well, besides the tears." He chuckles, wiping his face and yours.

"Really?" You ask with a giggle.

"Yeah, you're like a cute little caterpillar." He teases, finding amusement in how silly you look with nothing but your face poking out of the bundle you're currently encased in.

"Ugh, you're such a dork sometimes!" You laugh, wriggling against him to somehow get even closer to him than you already are.

"Says the one resembling an insect!" He retorts with a cheeky grin. You stick your tongue out at him, having nothing better to reply with. "Better put that back in your mouth, sweetheart." He warns.

"Or what?" You egg him on, which probably isn't the best move considering you're trapped in his grasp.

"Or I might just bite it off!" He chomps his teeth dramatically, lowering his head to bite at the blanket while making goofy growling noises.

"Eddie! Quit it! You're being ridiculous!" You squeal in delight, giggling as he playfully nips at every part of your head through the covers. "Eddie! Ah!" He continues on, biting away until you're both red in the face from laughter.

"You hungry, angel?" Eddie asks once you both calm down. It's so weird, you started off this day so sad, and now you're playing around together like you usually do.

"Mmm, yes. Starving." You answer, your stomach growling at the idea of food.

"Well, c'mon then. No more sulking in bed for you." He stops holding you, instead pulling the blanket open to reveal your sweat-soaked body. All the crying and laughing has left you overheated, along with Eddie keeping you close in his arms. You finally get out of bed for the day, following your love to the kitchen. You hop up onto the counter, watching him go to the fridge to scrounge up something for lunch.

"You ready for court on Monday, Eds?" You ask, plucking the subject out of the air as you can't think of what else to say.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Eddie replies, pulling out some ham, cheese and mayo for sandwiches. He hasn't eaten today yet either, he's been too busy worrying about you. He tosses the items casually on the counter, opening the cabinet for a couple plates. He meets your eyes for a moment, finding a doubtful expression on your face. "I'm gonna do fine, Y/N. I've been over it with Murray a million times. I'm not gonna blow this, because you need me." He says seriously, a bit annoyed at your uncertainty.

"I know, baby. I don't mean anything by it. It's just...when you're actually up there in front of everyone, it's really overwhelming." You explain yourself, hoping he's not insulted. Despite your mish-mash of anxiety and confidence, the overall experience of testifying in court is unlike anything else you've been through. It makes you feel...exposed. It's like every question cuts you down the middle, pulling open thick layers of flesh to reveal all the nasty bits pulsing away inside for everyone to see.

"I'm well aware, sweetheart. It's not exactly my first rodeo." Eddie replies, no particular tone in his voice. He's too focused on spreading mayo on slices of Wonderbread, and thinking about what you said earlier. He understands that fixating on it isn't a great idea, but it's more that he wants to make damn sure he never makes the same mistake. I can't ever forget the pain in her voice, and I can't ever make her sound like that again, he thinks to himself as he closes the sandwiches with the final pieces of bread. "Here we are, late breakfast of champions." He jokes, sliding one of the plates over to you.

"Thanks. And I'm sure you're gonna do great. Then, once you're finished, we don't have to go back there until the verdict." You reply sweetly, picking up your sandwich and taking a large bite.

"So, what shall we do today, angel?" Eddie asks while chewing.

"Well, I've actually got a couple assignments to catch up on." You answer, and he rolls his eyes. "It'll take a half hour at most, Eds. Then we can cuddle on the couch and watch TV."

"Okay." He sighs, taking another bite. He doesn't want to leave you alone for a single second. He can't quell his desire to shower you with endless love after what he's put you through. To put this desire to good use, he hatches a plan. He'll take a little trip to the store while you're doing your homework, and come back with some things to cheer you up. You finish up eating, and Eddie puts the plates in the sink. He walks you over to the couch, where your textbooks and other school items rest on the coffee table before it. "Oh, I've gotta get some smokes from the store. Do you want anything, sweetheart?" He asks casually.

"Um, I dunno...tampons, I guess?" You shrug as you sit down and open one of your books.

"Almost that time again, huh?" He questions.

"Yep. Same as always, Eds. Do you know what kind to get?" You continue to look down at your textbook, locating the assigned questions you need to answer.

"Of course, angel. Anything else?"

"A kiss before you go?" You raise your head to give him a warm smile.

"You can always have one of those, babydoll." Eddie grins, stepping closer to you. He leans down, pressing a brief kiss to your lips. "I'll be back soon. Don't have too much fun without me, bookworm." He chuckles lowly, standing upright to head for the door.

"I won't." You giggle, returning to your class work. You hear the door to the apartment open and close, and the place falls silent. Arwen is napping in her cat bed, and there's nothing else to hear except the scratching of your pencil against the open page of your notebook. It does feel a little too quiet without Eddie here, but at least you'll be able to focus on getting the work done. As much as you love him, he can be very persistent in distracting you. You don't really mind, it's nice to feel desired and wanted. But you have no intention of flunking your senior year of college just so Eddie can make you cum for the millionth time.

You use the sliver of time that you have to yourself to your advantage, finishing your work in half the time you originally anticipated. Now you can sit back, relax, and wait for your rambunctious boyfriend to come home to you. You lay down on the couch, pulling the light blanket resting on top of it over yourself. You'd been ignoring it before, but you're feeling pretty damn tired. Staying up all night trying not to cry will do that to a person. You settle in, resting your head on your arm and closing your eyes. A short nap is definitely needed after your little ordeal.

"I'm back, princess. I've brought something special for you." You hear Eddie's voice speaking softly to you through your slumber. Your eyes flutter open, finding him sitting on the very edge of the couch with a plastic bag in his lap.

"I don't think tampons are really all that special, Eddie." You say with a sleepy laugh.

"I agree. I did get you those, but I also brought these." He replies, bringing a bouquet of pink daisies from behind his back.

"You're too sweet, baby." You say sweetly, sitting up to take the flowers in your grasp.

"That's not all. I also brought you some chocolate." He pulls out your favorite candy bars from the bag, setting them in your lap. "And some vanilla chapstick, your favorite." He puts the little tube of balm in your lap as well, smiling wide.

"Thank you, Eds. This is really thoughtful." You give him a small kiss, expressing your gratitude. He went out of his way to brighten your day, one of the many reasons why you love him so much.

"Here, let me put the flowers in some water. Lay back down, angel. I know you're tired." Eddie continues to dote on you, practically leaping off the couch to put the daisies in a tall glass. You do as he kindly instructs, putting the candy and chapstick on the table first. You'd hate to squish or melt any of it. You close your eyes and listen to him running the faucet and fussing with the flowers, hearing his footsteps return to you. "There we go. Wanna make some room, baby?" He asks, taking off his shoes.

"Of course, I need some snuggles from my perfect boyfriend." You coo, scooting towards the back of the couch to let him in, making grabby hands afterwards.

"I try my best, princess." He grins, wasting no time in joining you under the blanket and pulling you close to him. "I really missed this last night, Y/N." He says, sounding rather sad about it.

"So did I, Eds. I'm sorry for hiding away again." You say apologetically, nuzzling your head against his chest.

"It's okay, love. I definitely earned it this time." He replies calmly, letting old habits slide for the time being. He gently strokes your hair, listening to the light hums you let out in response. "You got all your work done?" He asks in a whisper, recognizing your body relaxing against his as you start to drift off again.

"Mhm. In only fifteen minutes." You almost mumble, struggling to stay awake to maintain this conversation.

"That's my girl." He says proudly, letting you float away to dreamland. He wouldn't mind a small nap himself. But he wants to hold you close and keep you safe more than anything else. So he'll just lay here with you, listening to your deep breathing like it's the most beautiful music in the world.

Eddie proceeds to spend the rest of the weekend and remainder of the trial making amends. He starts off strong by making your favorite meals every single night. Lasagna, chicken pot pies, stir fry, the list goes on. He's on his very best behavior on Monday, testifying calmly and confidently without a single hint of attitude to be found on his person. He does far better than you've ever seen him before. Eddie keeps it in his head that he can't let Tommy hurt you again by walking out of the courtroom a free man. No amount of pointed questions or snide comments from Gary Keegan slips him up, he's like an entirely different person up there. Like his usual hot-headedness has been surgically removed. You'd find that a bit eerie, if you didn't absolutely need him to perform in such a way.

Once Monday is over and done with, Eddie doesn't stop the love-fest. He gives you your peace and quiet to do your schoolwork every afternoon, and then rewards you with the best head you've ever had once you're done. You certainly reciprocate, and yank him down the hallway to your shared bed practically every night. But he lets that be your decision entirely, expecting nothing in return for his affections. There's plenty of tender intimacy on top of everything else, too. Forehead kisses, constant snuggling, and every pet name imaginable falls from his lips at all the perfect moments. It's like he knows exactly when you need his kind words the most, and it melts your heart into a puddle every time.

Friday, September 22nd, 1989

Then the time finally arrives, the day you've been waiting for 一and dreading一 ever since you pressed charges against Tommy Hagan. Verdict day. The jury has just finished deliberating after a very long four hours. You've been in classes most of the day, waiting for the call to come through. The phone rang the second you walked in the door to the apartment, and Murray told you to rush over to the courthouse immediately. You practically pulled Eddie out the door by his ear, eager to see this thing finally come to an end. You hopped in the van, and found everyone making their way inside the building at the same time. The entire Hawk staff, your friends, your mother. Everyone promptly found their seats, eagerly awaiting Tommy's sentence.

And now, here you sit. Waiting for the jurors to return to the room, waiting for the judge to take his place. Any minute now. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you fidget nervously with your fingers. Eddie keeps his arm wrapped around you to help you stay relaxed. "What's taking so long?" You whisper to him, avoiding Tommy's deathly stare. He's been attempting to intimidate you again from the second you walked in here, but you refuse to acknowledge him at all.

"I'm sure they'll be out soon, angel. Just relax. They'll convict the son of a bitch, and his shithead dad. Then, we'll be done with it. Once and for all." Eddie speaks to you quietly, hiding his own anxiety. He knows you've both done exceptionally well on the stand, as have your numerous witnesses. But there's still a chance that the Hagans could be found innocent, despite all the odds. The justice system is funny that way.

"Okay." You reply, just as the jurors are led back into the room. The bailiff orders you all to rise, and the judge enters. You sit back down, and the final scene of this fucked up drama plays out.

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" The judge booms, and the juror closest to him stands up. She's a middle-aged woman, in a floral-print dress that goes to her ankles. Her hair is a vibrant red, styled in a thoroughly hair-sprayed coif. She appears to be a housewife, a woman who might be sympathetic to your plight. That's a good sign. Right?

"We have, your honor." The woman says, handing off the decision her and the rest of the jury have made to the bailiff. The bailiff then gives it to the judge to look it over. He opens the folded piece of paper, and nods in approval. He doesn't hold any particular expression, so you cannot glean any hints from his face. He hands it back, and moves things along. "Will the defendants please rise?" He instructs. The Hagans stand up, along with their lawyer. Your heart lurches as the time draws nearer. It's now or never, justice or no justice. Which has the jury of Tommy's peers chosen? "How do you find the defendants?" The judge asks, addressing the female juror once more. She turns her head to look at Tommy and his father as she speaks.

"We find the defendants..." A dramatic pause, something you assumed only happens on TV. The woman swallows hard, which makes you nervous all over again. Did they let him off after all? Are they robbing you of justice? Are you going to live your life in fear of the Hagans now? You grab hold of Eddie's hand, squeezing it hard as you wait for this unbearable freeze in time to pass. "We find the defendants guilty on all charges." The woman finally says, to which almost the entire room erupts in cheers and applause. All your fear and anxiety falls away, leaving you feeling weightless.

"Order, order! Settle down! We're not done yet!" The judge shouts, banging his gavel to get everyone to shut up. The noise dies down, and he takes a moment to say his piece. "I want to say something to you, young man." The judge says, pointing to Tommy. "And I hope your father hears my words just as clearly. I hope you know that not only does the law find your repeated attacks and abuse on Ms. Henderson deplorable, but society at large does not find your actions in any way acceptable. You may have found it beneficial for you, to a point, hiding behind your money and your privilege to get away with some truly ugly behavior. I shudder to think if there's any other young women you may have done this to, or how many this court has potentially saved from your wretched hands. I hope you think long and hard about your choices from the comfort of your prison cell. Then perhaps when you are released, you'll know how to treat your fellow men and women respectfully. Court is dismissed. And I'll see you both at sentencing, where I have absolutely no plans for leniency."

The judge bangs the gavel one last time, effectively putting the final nail in the Hagan family coffin. Jack and Tommy are taken away, looking utterly defeated. You're surprised they're going down without a fight. Though you suppose they were so confident in being found innocent, that they haven't come to terms with the possibility of this outcome. They're led through a door on the left side of the courtroom, on the way to be locked up until their sentencing hearing. You have no intention of attending said hearing, you won't have to worry about the Hagans for a very long time.

"We did it, Y/N!" Eddie cheers, standing up from his seat. He picks you up, spinning you around in his arms.

"We really did, Eds!" You reply with a happy giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. The courtroom begins to clear out around you, but Murray and your friends stay behind to check in on you.

"Well, I think it goes without saying that this went extremely well." Murray says once he approaches your group.

"Thank you, Murray. We really couldn't have done this without you." You say kindly, leaving Eddie to give your lawyer a hug.

"It's no trouble at all. It's rewarding enough to see a bastard like Tommy behind bars. And to make Gary Keegan squirm in his overpriced suit." He chuckles, briefly returning your embrace.

"I'm so proud of you, sugarpuff." Mom says. "And you too, Eddie. I know this whole thing was really hard for you both." She adds, giving Eddie a bright smile. She's so grateful for him helping you through all of this, who knows what you would've been like trying to do this all on your own.

"Thanks, Mom. And thank you, all of you, for helping us. It means the world, really." You address the group as a whole, overcome with joy. Tears start springing from your eyes, though these ones are far more happy than you've had in a good while.

"And we'd do it a thousand times over again if we had too, Y/N. That's what friends are for." Steve says on behalf of everyone, gaining many nods and murmurs of agreement.

"Alright, well. We'd better ship out, they need the room. But, it's been a pleasure, and I'm very happy with how this worked out. I wish you all the best, and I'm always around if you need any other help." Murray brings this little powwow to a close, gently ushering all of you out of the room.

"We'll see you tomorrow night, Y/N. Should we bring anything?" Robin asks, referring to the housewarming party you're having at your apartment. It's just a small get-together, really. But Robin and the others have insisted upon it. They want to see your new place, and have a little drink to catch up.

"You can bring whatever you want. It's no big deal, really." You answer casually.

"I'm definitely bringing some wine, then. You look like you could use a drink...or maybe a few." Nancy says, drawing light laughs from your group as you make your way out of the courthouse.

"You've got that right!" You exclaim as you descend the steps toward the parking lot. You and Eddie say goodbye to everyone for the day, very much looking forward to going home and resting. The drive home is quiet, but you feel extraordinarily happy with the result of the trial. Tommy got what he deserved, and he won't be able to hurt you or anyone else for a very long time.

"You feel like celebrating, sweetheart?" Eddie asks as he unlocks the door to your apartment. You can hear Arwen mewing on the other side, her ears trained to recognize the jingling of keys as a signal of her parents coming home.

"Yeah, I'd say we've earned it after all the bullshit we've been through." You answer, following close behind him once he opens the door. The cat mews even louder once she sees you both, weaving between your legs and begging to be picked up.

"Aw, did someone miss her daddy?" Eddie coos to Arwen, hoisting her up to give her some snuggles. She nuzzles her head against his neck, purring incessantly.

"She's definitely got separation anxiety. I always feel bad leaving her here all alone." You say, giggling at the adorable display before you. Eddie gives the cat scratches behind her ears and on the top of her head, making loving little noises at her with pouty lips while he does so.

"She's a big girl, she can handle it." Eddie replies, letting Arwen back on the floor when she starts to squirm. It seems she's had her fill, wanting to pace around the floor instead of cuddling. She's grown more finicky about constant attention lately. It could be from adjusting to the move, or her becoming an adult cat. She's not a baby anymore, that's for sure.

"I know. But her little kitty cries kill me every time." You say softly, putting yourself before him. You put your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body against his.

"How do you feel, angel? Now that Tommy is getting his, I mean." Eddie asks seriously.

"Relieved, for sure. I was worried we'd be dealing with them for the rest of our lives, honestly." You laugh dryly, realizing how sad that notion is.

"There's more, though. Isn't there?" He continues, knowing all too well when you aren't telling him everything.

You nod, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Nothing gets past him. "I guess it doesn't feel real yet, in a way. Like I'll wake up tomorrow and the trial isn't over. Or the verdict didn't go our way." Eddie doesn't respond, giving you an odd look. "It's stupid, I know." You shake your head, minimizing your feelings.

"It's not stupid, Y/N. This whole thing has been surreal, and fucked up. But I think after you sleep on it and see tomorrow that it really did happen, you won't feel that way anymore." He assures you, putting his hands on your waist.

"You're probably right." You give him a small smile, leaning up to kiss him. He meets you halfway, humming quietly at your warmth. "On another note, you mentioned something about celebrating?" You ask breathily between kisses, your eyes meeting his for a moment. Lustful hunger burns within your pupils, your sliver of a smile growing into a grin. He nods, his expression quickly matching yours. "C'mon, then. We've only got all night." You say gleefully, taking his hand to lead him down the hall to your bedroom. You push him back onto the bed once you enter the room, straddling his lap once he's settled on the edge.

"Someone's eager." Eddie chuckles, grabbing large handfuls of your ass. You moan quietly at his touch, rolling your hips against him out of reflex.

"Can you really blame me, baby? Things are finally going our way, and I don't want to waste a single second of that." You reply, moving Eddie's hair aside and lowering your head to kiss his neck. You nibble on his flesh, drawing a low groan from his lips.

"Fuck, neither do I, sweetheart." He sighs, grabbing your ass even harder. You can feel him growing underneath you, his stiff cock rubbing against your pussy through your clothes as you continue to grind.

You slowly work your lips upwards, leaving open-mouthed kisses in your wake. You pull away once you reach his chin, speaking in his ear. "Mm, I am gonna fuck your brains out, Eds." You say seductively, biting on his earlobe. You keep teasing him with your words, drawing more little groans and grunts from him. "Gonna make you cum with my mouth...and my pussy...and maybe even my ass, if you're a good boy for me. Over and over until you're begging me to stop." You practically moan in his ear, spouting off every last way you plan to drive him wild. You're turning yourself on with your own verbalizations, arousal spreading quickly through your panties.

"God, I love it when you're extra slutty for me, babydoll." He says, noticing just how needy your movements on him are becoming. You're desperately marking up his neck, and practically riding him through your clothes. He leads you to move faster in his grip, his cock twitching at the pretty noises you let out.

"Baby, I need you..." You whimper, quickly becoming extremely riled up. You have the intense desire to tear off his clothes, but you're also far too comfortable in your current position.

"I need you too, sweetheart. But I want you to make yourself cum first, just like this. You deserve a head start." He says sweetly, ushering your head away from his neck so he can kiss you. He presses his lips to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth a second after. His kisses are heavy and forceful, turning up the heat.

"Eddie..." You whine between kisses, your high beginning to build. You're absolutely soaked inside your jeans, the friction rubbing against your clit with every motion.

"I bet you're fuckin' soaked for me, aren't you?" He asks, wishing he could see for himself. But the easy slide of your crotch against his own will have to be evidence enough for the time being.

"Uh-huh. Just for you, baby." You answer, gasping when you find a new angle to hit your bundle of nerves even better than before. You're building up faster now, nearing the edge earlier than you anticipated.

"Such a filthy girl...already makin' a mess in those sexy little lace panties of yours...I've been thinkin' about pulling them off with my teeth all day...from the second you put them on this morning..." Eddie speaks in a low growl as he takes a turn to mark you with love bites. His tone makes your pussy throb, driving you to increase your rhythm.

"Getting c-close, Eds..." You whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders. You can hardly contain yourself now, moaning and keening as you writhe on top of Eddie's lap. Everything feels so good, and you don't want it to stop.

"That's my good girl. Keep goin', sweetheart." Eddie encourages you, mesmerized by the helpless sounds falling from your lips, and the little jolts of your thighs as you chase your high. He can't wait to hear you cry out his name for the thousandth time, knowing it'll still sound like the first.

"Fuck, baby. Please touch me...I want you." You beg as your orgasm grows closer, frantically grabbing behind you to take one of his hands away from your ass. He tightens his grip to stop you, and your eyes snap to his in annoyance. "Eddie, please!" You whine, but he just shakes his head at you.

"Gotta do it yourself, princess. And then I'll give you whatever you want." He says with an evil grin. He can't resist torturing you when you're this needy, especially when you beg so shamelessly.

"You're such a dick sometimes." You grumble, coming up with a new idea. If he won't touch you, then you'll just have to do it yourself. You reach for the button of your jeans, opening it with a clumsy hand. But before you can pull down your zipper, Eddie smacks your hand. "What the fuck?" You gasp in surprise, growing more frustrated now. Of course he won't let you touch yourself either, that would be against the rules.

"Sorry, angel. You can't use your own hands, either." He politely scolds you, smirking wider at your narrowing eyes.

"Fuck you." You burn, making an attempt to reach inside your pants anyway. But once again, Eddie prevents you from doing so. He quickly and harshly restrains your hands behind your back, your grinding hips the only movement you have left.

"You're not listening, Y/N. You cum like this, or you don't cum at all. Understand?" He warns through clenched teeth, letting you know he's very serious. You have to follow the rules, or you don't get to play anymore. Untamed lust burns in his eyes, commanding you to obey him.

"Okay." You groan, so unbearably frustrated you could just cry. But you do as he says, rolling your pelvis again and again to make yourself cum. Your moans grow louder again, your bliss peeking over the horizon after this brief distraction. Eddie keeps holding your hands tightly, not risking you taking another opportunity to misbehave.

"That's it, love. Ride my lap like a good little slut. I want you to soak through those fuckin' jeans for me." He says darkly, holding your gaze the entire time. You're just seconds away from falling over the edge, and he can see it all over your face. Your brows furrowing, your eyes threatening to roll back into your skull, your gorgeous mouth agape and releasing filthy noises. "C'mon, babydoll. Cum for me." He says softly, this simple command being more than enough to set you off.

"Eddie!" You cry as your orgasm takes over. Your legs begin to shake, and euphoria washes over you. Your eyes fall shut, and your juices rapidly soak through your jeans, even managing to get Eddie's wet as well.

"There ya go, sweetheart." Eddie coos. He lets go of your hands, and you immediately reach forward to grab hold of him as you come down. You wrap your arms around him, keeping him close as you catch your breath. "You did so well for me, baby." He says, putting his arms around your sweat-soaked body. He kisses your dampened hair, sighing deeply. "I love you so much, Y/N." He says sweetly.

"I love you too, Eds." You reply, swallowing thickly. You pull back from your embrace, giving him a sly look. "My turn now." You chuckle darkly, shoving his chest so he falls back onto the bed. You are gonna pay him back double for torturing you the way he has. And you're both gonna love every single second of it.

To be continued...

#fanfiction #hippiegoth97 #smut #stranger things #eddie munson #hawkins #1980s #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you

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zevrra · 2 months ago

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finally home—

synopsis: sebastian is back from his latest assignment and he wants you all to himself.

tags: 18(+) only, sorta nsfw, mentions of nsfw, sebastian sallow (18+) x fem!reader(18+), one-shot, short & sweet

“Sebastian we can’t,” You whisper between hurried breaths. His fingers press into the small of your back, forcing the front of your body to meet his. “We have actual jobs we cannot neglect.” You add as Sebastian’s lips meet your jaw. His hands work on untucking your shirt from your skirt. Pulling the fabric free enough to slip rather cold fingers against your warm skin.

He breathes your scent in like he’s an addict. Touching your body as if you might disappear if he stops. Needy was an understatement. He desired you. You were his and his alone. And he would make that apparent as his hands snake around to the front of your blouse, the buttons being unclasped by his hands.

Your words must fall on deaf ears as Sebastian’s fingers begin to unbutton your shirt rather quickly. You were a professor and he was an Auror, the two of you didn’t have time to be making out in some little corner off to the side. Let alone anything more than kissing.

“We’re no longer teens in the undercroft,” You hum. Forget him not listening to you, your own words were wishy-washy at best; seeing as you did nothing to stop him from advancing. Even as he unbuttons the last button of your shirt, exposing your bra to the open air. “Sebastian are you—are you listening?”

“I’ve missed you so much,” Sebastian responds finally. Lips skimming along your jaw as he mumbles. “I’ve been gone too long.” He quickly adds. Knowing exactly how to play his cards against your own.

It had been some time since the last of you two saw each other, that much was obvious. This had been the longest he had been away from your shared home since becoming an Auror. Went away to work on some long, tedious case to stop some dark wizard or another. But you still had some priorities. Like teaching your next class.

And yet, you missed him too. Missed him so much words could not describe your longing for him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to admit that out loud. Not right now anyway. Not while his hands roamed your body and his lips began to leave his mark when you both should be doing this somewhere else. It was your office, with the doors locked tighter than Gringotts itself but it was still a little…taboo so to speak.

“Sebastian,” You groan softly. His hands move from your hips to your ass where he easily lifts you from the floor. With a little too much ease, he fills the space between your legs, neatly wrapping them around his waist, and holding you up to hang slightly above him.

You barely manage to steady yourself by gripping onto his shoulders but he takes the opportunity in your surprise to finally kiss you. Kissing him was like a breath of fresh air as you mesh perfectly together. Lips so passionately locked, it’s as if every star aligned just right for the two of you. Even puzzle pieces didn’t fit as well as the two of you did.

When Sebastian pulls away his chin falls to rest on your sternum between your breasts. You can’t help but desperately search for his lips once more. You loved kissing and he knew it. A little embarrassed as he catches your eyes while he still holds you up in his arms. “Please. Just a little more my love,” Sebastian begs as his brown eyes look up at you. Dammit. He also knew you were weak to him begging. And god did he look so good right now.

Blushing, you manage to look away from him briefly. Pressing the back of your hand to your lips in some hope to hide your glowing red face. He definitely had you wrapped around his finger. “Fine…let’s hurry. I have a class to teach soon.”

#zevrra zevrra!#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #x reader #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x fem!reader #what’s the mild version of lemon LOL #sorry for all the sebastian i just finished the game and have been obsessed ~#aged up characters #older Seb has me in a CHOKEHOLD #esp him with glasses and that beard hELLOOO #older sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy mc #part 2 maybe? >:3 #edited: forgot the TITLE

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icequeenbae · 1 year ago

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Giving Love a Shot (m) | BBH

Previous: Snapshot (m) [pt.1], Shot Through the Heart (m) [pt.2]

Pairing: photographer!Baekhyun x idol!Reader

Photographer AU, Established Relationship, PWP, fluff, smut (the usual)

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, Baek is the god of oral™

Word Count: ~3k

Summary: You and Baekhyun have been trying out the whole ‘dating thing’ for a few months now. He comes to visit you in Japan during your schedule and things take an unexpected turn.

Author’s note: Hey hey, your authornim is back!! Thanks to @hwasdollie who took on and completed her beta duties so swiftly, I am able to post this during my birthday month!! I might be able to post smth else for a different fandom before the end of June as well but shhhhh Anyways, since a few people approached me asking for the continuation of the photographer!Baek story, I decided it's time to get my act together and post it! I hope you like it!! And please don't stay silent, you know I love to chat 💕💕💕

Network Tags: @kvanity-main @exo-writers-net @bbh-net @superm-net

‘Goodnight, Miss.’

You bowed to the hotel staff in a polite manner, looking perfectly put together. They only saw your eyes anyway, with your habit of wearing a mask at all times. Especially now that you had all your makeup removed after the full day of interviews. As your skin got pretty sensitive, you didn’t like to walk around bare-faced where people could see. Or worse, take pictures.

Had anyone asked, you would say that you contained your excitement reasonably well. Considering how giddy you actually felt, knowing that your boyfriend was coming to visit tonight. Actually, you were so impatient that you texted him from the elevator.

‘I’m almost in my room. Where are you now?’

Baekhyun was actually supposed to be there before you, so you arranged a spare key to wait for him at the reception desk downstairs. Of course, you made sure that it was discreet. You left it in a sealed envelope stuffed with blank paper to be passed onto him as soon as he arrived. He didn’t text you back in the last thirty minutes, so you assumed he was probably still on his way.

Swinging the door open, you walked inside and instantly removed your shoes. Your legs were killing you after wearing high heels all day. Checking your phone again, you confirmed that no answer came through and decided to make a quick run for the bathroom.

Incredibly short – in your personal opinion – fifteen minutes later, you were all done. But there was still no response from your highly anticipated guest.

‘Where is he, dammit?’ You muttered under your breath, walking into the room to get fresh clothes.

But as soon as you turned the lights on…

‘Oh my g-’ You covered your mouth to silence yourself.

There, on the armchair, was a neat pile of clothes. Male clothes. Meanwhile, said male was… in your bed. Sleeping like a baby.

There he was, your unreachable boyfriend. Resting up well, instead of giving you a warm welcome as soon as you walked in.

As your heart rate returned to normal, you rolled your eyes. If he wasn’t making an effort to stay awake, you were going to change into comfy panties and a crop top, as sexy lingerie obviously wasn’t on the menu for tonight, and join him. Turning off the upper light, you left the wall sconces on both sides of the bed on. Just for a minute.

You crawled under the duvet, instantly embraced by the warmth generated by Baekhyun’s body.

Two assertive arms snaked their way around your body, hugging you tightly.

‘Oh- you’re awake?’ You whispered in surprise, being pulled deeper into his den.

‘M- ‘f course,’ he murmured, eyes still closed.

‘Yeah, right,’ you snorted, squeezing his bicep in mock frustration. ‘I see you grew tired of waiting for me…’

‘Not at all. Your pillows just smelled so nice. And I know you hate when I get on the bed wearing clothes.’ He said, and you nodded in agreement. ‘So, I showered and decided to surprise you.’

‘By sleeping in my bed?’

You huffed out a laugh, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes as he cracked one of them open.

‘I wasn’t supposed to be asleep.’ He began, watching you with just that one eye, like a sleepy pirate. ‘I had an entire performance planned.’

‘That so?’ You nudged.

‘Picture this: you walk in, and I’m already on the bed buck naked, holding a rock-hard dick in my hand. ‘Enjoy the ride’ banner right behind me.’

‘Oh gosh,’ you coughed. ‘I’m thankful you changed your mind.’

‘I didn’t. There was just no scotch tape. And while I was weighing the probability of you killing me in case I used bubble gum,’ he paused to catch your hand that could very well pinch him for the suggestion. ‘…I fell asleep. Just for a second. More like drowsed.’

‘Drooling all over my pillow?’ You teased, causing him to frown.

‘I only drool when I’m dreaming of eating you out, and we didn’t get to that tonight,’ he said in a tone that suggested it was obvious and you should’ve known better. ‘Drowsed for a sec, nothing more.’

You only chuckled, fingers tracing the lines of his face. His sharp jaw, his prominent cheekbones, his soft lips.

‘I missed you a lot, aegiya.’ He said out of nowhere, both eyes closed.

‘You saw me two weeks ago,’ you mumbled, becoming shy as soon as he used the pet name.

It was so strange, even after these past few months, to see him like this. How could anyone become so boyfriend-y all of a sudden? You had no idea Baekhyun even had a side like this when you decided to get into this relationship. He’d managed to surprise you in multiple ways already; him flying across the ocean just to see you was one of the examples.

‘Exactly. Don’t tell me you weren’t suffering through every single day away from me…’

His fingers traced the skin underneath your top, threatening to start tickling you, and you squirmed, pushing him away timidly.

‘Why are you so lovey-dovey out of the blue? Are you talking in your sleep?’

‘Hey, that hurts. The real question is, why aren’t you? Aren’t you happy to see your oppa?’ He kept tugging you closer as you resisted playfully.

‘Ew. I told you, I’m not calling you that.’

‘Why’s that,’ he leaned in to kiss your neck and you failed to push his face away.

‘Don’t be gross.’

‘You’re my aegi, and I’m older, so-’

‘There’s no kissing for oppas. Or anything else fun.’ You pressed, licking your lips. ‘Only for my boyfriend. Baekhyun.’

He looked at your mouth a second too long, before muttering a low.

‘I see.’

You swallowed, trapped in this demonstrative struggle.

‘I see how it is, Y/N.’ He repeated slowly, catching you off guard with a sudden tug to finally press your body to his. ‘You think you got me all soft for you, so now you can do whatever you wish, hm?’

You bit your lip, shivering in excitement. His voice sounded gentle but low. Whenever he used this tone, you knew it was time to be a good girl.

‘Please don’t scold me, Baekhyunie,’ you pouted, caressing his shoulder sheepishly.

‘You didn’t give me an answer. Are you happy to see me?’ He pulled away slightly to give you a sharp glance.

‘Of course.’

‘That’s it?’ His furrowed eyebrows made him look dissatisfied.

‘I missed you. A lot. Too.’ You mumbled, eyes wandering around his bare chest.

‘Why are you so flustered?’ He continued his questioning, not allowing you to move away from his slow offense. ‘Thinking dirty thoughts already?’

The exposed look on your face probably told him everything.

‘Aegiya,’ Baekhyun smiled, content with your reaction. ‘You’re so easy to mess with.’

‘No, I’m no-’ Your protest was interrupted by a quick kiss.

‘Yes, you are. The moment I lower my voice you turn into a cute little puddle,’ he stated with the most satisfied look on his face before nuzzling your neck. ‘You know what else turns you into a pool of hot mess?’

You whimpered, startled by the pressure of his fingers directly on your clit.

‘God, I missed you,’ he gritted, licking a stripe over your ribs and inhaling your scent.

‘Baek-’ You swallowed, latching onto his shoulder. ‘We can’t be loud here. The girls are on this floor, and what if someone-’

‘This is a five-star hotel, princess.’ He made sure to continue his descent despite your feeble protests.

‘It’s not completely sound-proof!’

‘Don’t worry. I’ll make it quick.’ He smirked, hooking the fabric of your panties with his thumb to get them out of the way.

Making it quick was worse. It meant he was going to go zero to one hundred in a snap of his dainty fingers, and you were in no way ready to handle it.

During the course of your rather new relationship, he’d managed to perfect his oral technique to such an extent that you had to literally refuse him the pleasures of the mouth whenever you were outside the privacy of your homes. It was just too risky. If someone was to hear you…

He tended to make your sessions extremely noisy.

‘Just relax. I know what I’m doing,’ he hummed before poking his tongue out and dragging it slowly over your slit.

‘Oh-’ You grabbed onto the duvet, and he did it again.

Not forgetting to slurp this time.

Biting hard on your lip, you tried to keep still. But even that didn’t help when his wet tongue flicked your engorged clit. You could see him already getting into it. His heavy-lidded eyes watched you through the blond strands, and his mouth opened wide as if he attempted to swallow your entire pussy.

You panted, trying to move away, but he held you securely in place by the hips.

Baekhyun’s breath became heavier and heavier, and the sound of it only made you go mad with the thrill. His tongue flattened out and he moved his head up and down to drag it over your core.

Just as you thought that this was bearable, he did the unexpected. He sucked your clit into his mouth harshly, coating the area with so much saliva you could feel it trickle down to your entrance.

‘A-ah!’ You flexed your abs and pressed at the back of his head, chasing the contact.

Instead of slowing down as he usually did, he continued increasing the intensity. His tongue ran up and down your core with urgency before his lips closed around your most sensitive spot again, sucking harshly and then breaking out into short licks.

‘Baek, stop- I can’t-’ You sobbed mid-sentence as he shook his head lightly, adding stimulation.

At this point, his own breathing was loud and labored, as if he was the one on the receiving end of this hustle.

But, as soon as your breaths became shallow and your muscles started to clench, he ripped himself away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘I just love bringing you to the edge,’ he admitted, licking his lips hungrily. ‘cause then I don’t have to spare your pussy.’

He slapped your vulva abruptly, and you yelped from the jarring sensation, sitting up.

‘Ride me, baby,’ Baekhyun said, dropping on his back as you got on top of him readily.

You wanted to get this over with. You needed him to finish what he’d started.

‘Shit.’ He cursed as soon as you brought your thighs down. ‘Go on.’

Swaying your hips, you focused on the friction against your walls. He always felt so good inside you.

‘Let me help you a little,’ he suggested, taking hold of your pelvis to aid you in your movements.

Leaning onto his chest with your palms, you went as hard as you could. And his thighs met yours, sounding a skin-to-skin slap upon every fleeting contact.

‘M-Baek,’ you whined, messing up the pace.

‘Don’t slow down,’ he demanded, fingers digging into your skin.

‘I can’t-’

He put his palm onto your back and prodded you to lean forward, gaining enough momentum to start pounding into you from below.

‘Fuck.’ He gritted, ignoring your uncontrollable moans and the lecherous noises from where your skin met his.

Baekhyun’s eyes never left your body, and he kept his tempo for as long as he could.

‘Fuck- Fuck!’ He suddenly growled, and you shrieked as you became undone.

‘B-Baekhyun,’ you cried out, held solid by his hands while his dick kept nailing you.

Thankfully, your boyfriend was quick to follow you and find his release. You whimpered as he shook briefly, letting out only a strained grunt to signify that he was finished for now.

He rolled you over to rest on top of your body, his entire weight pushing you down, and kissed you deeply. Both your and his breathing was hectic, but it didn’t hinder the interaction. Your fingers traced his prickly nape, while his tongue played with yours.

You laid like that for a bit before he scrambled off of you, finally letting you breathe properly.

‘I really did miss you.’

He smiled as you said that, and leaned in to press a playful kiss to your nose.

‘I know.’

You poked his cheek in embarrassment. He was a really affectionate boyfriend, and you loved that about him. It did make you a bit bashful though. Strangely, more so than your crazy sex marathons.

‘Thanks for flying all the way here just for me.’

‘It wasn’t just for you. I got a couple gigs here for the next few days,’ he shrugged, and then added. ‘I might’ve gotten those after I bought flight tickets, but sh-h! I can’t let it go to your head.’

‘Why not?’ You pouted, stroking his collarbone.

‘Aegiya, you already behave like a little princess, we don’t want it to get any worse, do we?’

‘Am I not your little princess?’ You narrowed your eyes at him.

‘You are,’ he sighed in defeat. ‘I guess, you win.’

‘What did I win?’ You chuckled, pecking him on the chin.

‘I don’t know. What would you like?’

The answer came with no hesitation.

‘You.’

‘That’s cute,’ he snickered. ‘You already have me.’

‘Hm. Then I don’t need anything else.’

‘Ugh. You don’t even have to call me oppa. I’m already melting like an ice-cream cone in a warm hand.’

You snorted at his words, and he gave you a long look.

‘I wonder what you pictured just now.’

‘Baekhyun!’

‘Alright, you don’t have to tell me.’ He agreed quickly, beaming at you shamelessly.

You shook your head.

‘It probably has something to do with my dick anyways.’

At this you kicked him lightly with your knee.

‘Ouch. Love hurts.’

~~~

You and Baekhyun stayed up super late (as per usual), talking about your time apart, teasing each other and bickering about pet names. So, when it was time for you to wake up and start getting ready… You decided to have some more beauty sleep.

However, after you ignored a bunch of ‘check-in’ morning messages from your members, the usual procedure was carried out – they sent one of their own to wake you up.

‘Eonni, are you up? We have to move out in an hour.’ Your maknae’s voice reached you through the layers of bedcovers and Baekhyun, who was practically wrapped around you.

Baekhyun.

Opening your eyes, you rose on the bed and rubbed your face to get ahold of reality.

‘Eo- eonni?’

The youngest of the group stood frozen in front of your bed, eyes open wide. Even with your brain barely shaken out of sleep, you realized what stunned her.

The blond man in your bed, who had his arm wrapped around you still, stirred from the noise and laid on his back, stretching out before opening his eyes. Your gaze fell on his exposed chest, and you quickly pulled the duvet up to cover the eloquent scratch you must’ve left on his pec yesterday.

‘What’s going on?’ He asked groggily, and the third person in the room finally broke out of her lethargic state.

‘S-sorry!’ She turned around and sprinted out of your room as if a demon was chasing her.

You called after her, but the click of the door locking announced that she was already gone.

‘Ah, dammit.’ You sighed, rubbing your pulsing temple.

Baekhyun’s hand squeezed your thigh to draw your attention.

‘Sorry. I overslept and one of the girls came to wake me up. Go back to sleep, I’ll deal with it.’ You caressed his cheek gently before turning away to get out of the bed.

‘What are you going to do?’

That was the question you had been asking yourself.

‘I’m not sure,’ you admitted. ‘That was our maknae, so… she’s probably told the entire group already. She is… easily excitable.’

‘Maybe you don’t have to do anything.’ He said, looking up at you.

‘Hm?’

‘Just tell them the truth. You’re not a rookie, no one’s going to kick you out of the group or whatever.’

You sighed. He was right, of course, but… You were scared. Admitting that to your group and management would make all of this official, and there’d be no turning back after that.

‘…or, you can just forget I said that. You don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.’

He sounded neutral, yet somehow you knew he only made it seem like he wouldn’t be hurt in this scenario. Baekhyun truly was perfect in those few months you were together, so there was no reason for you to doubt his intentions. And you also liked him, a lot.

Maybe this morning was more of a blessing than a curse?

‘I’ll tell them. I’m tired of sneaking around anyways.’

‘Really? I found that quite exciting. Being your secret lover. Sneaking into your room through the window and all that.’

‘That never happened,’ you laughed.

‘It could’ve!’

‘Shut up,’ you pecked his smiling lips and picked up your phone.

Dozens of new messages in your group chat.

‘Y/N, if you’re not telling us who that ‘blond oppa’ in your bed was, we’re coming over to your room! We’re dying over here!!’

You read the last message out loud to Baekhyun.

‘That’s why I refuse to call you that. As soon as I introduce you to them, it’s going to be ‘Baekhyun oppa’ all the time. I like to be special.’

‘Gotcha,’ he snickered. ‘But princess, text them back before the whole intervention committee walks through that door. I’m not exactly wearing underwear.’

‘Oh crap, I better.’

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A/N: This is it for now with our freshly domesticated bf Baek~ I hope you enjoyed it the ride so far!! Let me know in the comments/ asks and reblog if you liked it ❤️

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drifloonz · 3 months ago

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Omg hi! I very recently got REALLY into Strangled Red so finding your writing for it was such a nice surprise, it's feeding my hyperfixation for this man so well. I love how you write and portray him especially since I'm a sucker for character phycology. If you're still up for it, could you maybe give some headcannons for Steven reacting to the s/o reader being hit on and not being into it? I just think it has nice writing potential and I'm a sucker for jealousy/possessiveness and overprotectiveness when the character has good reason to be. If you don't feel up for it I completely understand that, and just know that I've loved all the writing you've done so far! :)

ty sm.. i fucking love Analyzing steven hes like a petri dish algae or something that im putting under a microscope. he means so much to me and i love picking him apart like the little freak [lovingly] that he is.

i am very glad i make ppl think of him and give ppl food that is my Goal . Give people good steven food. steven food makes it sound like stevens a creature u need to feed. thats s!3v3n not steven /j

ALSO SAME HERE i love jealousy and possessiveness and being overprotective within like. Normal means. Maybe its bc i have bpd idk but i also like when ppl are jealous in regards to me or clingy... makes you feel important sometimes and thats nice to some people including me hehehe.

anyways !!

jealous steven x s/o reader!

♡ steven's not one for going out with you - he prefers to rot in his house. it's awful, but, at least you visit him and are there with him a lot of the time. or he's with you in your house rotting a little less. either or is fine to him.

♡ although, recently he's been trying more. maybe you have a job and he likes to visit you because he gets lonely - he's not all too dissimilar to a growlithe or a clingy litten waiting for their owner to get home. except he's a grown ass 6-or-7' man that tends to intimidate everyone just by being around, so how clingy he is sometimes is kind of jarring. gap moe.

♡ or maybe you just go out a lot and he likes to tag along, because well. he likes you. and you're probably dating?

♡ .. and because he's scared that something will happen to you when he's not around.

♡ . . . he won't admit that part, though.

♡ he'll often be overaffectionate when and if you visit him when you haven't for a while, too. clingy overaffectionate. lots of cuddling and silent affection from the big guy.

♡ he especially doesn't like thinking about the fact that other people can possibly see you and have less than great thoughts about you or possibly be making passes at you when he's not there - you're his, dammit. ... and he's all yours, not like anyone else is competing for him these days.

♡ so when he is there, and when someone does, and has the balls to do it around or in front of him?

♡ well. probably when he's around but not immediately close to you. and as such...

♡ he'll probably stand up if he overhears it / sees it, or just thinks anybody's being just a biiiit too friendly with you. goes behind you, maybe while you're still talking to the person, busy and unaware that he's Approaching.

♡ he's so tall the shadow of his figure looms over the person who even dared to try.

♡ he'll just glare at them, until they fuck off. honest to god. he hates talking to people, especially strangers, and his resting neutral face being turned into slightly more of a resting bitch face sends the message better than anything he could say ever would.

♡ he can look scarier if he wants to, maybe make his eyes glow red and give a bit more of a snarl - but just his resting face seems to scare people off real easily. good. he doesn't want to put in too much effort- plus, it might look wrong, or odd. him emoting in any good or bad way more than his usual resting face tends to look weird. he has no idea how he used to do it so much more when he was younger ... ( HE'S SUCH A FUCKING LOSERRRR . sorry continue on . )

♡ and after the fact - or if they somehow don't get the memo from that - he'll try harder.

♡ some possessive touches - a squeeze of the hand, pulling you closer to him, maybe resting his hands on your hips or shoulder - maybe even his head resting on your head... anything that silently tells other people that you two have something deeper going on.

♡ he doesn't want to actively scare them off. it'd cause a scene, and steven already hates being in public and around people as much as it is, especially because he can feel everyones eyes always on him like he's some freak. which he is, but ... it makes him feel Some sort of way. reminds him of how everyone stared at him, almost as if he was some laughingstock of kanto, when miki had-

he can't keep thinking about this. something'll happen. he doesn't want to get like that in public again, ever.

♡ anyways.

♡ even if the person already left, steven will be quick to make it clear to everyone else and you that you two are an item. he doesn't want anyone else to look at you or talk to you in that way.

♡ ... he doesn't want to lose you. you're about all he has these days, and he doesn't think he's the best choice of a boyfriend or even anyone you should be dating at all - always scared he'll do or say something. always scared of what he did back then coming back to haunt him, always feeling guilty and like you should know about the things he did. he thinks he's awful, honestly. he keeps things from you, and things you should probably know. he's not the greatest person.

♡ steven could go on and on in his head about why you should not be dating him of all people - you're so beautiful, too. you deserve better, to have anyone you want.

♡ but you are dating him. and he's happy. happier than he's ever been, and he feels loved, and lucky - but also scared. he has something to lose, again. and he's terrified.

♡ so he has to work to show you that he loves you. cherishes you more than the world. this is just one of those small ways he does it, even if in an odd way and due to him being possessive and clingy. but he's like that for a very good reason.

♡ because you're everything to him.

♡ sometimes he's glad that people are scared of him. he can protect you that way. even if he can never fully integrate back to society - not that he ever even fucking wants to - he can at least be around you.

♡ you joke about him being like your personal bodyguard sometimes.

♡ there's a faint smile when he hears that.

i hope u enjoyed i went kind of crazy. I think about how much he'd be scared to be dating someone again sssoooo badly LIKE HE HAS SOMETHING TO LOSE AGAIN. HE'S TERRIFIED OF LOSING YOU TO SOMETHING HE CAN'T CONTROL!! like. Especially death or some freak accident like with miki and mike but from also, just not being good enough, being a bad partner, someone charming you more than him... etc. this all comes to a head in how clingy and possessive he is.

He has no idea how he'd deal with it either and doesn't even want to think ab it because if he did he'd tweak ( go s!3v3nmode and lock himself in his room about it. )

he will Not lose you because he cannot fucking lose you and if it means being a fucking loser and getting protective of you if anyone even so much as tries to flirt with you, then so be it.

I LOVE EXPLORING THIS SIDE OF HIM. HE'S NOT A YANDERE OR WHATEVER THE FUCK HE JUST HAS INSAAANE ISSUES. TRAUMA. PTSD. AND BPD. and also Really bad paranoia. Probably some other shit too maybe ocd fuck if i know He doesnt know either but basically he has. Issues. and doesnt know how to handle them esp since hes been isolated so hes Working on it. Kind of.

ty for requesting ^-^ its good to get in the writing groove again. altho my keyboard feels a little weird and wacky which doesnt help and i Should clean it but thank god i can type properly again.

#wispy writes #steven strangled red #steven strangled red x reader #strangled red x reader

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morning-star-joy · 1 year ago

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a stranger's heart without a home Chapter 18 Secret Scene

Pairing: Joel and Tommy talking about Joel x F!Reader

Scene Summary: Tommy finally fucking figures it out.

Chapter Warnings/Tags: Language, Brief Argument, Angst, Joel Pines for Reader

A/N: Ty guys for 400 followers!!! <3

Wordcount: 1.5k

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Joel’s hands shook as he buttoned up the flannel, taking the steps two at a time just to turn away whoever was knocking so he could get back up to where he had left her.

“Yeah, I’m coming!” he snapped, his irritation at the unfortunate timing bleeding into his voice as he walked up to the door.

When he realized how his fingers were trembling, he pressed them against his jeans, flattening them against the fabric and taking a deep breath to steady himself before swinging open the door to see who was there.

At the sight of his brother’s face peering back at him, Joel felt like ice water poured into his veins. His entire body froze up while he stared blankly at Tommy, who arched a brow, glancing up and down Joel before holding up a tin in his hand.

“Tea,” he said simply, something in his eyes making Joel shift awkwardly under that gaze. “From the greenhouses. It’s a new kind, so I figured I’d drop some off, just in case you run out of coffee.”

“Right,” Joel nodded, still not moving out of the way until Tommy gestured past him.

“You gonna let me in?”

Joel stiffened further at the expectant question, though he finally shifted so his brother could get past him into the house. Letting the door fall shut, he turned to follow Tommy, sending an anxious glance behind his back towards the staircase when they passed it on the way to the kitchen.

Tommy was making idle chit-chat, talking about how popular the dance had been and how Maria was starting to come up with ideas for some kind of winter holiday party, but there was an edge to his tone that made Joel almost nervous. Once they were in the kitchen, he took the tin from Tommy, moving towards the stove to make some of the tea in an automatic manner.

When he turned towards where he kept his mugs, Joel froze again, realizing that there were already mugs set out on the counter, waiting to be used.

Two of them.

One brown, and the other a dark, russet orange—another new mug that he had picked up on patrol recently.

Suddenly, her words from a couple months before filtered through his mind:

Somebody came in after you left. They saw your mug and—

Joel moved towards the mugs quicker than he wanted to, having to force himself to slow down as he reached out to grab them. He tried to act casual, to pretend like it was no big deal, even as he heard the sharp intake of breath from Tommy behind him and could only think shit, shit, shit.

“Jesus Christ,” Tommy muttered, and Joel winced, his back still turned to his brother from how he was facing the counter and no, shit, god fucking dammit—“It’s you, isn’t it?”

For a moment, Joel considered trying to play dumb, even though he knew the jig was finally up.

Hell, if they were breaking their rules, might as well break that one too, right?

“Tommy—”

“It’s you,” he said again, and Joel finally turned, looking at his brother straight-on to see all the shock and confusion swirl in his eyes, along with a look of final, complete understanding. Then, with a disbelieving laugh, Tommy rambled, “Fucking hell, you—”

“Tommy—” Joel tried to interrupt, to try and explain even though he knew he couldn’t, but it was no use.

“How long?”

Joel winced, leaning back with his hand placed on the counter beside him to steady himself. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he felt guilt wash over him for keeping this a secret for so long.

When he didn’t respond right away, Tommy repeated, with a small hint of either annoyance or anger now, “How long have you and my best friend been—”

“Alright,” Joel interrupted on a harsh exhale, opening his eyes again with his free hand raising to gesture for Tommy to stop his verbal attack. “Let me—”

“What, explain?” Tommy cut him off again, and Joel felt his own irritation rising. He hadn’t forgotten that she was upstairs, and for all her respect for privacy, he had the pervasive fear that she was listening to some or all of this conversation take place. “How are you going to explain that you’ve been fucking somebody incredibly dear to me for months?”

“It’s not—”

“Don’t tell me it’s not what it seems,” Tommy barked before Joel could finish what he was actually going to say, and something in Joel snapped. “When you’ve been doing something like this for this long, you can’t say it’s just sex.”

He raised his hand to smack it back down against the counter again, sharply interrupting Tommy’s onslaught as he said harshly, “Goddammit, Tommy, it’s not just—”

When he realized exactly what he was going to say, what he was going to admit, a flare of fear suddenly silenced Joel. He shifted on his feet, his eyes locked with his brother’s for a moment before he jerked his head away, leaning heavily back against the counter when he heard Tommy slowly exhale.

“Holy shit,” Tommy whispers under his breath, and Joel’s eyes squeeze shut as he hears his brother realize what he had realized himself a while ago, something that was only further confirmed by what had happened last night and this morning. “You…”

Joel’s hand pressed hard against the counter before he pushed himself up. He turned, arms crossing as he leaned against it, fully facing Tommy even as he stared stubbornly at the ground once he opened his eyes again.

After a long stretch of silence that felt more understanding than accusatory, Tommy started to ask quietly, “Does she…?”

He trailed off before finishing his question, but Joel sighed quietly as he understood what went unspoken.

“I don’t presume to know what she feels,” he murmured, not able to help but reel a bit at how odd this felt to actually talk about it—with Tommy, of all people.

He had fully expected Tommy to have a full meltdown when he found out—and, yeah, he basically did start having one, but it had stopped abruptly when he caught just a hint of Joel’s true feelings on the matter.

When Joel looked back up, there was no more hint of judgment or anger at the situation. There was only a strange look of what was almost sympathy that was somehow both aggravating and calming to see.

“You haven’t talked to her about it?” Tommy asked quietly, and Joel couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, which Tommy winced at before muttering, “Yeah, what am I saying. You’re a couple of emotionally constipated idiots, of course you haven’t talked about it.”

Joel stared at the tea that he hadn’t even been able to start making, ignoring Tommy’s close observation until he spoke again.

“Well, I wanted to strangle you and give you a stern talking to not to break her heart,” Tommy said on a heavy sigh, and Joel turned back to see his brother push a hand through his hair in what was a reflex from worry before he finished, “but somehow I get the sense you wouldn’t be the one breaking hearts.”

Joel took a slow, deep breath, his gaze snapping back to fix stubbornly on nothing, anything but his brother at the quiet comment. It hit a little too close to home, given how she had been trying to make a quick getaway before he woke up this morning.

“It doesn’t matter,” Joel said quietly, finally lifting his gaze to meet Tommy’s again, his conviction resolute as he adds, “Whatever she wants. It’s up to her.”

Tommy’s expression wavered, his brows furrowing as he let out a sharp exhale.

“Goddamn, big brother,” he mutters quietly, shaking his head slowly with a look of what was almost disbelief. “You got it bad.”

“Shut up,” Joel muttered, finally taking a few steps forward to gently, but firmly, nudge Tommy back towards the hallway. “If you’re done interrogating me, I’d like to catch a few more winks of sleep.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, giving a huff of annoyance before he complied, the two brothers moving back towards the front door without another word exchanged until they reached it.

“Joel, listen,” Tommy said gently, almost too gently for Joel’s liking, and he stiffened until the familiar, comforting pat on his shoulder made him relax again. “If you need to talk, or anything—”

“Yeah, I know,” Joel sighed, giving a look that said he was grateful for the gesture before opening the door. “Now get out.”

Tommy laughed, shaking his head as he ambled out onto the porch, lifting a hand to wave with a brighter, “Adios, asshole.”

With a roll of his eyes, Joel let the door swing closed, waiting for his brother’s footsteps to recede fully before allowing himself to deflate.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he took a few deep breaths, recomposing himself before turning back to the staircase, mentally preparing himself for everything to immediately go downhill before he went back to where he always wanted to be.

#joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel x f!reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller series #joel miller angst

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silverstudios · 7 months ago

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Mum says it's my turn to write!

(Based on that break in idea I had)

The plan was simple, Patrick had told them, wait for the owner to leave, smash the window in the back, steal everything not bolted down. It was simple:sell everything they stole to the pawn shop down the street and under that shitty breakfast place, make bank, go back to the frat house and use that money to party all night long.

Marcus glanced at the other three of this “Operation”, Patrick (their self proclaimed “Leader”), Nicholas (the “Brains”- the mere thought made Marcus roll his eyes), and Tom (that football playing brute). And then, of course, him- the only one of the group who knows how to drive a car.

Truth be told- he knew this was a stupid, bad idea. They were committing theft, a crime punishable by law, and even if the police here were chill as hell, that doesn’t mean this was alright. But he needed that cash, and he needed the good social credit with these dumbasses to get through the rest of his college courses in peace.

He just has to finish those courses- and then he can leave this backwater town behind and live it with his business major in some fancy city somewhere.

“Oh- there they are.” Patrick whispered and pulled the group down into the bush- poor thing- and watched as a lanky person exited the house, locking the door behind them. Marcus raised a brow at the weird outfit- white lab coat and red goggles?- before shaking his head and watching as this poor bastard entered into their car- beaten up thing, almost as bad as his car is- and drove off.

The rag tag team of thieves waited for a few more moments to see if they’d return, but after a minute or two Patrick stood, smiled at them and motioned for the group to move.

Marcus took a deep breath to banish away the rising feelings of guilt and shame as he followed after his “friends”- god they were actually going to do this, robbing this poor guy blind- and had to close his eyes as Tom broke the lock on the back window, shoving it up so hard a small crack formed on it.

“Remember- everything that isn’t bolted down.” Patrick snickered- like this was funny, like this was a fucking gaming and not a criminial action- and climbed in, followed shortly by the other two. Marcus waited at the window, his stomach flipping and throat thick.

He could run and leave these dumbfucks with no ride back, he could do the right thing and call the police station, there are many things he could do…

And he chose to climb into that window.

…It was a nice house, a bit small from the looks of it. The kitchen seemed nice, with its wooden floors…with….claw marks on them??? Maybe the dude has a pet. There was a cork board with newspaper clips pinned to it, a sink full of dishes (mood my guy, mood)....multiple things of peanut butter jars on the counter (not even the good kind of peanut butter) and a fridge with more claw marks on it.

Marcus looked toward the others, who were already shoving glasses and pictures into their shitty backpacks, and sighed. They seem to have the kitchen under control…

He wanders out of the kitchen, looking around the living room. The guy had turned the lights off, making it nearly pitch black in there. Marcus slammed his hand on the wall and began fumbling for a light switch, eyes downward looking for any small critter on the floor. He might be robbing a house but dammit he will not kick someone’s pet, even by accident.

The light flashed on, bright and sudden, and made Marcus squint his eyes shut. This dude has a lightbulb that has the power of the sun, or maybe all those drinks from last night were still messing with him….

He blinked away the spots in his eyes, sighed heavily and flung his backpack off his back. He looked up, ready to see what kind of things he could fit in this dinky old bag-

And his heart stopped in his chest.

Sitting there, on the couch, a mostly eaten sandwich in its hands, blinking just as heavily as he was (maybe he had flashbanged it as well when he turned that light on), making direct eye contact with him…

Was something he thought was just a small town boogeyman, a grim fairy tale to keep the kids from being stupid and trusting strangers. The Smiling snatcher, east ridge demon, whatever other fucking nickname this town had for this- This creature. This creature that, even while Sitting down, could tower over him. This creature which was slowly gaining a twisted, malicious grin on its face, its snack placed onto the coffee table next to the beaten up couch.

“Ey Marcus, found anything good?-'' Patrick stopped dead in his tracks next to him, his breath caught in his throat. And based on the pause on the rustling, the other two dumbfucks either saw the creature as it stood through the little kitchen window thing or heard their fearless leader shitting himself-

But they all heard this creature Snicker and glare at them…

And if anyone was near this house- they would have heard all four boys scream bloody murder as it charged forward, a sickening cackle escaping it.

…

Alex flung their door open with a loud sigh. Just another day working for Lankman, another day of intense guilt and mild annoyance at all the incorrect veligun information stated as truth. They glanced up, blinking for a few seconds….and sighed even louder.

Clyde laid across the couch, a satisfied looking smirk on it’s face, a hand resting on it’s chest and tail flung over the top of the couch. Claw marks lined the walls that weren’t there this morning, a keep plastic table they had gotten a few days ago sat broken in half and they could barely make out the sight of their back kitchen window being both open and broken.

Part of them wanted to ask, part of them wanted to know….but the rest of them was just too tired to give a single shit.

“Hiiiiii Sandwich man~” Cylde purred from it’s spot as Alex passed it. “How was work?” “Same as always, awful and guilt wrecking.” “Hey, at least you have tomorrow off, yes?” “Yeah at least there’s that-” Alex paused, looking back toward Clyde with a raised brow. “.......Clyde?” “Yes?” “......Why do I hear….screaming, coming from you?” The veligun merely smiled larger, it’s clawed fingers tapping across it's chest and shrugged. Alex watched it for a second…sighed and shook their head. “Want a sandwich?” “Yes!” It sat up quickly, a short, muffled chorus of screams and shrieks racing from it’s body. Alex just rolled their eyes and headed into the kitchen, taking a mental note of the four backpacks sat in the corner.

#doai sitcom au #long post #Writing #no beta we die like men #silver rambles #hehehehehehhehe

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ominous-auburn-orbs · 1 year ago

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I would make this a comic if I had the artistic talent and time, but instead you get a text post

(The circus gang have just fallen into a large pit during one of their adventures. Caine also tagged along this time)

Zooble: God DAMMIT! (They bury their head in their hands for a moment, then look to Caine) Can you teleport us out of here?

Caine: Sincerest apologies, Zooble, but I'm afraid not! If I am to truly get the same experience that you do, then I certainly can't use my powers which none of you have! All the struggles you face are a part of the adventure, anyway, to test your skills and build teamwork!

Zooble: ...Caine, you're a [BLOINK].

Pomni: Teamwork, huh? Maybe- maybe we can climb on top of each other to get out? But then how would the people at the bottom... uh, nevermind.

Jax: How about we unravel Gangle and use her as a grappling hook?

Gangle: W-what? I can't support all your weight, I might snap!

Jax: Wow, Gangle. And to think that I believed you could have a use for once.

(Ragatha harshly shoves Jax whilst giving him a clear look of disapproval. She then walks to one of the pit's walls and runs her hand along it)

Ragatha: I might be able to find some edges we can use to climb up, like rock-climbing. Just give me a minute...

Caine: So, Kinger, how are you doing? Any ideas?

Kinger: AAAH!! Oh, hi, Caine. Well, I'm in a pit right now, and I would really rather not be in one. What was your other question?..

Jax: Are you gonna contribute at all, Looney? Give us some words of encouragement or something?

Kinger: Oh! Oh, uh. We can do it, because, hmm. We've already made it this far, so there's no point in giving up now. Together, there's nothing we can't do.

(Some of the other performers actually start to feel a little bit better, which isn't what anyone was expecting)

Kinger: Yeah! Because there's a lot of fish in the sea! And a penny saved is a penny earned! Don't look at the gift horse's mouth!!

(They all immediately lose the feeling, with Zooble being exasperated and Jax being amused. Caine is still hanging off of Kinger's every word)

Kinger: WE ARE TADC!!!!!!

Caine: So true, king...

Pomni: Oh my god we're gonna die down here

#this joke was plaguing me for long enough that I needed to share it #the amazing digital circus #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc caine #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #tadc kinger #caine x kinger

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changelingsandothernonsense · 30 days ago

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Wip Whenever

Helloo! I got tagged by both @skyrim-forever and @redyn-nerevarine for wip wednseday. Been a bit all over but we have a few line arts, render progress and writing. So first arts. First Boys have hair and now require facepaint.

Some Morrow!Josh with a plait because why not?

Some Joshi with a new invention (will elaborate in a separate post)

The theme has been Sluttymerrobe

Writing will be after the cut. Just a lot of Joshi being a Dwemer nerd. From chapter 13 of Sleepers Awake.

“I assume you are bothering me because you’ve come back with results, Mister Sero?”

Teldryn exhaled at the head excavator’s gruffness, though he thought better than to talk back…as much as he wanted to hurl an insult. The last thing he needed was to have this opportunity fucked because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut…he’d already compromised his position enough simply because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

Gods he was hopeless.

“I found your notes,” Teldryn simply stated as he rummaged around in his satchel, pulling out the slightly singed pile of loose papers and tossing them lightly on the giant, stone table that Senilias was working at.

Senilias reached for the pile without looking away from his work— what seemed to be extensive notes about the single, disembodied centurion spider leg that lay in front of him. He wondered briefly if Senilias would let him read them, but he decided against it.

“And Anes?” he asked, finally looking up at him, “Sero why are my notes singed?”

Teldryn sighed and folded his good arm over his chest, “Vendu didn’t make it. Fell to one of those constructs long before I’d made my way down there.”

Senilias nodded, his face not giving away any hint of expression. No sadness, no worry— fuck not even anger! It was driving Teldryn mad!

“I feared he might be dead,” Senilias mumbled, flicking through the notes Teldryn had given him, “This is terrible news, I should never have let him explore the ruins alone. Did you find my letter whilst you were down there?”

Teldryn sighed and tossed the scroll onto the table, “I’m assuming this is it? An hang on— you knew that Vendu was gonna be down there?”

The Imperial unfurled the scroll, a slight frown on his face, “Anes had come to me a few days before you arrived announcing that he’d managed to open the lower levels. It’s why I wrote this letter to Edwinna,” he tapped at the scroll in his hand, “I was hoping that Anes would have taken a few notes of what he found down there. But it seems that—”

“He probably didn’t get a chance since the place is fucking lousing with constructs,” Teldryn grumbled as he took a seat on the table, much to the Imperial’s distaste, “I think he found something though. Just didn’t get a chance to document it.”

“What do you mean?” Senilias frowned at him as he organised the loose notes back into a neat pile.

Teldryn reached into his satchel again and placed both the stone he’d found and his journal with the translations he’d made beside him. He pointed to the large, heavy stone and slid it carefully towards the Imperial, “Vendu died trying to retrieve this.”

Senilias Cadiusus’ eyes widened as he reached for the stone, turning it in his fingers, “Hmm, I wonder if you know just what this is Mister Sero?”

Teldryn sighed to himself and opened his journal to the page he’d made his transliterations from, “I recognised the top lines of writing, made my own notes on— Hey!”

Senilias snatched Teldryn’s journal from his hands, his eyes switching from the stone to the journal and back again.

“Where did a native mercenary pick up a working knowledge of Aldmeris?” Senilias asked almost in disbelief, “Usually that’s reserved for elite Imperial education.”

“An what makes you think I didn’t have one?” Teldryn grumbled chewing on his bottom lip.

“Well, usually your sort—”

“My sort?” Teldryn pushed, tilting his head a little. He could see the Imperial turn a little pale; he wondered if he really needed to push his point any further. Usually, he would but dammit did he need to stay in this guy’s good graces if he wanted to keep doing this sort of thing. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself.

“I come from a well-off family from Blacklight out on the mainland,” Teldryn explained calmly, “Got myself that so-called elite Imperial education you talked about.”

“I ah,” the Imperial stuttered, passing him back his journal, “It’s impressive, Mister Sero.”

“I figured that Vendu might have had some knowledge of Aldmeris too?” Teldryn postulated as he placed the leather-bound book into his satchel, “I found that stone in the grip of a centurion that had collapsed into its sphere,” He traced a circle in the air with his finger, “An Vendu lying dead next to it.”

Senilias nodded at him, “Anes was a scholar of the Dwemeri language. We had both been hoping that we might find a translation key on one of these expeditions. Much of what we know about the Dwemer comes from records written in Aldmeris from the late stage of their empire.”

Teldryn smiled and tilted his head, “Yeah I know that, an as far as I’m aware we still can’t read the Dwemeri script.”

“I guess Hasphat Antabolis recommended you for a reason,” Senilias sighed, “You’re right. So far we’ve only had Aldmeri transliterations at best. Nothing like this.”

“I think that’s the translation key you’ve been looking for then,” Teldryn smiled in reply, “So I guess you got something for your report?”

Senilias nodded, sliding the tablet back to him, “You should take this to Edwinna Elbert in Ald’ruhn immediately. Take this letter with you when you go.”

Teldryn’s gaze moved towards the scroll as Senilias rolled it towards him. He caught it in his hand, leaving sooty handprints on the surface of the vellum.

“With that stele you’ve found, Edwinna will be more willing to let this all slide,” Senilias explained as he reached for the pile of notes he had reorganised earlier, “I will continue my work here, now that you’ve unlocked the lower levels who knows just what’s waiting to be discovered!”

(or not, Joshi set everything on fire by accident.)

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Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 12 - Blue Healer

📜... so... about Sadie... 🫣👀

I just want to thank you again for all the support on this story. It's so strange to believe we are halfway to the end! Thank you to each and everyone one of you who take the time to read, comment and reblog!

Also, It's my b-day tomorrow! 🥳So this one is a little longer!

❗+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, original child, shitty family dynamics, hospital settings, hurt child, Angst, conversations about grief, this is a sad one!

#7k Words

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Jake had been standing in his kitchen, counting down the minutes before he could pick you up for your second date, when he had the sudden urge to call Janet.

She answered on the fourth ring.

"What's wrong? You never call me."

"Well, hello to you too, Janet.

He could hardly blame his sister for the greeting. Whenever he called, it was usually only to tell her he was still alive or if he was being stationed. The last time they spoke, Janet had called to chew him out for not letting her know he had returned home.

"Who did you murder, or where are they sending you off next?"

Jake smirked into the phone. "Can't I ask my pregnant sister how she is doing?"

"Fine," she replied shortly. "Pregnant. Putting up with our shitty family."

She sighed loudly, continuing, "What's happening in your world, Little Brother? Still kicking ass up there?"

"Damn straight," he remarked. "How's the Bean?"

"Due any day now, Thank god. My bladder has shrunk to the size of a pea.

Jake shook his head fondly. "You still don't want to know?"

"Nope, absolutely not," her voice was firm. "Ma keeps coming up with baby names, and the hell-bringer thinks we are naming it after him because he brought me into this world," she made a gagging sound. "This way, they can't convince the hospital of whatever name they want."

"I wouldn't put it past them," Jake said aloud, leaning against the wall beside his fridge.

It was an unspoken rule between himself and Janet that they wouldn't refer to their father as anything other than 'the Hell-Bringer." Janet had started calling him that one day out of the blue, and it had stuck ever since.

"When is Bean going to have an aunt to go with their new uncle?" she whined. "Janet," he sighed.

"What?" she cried out. "You're my last hope. George can't even hold a relationship, and Melaine will have no interest once this thing is born."

Jake grimaced. "He and Stacy didn't make it past the three-month mark?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Stacey? He was with Sarah."

"Oh," Jake replied, sensing he knew precisely what happened in that regard, Janet catching on with a disappointing sigh. "Dammit, George."

There was silence on the other end, and Jake decided it was time to admit the reason behind his call. "Actually, I might be seeing someone."

Janet drew in a sharp breath. "Seeing someone? As properly dating seeing someone? Not the bed them and ditch them the type of dating?"

"Janet."

"Oh my god, you know I joke about it, but I cannot believe someone actually decided to date and put up your annoying ass," she remarked.

"I could say the same about you and Ian. He practically had to force the ring on your finger."

"We aren't talking about my love life here, Jacob," she challenged. "Now, tell me. Who is she? Is it Elizabeth?"

Jake remained silent, his hand coming up to stroke the back of his neck. "Shit," she gasped. "You finally made your move. God help her."

"Janet."

"I can't believe you did it."

"What makes you say it's Liz?"

She scoffed. Jake could picture her standing in the farmhouse kitchen, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. "I'm not an idiot. I know my brother. You've never spoken about anyone the way you do about Elizabeth. And her niece."

He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit it each time Janet called. He almost always spoke about you and Sadie. And Janet would press and ask her questions. Looking back on it now, she probably knew something long before he did.

"It's early days, Janet."

"I'm happy for you, Jake," he could hear her smile through the phone. "I really am."

"Can you not.." he started to say before Janet interrupted him, calling out, " Do I want to see you killed? Absolutely not. Who do you think I am?"

Before Jake could reply, another voice on Janet's end startled him."What's this I hear about little Jakey getting himself a girlfriend?"

Jake thumped his head against the wall. "Fuck, is that George?"

"When I leave the front porch to take a phone call, it clearly means I want to be alone, George."

George's voice was muffled through his phone speaker as Jake caught his reply, "How long do you think it will be before she dumps him? I give it a week."

"Not your circus, not your monkey, asshole!" Janet called out.

"Come on, Janet. The black sheep of the family doesn't date. I might have to fly out to California and see this mystery woman with my own eyes. Or has Jakey's imaginary little friend from middle school come back?"

There was a scuffle on the other end of the line, and Jake thought he heard George yell out pain before he suddenly shouted, "Fuck Janet, let me go!"

Jake knew what she was doing to him. He had been on the receiving end of it countless times enough to know George would be bent over, Janet with a tight grip on his ear and tugging down hard. He couldn't help the grin on his face.

"You say anything about this to Ma or the hell bringer or even think about flying down to California, I will personally make sure you'll get a pitchfork up your ass," he heard her seethe at him. "You ruin this for him, pregnant or not, I will do it."

There was no way in hell Jake would ever entertain the idea of George visiting him here, let alone meet you or Sadie. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, you clearly could handle yourself, and Sadie was no different.

But George had a way of tainting everything good in his life. He had been compared to his brother for things he should have done better for most of his life.

Despite his words, Jake couldn't help but tease his brother, knowing he could hear him. "I'd listen to her, Georgie. Janet and pregnancy hormones ... not a good mix."

"I'm just teasing him, Janet."

"I dare you to say that one more time."

"You know as well as I, Ma and Dad won't be thrilled about him dating some girl they've never met."

"So shut your trap, never speak about this, and get your ass to the barn. Ian needs help with the haybales," she fumed.

There was a scuffle, and then Jake thought he heard the ranch back door close shut before Janet sighed into the phone. "Some days, I wonder if he really is our brother."

"Jan, if he tells them..."

"Forget about what's happening back home. I'll take care of it," she said, trying to calm Jake down. "When are you seeing her again?"

"Tonight. I've got something planned, but I don't know how Liz will take it." If he timed everything perfectly, as he had discussed with Maverick, the two of you should make it just before sunset.

"Don't tell me my fearsome navy pilot brother is nervous?" she teased him. When Jake didn't reply, Janet took pity on him. "It's cause you like her, you idiot. It's a good thing."

Jake let out a soft chuckle.

"Let me know how it goes, okay?"

After saying their goodbyes, Jake picked up the keys Maverick loaned him and decided he might as well arrive early and wait with you.

Little did he know it then, it was a good thing he did.

---

This small hospital waiting room had clearly never seen the likes of an entire squad from Top Gun gracing its mismatched seats. They were used to this, sitting in uncomfortable chairs, the long-standing hours of hearing no news, the apprehension of slight dread hanging over their heads.

This was different from those situations, though. Not the 'No New, is Good News' kind of thing. Some of the Squad's faces were etched in worry, others stoic as they tapped nervously on the armrests of their chairs.

Jake didn't pay them much mind, wanting to punch something or pace the room. You hadn't said a word to him when he placed Sadie into your arms, kneeling next to you, still mindful of putting pressure on her head. Or when the paramedics arrived, and you forced yourself to hand her over, when he pulled you back into his arms as they worked. Or when you climbed into the back of the ambulance.

"Please tell me you at least got one punch in," Rooster asked, head in his hands as he sat across from Jake.

Jake didn't bother looking up, hunched over in his chair, knowing Bradley was referring to the state of his face. The bruises had set in, the cut on his lip still undressed, and even the nurses at the front desk were urging him to be admitted.

"One," he admitted after a second before sighing. "But not with Sadie watching."

Bradley nodded absentmindedly. While he was pleased with the answer, deep down he wished he hadn't let Tyler go. Jake sat back in his chair, his mind pondering what you told him.

"Tyler ran her sister off the road during that storm."

Sitting next to Jake, Nat sharply turned her head at the mention of Ridley. "What?! He killed her?!"

Jake nodded. "Liz wasn't specific, but putting the pieces together, Tyler's father is running for some electoral bid."

Bob pipped up from his seat beside Nat, filling in the gaps. "So the attempt to kidnap Sadie was some PR save?"

Nobody replied to him. It was obvious his question was rhetorical. And nobody wanted to say out loud what had transpired. Knowing Sadie was somewhere in this hospital fighting for her life was enough.

Mav came and sat next to Bradley, sitting in the empty chair next to him. "I called Cyclone. He's calling in a few favours."

"Favours?" Bradley asked. Pete nodded, pocketing his phone. Penny placed a hand on his shoulder from her spot next to him. "He knows an admiral where Tyler's father is running for office."

"God. Cyclone is getting involved," Fanboy remarked from behind Pete. Coyote leaned forward, inquiring, "Why?

Maverick shook his head, not bothering to offer an explanation other than, "When I asked, he said it's Sadie."

Everyone agreed. It was Sadie. And if anyone could have won Cyclone over, Sadie would have been the one to do it. But Jake didn't join in on the conversation, too caught up in the realization even as he fought hard on that beach, he had failed the second Sadie fell.

Unknown to Jake, he was currently the focal point for Rooster's stare, watching every move he made, every facial expression as each thought and emotion crossed his face. Bradley opened his mouth, ready to ask the question that had been burning in the back of his mind since they had arrived until a voice interrupted him.

"I'm assuming you're all here for Ms. Beck?"

Everyone in the room turned to face an older nurse holding a clipboard. Penny was the first to launch herself out of her chair and step forward to ask, "Is she okay?"

The nurse looked at everyone in the room before glancing back at Penny, "Are all of you family?"

There was no hesitation in the way everyone in the room nodded. The nurse paused before announcing, "Sadie's still asleep but stable."

Everyone collectively sighed at the nurse's words. Then she added, "Elizabeth asked for Sadie's uncle to join her."

Nobody protested when Rooster started to stand. But then the nurse asked, "If I could have Mr. Seresin follow me, she's just back here."

Jake's headshot to the nurse, eyes wide. There was no way you'd want him there, not after she got hurt.

He had been too late.

"Are you sure you got the right person, mam?" he said, looking pointedly at Bradley, who had sat back down in shock and anger. She peered down at Jake from over the top rim of her glasses, a slight smirk on her face. "She said the blonde one."

Jake didn't bother looking back at the group when he stood. He could hear Rooster sputtering when he walked through the back doors and under flickering fluorescent lights. She led him through countless archways and winding halls till she stopped at the door, a police officer stationed just outside in a chair. He gave a tense nod to Jake before returning to his paperwork.

"Stay as long as you'd like," the nurse told him softly. "Your niece is one lucky girl."

He didn't hear her, too focused on your back through the crack in the door. He pushed it open, forcing himself to face you finally.

There was a sombre stillness in the room, Jake hesitating as he stood behind you. Sadie's small figure was engulfed in stark white sheets, multiple different wires snaking around her body. She was pale, and her head had been wrapped in a thick white bandage.

And you, not even turning your head as he came into the room, too focused on counting her breaths and watching the steady beep of her heart rate monitor. Jake couldn't see your face but could tell you were trying to hold in your tears.

He slowly gripped the back of a nearby chair to pull it closer to you, sitting down and placing his hand on top of yours that was squeezing Sadie's hand lightly.

"She has a concussion," you said, still not looking up. "And she lost a lot of blood."

He didn't say anything, deciding to stroke the back of your hand with his thumb.

"They say it could have been worse," you sniffed, wiping at your nose. "Had you not gotten there in time, it probably would have."

You tilted your head back, eyes closed, finally allowing yourself to take your eyes off Sadie for a moment before turning your chair towards Jake without looking up. The thread hanging from a rip in his jeans seemed more interesting than facing him.

But Jake carefully reached up to gently press lightly at the bruise on your cheek. You tilted your head into his touch, the action releasing the pent-up anxiety and emotions you had kept at bay for Sadie since you saw her in Jake's arms. He reached for your waist, pulling you close to the edge of your seat as the first sob crawled up your throat.

"He hasn't been around since Ridley found out she was pregnant. We made sure he couldn't get to Sadie," you sobbed, burying your face in the fabric of his shirt. Jake held you tightly as you cried, "Did I fail her? Did I fail them both?!"

"Don't go there, Liz. You couldn't have stopped him. This is all his doing, not yours."

You opened your eyes to a stain of dried blood near his shoulder, Jake standing on the beach in your peripheral vision coming to mind.

Sitting up sharply, you took in his face, small gasps escaping your lips as you trailed your fingers lightly over his lip, then the darkening bruises. He caught your hand, bringing your fingers to his mouth, "I've had worse."

Lowering your hand, he kissed your swollen wrist delicately. You sniffed, stroking the buzz-cut strains of hair behind his ear. "That doesn't mean you should."

With one glance back at Sadie, you urged him to stay as you stood, quickly going to the bathroom. Her nurse had tried to convince you to let them look at your face. You had vehemently refused, not for one second leaving Sadie alone if you could help it.

Despite your stand-offish attitude, she was kind enough to leave a makeshift first-aid kit, not really knowing the extent of your injuries, in some blind hope, you would take care of yourself. Damping a cloth, you picked up the plastic bag and returning to Jake.

He protested when you reached up with the cloth to dab at his lip. You shot him a look that instantly shut him up. Pressing it lightly against his skin, you urged, "If I don't do something, I will lose it, Jake. Let me take care of you."

Whether it had been bar fights or something else, Jake wasn't used to somebody else taking care of him, flitching as you tried to wipe at his lip, shushing him each time gently. He let you clean up the cut in silence, knowing his eyes were fixed on you as you worked.

And it bothered you, thinking his stare was pity or judgement. But the thing about Jake was you never felt like you had to hide around him. That you never had to put the mask up. But with everything that had happened, with Sadie lying hurt on the bed next to the two of you, with learning Ridley was murdered and Tyler was still out there, you were on the verge of caving hard.

"Thank you will never be enough, Jake."

His shoulders sagged. "Don't. Not yet," he spoke, turning his head towards Sadie. Your fingers trembled as you worked to peel back the wrapper of a Steri-Strip.

"I thought you would hate me. Me leaving you like that and Sadie..."

Biting your lip, you carefully placed the strip over his lip before flexing your fingers to take his face into your hands. "How could I hate you, Jake?" you whispered concerningly. "You put her first."

"She still got hurt, trying to stop him."

It didn't surprise you; Sadie was more courageous than anyone you had ever met.

"It's not your fault, Jake. It's mine," you stated, nodding your head. "I should have done more. I should have realized sooner it was Tyler. I should have gone to the police and fought harder. Realized that white fucking car was more than paranoia."

Jake shushed you, placing his forehead onto yours. "You couldn't have prepared for any of this, Liz. Tyler, Ridley... Sadie here and now. You couldn't have known."

You let out a sob as Jake said, "It's nobody's fault but that asshole's."

Then you heard it.

"Uncle Jake?"

The both of you shot up from your seats, coming to sit on either side of her bed as she tried to force her eyes open. You shushed her, cupping her cheek as you said, "Sadie? Sweetheart?"

And just like that, she opened her eyes.

You wanted to sob.

"Where am I?" She said to the ceiling before looking at you and closing them again. You tried to hide the tears from your voice as you told her, "You're in the hospital, Bug. You hit your head."

She wiggled on the bed, a groan escaping her lips as she weakly reached up to touch the bandage on her head. "I did?"

Sadie pinched her brow as everything came back to her. The glass breaking, her running, and then the panic she felt at seeing her uncle pinned to the sand.

She cried out in a panic, her eyes opening and shooting towards you, "Uncle Jake! Where is Uncle Jake?!"

"I'm right here, Bug."

She turned to glance at him, her mouth dropping open in shock as she saw the patches of blue and purple covering his face. Then she looked back at you, taking in the darkness of the skin around your eye, making her bottom lip quiver.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, her body starting to shake as she began to cry. "I'm so sorry!"

"Sadie, what are you sorry for? It's not your fault."

But she shook her head, her face riddled in pain as she exclaimed, "He hurt you. The both of you. Because of me."

"No bug, please don't think that," you whined. "It's mine. I should have protected you better. It's never, never your fault. "

You felt Jake place a hand on your back. "Don't play the blame game, Liz. It's not your fault either."

Sadie's face softened as she absorbed Jake's words. She gasped, trying to control her breathing. "Then it's his fault then. The one who hurt all of us."

She said it so simply, so child-like, you were scared you couldn't own up to the answer- to an unspoken promise. Yet, you swallowed, nodding with a tense smile.

"Are we going to be okay?"

"Yes," Jake answered Sadie's question for you. "I'm going to make sure of it."

"I'll go get the nurse," you said softly, stroking her cheek one last time before getting up to walk out the door. Jake watched you leave before sliding himself forward to hold Sadie's hand. She smiled at him, squeezing his hand before weakly murmuring, "I heard you."

"What?"

"When you picked me up, I heard you."

"Sadie..."

" I don't care what you're going to say," she croaked. "I'd do it again."

"I can take care of myself, Bug. I'm the adult who needs to look out for you. You don't need to look out for me."

"This is why you have trouble making friends," she pointed out. Jake smiled softly at her before saying, "You're my friend."

"I'm your wingman. We made a promise."

"I don't think we were facing Ursula this time, Bug."

Sadie yawned, turning her head into her pillow as she faintly murmured, "This time, it was the loch ness monster."

"Really?" Jake chuckled lowly, still holding her hand. "Another Sea Monster?"

"You're the one that flies over the ocean. I'm just sticking with the theme."

---

Once Sadie had been given the all-clear, Jake asked if he could bring her anything from home. You handed him your key, too worn out to protest, asking if he could grab the Navy Teddy bear from the fair off Sadie's bed and her overnight bag from Penny.

Each Dagger made the trek to her room, one by one, seeing for themselves that she was alright. Sadie tried to stay awake for each one, fighting off the threat of sleep, till Bradley decided to stay with you in Jake's absence.

Like you, he couldn't stop staring at her as she breathed, only occasionally glancing at the door. Even with the police officer stationed outside, Bradley was acting like a guard dog, always standing between you and the door at all times.

She passed out the minute she was able to, and you couldn't help but worry about what tomorrow would look like when you'd get to bring her home.

"Why was Jake there?" Bradley asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

You regarded him momentarily, wanting to tell him the real reason. But you weren't prepared nor ready for the emotional blowout. And it wasn't the right time or right the place. So you shrugged. "It's the Hard Deck, Bradley. Why do people go to a bar on a Friday afternoon?"

He didn't say anything, his face hard like he was lost in concentration, watching the rise and fall of Sadie's chest. And why you had the urge to suddenly ask him the following question, especially now, of all moments, you had no idea.

Maybe you knew Bradley would be honest with you here and now and wouldn't try to pass you off or find a way to escape it. Or perhaps it was your way of forgetting the weight of all the information you learned today. So in a moment of bravery, you asked, "Why do you hate him so much, Bradley?"

He went to say something, lurching forward with effort, but you interrupted him, "And don't tell me it has to do with some Navy rivalry about who is the better pilot. I know that's not true."

"I am the better pilot," he mumbled under his breath, falling back into his seat.

"You are both equally as good as each other. You just have different means of doing it. But that's beside the point."

He stared at the floor, his eyes wide, as he thought about his answer. Not that you were feeling any better, but Sadie waking up had eased the burden and allowed you to ask somewhat playfully, "Please tell me you don't have a crush on me?"

Bradley's eyes shot up to yours before he made a gagging sound. "Oh, good lord, no. You're like my little sister." His shoulders shook as if a chill had shot down his spine. "Please don't ever put that image in my head again."

You stuck your tongue out at him before looking down at Sadie, a small smile gracing your lips. He shared your smile, not that you noticed, before admitting quietly, "It's Sadie."

You raised your eyebrows at him. "Sadie?"

"Remember the mission we keep talking about? The one that brought us all together?"

You nodded.

"He said something about my dad."

"He told me he did," you admitted, taking in Bradley's pensive stare. "He regrets it, not that it means much after the fact."

His father had always been a sore subject. Sure, he talked about him from what he could remember. Their shared love of music, playing the piano, and the same taste in vacation dad t-shirts. But he always clammed up regarding the accident, his reason for joining the Navy and wanting to fly.

"Jake does not regret anything he's done," Bradley snorted. "You don't know him like we do, Liz. Sooner or later, he's going to do what he does best and leave the two of you out to dry, and I don't want to see you or Bug hurt."

"Roo," you said softly. He's just proven he won't do that to Sadie." Or me, you wanted to add.

"You have so much faith in him."

You paused, sliding your hand over the blanket on Sadie's bed before replying, "I have faith in all of you. But Hangman, it's different with him."

"How?"

You didn't want to bring it up, especially now. But something in your gut was telling you it was the only thing that would get Bradley to ease up.

"Did I ever tell you why Ridley wanted to become a nurse?"

Rooster shook his head, resting his elbows on the edge of Sadie's bed.

"She believed everyone deserved a chance. That people cared," you said quietly. "Who would I be? What type of guardian would I be for Sadie if I didn't continue that? If I didn't give Jake the same curiosity?"

"I'm just worried you're going to put your faith in someone who will let you down."

"I don't know Jake as you know him. I don't have that history. But Bradley, he just went to bat for Sadie. His face is a walking mosaic. Don't tell me he will leave her, or me, out to dry after that?"

You reached out across her bed, fingers stretching out. Bradley lifted his hand from his lap to hold yours.

"Can you live with the idea that if that happens, it's my mistake to make?" you squeezed his hand once, trying to hide the quiver from your voice as you added, "The world is not perfect, Bradley."

He gave you a sad smile. "Do you want to talk about it? About Ridley?"

You swallowed hard, recoiling your hand back from his touch. "I can't. Not now."

"Liz, you need..." But he was interrupted by a knock at the door. Jake appeared, Sadie's bag in hand and her Teddy bear in the other.

"How is she?" he asked, coming around to your side of the bed and dropping the bag next to your chair.

"Sleeping," you replied softly, watching as he placed the teddy bear in her arms, Sadie curling around the stuffed animal.

A furrow formed between Bradley's brow as he watched the look on Jake's face as he glanced at you. Everyone loved Sadie, there was nothing wrong with the way he had approached her. But you, there was something in Jake's eyes that told him there was something else.

Jake's eyes met Roosters, a flicker of apprehension flashing across his face, fearing his suspicions had been laid bare. But Jake didn't notice, instead nodding at him, a drawl of "Bradshaw" escaping his lips.

Bradley stood, ignoring Jake, his eyes lingering on you as he asked, "Can I have your key? I'll run a few errands to make sure your set when you bring her home."

Jake dropped your key into the palm of your hand as you replied, "Bradley, you don't have to do that."

"Liz, just let us help you."

You placed your house key into Bradley's hand, a reserved look on your face. He looked at you briefly before nodding, walking to the door, pausing, and turning to Jake.

"Hangman."

Jake's eyes followed Bradley out the door before looking back at you.

"Jake, you don't have to.." You started to say before you caught the stern look on his face, instantly shutting you up. Honestly, the last thing you wanted was to be alone in his hospital room.

"I'm not going anywhere. Not when he can still get to you both."

Every hour a nurse would come by to wake Sadie up. For the first two, you didn't want to do anything but stare at her, unmoving from your chair. Jake was beginning to worry, watching you fight off sleep, swaying forward occasionally only to catch yourself.

The nurse had kindly brought a 'father' bed from the nearby maternity ward and placed it in the corner of the room with a pillow. You hadn't looked in its direction once or even thought about sleeping.

"Liz," he said softly, trying to arouse your attention. When you said nothing, Jake stood, touching your shoulder. You jolted awake, slightly shocked, until you realized it was him. "You need to get some rest."

"She's perfectly safe, and nothing will happen to her." You shook your head, barely managing to gather the energy to speak. But Jake persisted, trailing his hand down your arm to grasp at your hand. You let him pull you up.

"I can't..."

"You can. She's not going anywhere. Don't worry. I have my eye on her." Jake led you to the corner of the room, making you stand in front of the pullout. He let your hand go to sit down.

"Come here," He laid back against the backrest, holding out his arm as an invitation for you to join him. You might have fought him more, but you needed comfort with everything that had happened.

But once you settled into his arms, Jake asked you softly, "You want to talk about it?"

You shook your head against his chest, hiding your face. Jake had read you like a book. "Elizabeth, you can't keep burying your grief."

Your reply was muffled against his chest, "It's not that easy."

"I never said it was easy, but dwelling in your sorrows won't change anything."

Something in the way he said that hit you in your chest, sitting down with no intent to move. The smell of antiseptic making your stomach turn. The longer he sat there with you, the shock of everything reached its boiling point.

It was too much.

"What's wrong with me?!" you wailed. "She's been gone almost a year, and I can't even..."

You drew in a shuttering breath at the end of your unfinished sentence. You didn't need to continue, Jake had seen it repeatedly - in the way you would shelter yourself from any conversation to do with her to gripping your arm. Or to how Sadie remarked you hadn't been happy since her mom had passed away.

"I made a promise," you sniffed through your tears. "That the both of us would be strong for each other while we dealt with everything. That we wouldn't cave. But she struggled when I brought her home, and I had to be strong for her. She needed me to be strong for her. She wanted to be strong, and I needed to do the same."

"Sadie isn't going to love you any less because you can't be strong around her. None of us will."

You whimpered at his word. Suddenly, the dam burst open. "I tried. I tried to read the book, I tried talking about her with everyone, with you. Believing I'm fine when I'm not. Saturday nights with everyone, only to run into the kitchen the first chance I get because she's not there."

You sobbed into his chest. "It's so hard, Jake. Knowing she's not here. That he took her away from us."

"I know," he spoke into your hair, gripping the back of it. "Healing isn't linear, Darlin'. It's messy, and it takes time."

Something was validating in hearing his words. Something that no longer made you feel like a self-pity dealer. That it was okay for you to feel like this. That there was no mask needed in any given situation.

Jake, whether he knew it or not, was giving you the permission you so desperately needed to know it was okay to be sad.

And he let you. He let you cry it out, rocking you back and forth in this hold until you sniff, wiping at your eyes. "When did you get so wise, Jake Seresin?"

“Wise?” He scoffed. “No, darlin', I'm experienced. There's a difference."

Even with your tears, you rolled your eyes. "Why did that sound more sexualized than it should have been?"

"You're the one that went there. I'm just stating facts," Jake grinned. You huffed, pulling yourself closer to his side as a yawn coincided with your quiet laughter.

"Enough with the heavy. You need to sleep." He adjusted his hold on you, fingers threading themselves through the hair at the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into his chest. "I'm watching her."

You snuggled into his side, your hand making a fist gripping his shirt and the ball chain of his dog tags through the fabric. But you were still tense despite your exhaustion, causing Jake to shake you a little in encouragement.

"Relax, I'm not going to bite," He said before softly pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Not unless you ask me to."

You groaned sleepily into his chest, "Jake."

You fell asleep listening to him chuckle.

---

Jake had driven you both home once the doctor had given Sadie the all-clear later in the evening the next day. Sadie made a beeline to the couch, a long-standing ritual with her whenever she felt poorly, the second she walked through the door.

This left you and Jake standing in your kitchen, the moment making you think back to that first Saturday night when Jake had followed you inside with the dishes. The night before the Daggers were deployed.

You could never have thought this would be your future, holding yourself tight, leaning up against your counter, Jake filling your kettle with water, rummaging around in your tea cupboard. You pressed your forehead to his shoulder as he placed it back on its stand, turning to hold you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, not saying anything. He let you take what you needed from him.

The both of you eventually joined Sadie on the couch, watching as she held the remote to the TV, staring at the black screen. For a second, you were scared she would ask to watch Pride and Prejudice. Instead, she asked, "Can we put on The Princess Bride? I know I can't watch, but I'd like to listen."

To any onlooker, the group of you would have been a sight - Sadie with her stitches across the back of her head. Jake with his bruised face, split lip and marked-up knuckles. And you, with your black eye.

Yet, you couldn't have felt safer than huddled on your couch here with them.

Halfway through the movie, you found yourself with your head lying against Jake's leg. Sadie had migrated from the other end of the couch to in front of you, head buried in your shoulder as she used your arm as a pillow. Even with the knowledge Tyler was still out there, waiting for the next chance to strike again, you passed out knowing there wasn't anywhere else you wanted to be.

It was around 3 in the morning when Jake woke you up, silently urging you to go to bed. You tried to figure out the best way to move without disturbing Sadie until he stood, kneeling next to the two of you and carefully hooked his arms under her body. In her sleep, Sadie snuggled into Jake's chest once he stood.

"Go get ready," he murmured softly. "I'll get her to bed."

You stayed on the couch for a second, watching as he carried her off to her room before sighing and getting up. You forced yourself not to look out your window as you passed it by.

The bruise around your eye was an unwelcome sight in your mirror as you washed your face and got ready. You found yourself sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at the book on your nightstand, wondering if Jake was going to seek you out.

And then he appeared in your doorway, watching you dangle your legs back and forth.

"Jake," you said quietly, shame in your tone. "I don't want to be alone."

He pushed himself off your doorframe, kneeling in front of you, between your legs and hands resting on either side. He slid his whole hand up the outside of your thigh, stroking back and forth, attempting to comfort you.

"What do you need, darlin'?" he hushed. "What can I do?"

"Don't leave me?" it was a quiet plea.

Jake reached for your hips, sitting up to press his forehead to yours. You took it one step further, sliding off the edge of your bed and down to the ground in front of him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. He hugged you tight, head pressing into your collarbone before grabbing the back of your thighs to stand. You clung to him, legs tightly clinging around his waist.

He was next to your bed in two steps, one arm still clutching you while the other swept your covers down. You weren't sure how he could sit down with you hanging on to him, how he turned while holding the covers up and siding underneath them. You never let go as he settled you on top of him, hand stroking up and down your back.

Then you found yourself seeking out his lips, lightly grazing yours against his. There was nothing overly sexual in how you lightly pressed into him and grazed your nose along his, how you sought him out, lazily kissing him.

You were mindful of his injured lip each time, content to simply be here and now with Jake in your bedroom, his warmth and smell willing you to calm down. There was no objective, no end goal in your actions - after everything that had happened, you needed the assurance, the comfort, him.

From Tyler. From you feeling like a failure as Sadie's guardian because you couldn't prevent outside forces from coming after her. From the burdening grief of losing Ridley, the one you kept shoving aside only for Jake to crack wide open.

And yet, all you could think about was that it might be time to take that first step - even if it is just turning that one page on Pride and Prejudice on your nightstand.

---

Jake woke in the early morning to a rattle from your bedside table. He had let you sleep, doing Sadie's two-hour checks, used to the lack of sleep.

The both of you had moved, your back pressed tightly against his front. His arm was wrapped securely around your waist, and his nose was buried in your hair. Rolling over, he reached for his phone and spied the unknown caller ID, bringing it up to his ear as he answered.

"Seresin."

"It's about time you answered the phone."

Jake quickly shot you a look over his shoulder before getting up and walking into your hallway, shutting the door gently behind him.

"Wouldn't have answered had I known you were on the other end," he spat, continuing to your kitchen so you wouldn't hear his conversation.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Always taking the easy way out, just like when you joined the Navy. Flying around, pretending to be important while accomplishing nothing of substance."

"I'm assuming you didn't call to put down my choice in career, though that would have been preferable for someone like you." Jake said sarcastically.

"No, it's not," Jake's father replied snarkily. "I've heard you've been playing house with some girl."

Jake's grip tightened on his phone, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "And how would you know, seeing as you've never taken the time of day to call before now."

"Melaine."

Of course, Melaine would be the one to spill, Jake thought. Always telling other people's secrets and stories so she could watch the chaos afterwards.

"Didn't know my love life was the only source of entertainment down there," he remarked, leaning up against your island.

"Spare me the sentimental crap. A man like you shouldn't be saddled with someone else's burden."

Jaked laughed lowly. "Don't expect me to apologize for my life not fitting into your narrow-minded definition of what a man should be."

There was a monetary pause on the line. Jake's father let out a bitter chuckle. "Oh, so you're a saint now, huh?" he replied mockingly. "Trying to play the hero? Just like your grandfather, right?"

Jake didn't say anything, staring down at your floor.

"You think you can be that kid's uncle? You're wasting your time on a woman who can't give you anything real."

Jake saw his opportunity, smirking into the end of his phone, as he answered, "I'd rather be a fool for choosing a noble idea than be somebody who settled for mediocrity. Tell me, Dad, how's the ranch life working for you?"

"Don't test me, boy!" he seethed. "I'm not the one showboating in some plane over the fucking ocean."

"Better than shovelling shit every day."

His father growled, clearly agitated. "You've always been a rebellious one. Thinking you can defy me, defy tradition. No man wants to be raising her sister's kid, son. She's nothing but trouble and damaged goods. I won't have her ruining the Seresin name."

Rather than react to the dig towards you, Jake scoffed. "Yeah, sure, Keep talking like your opinion matters that much anyway."

"End it. Or I'm sending George up to California to end it for you. At least he knows how to take orders like a good son."

And then the line went dead.

Jake gripped his phone, tossing it harshly to your kitchen island. The conversation stung, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Even in California, miles between him and his home state, his father still tried to influence his life.

Needing to seek you out for comfort he returned to your room, pausing after he opened the door. You had turned in your sleep without him there, a hand stretched out to where he once was. The morning sunlight casting a beam through your drapes to the spot next to your head on your pillow. Sliding back beside you, Jake carefully lifted your arm as he placed it on his chest. You pulled yourself to him, head content to lay on his shoulder as a sigh escaped your lips.

"Jake," you murmured sleepily. "Is everything okay?"

"Go back to sleep," he replied, kissing your forehead hard. "It was just a wrong number."

Sadie's fine!!! 🥰 I'm not THAT heartless...

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