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klausysworld · 1 year ago

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(This is based on that cam girl idea I had except I ended up making more boring than I initially thought so I might make another or something? I dunno, either way I hope everyone likes it cuz it’s still cute)

Something special

Klaus was no stranger to sex. Over a thousand years he had tried damn near everything and knew just how to pleasure both himself and others. He found it both amusing and inspiring how humans invented new things to satisfy their needs and often tested them out. Webcaming sites were one of his favourites.

Having an eager, gorgeous girl on his screen teasing him for hours and moaning softly. It helped that he had a lot of money, it mean he had private chat rooms and calls with a lot of these girls. There, when it was only him, they would begin to lose more clothing. Some were happy to be completely naked for everyone to see but the ones who were out for money only did it for the right amount. They were his favourites, knowing that they got excited when he joined the live because he would offer what they needed.

He hadn't been on for a good while while he was busy with his curse and hybrids but once he had the time, he decided to log back on. He scrolled for a little while to find someone who peaked his interest. Klaus was careful with who he picked, he didn't want to have loads of girls waiting for him, he needed them to feel special and wanted.

But after a little while, he found her. Y/n, or at least that was her name on here. With a slight smile, he joined. She was in her panties and an oversized baby-pink jumper that went just over her thighs and swallowed her pretty body. Her hair was down and she was simply eating her dinner, gammon egg and fries. The wall behind her was white and he could see the end of her bed at the edge of the screen. She smiled at the camera as she dipped her fry in her egg and took it into her mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing it down.

He watched the comments, and then her, studying how she reacted to different requests and compliments. Some people were asking for her to take off the jumper, some were asking her to lick her knife and others were asking to have a private or members only stream. She hummed softly as she took a sip of her drink, which was a tall glass of milk making Klaus smirk.

She shifted to sit up in her knees, her thighs parted but the jumper making it impossible to see between them. A good few people send her money, most a maximum of $50 but he could tell that she was happy with that. She let out a soft laugh at one of the comments, "mm it's just milk, I'm sorry" she smiled and as though it were contagious, so did Klaus.

For the next few nights he just watched her. The most she would let anyone see of her was her thighs or sometimes a little cleavage but she wasn't explicit at all. He began to wonder how much it would take to have her take her panties off. So, out of curiosity, he asked.

He watched as her face went pink and she fiddled with the edge of her t-shirt. "You're very forward..." she glanced at the accounts name "Nik" she murmured softly and he grinned.

A hundred?

He questioned with a sly smile and she nibbled her lip and ignored him making him hum lowly to himself.

Two hundred?

He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly in determination. When she still didn't answer him and instead began talking to a different one of her...fans I suppose, he decided to send her some money. $500 to be exact. Her eyes went wide and she seemingly shrank into herself. "I- um..." her face reddened and she paused for a moment before the steam ended. He then received a private message

I can refund you

was all it said and he frowned

Why would I want a refund? It's for you, sweetheart.

he replied with a click of his tongue, watching the three dots dance across his laptop screen.

I won't do what you want for it. You can have it back.

she was scared and he knew that but he didn't want her to be.

That's alright, love. You can keep it anyways. Maybe buy yourself something and wear it in your next show.

he offered, hoping she would accept. As soon as she did, he was in.

If you're sure? I'm very sure. Well then thank you, Nik ❤️

he smiled at his screen and went offline for the rest of the night. He began to picture how her body would look beneath her baggy clothes, he imagined her sexy little figure crawling towards him on his screen and her lips whispering his name like she had before.

The thought stuck with him even in sleep and followed him all the next day and onwards.

It took a good couple of weeks to fully gain her attention. Then he was on every day, sending in money and flattering her. He was happy to do so though, besides she had been more confident and a little more seductive with her behaviour. She still never took her clothes off, especially not for everyone but when he went into a members only room with her and a few others she would be in only her underwear. No shirt or jumper to hide her soft skin.

And after persistency, he managed to have a one-on-one session. He had his camera off to begin with but when she shyly asked if she could see him, he didn't want to deny her sweet voice. Her expression was somewhat relaxed when she saw him, he wondered what other kinds of people would manage to get her like this.

He smiled and hummed as he allowed her to look him over for a moment. "Better than expected sweetheart?" he purred and she shrugged sheepishly.

"Well yeah honestly" she laughed and so did he. Most of the men she went one-on-one ended up being either old and alone, young and horny or married and telling her she needed to be quiet because his wife was in the next room over or that he was on break at work. Still, she never hung up, they were paying her after all. Some of them were there purely to talk and of course others were much more direct about what they wanted.

Nik had been a bit of a mystery to her. Sometimes he was asking to see her panties and the next he was just wondering about her day or what things she had in her room like the teddy bears on her bed which she didn't mean to have in the shot.

So she was curious as to how this first personal interaction would go.

Klaus was mostly proud that he had gotten this far but also somewhat excited, after realising that Y/n had become his release for his stress after a long day in Mystic Falls, he began to feel a little something for her. He just knew if she were here that she'd be terrified, she was far too lovely for war and pain. If Klaus were honest, he didn't really understand why she was on this kind of platform, she really didn't seem the type but he assumed it was for the money or perhaps she wasn't as innocent as she made him and the others believe but he didn't think that was the case.

Either way, he had been looking forward to this evening for a while. "Well I'm glad I haven't disappointed" he chuckled and she smiled. She sat back against her fluffy pink beanbag so the camera could see her top half. His eyes traced the pattern on her white lace bra, a little jewel handing for the bottom. Her hair looked freshly done and he could tell that she put in much more effort for her spenders.

"Don't worry about disappointing me, I can promise that you won't" she told him, her voice smooth like silk as his tongue wetted his lips and he straightened up. He was sat in bed, his laptop on his lap over the covers and a bottle of lube on his bedside table just incase.

They began just talking about simple things, she asked him questions and he answered to an extent and vice versa.

But as the night grew older, he began to ask if he was allowed to have a better look at her. She agreed easily and stood up for him, giving a 360 of her body. He groaned softly and damn near begged for her to take her panties off and by the end of the call she did. Her thighs squeezed together but he could see her smooth little mound. She sat back in her beanbag on her side so the curve of her ass was on display for his eyes and occasionally when she shifted, he would catch a glimpse of her glistening cunt.

After a good while she had to go and thanked him for everything he had said to her and given her. He smiled back and thanked her in return "Perhaps next time we'll get rid of that pretty bra of yours too?" he teased and she blushed.

And next time, he did. He had her completely naked, lead on her front and eating some chips while they spoke. Klaus could imagine her tender breasts spilling out of his hands as she told him some innocent story without realising his attention being elsewhere as she leaned up on her elbows allowing him to see her pebbled nipples. Once he let out a groan, she popped her head up and realised. He could see something dim in her eyes and it made him feel some sort of guilt? But she brushed whatever it was away and smiled, asking if he wanted her to help him feel better.

After that he began to push further and further each time, becoming aware that when she trusted him enough, she would do just about. anything.

Her manicured nails would squeeze at her budded nipples while he gave slow strokes to his hardened cock, occasionally cupping his balls to tease himself.

Her legs would part for him to get that view he had longed for, his mouth watering and cock beginning to twitch with the need to bury inside her and yet he feared that he never would.

Often it was one-sided, Klaus would get off while she spoke delicious words to fuel his desire and showed off her body. But after a while he began to request that she showed him how she played with herself. He asked if she ever thought about any of her spenders when she was alone at night and if she would ever let any of them, more importantly him actually meet her. Touch her, fuck her. God he wanted to, he needed to.

Seeing her little fingers curl inside her tight little cunt was becoming addictive. It got even better when he would send her the money over and a link of the toys he wanted her to play with for him.

Sometimes she would bring her toys out in some of her normal streams, she would have her vibrating panties on while she spoke to her fans, grinding against a teddy and biting at her own lip to keep quieter than she would be normally.

Klaus and Y/n had become somewhat emotionally involved without telling the other of their true feelings. They both assumed the other was their for physical things. Y/n especially thought Klaus could care less about her. Especially when he suddenly stopped turning up. Never joining her performances or even coming online. She assumed he must've gotten bored or something?

She didn't know that he was in New Orleans, in and out of wars and living in a house full of bloodsucking creatures, night howlers and magic practisers.

And he didn't know that she was also in New Orleans, working in a little coffee shop out of the way. Not until he found himself inside it after a very long night. He didn't want to go home and stayed out, wondering until the sun rose and shops began to open. That was when he stepped inside and his eyes found hers.

Recognition flashed through both of them and he could hear her heart pounding as she stepped back quickly, tripping on her foot as her breathing escalated and a whispered chant of "nonono" slipped past her lips. On instinct he rushed forward to follow her, shoving past the little gate that let the employees go behind the counter. Other staff yelled at him but he just focused on following her breathing.

He got to a small room which a couple coats hung up and some bags, then he heard a slam and lifted his head to see a window smack closed.

Hurriedly he went back out through the front and sped round where she must’ve climbed out, he could faintly hear the quick patter of footsteps and chased it. His breathing was almost as fast as hers as he turned corners with pace and ran straight into someone. He apologised with a grunt and looked up only to find himself surrounded by people once again as the day was beginning in the busy city.

He let out a frustrated groan and spun around, checking through the crowds as much as he could. “For fucks sake” he growled, storming through the people until eventually finding his way home.

After that day he went back to that coffee shop every day until he eventually compelled one of the other workers only to find out she quit on the same day she saw him there. He compelled every person in the building until one of them told him that they knew where she shopped.

He then continued to hang around the shopping centre for hours like a full on stalker.

Eventually he spotted her, and he did not waste a single second before he was directly behind her “Y/n?” He whispered and she physically jumped as his hand came in contact with her shoulder. She smacked his hand off her, wide eyes staring at him and he knew she was ready to run so he moved forward. Hands either side of her head against the shelves of the supermarket.

Her breathing was laboured and fear rolled off of her. “What do you want?” She whispered, her voice a little more breathy under the circumstances but still mellifluous.

“I- I don’t know” he whispered back, becoming a little confused. What did he want from her? As if realising the situation a little better he moved his hands away from her. What the hell was he doing?

He had caged the poor girl, scared her and for what? To look at her? He could do that online though he was certain she would have blocked his access by now. He didn’t even think to log back on.

His jaw clenched and he took in the anxious expression painting her face. Had someone found her before? Did she think he was here to hurt her?

“I’m sorry” he murmured, taking a hesitant step back “I didn’t know you were here, I just saw you and- I don’t know…I just wanted to…see you? Or talk to you? I don’t-“ he could feel his mouth going dry as he stared at her

“How did you know I’d be in here?” She asked, afraid and a guilty look spread through him.

“Well…okay that makes it look worse” he laughed uneasily. “I just…I missed you” he whispered and she studied his face

“It’s not like it’s hard for you to see me” she whisper yelled and he sighed

“Well I know that but I couldn’t come on there anymore” he mumbled knowing that a number of beings would’ve been able to hear it.

“Right, you’re married or something. Look I don’t care okay? I’m not gonna tell anyone. I don’t even know if your name is Nik” she promised. “I won’t say anything and you won’t say anything…right?” She asked, a twinkle of desperation glistening in her eyes.

His expression softened slightly and he backed away slightly so she wasn’t trapped. “I’m not, married- but I won’t do or say anything. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you” he told her, still confused with what he himself was thinking and doing.

She watched as he left, bumping into someone by mistake as he left. She wasn’t sure whether she should be more afraid or at ease. She leaned more towards the first one.

She began to look over her shoulder whenever she was out, she moved apartments and changed her loyalties when it came to shopping.

And yet still, even with Klaus also trying to avoid her and leave her be, they managed to collide.

Walking straight into each other in the middle of town. His hand had lurched forward to catch her from falling and they both looked to the other prepared to look annoyed before both going silent and wide-eyed. After a second he let go of her and they both muttered an apology, what was worse was that he was with Rebekah and Hope. As soon as Y/n saw the child she turned moved past him, gaining speed as she went. Rebekah could tell something was wrong as her brother went to follow the girl only to sigh and turn back to Hope.

“Secret lover?” She teased but he didn’t look amused so she kept it to herself though she had Hope shared a look.

Klaus however only appeared troubled. He found himself making a new account to watch his girl once again but she’d been inactive for a little while, people asking for her to come back. He hoped he wasn’t the cause but part of him knew he was. He’d spooked her.

But after a while she came back and he watched, send in some cash and eventually he was on a one on one session again. He apologised for how he’d come across and promised he never had ill intentions. After a little time they fell back into pattern and their confidences grew when asking and doing things.

And when he saw her working in an art store selling paints and other mediums as well as helping out with some galleries nearby, he decided to actually talk to her comfortably.

He asked if she’d consider going to dinner with him and gave her his actual number. After a good week she agreed and he had in a fancy restaurant. He could practically smell her nerves but tried his best to soothe her, promising everything was okay and safe. She told him she did the camming for two reasons, for the money but also for herself because she enjoyed it and it made her feel good about herself. They both agreed that if their relationship progressed that it wouldn’t stop her from doing what she wanted just like she wouldn’t stop him from his….job that he made up.

In fact he asked if she’d ever let him join her. She had laughed and shook her head but several dates later when he had her pressed against the same bed that he’d watched her touch herself in months earlier, and was sucking pink marks into his skin, he asked again. And with convincing, she agreed.

God he couldn’t wait to have people know she was taken, he knew it would take a little while but he wanted to make all those people watch as he fucked her senseless. Show them how a real man could treat her instead of those toys.

Not that he didn’t enjoy using them with her, whether it was steaming or in their personal time. He kept her hidden from his family and she didn’t want to ask about it, a little worried for the answer after that time she saw the little girl and blonde women but she had fallen in love with him and it frightened her to think that any of this wasn’t real for him.

For her, she was safe. She was with someone who respected and knew about what she did and would pleasure her not only privately but willingly be apart of her…show.

And for him, she was someone who didn’t see him as a monster or a freak. She wasn’t caught up in any of his family drama or causing any. Everything was nice…for a while.

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lowkeyrobin · 9 months ago

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hi could you please write smth about accidentally revealing your relationship with quackity? preferably with cc!reader <3

of course!! thanks for the request 🫶 ; ik I did a preference about accidentally revealing relationships but doing a little different thing and going in depth w it was fun!

QUACKITY ; softlaunch ❌ hardlaunch ✅

summary ; you and Alex accidentally reveal your relationship

warnings ; language, little bit of buzzed ranting, use of pet names (babe)

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1k

masterlist

You and Alex have been together for about ten-ish months, keeping it on the low since you'd been traveling around for QSMP meetups, events, and the Streamer Awards for a little bit.

You'd finally gotten home, your shared apartment with Alex, with Cellbit and Roeir tagging along. The three were planning to make a 'trying mexican candies' video in the morning while you were planning to edit and maybe stream til you felt tired enough to quit and sleep. The three guys sit out in the living room, watching some TV show as they sprawl out on the couch, buzzed from the aftermath of award winning.

You were more than proud for your boyfriend, but it being so late now, and your need for comfort after being overstimulated for hours on end, called for a little alone time. You sit in your office, the clock reading 1:30am as you hit the Go Live button on your stream.

You decided to chill out behind the closed door, just chatting with whatever viewers were still awake at this hour, or were just beginning their day, depending on timezones. After five minutes, you greet your chat, snacking on some cookies you'd picked up from the store before returning home earlier, a glass of milk sitting on your desk next to the plastic box.

You sit in your very comfortable chair with a QuackityHQ hoodie, with the signature duck in the corner and design on the back, and some long, patterned pj pants, colored dark blue and black with a floral design. They were thin enough to wear in the warm heat, which was perfect for you. You looked tired but didn't really feel that way, like your eyes were sewn open from adrenaline and happiness.

"Good morning, everyone" You chuckle, "Alex just won an award, feeling good! He, Cellbit and Roier got some drinks and have been watching TV on the couch, so sorry if you can hear them. I closed the door just in case but don't mind any shouting or music"

Your chat explodes with messages, congratulating you, even though you lost in your category, and spamming hearts and heart hands emojis. Someone sends in a small donation, asking for clarification why they were at your house.

"Oh, Alex didn't wanna drive all the way back to his place and he had his car parked here from earlier. He drove the other two and we all left together. They're staying the night" You nod, clarifying with a little bit of lying, not wanting to slip up.

You'd known for a while that Alex was just a secretive person over the smallest things, and he didn't know why. You were totally fine being open about your relationship with friends, but made sure to respect boundaries for him. He reassured you in his own panic that he wasn't embarrassed to be with you and didn't want to hide his love for you often.

He explained it in simplest terms as he was weirdly secretive and he didn't want his weirdo stans attacking you or only watching you for him, he didn't want to ruin your fanbase that you built from the ground up. You'd been friends since forever, a good percentage (if not all, then most) of your fans also watched Quackity's content, which kind of made sense to you, but you didn't question it.

"But yeah, it was fun, just like... there were so many people, and so much was happening all at once and shit. I'm just trying to calm down and get tired." You lightly smile, taking a bite of one of your cookies. "I'm so proud of everyone who won and everyone who was nominated, good night for everyone"

You sit and talk to your chat for a while, occasionally listening to the trio's laughter outside your office. Before you can even snap your head around to inform whoever entered that you were live, they were already speaking, slightly laughing, and stumbling.

"Babe, oh my God, I'm so sorry! I accidentally dropped one of your plates in the kitchen and it fucking shattered everywhere, I'm so sorry. I cleaned it up, I just wanted to tell you than wait for you to notice and make you mad, I'm sorry, Y/n/n"

Your jaw hangs slightly agape, and you stare with a silent expression. You slowly turn back to your stream, the chat absolutely exploding with messages. You saw probably a hundred first time chatters even making an expression about it.

"Lex, I'm live" You speak between your teeth, muting your mic. "Ah- uh, it's, it's fine"

He quickly regains his composure, staring over at you, then looking over to your PC, showing that you were a thousand percent live and five thousand people heard him say that. By the morning, it'd be all over Twitter and YouTube Shorts and TikTok, people were already clipping it.

"Shit"

"Alex, holy shit"

The two of you sit in silence for a minute, trying to rationalize what to do. Cell and Roier bust into the office as well, seeing both of you silent before asking, where you both talk over each other very loudly to try and explain.

They both look over to your monitors, confirming you were live. They both laugh in a light hearted way, looking to Quackity.

"You're cooked, dude"

"Rest in peace"

"You say that like I'm embarrassed to be with them, I mean, it's not like that... I think. Y/n, are you embarrassed to be with me? I'm not embarrassed to be with you, I wanna post pictures of us on adventures and experiencing shit so people can see us for us and what we are-"

"My brother in Christ" You sigh with a chuckle, rubbing your temples. "It's said and done, it's fine. And no, I'm not embarrassed to be with you" You turn back to your stream, unmuting yourself under the red LED lights and lamp on your desk.

You sigh and shrug before speaking, throwing your hands up halfway in defense.

"Y/s/n real"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #quackity oneshot #quackityhq x reader #alex quackity x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #qsmp x reader

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the-kr8tor · 6 months ago

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hi can I make a request where reader works at her families restaurant like one of those cute Indian restaurants and hobie becomes like her favorite customer and when she gets to like him she flirts with him relentlessly and yh

Hi hi! Thank you for the cute request!! 😘❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, FLUFF.

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

“What will you have, stranger?” You ask, the menu cradled on your arm. Eyes shining in the warm light, you seem to shine brighter when he stares at you like he hasn't seen you in years. Truthfully, it's only been three days since his last visit.

Hobie has been nursing the glass of icy water in his hand, condensation prickling his palms. The cold is a stark contrast to the way his skin heats up from how you sweetly uttered the word ‘stranger’ when in fact he hasn't been a stranger to you for a long time.

The golden light above acts as your spotlight, the cushy seats of ‘his’ booth that he has practically claimed for himself feels like it was molded for him. The aromatic scent of the entire restaurant, your restaurant, has him relaxing almost immediately. After a year of coming here, he feels at home. He already knows all the songs your father seems to always play on the speakers.

And with all the days he always seems to find himself in the restaurant, you've grown close. Quite close in fact that his monthly rendezvous has turned to weekly visits to daily in a span of a few months. And with you always being his server, it was impossible not to fall for your favourite customer. Now his visits doesn't restrict him to the restaurant.

“You know what I want, love.” Hobie sends you a quick wink when he's sure that no one in your family is in the vicinity.

“Hobie.” You warn, whispering, hiding your face with the menu in your hand. “I told you, your flirting won't get you a discount,” he opens his mouth but you already know what he's about to say. “Or have me on the menu.”

He laughs, metal rings tapping on his drink. “Can't hurt to try, right?”

“Yeah, I'm sure you saying it for the 412th time would finally get it to work.”

“Fine, my usual then.”

“Extra spice?” You almost wince at the thought.

“Yes, please. Extra, until I get your family's attention.”

“I'll get the milk ready then.” God, he has never wanted to hold someone's hand this bad. Noticing how his pinky twitches towards you, you act as if you're giving him the menu when in fact you're hiding how you quickly squeeze his hand.

As quick as your warmth came, you take it away in a snap. He's glad you did though, because if you didn't he might've pulled you closer to him.

“Thanks, love.” Hobie smiles smugly at you, knowing he won. You almost wish you're not working right now so you could kiss the smirk off his lips.

“Coming right up.” You wink back, now he's the one who's all giddy by a mere wink.

You should tell him that your family knows him well by now, even giving him extra heaping portions for his loyalty. But you just love seeing him cry and fan himself whenever he eats something he can't handle.

#request done #the kr8tor's creations #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x reader #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv imagine #atsv hobie #atsv fluff #hobie fluff #hobie brown x fem!reader #spider punk x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #hobie imagines #hobie fanfic #hobie x reader #fanfic #cw food mention

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sidekick-hero · 10 months ago

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Love from the other side

(steddie | rated: M | wc: 6.2k | tags: Vampire Eddie Munson, Nurse Steve Harrington, Mild Gore, Blood Drinking | AO3)

"Steve, we've got a major crash on the Interstate. Multiple vehicles involved. You're on triage duty. Patients will be arriving in five minutes,” Robin, the head nurse in the ER, tells him in a calm voice. She's Steve's best friend, but even he's sometimes surprised at how calm Robin can be in critical situations. He's seen her fret over the prospect of asking out a girl she likes, and her freak-out before her first date with Nancy is now something of a legend between them.

But ask her to handle a crisis and she's cool as a cucumber.

Steve sighs and nods. That means it's going to be a long night. He's already been on for ten hours, two more and he could have gone home to his cat and his warm, soft bed. But they're understaffed as it is, and with so many new patients in unknown condition coming in, he'll be here for at least another five hours. Maybe more.

He makes his way to the triage area of the ER and braces himself for what's to come.

When he finally makes it home, the sun has already risen and he's dead on his feet.

He stumbles through the front door of his apartment and is greeted by Garfield, his tabby cat, who continues to weave through his legs as he takes off his shoes, almost tripping him. He meows pitifully at Steve.

"Yeah, yeah, you poor thing. You'r treated worse here than in a shelter. Warm and cozy and dry with a human to open your tins and feed you."

Garfield meows again, this time more demanding, emphasizing the urgency with which he wants food.

Throwing up his arms, Steve relents. "Fine. Heaven forbid I get to change into something comfortable first."

As soon as he places Garfield's bowl in front of him, Steve is all but forgotten as the cat digs in. "You're welcome," he says to his beloved little freeloader, not expecting a response. He's talking to a cat, after all, but it still helps make the apartment feel less empty.

And there's no one to judge him for it. Not since Robin moved in with Nancy and he had to find a one-bedroom apartment that he could actually afford on his own.

It's not that he begrudges them their happiness, far from it. But coming home to an empty apartment and talking to his cat instead of another human being got old pretty quickly. Worse than that.

It has become lonely.

"Pull yourself together, Steve, and stop whining," he chides himself, still talking out loud.

Steve sighs. He can see himself ending up a hermit with twenty cats who never leaves the house. Deciding it's best to just go to sleep before his thoughts turn any more self-pitying, he bends down to scratch Garfield's head and tells him, "I'm going to bed."

Garfield continues to ignore him as he sips the milk Steve has placed in front of him.

Steve is off for the next two days and spends the time mostly sleeping, doing laundry, and stocking up on food after realizing he didn't even have a slice of toast for breakfast.

He also goes over to Robin and Nance's for dinner, since he's not a hopeless hermit yet. Between the three of them, they go through three bottles of wine and end up swapping stories and inside jokes until his stomach hurts from laughing so hard.

It doesn't make coming back to an empty apartment any easier.

His next shift is another night shift, and it's surprisingly quiet for a Friday night. So far, the worst he has had to deal with is a nasty cut on a drunk frat boy's forehead after the guy fell through a glass door. Steve's still surprised he didn't hurt himself worse. Head wounds bleed like crazy, though, so he looked like he had been attacked by a serial killer when his equally drunk buddies carried him to the emergency room. Seeing that only one deep cut needed stitches, while the other, shallower cuts on his arms and face would be fine on their own, had put Steve in a surprisingly good mood.

So good, in fact, that he carelessly remarked to Carol, the other nurse on duty with him, "Looks like a quiet night for once."

You could have heard a needle drop in the silence that followed his statement, and Carol looked ready to murder him. He had just violated the most important rule in any hospital.

Never, under any circumstances, say the "Q" word.

"Fuck. Oh God, I didn't mean..."

"Too fucking late, Harrington." Carol huffed before stalking off, probably to complain about him to her boyfriend, who was also the hospital director's son.

Less than twenty minutes later, all hell broke loose.

A dance floor at a local club had collapsed, resulting in several dozen serious casualties, all arriving on stretchers, crowding the triage area as Steve worked on autopilot. Assess, prioritize, assist.

In the midst of the chaos, another ambulance arrives and he goes over to talk to the paramedics about taking the patient to St. John's instead because they are at capacity, which really means they were past capacity an hour ago.

One look at the patient tells him there is no time for that,

The man on the gurney was only a few years older than Steve and had a gaping wound on his neck. He was white as a sheet and there was too little blood around a wound that looks like it hit a major artery.

"What the fuck?" He can't help but ask and the paramedic shrugs with a puzzled look on his face.

"I don't know, man. Found him like this and whoever called it in left before we got there."

Rolling their new patient in with hurried steps, Steve wonders if there was anything they could do. The wound needed surgery, and they needed to get blood and other fluids into the man as quickly as possible. Judging by the slow and shallow breathing and the sluggish pulse, his system has already started to shut down.

They lost him before they even got to the operating room. Steve doesn't even hear about it until hours later, when everyone who had been on the dance floor has finally been taken care of and a bone-deep exhaustion replaces the adrenaline-fueled energy in his body. He's not proud of it, but he's too tired to spare the news more than a brief burst of sadness.

Over the next weeks, seven more patients with gaping neck wounds come into the ER while Steve’s on shift, all drained of too much blood to make it past the first ten minutes under their care.

Whispers about a killer roaming the streets of Hawkins have started circulating as the number of victims rises steadily and Steve has started to sleep with a baseball bat under his bed. Just in case.

It’s early Tuesday night, four hours into his twelve hours shift, when another one comes in, this time a young girl around Steve’s age with long strawberry blonde hair and a pretty face. On her neck Steve can make out a gaping wound, just like the others had shown.

But this one is bleeding, profusely.

And the girl is awake, looking up at Steve with wide, terrified eyes.

“Hey, you’re safe, it’s gonna be okay, we’re going to take care of you,” he reassures her over and over as they make their way inside, ushering her to get surgery immediately. When he gives her his warmest reassuring smile she even tries her best to smile back.

Steve hopes she makes it.

She does. Against all odds, considering that the last two dozen victims with similar injuries have all died, she makes it.

Her name is Chrissy Cunningham, and when Steve reads the name on her file, he remembers her. She was a year behind him, a cheerleader. They never really talked much, but he remembers that she was kind and talked to him after everyone else on the team and the cheerleading squad had stopped doing so.

He's glad that she survived, and he promises himself that he will check in on her as soon as his shift is over.

If it hadn't been Chrissy, if it hadn't been someone he knew, he probably never would have met Eddie.

At the end of one of those weird in-between shifts at four in the morning, Steve changes into a pair of sweatpants and his favorite hoodie before heading over to the observatory area where they had to put Chrissy for now because a whole wing of the building is under construction due to some asbestos in the walls. She's already in stable condition, only needing fluids and antibiotics because they have no idea what bit her, so they're letting her sleep it off for now and hopefully find a room to put her in the next day.

The halls of the hospital are quiet at this time of night, especially outside the ER, and it's almost eerie. It feels like no one is here but Steve and the thought makes him shiver. All this serial killer talk is really getting to him, he thinks.

Reaching the area separated only by screens, he sees a figure standing by her bed. He can't make out much, but it appears to be a man, judging by his height, and he's leaning over the bed, talking softly to Chrissy. The man, if it is one, but the deep timber of his voice makes Steve think it is, is not wearing scrubs, but jeans and a hoodie, and Steve is pretty sure he's not hospital staff.

Suddenly, he remembers that something - or someone - must have inflicted the injury on Chrissy's neck.

"Hey, who are you, and what are you doing here?" he shouts as he runs over to the bed, and the figure turns to face him.

It is a man, with wide, dark eyes in a pale face framed by equally dark, messy curls.

"Shit, shit, shit," the man curses and bolts, moving faster than should be humanly possible. One moment he's staring at Steve like a deer in the headlights with his big bambi eyes, the next his shoulder slams into Steve, knocking him to the ground as the mysterious figure disappears from view.

He pushes himself upright and rises from the ground with a determined effort, because even though the guy doesn't look like it, it feels like he's been hit by a brick wall. When he regains his footing, he shakes off the impact and makes his way over to Chrissy to check on her.

She's awake, but too weak to sit up, though she tries.

"Shh, hey, don't strain yourself Chrissy, it's all right, he's gone. You're safe," he reassures her, a hand on her shoulder to keep her from moving too much and aggravating her wound.

"No," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, shaking her head slightly. Just when he wants to reiterate that yes, he's really gone, she continues. "He's safe. He saved me."

"What?" Steve asks, taken aback by her statement. He can tell that even the few words she has spoken have taken a toll on her, draining what little strength she has regained, but he can't help it, he needs to know what she means.

"He...saved me. Pulled him...off. Off me. Would have...killed..." she trails off, her eyelids fluttering shut and Steve lets her be.

Pulling up a chair, he sits down next to her to keep watch, just in case her savior decides to come back.

The next day Chrissy is more lucid. She's also in her own room and has already given a statement to the police when Steve comes in for his shift.

It doesn't matter though, he still has to ask her what happened, needs to know who the strange man was who continued to haunt Steve's dreams after he came home sometime in the early morning.

"I don't know who he is, Steve. He just showed up while Jason...while he," she is visibly shaken by having to remember the events of last night and Steve thinks he should tell her that it's okay, she doesn't have to tell him. But he doesn't. It feels like she needs to say it as much as he needs to hear it.

Steeling herself and taking a deep breath, Chrissy continues, "While Jason was biting me. Mauled me, really. I think he would have torn my throat out if this man had not shown up. He slammed into Jason, ripped him off of me, and they both went down. There was a struggle, I could hear it, but everything hurt so much I couldn't move my head. It went on for a while, I don't know how long. Time was really weird. And then the guy was looking down at me, telling me to stay still, that he was going to call an ambulance, and that I just had to hang in there. He pressed something against my neck and it hurt so much, but the pain kept me there, y'know? So I wouldn't float away and never come back. He told me to stay with him and I did. Until we heard the ambulance. Then he told me he was sorry, but he had to go. And then he was gone and the paramedics took me away."

Chrissy looks very pale after telling her story, the dark rings under her eyes more pronounced than when he first entered the room. But before he can let her rest, he has one more question.

"What was he doing here?"

To Steve's surprise, the question makes Chrissy smile. "An apology, because this is no way for a lady to be left in the lurch."

Steve has no idea what to do with this information, so he just takes Chrissy's hand and squeezes it gently.

"You'll be out of here in no time, Chrissy. We will take good care of you, I promise."

"I know. Thanks, Steve."

He turns and walks away, leaving her to get back to sleep, knowing that it will be a long time before he will be able to do the same.

What the fuck is going on?

They find Jason Carver, or what is left of him, the next day. It's all over the news. No one knows why he attacked his girlfriend or who killed him. The reports leave out a lot of the gruesome details, just saying that he was torn to pieces when they found him.

Steve, of course, can't let that be all. He has to know what happened, so after his shift he sneaks down to the morgue to take a look at what is left of Jason, a guy he only knew in passing, since Steve had already left the school when Jason became captain of the basketball team, taking Steve's old position.

What he finds is a body that is badly mangled, just like the news said. There are deep wounds, chunks of flesh missing, his right arm torn from his shoulder. Though it's hard to swallow, it's not the first time Steve has seen a body destroyed almost beyond recognition. What makes him recoil from the dead man in front of him is the fact that Jason Carver's body is already decomposing as if he'd been dead for several days, maybe weeks, instead of not even 48 hours.

Steve leaves the morgue even more confused - and frightened - and heads home with the image of Jason's tattered, rotting body burned into his eyelids.

Over the next three weeks Steve sees four more victims with the same torn throats and bloodless bodies. None of them can be saved like they saved Chrissy.

He doesn’t see the mysterious man again.

It's late June when Steve's life changes forever.

The sun has only set an hour ago and the air is still warm as he walks home from his shift. Robin and Nance's car broke down the day before, and they live on the outskirts of town, so Steve gave them his car until theirs is fixed in a few days. The weather is nice and he doesn't mind walking the three miles to his apartment.

He's almost home, maybe ten minutes away, when he hears someone whistle.

There's a man standing at the entrance to an alley a few feet ahead of him, and since he's the only one around, Steve assumes it must be him whistling at Steve. The guy is hot, there is no way around it, about Steve's height with an athletic build and a haircut that reminds him of the 80's, his blond hair styled into a mullet.

"What's a pretty guy like you doing out here all alone?" The man asks as he gives Steve a slow look. It's supposed to be seductive, Steve thinks, but it just comes off as sleazy. Which is a shame, because the guy has a pretty face, long lashes, full lips, delicate features. Steve's also going through a bit of a dry spell lately, but he's not desperate enough to hook up with a slimy sleazeball like that.

"None of your business, really," he replies, walking a little faster than before. Something doesn't feel right, he thinks, feeling the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.

"Aww, don't be like that, sweet thing. I just wanna talk, I swear." Steve is almost past the guy when their eyes meet and he feels himself freeze. "Why don't you come closer so I can smell you better?"

Even as he thinks, "What the hell is wrong with this guy?" he feels his body turn toward him and his feet propel him forward. He feels himself panic, but it's a distant thing, like an itch under his skin that he can't reach no matter how hard he scratches.

When he's in front of the stranger, so close that their chests almost touch, the man leans in and sniffs Steve's neck like a dog at a slab of meat. He hums deep in his chest and Steve feels the wet touch of his tongue against his skin. It's enough of a shock that he can get his body to react, to fight back, but it's no use. The moment he moves, the man growls menacingly at him.

With his feet still rooted to the ground, Steve feels like he's underwater, his senses dulled and his limbs heavy, weighed down by the tons of water around him. He fights it with all his strength and it takes all he's got to put his hands on the man's chest and push him away.

It's not even close to a hard push, but the man clearly didn't expect Steve to fight back at all, so he stumbles back a bit anyway. Unfortunately for Steve, it only makes him angrier.

"Looks like you got some fight in you after all. Too bad I don't like my food to fight back," he snarls, and before Steve knows what's happening he feels his back slam into the wall behind him, darkness surrounding them on all sides.

He struggles against the hands holding him down, but it's no use, their grip steely and unyielding.

The once pretty face has turned into something twisted and ugly, a grotesque imitation of a human face, and when the thing in front of him opens its mouth, all Steve sees are teeth. Long, sharp teeth.

Steve screams, but not a sound comes out of its mouth.

As those teeth sink into his neck, the face of the man who saved Chrissy's life pops unbidden into his mind. Steve has seen it in his dreams more than once, and it's strangely comforting to think of it now, in what Steve is sure will be his last minutes alive. As if this is all a fucked up dream and Chrissy's mysterious savior will come for him, too.

White hot pain races through his body from where the thing that looked like a man sunk its teeth into him and it's only that pain that makes him believe what he sees next.

One moment he's in mind-numbing agony, almost wishing for death to come and end his suffering, and the next the oppressive weight of that thing is gone, its teeth no longer in Steve. With nothing holding him up, he crumples to the ground, his head dazed and his body shaking like a leaf.

To his right he hears the sounds of a viscous battle. Growls and snarls, flesh hitting flesh, flesh hitting brick, the sound of bones snapping. He's too weak to even turn his head, and part of him is glad for that.

The fight seems to go on forever and Steve feels himself slipping in and out of consciousness. His heart has stopped pounding and his pulse has slowed to about 60 beats per minute, which is good. Not too slow, his system is still going strong. It was cardiac arrest after immense blood loss that had killed the other victims, but so far that doesn't seem to be Steve's fate.

At least not if the wound on his neck that is still slowly bleeding is taken care of soon.

He doesn't dare press his undoubtedly dirty palm against it yet. Hell, he's not even sure if he can lift his hand that far. But something has to be done about the bleeding, sooner rather than later.

As if his savior had heard his thoughts, there is a final, stomach-churning sound of flesh and bone ripping, followed by silence, the fight finally over.

And then there he is, as if his mind had conjured him, the man who saved Chrissy. The man with the big brown doe eyes and the pale skin and the messy curls. There's blood on his face now, and... other things Steve doesn't want to think about.

Steve is safe now, he feels it deep in his soul. He doesn't know how he can know that, how he can trust a complete stranger to keep him safe, but he does. His eyelids flutter shut, the tension finally draining from him completely.

A cool hand on his cheek and a warm, deep voice, tinged with what sounds like fear, pull him back.

"Hey, no, no, no. Steve, you need to stay here with me, okay? Stay with me, sweetheart."

"You know my name," Steve mumbles, fighting the heavy rocks that weigh down his eyelids as he looks at the pretty face in front of him. His eyes dip lower and there's more blood on the man, his clothes torn and his skin exposed. "You're hurt."

"You're very observant, Stevie. Come on, we gotta get you to the hospital. You'll be as good as new in no time." He smiles at Steve and Steve is helpless not to smile back. There's the tease of a dimple forming in his cheek and Steve lifts his hand with Herculean effort to touch it. When the man notices the gesture, the dimple forms fully, deep and alluring. A cold hand catches his before it reaches its target and Steve whines in protest.

The man chuckles fondly. "Here, lemme help you," he says, bringing Steve's hand to his face, the dimple still waiting for Steve to touch it. The skin is soft under his hands and cold too, like it's a winter night and not the end of June.

"I'm gonna pick you up now, Stevie. It's faster than waiting for an ambulance. Just close your eyes and we'll be there before you know it."

Steve feels himself lifted from the ground into strong arms and instinctively turns his head into the man's chest, enjoying the vibration of his soft laughter at the gesture against his cheek.

Then they're moving, and fast. One second he wonders how someone covered in blood and other unspeakable things can smell so good, and the next the lights of the hospital burn bright and painful in his blurry eyes.

"He needs help, now," he hears the man say to someone, his voice firm and demanding. It makes Steve shiver in his arms. And then he's placed on a gurney and his savior leaves with the whisper of cold lips on Steve's forehead.

It's only much later, when he's recovered enough to form coherent thoughts, that Steve realizes two things.

He doesn't even know the name of the man who saved him.

He never heard a heartbeat as his head was pressed against the man's chest.

Steve is released two days later and Robin insists that he stay with her and Nancy for a while. There's really no arguing with his best friend when she's got something on her mind, so he doesn't even try. He's too tired anyway.

His sleep is shit, plagued by nightmares of sharp teeth and blood and bodies being torn to pieces.

He also dreams of the mysterious man, and while these dreams aren't nightmares, they're still confusing, even unsettling, because they leave him feeling hollow. Like he has lost something. Which is ridiculous, the man was never his, he doesn't even know his name.

As he spends the next week at Robin and Nancy's, being pampered and doted on, he has no idea how close he is to learning the name of his savior. That and much more.

After finally convincing his best friend that he can manage on his own, that he needs to go home, that Garfield misses him even with Robin or Nancy stopping by to feed him, it is both daunting and a relief to see Robin's car drive away from where he stands in front of his apartment building.

The nightmares haven't stopped, and he admits that the prospect of being alone in his apartment scares him, but he can't live on his best friend's couch forever. Besides, even there, the nightmares would wake him up shaking and panting, waking Robin and Nancy more than once in the middle of the night. Alone in his apartment, he won't wake anyone with his whimpering and screaming.

Garfield is already waiting for him when he comes through the door, weaving through his legs and meowing at him. Surprised at how much he missed the tabby menace, Steve leans down and takes him in his arms, burying his face in the soft fur.

"Hey baby, sorry for leaving you alone for so long. But Aunt Robbie told me that she and Nancy took good care of you, playing with you and petting you. Probably spoiled you rotten, huh?"

Garfield meows again and pushes his head under Steve's chin, rubbing against him and purring like crazy. Steve smiles into his fur, thinking that he's glad to be home, even if it's still empty except for the purring cat in his arms.

He puts Garfield back down and makes him something to eat before heading to his bathroom to take a long, hot shower and change into something more comfortable. When he pushes open the door and steps inside, he is too stunned by the sight that greets him for any real reaction other than a sharp intake of breath.

On the floor is the man who has taken over most of Steve's dreams and many of his waking thoughts as well.

The man lies still and Steve can see dark stains on his clothes and he just knows it's blood. It could be someone else's, but somehow Steve is sure it's the man's own. Within seconds, he's on his knees next to the unconscious (please just be unconscious) figure, his knees smarting from the way he just fell onto them on the hard and cold tiles.

The man is on his stomach, his face turned to the side, away from Steve, so he moves to turn the man over. He's surprisingly heavy, a dead weight under his hands (no, no, no, not dead, just unconscious, his mind chants), but Steve is nothing if not persistent, and he finally manages to turn the man onto his back.

"Oh God," Steve groans as he can finally assess the damage. There are wounds all over his body, deep gashes on his thighs, his torso, his arms, even his face. "What happened to you?"

"Ten against one. Not...fair," the man replies, his voice barely audible and his eyes still closed. Steve has to lean in to make out the words, but him talking also means the man is still alive, though Steve isn't sure how much longer.

Taking the man's wrist, Steve looks for a pulse to see how far his system has already shut down, but... there is no pulse to be found.

He remembers not hearing a heartbeat when his cheek was pressed against the man's chest, so he presses his ear to where the man's heart is, waiting for the sound of its faint beat.

Nothing.

Steve leans back and searches the man's eyes, half-open now and clearly alive.

"How... you can't be alive. You don't have a pulse, your heart isn't beating." He is stammering, but it's a lot to take in. It shouldn't be possible. It's not like he wants the guy to be dead, but for all intents and purposes, he should be.

Bloodied lips pull back into a faint smile. "Sweetheart, not even the most beautiful sight like you could make my heart beat again. Although it really tries for you."

Despite everything, the way this guy flirts with him while he lies in his own blood brings a crooked smile to Steve's face.

"There, that smile? If it could, my heart would be beating out of my chest right now." Steve can tell the man is trying for levity, but he's fading and fast.

"As charming as you are, you're also bleeding all over my bathroom floor. With no pulse or heartbeat. And I don't even know your friggin' name! So forgive me for asking, but what the fuck?"

"Sorry for the blood on your floor, I tried to patch myself up, but I must have passed out. Embarrassing, really. Didn't think you'd be back so soon. I'd get out of your hair, but... well, you know. I don't think I can move." The words start to slur halfway through, and those beautiful brown eyes keep disappearing behind heavy eyelids. Steve has to do something, quickly, before his savior dies.

"Eddie," the man croaks, his voice barely audible. Steve wouldn't have heard it if it weren't for the intent way he stares at him.

"What?"

"My name. Eddie."

"Eddie. Okay." Steve nods his head, the hand still wrapped around Eddie's wrist grabbing his hand instead, squeezing it gently. "Eddie, we need to get you to the hospital now."

It looks like Eddie tries to shake his head, but gives up halfway, exhausted. "No. They can't help me."

"But they can! Someone needs to sew up your wounds, and you've lost too much blood, you need a blood transfusion and fluids and - why are you laughing?"

"You're right, I need blood, but not the way you think."

The image of sharp teeth flickers behind his eyelids, a gnarled face snarling at him. The feeling of those teeth buried in his neck, white-hot pain shooting through his veins.

"What... Eddie, I don't..."

Eddie's face turns toward him, his nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath, as if smelling the air.

"Come closer so I can smell you better."

Two different voices growling and snarling, not just one.

Strong arms lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing, carrying him nearly three miles. "It's faster than waiting for an ambulance."

"You're not human." Steve whispers. It's not a question.

Eddie answers it anyway. "No, I'm not."

"You're... You're a..." He can't say it, can't even think it.

"A vampire, yes." Eddie says it for him and everything falls into place. The neck wounds, the drained victims, the sharp teeth and the inhuman strength and speed.

"You want my blood." Steve has no idea why he's stating the obvious instead of running as fast as he can, but something tells him he's still safe with Eddie.

"So observant." Eddie chuckles, but it sounds wet and weak. "Yeah. But I won't take it, don't worry, Stevie."

In his mind Steve goes over the things he knows.

Eddie is a vampire. A vampire who killed another vampire to save Steve’s life. To save Chrissy’s life.

Eddie is dying. He may already be dead, but it looks like vampires can die again. Permanently.

Eddie wants his blood.

"Would it help you? My blood, I mean." That's the only thing he's not sure about. The most important thing, at least.

It looks like an inhuman - invampire, Steve thinks - effort, but Eddie manages to shake his head firmly.

"Steve, no."

"Would. It. Help?" Steve insists.

Eddie, the stubborn asshole, presses his lips together and refuses to look at him. That's answer enough for him.

Still holding Eddie's hand in his, he lifts his other hand to Eddie's mouth and presses the inside of his wrist against the closed mouth.

"Come on, Eddie. Drink." Another shake of the man's head only strengthens Steve's resolve. "Eddie, please. You saved my life. Let me do the same."

The stubborn ass continues to refuse, so Steve does the only logical thing. He stands, grabs his razor, and slides the blade across his wrist, just deep enough to draw blood from the otherwise shallow wound.

He presses the wrist back against Eddie's lips and this time he feels the man tremble.

"Please drink. I want you to. Let me help you." Moving his wrist and smearing his blood over Eddie's full lips, Steve pleads again, his voice breaking. "Please, Eddie."

It's the last please that does it, and the next thing Steve feels is the white-hot pain of teeth sinking into his wrist. Still smiling through the pain, he squeezes Eddie's hand. "That's it, you're doing so good. Take what you need."

And Eddie does. He drinks and drinks and drinks until the world goes fuzzy and black spots start dancing in front of Steve's eyes.

"Eddie," Steve slurs before everything goes dark.

When Steve comes to, he's in his bed.

His wrist is wrapped tightly in a pristine-looking white bandage, and he's wearing his pajamas. He has no idea how he got here or what happened, everything is kind of blurry. Steve tries to sit up, but almost immediately the world starts spinning and he groans in protest.

That's when the door to his bedroom opens and his mysterious savior walks into the room with a bowl in his hand.

Eddie, his mind supplies. His name is Eddie and he was dying the last time Steve saw him.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks him, his voice full of worry and he gets a sad smile in return.

"Stevie, I'm the one who should be asking you that." Eddie sits down next to him on the bed but doesn't touch him. He looks tense and Steve wonders why. Though most of what happened is a blur, he remembers holding Eddie's hand and Eddie calling him beautiful.

"I'm fine. A little dizzy, but fine. You were the one bleeding all over my bathroom floor. What happened, how are you even standing, how long was I out?"

Eddie reaches out and takes Steve's cheek in his hand. "You saved my life, Stevie. That's what happened. And you almost got yourself killed, you self-sacrificing idiot. So even though it saved my life, I have to ask you, beg you if I have to, to never do anything so stupid again."

Steve puts his own hand on top of Eddie's hand on his face and looks him in the eye as he tells him, "You saved my life first and risked your own as well. So I guess the pot is calling the kettle black here."

He's rewarded with a dimpled smile. "Fair point. Now that we're even, can you promise me you'll never do anything like this again?"

"I dunno. Can you promise not to try to save me again if I'm in danger?" He knows it's a low blow, but if it helps him get his point across, he's not above playing dirty. Besides, part of him really wants to know. The needy part, the scared part.

"You know the answer to that," Eddie says, brushing his thumb across Steve's cheekbone.

"Isn't that a little unfair?"

"Yeah," Eddie whispers, and Steve realizes he's so much closer than before. "But I don't care if it keeps you safe."

Steve feels his heart thunder in his chest, his eyes darting from Eddie's to the other man's lips and back again. Licking his own lips, Steve asks, "And why is that?"

Eddie's lips are only a breath away from his own, and he tastes his answer as much as he hears it.

"You know that answer as well."

Before Steve can say anything else, Eddie's cool, smooth lips seal over his and every thought in his mind is forgotten. There's only Eddie.

Later he'll ask about the other vampires. About all the dead people in the emergency room. He'll ask who Eddie is, why he's running around town saving people, and who hurt him so badly.

But all that can wait, at least until Steve is done drinking down the delicious sounds falling from Eddie's mouth.

This is a little birthday gift for my dear friend @yournowheregirl. Alice, I know you love vampires so I tried my best to give you some. Time ran out on me but I still hope you like it 💜

I hope you had the best birthday ever because you deserve nothing but happiness.

Edit: I forgot while posting to say that this is heavily inspired by a wonderful podcast I highly recommend, Not quite dead. Give it a listen folks!

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Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Word count- 2.8k

Chapter 1

I woke up early on the day of the reaping. Blinking awake slowly, head spinning from the effects of what even Haymitch from district 12 would class as too much alcohol, not that I’d really ever spoken to him, just from observation. I shuffled into my fluffy slippers and stumbled over to the table in the middle of my kitchen. Sitting down heavily, I groaned as lightning shot through my head and I scrubbed a hand across my face, reaching out to grab a glass of water and downing it in one gulp. Once my head stopped spinning I made myself a cup of coffee, mixing in milk and spooning in an inordinate amount of sugar, I made my way outside and sat on a chair, sipping the too sweet mixture from time to time, hands curled around the mug as I gazed out at the sunrise. Pinks and purples blended together, swirling with orange hues as it got lighter with every passing second. The sun rose above the horizon, bathing me in golden light as I breathed in the fresh air, letting go of all my fears and doubts for a moment to just take in the beauty of the world around me.

The trees swaying gently in the breeze, leaves rustling, songbirds chirping. One landed on my shoulder, twittering a joyful tune in my ear. I tapped my foot to the rhythm, singing quietly, whispering lyrics swept away by the wind. A ringing of the bell snapped me out of it, a harsh reminder of reality, of the games. I gave a grim smile and walked back inside, swigging back the last drops of my drink. Once back in the house I filled up the bathtub with steaming hot water, drizzling some scented oil in it and immediately stepping in. The water burned my skin, turning it red and raw, irritating the cuts on my feet as they stung and I hissed in a vague degree of pain. I grabbed a cloth and scrubbed my body viciously, stripping it of any dead skin and dirt that had collected over the past few days as I had moped around the house just waiting. My hands grabbed a bottle and I poured the contents onto my hair, scraping my nails across my scalp, rinsing it, then tipping a bottle of conditioner into it, massaging the smooth pink substance into my hair, making it smell like honeysuckle, sweet and overpowering.

I drained the bathtub and stepped out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel. I picked through my clothes, discarding some to one side and placing others over the mirror in my room. I ended up with three options and I frowned as I assessed them. I didn't want something that would make me seem weak, but I still needed to portray the innocence of a child that the Capitol loved me for. Eventually, I settled for a light green dress that fell just above my knees, I studied myself closely, the dress clung to my upper half but flared out at the waist, the loose sleeves covering the mark on my wrist. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, it was perfect; for a second I looked like a girl. A normal girl who hadn't been affected by witnessing death, who got to live a happy ordinary life with her family. And for just that one second I wished selfishly with all my heart that I could be with the person the universe chose for me, because he loved me. I snapped out of my daze and stared into the mirror, light reflecting off the surface and bouncing around my room. I turned away and face planted on my bed, the mattress muffling my scream of anger. My fingers gripped the sheets tightly, refusing to let go for a second as my breathing quickened and tears pricked my eyes. Now is not the time to cry, I berated myself silently, my nose still buried in the bed. Now was the time to stand up and show that I was not afraid, that they could throw anything at me and I would come back stronger. I sniffled slightly, sitting back up and dangling my legs off the bed as I wiped away a few stray tears. I gazed at my reflection again. So different from the confident girl I had been before, now a pathetic weakling, if that's what a few minutes could do to me then I hated to see what damage hours or days could inflict on me.

I heard people talking outside and moved silently to the window.

“Don't worry, it’ll all be fine.” I knew that voice.

“But what if I get reaped,” I knew that one as well, “I can't go back in there.” I peaked out to see Finnick and Annie, engrossed in conversation.

“I promise I won't let anything happen to you,” Finnick continued, gripping her arms and staring at her, “I promise.”

I smiled sadly at the sight, it hurt a little, it always did but I was happy for them. I truly was. I couldn't let my feelings get in the way of their romance, it was quite clear to me that they belonged together, the universe makes mistakes and it seemed like he and I were one of them. They walked back into his house and I stepped back into my own room, closing the window behind myself and trapping the cold air inside. Shivering, I picked out a white knitted cardigan and pulled it on, the soft fabric providing a thin layer of warmth from the chill. The clock on my wall struck 11, I breathed out deeply and walked downstairs, slipping on a pair of beige sandals, tying the brown leather just around my ankle in a bow. Taking a last look around my house I trailed a hand along some of the pictures lining the walls, photos of my mum and I smiling and laughing together from when I was little. It seemed so long ago now, I was no longer a child and my mum was no longer alive. My hand finished on the last picture, the most recent, one I had snapped a couple of years ago of Finnick and I. It was one of the last times I had spoken to him, before Annie. It had been after a particularly nasty nightmare and he had cooked breakfast, pancakes with syrup. He smiled as I got the sticky substance on my cheek and wiped it away with his thumb. I had laughed and held the camera up, both of us smiling widely as my finger pressed down to take the shot.

It was a reminder of happier times, as happy as they could be at least. I made to step out the door but I remembered something at the last second. My shoes. My ballet shoes. If I was going back then I wanted them as my token. Granted they weren't the pair I had the first time, those had long since worn out, but that didn't change the way every new pair of shoes made me feel. What they made me remember.

I had been 4 when I first decided I wanted to dance. I had seen the Mayor's daughter wearing a pair of ballet shoes and dancing in the garden with them on. I immediately fell in love, and ran home to my mother, so excited I talked about them for hours. Every day from then on I would go and watch the girl dance, I would copy her movements until I could do each and every one with the drop of a hat. Then one day a few years later they caught me watching. They had beat me black and blue and sent me running home crying, knees scraped and clothes torn. My mother had comforted me, singing a lullaby as she rocked me to sleep. The next day I woke up to a pile of books on the table and a box topped with a ribbon. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion but my mother smiled gently and nudged me forwards.

“Open it,” she said, “I think you’ll like it.” My eyes widened as I opened the books, there were pages upon pages of text, instructions, they were tattered and dirty but they taught me everything I knew about ballet. How to do the steps, how to strengthen my body and become more flexible, how to fully immerse myself in the dance and feel the music. Then I turned my attention to the package. I ripped the ribbon off and was greeted with a pair of ballet shoes. Slightly worn and ripped but in my eyes they were perfect. I shrieked in excitement and threw my arms around my mother as she caught me laughing.

“Calm down little bird,” she said, ”it's an early birthday present. And besides,” she continued a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I want free tickets to all your shows.”

I nodded my head, pulling away to look at her.

“Do you think I can actually do it?” I asked innocently. Her gaze became serious.

“You have nothing to prove to them, little bird, you hear me. But they will always look down on you, so you can either let them or you can prove that you are more than what they see.” She paused for a second, “You can do it my little bird, and you will be incredible.” I burrowed into her and she wrapped a soft blanket around us, cradling me like I was a baby again. She passed me the packaging and I lifted the shoes out, holding them carefully, as if the slightest move could break them. My thin fingers traced along the fabric, smoothing the heel over and tapping on the box, grinning in delight at the hollow sound it made.

“Go on,” my mother encouraged, “try them.”

I scrambled to the floor and pulled the shoes on, they were a bit loose but I simply tied the ribbons as tightly as possible and tucked the knot in. I stared down at them as I stood there, they were so beautiful and delicate. I wobbled onto the tips of them, my feet pointed, balancing on the very ends of my toes. My mother clapped as I walked around the small living room in them, being ever so careful to not slip over and ruin them. When I finally took them off, my feet had little blisters on them, I didn't care. I would endure anything to prove myself, to show that I wasn't just another district girl. I went to bed the happiest I'd ever been that night. My mother stroking my hair as I drifted into the dreamworld, filled with thoughts of dancing and performing where everything was perfect.

In the present I shook myself out of my reminiscing and grabbed a pair of the shoes, ribbons dangling loose, tucking them into a small bag and slinging it over my shoulder, I slammed the front door behind myself and strode out of victor's village, down the gravel track to the town. The sharp stones cut my bare feet in pinpricks and I winced, regretting my choice of footwear.

A light breeze brushed against my face and I pulled two pearl hair grips out of my bag, twisting the front strands of my hair and pinning them up together. As I walked, I was surrounded by nature, trees filled with green leaves and song birds, beautiful flowers the colours of jewels, fluffy clouds overhead. I breathed in the fresh air just before I reached town, something took hold in me and I twirled, laughing as the skirt of the dress flew out in a circle, it swished around me as I revelled in a moment of happiness, dancing around like a child, spinning wildly, leaping in the air with my arms spread wide for a final minute of joy. My cheeks flushed as I walked past the peacekeepers who had witnessed my outburst, they stood still, guarding the entrance to town. Making sure no one could escape. I made my way to the justice building, ignoring the looks people threw my way. Disgust, worry, pity a few of them among thousands. I strode to the desk where I had to register.

“Name.” The peacekeeper asked.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” I answered, holding out my arm for them to take my blood.

They gestured to the stage and I made my way up, taking in the thousands of faces looking up at me. Children probably grateful they wouldn't have to worry this year, parents glad they wouldn't have to lose another child yet. I look to the side at Annie and Mags, both deep in conversation as if they hadn't even noticed my arrival. Mags hugged her reassuringly and my heart cracked a little, wishing I had someone to comfort me like that. I turned back to stare at the wooden floor of the stage remembering the last time I stood here seven years ago after my name had been called.

I had been shaking like a leaf, terrified as I stuttered how old I was. The looks of pity sent my way by everyone and the horrified look on my mothers face as I had walked up escorted by peacekeepers. Lysander read off the boy's name but I couldn't hear anything, my heart pounding in my ears. I had kept my head down as I was led to a room for my last goodbyes. My mother rushed in and held me close as I cried and she wiped my tears then held my face in her hands and told me.

“You fight little bird. You hide and then you fight, you understand. You come home to me, I'll be waiting.” Then she pushed my pointe shoes into my arms and kissed me on the forehead before she was led out, giving me one last smile as I gripped the shoes. Then I was taken to the train and we were on our way to the Capitol

I smiled prettily for the Capitol, shyly answering any of their questions. ‘Yes I was a bit nervous’, ‘I loved to dance’, ‘Of course I could give them a tiny demonstration’, ‘I would try to win, for my mother but I had never known my father’. That got their attention, the poor little girl from district 4, no father, only a mother who she loved dearly, more than her own life. So when I got into the arena I did what mother told me, I hid and I fought and I got out but when I came home she wasn't waiting for me. She was gone. They told me it was an illness, one that was untreatable. So she was gone and I was left alone. I often thought I would have been better off dead. At least then I'd be with her.

All went silent and I was pushed out of my thoughts as our escort walked onto the stage, dressed outlandishly as always in the flashiest colours and cuts of fabric.

“Welcome all to the Quarter Quell,” he starts, “Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour.” The usual video starts to play and I roll my eyes as I hear the words ‘War, terrible war’. It's the same every year, a montage and voiceover which has no purpose anymore. We know what happened, we know what's happening now and we really don't need to be reminded of it. After what seems like an age the clip ends and Lysander claps excitedly, he’s the only one and the noise rings in my ears.

“I get goosebumps every time,” he gushes cheerfully,”It just gets me every time. And now for the moment you've all been waiting for, it is time to choose our tributes for this very special year. First the boys,” He walks over to the huge bowl containing one small piece of paper and dramatically dips his hand in. He picks up the paper and unfolds it painfully slowly. “Finnick Odair.” He announces and I have to fight back a cry as he steps forwards, waving and smiling at the cameras, my fingers itching at my wrist as the mark burns from the close proximity to him. Lysander grins almost maniacally as he congratulates him on this honour. Patting him on the back and exclaiming how exciting this will be

“And now time for the ladies.” He says and walks over to the other bowl with three pieces of paper in. I stand nervously, twisting my hands in the sleeves of my jumper as he reaches in and waves his hand around for a minute before plucking a piece out. He shakes it in front of him and unfolds it as slowly as the first one. I breathe shakily, in out, in out. He reads the name off the slip of paper.

“Annie Cresta!”

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year ago

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Breakfast and Shocking News

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Pack member!reader

Characters: Theo Raeken, Pack member!reader, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate (Hale), Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Peter Hale

Warnings: Fluff, post show, Theo is probably ooc, cute pack moment, Isaac should have been in season 6a/b and the movie so I brought him back, I got lost in tw fanfic tiktoks and now I'm back on tw

Word Count: 918

Is this the start of a series like my gym one for Triple Frontier? Maybe, we'll see.

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You make another bowl of pancake batter, making sure to make more than you did last time. God, that was a mess.

You had to calm down three of them and Stiles should know better than to throw a fit in front of everyone. He's older than them for god's sake.

You shake your head and scoop more batter into the second pan you have going.

Footsteps entering the kitchen alarm you but enough to make you worry.

"Hey," he pecks your cheek.

"Someone else could be up, you know."

"I already checked." He taps his ears.

"Really?" You stare the chimera with a deadpan expression.

"Yeah, really," he says sarcastically, smirking at you afterwards.

"You're not cute."

"Oh, I think you're wrong. I'm," he wraps his arms around your waist. "Adorable and as your adorable boyfriend, it's my duty to tell you that," he pecks your neck, the spot underneath your ear. "Your pancakes are close to burning."

Your eyes widen. "Oh, crap." You remove yourself from his grasp and remove the pancakes from the pans. "Go sit down. You can get started on breakfast before everyone else wakes up."

"As long as you eat with me." He turns off the stove, pulling you with him.

"But I-"

He sits down, pulling you down beside him. He prepares your plate before making his own. "Eat." His free arm wraps around your back, his hand landing on your hip, keeping you close.

"Sometimes I wonder how you were ever a bad guy," you comment, cutting up your pancake.

"Stiles says the same thing but more sarcastically."

"It'd be alarming if he didn't use sarcasm." You look for your glass and realize you didn't get something to drink for either of you. "Do you want milk or juice?" You look in the fridge.

"I'm not Liam."

You purse your lips. "Just because he's younger and doesn't like coffee, doesn't make him a child."

He gives you a look.

"Don't be mean. He's a nice guy."

You reach for a mug in the cabinet.

"He has a crush on you."

"He does not."

"He follows you around like a puppy."

"He says I'm like an older sister to him."

"So, he doesn't get his ass kicked."

"You got punched by him at least three times."

Theo scoffs. "Did he tell you that?"

"Everyone has."

He shakes his head, stabbing his fork into his food. "I let him."

"Sure, you did." You place the mugs beside the plates and sit back down. "I'd still call you to kick somebody's ass for me," you tell him, wanting him to feel better.

"Yeah?"

You nod, "of course I would. Also, not to mention how hot you look when you shifted."

"You think I'm hot?" He turns to you.

You pause in your bite, slowly swallowing. "No?"

"You do. You think I'm hot."

You scoff, pushing him away. "I didn't say that."

"You said I'm hot," he repeats to tease you.

"No," you whine when he leans in.

"What did I just walk into?"

You both freeze, slowly turning to face the human of the pack. "Hey, Stiles."

"Don't "hey Stiles" me." He points between the two of you. "What's a- what's going on here?"

"We're having breakfast."

"You're looking a little close for people having breakfast."

"What's it to you?" Asks Theo.

"Something you want to tell your friendly neighborhood FBI Agent?"

You two glance at one another and shrug. "No."

He nods and ventures over to the coffee maker. "I don't buy it."

Some of the other pack members wander into the kitchen.

"Did Stiles find out?"

"Little bit," you tell her, pinching your fingers together, leaving a bit of space between your thumb and index finger.

"I don't get it."

"He's about to figure it out," Liam tells the were-coyote.

"Oh."

"Wait- you guys know they're dating?!" Stiles screeches.

"Uh," Malia, Liam, and Brett make the same noise.

"No?" Scott chimes in.

"Oh, please. It was painfully obvious from the start."

"How did you get in?" The true alpha asks Peter.

"When I got here," Derek adds.

"When did you get in?" Stiles asks.

"A few minutes ago."

"Is everyone here?" Malia asks.

"Now, we are," Lydia interrupts.

"Great. How many of you knew these two were dating?"

Everyone raises their hands, except for Liam.

"Okay, I'm not the only one."

"I was the one who got them together."

"Oh, great so everyone knew before me."

"Guess so," you shrug.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"We knew you'd judge."

He scoffs, "I wouldn’t-"

"I asked you a hypothetical question and asked how you would feel if I was dating someone from the pack."

"Uh huh... and?"

"You said rip the band aid off and I said Theo. You told me to put the band aid back on and pretended I didn’t say anything after that."

"And your point is?"

"You didn’t want to accept it therefore I didn't actually tell you."

"I can- I can accept it."

"You can't," Isaac pats his shoulder before pushing him out of the way.

"When did you get into town?"

"This morning."

"Hence the big batch for breakfast," you answer.

"You knew he was coming?"

"Of course, I did. I picked him up."

"I did," Theo corrects you.

"It was a team effort, sweetheart." You pat his knee.

"Ew. Please, I'm trying to enjoy my coffee."

"Like you need something else to get you all jittery," you tell the human.

He sarcastically laughs in return.

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hippiegoth97 · 2 months ago

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 28

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Part 27

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smoking, alcohol use, teasing, fluff, smut, fingering, oral sex, praise/degradation, handcuffs, sex toys, unprotected sex, anal fingering, pegging, choking, role-swapping, squirting, consecutive orgasms, slight overstimulation

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Part 28.1: I Want You to Rock Me

Friday, July 21st, 1989

"Where are we going, angel?" Eddie asks for the fifth time in the last hour or so. He's sitting in the passenger seat of your car, while you drive him the three hours to Fort Wayne, Indiana. Today, July 21st, is Eddie's twenty-fourth birthday, and you have the perfect surprise planned.

"You'll see, Eds. Just please be patient? It'll be more than worth the wait." You reply, trying your hardest not to break down and tell him already. You've been sitting on this secret for over a month, you're shocked that Eddie never picked up on it whatsoever. But you suppose that could be because he's been ranting and raving about this for God knows how long. Ozzy Osbourne is performing at the Allen County War Memorial Coliseum for his No Rest For the Wicked Tour tonight, as Eddie has told you at least a thousand times. But as much as he's been wanting to go, he's denied himself, claiming it's too expensive and too far away.

You hated seeing him so down about it, so you did what any good girlfriend would do. You went to your local record store, and made damn sure you could score two tickets to the show. It was much easier than you anticipated to get said tickets, which was quite a relief. With how much Eddie has talked the show up, you'd been worried that they'd sell out fast. You're eternally grateful for the raise you've received at the theater, otherwise they may have been a bit out of your price range. Thirty-three bucks later, and you know the look on Eddie's face will be worth every penny.

"Ugh, fine. I only hope you're not driving me to the middle of nowhere to kill me." Eddie jokes, sulking into his seat. He's finding himself rather bored, and he didn't expect to be riding in the car for hours on end on his birthday.

"Never, love. Now, quit pouting. I brought your favorite snacks, they’re in that bag back there." You say sweetly, pointing to a plastic bag containing Yoo-Hoos and Cheetos.

"I suppose that makes things a little bit better." He grumbles, pulling the items to the front of the car. "Can I at least get a hint?" He begs, popping open a glass bottle of chocolate milk.

"Alright. It is your birthday, after all. All I'll say is that you've been wanting this for a very long time." You say, knowing this hint may be a bit on the nose.

"That doesn't narrow it down, like, at all, Y/N." He says in annoyance, taking a big swig of his drink.

"Sorry, that's all I'm giving you. If I actually tell you, you're gonna be way too hyper in the car." You giggle, recalling the excitable tone of voice and erratic movements of his hands as he's brought up the concert again and again. "And, as much as I love you, I cannot be trapped in such a small space with you flipping out."

"How do you know I'm gonna flip out?" He asks accusingly, munching down some chips now.

You think of a response for a moment, trying to come up with something clever. But nothing comes to mind. Instead, you opt for the slightly seductive approach. "Trust me, Eddie. When you see what I've got planned, you are gonna lose your fuckin' mind." You speak softly, a light rasp in your voice as you look over at him. He swallows hard, before backing down from his interrogation.

"If you say so, sweetheart." He smiles, a light ring of cheese dust caked around his mouth. You giggle at his messiness, and his face falls. "What? Do I have something on my face?" He asks.

"Yes, Eddie. Yes you do. Here." You reply, leaning over to pop open the glove compartment where you keep spare napkins. He reaches for one, wiping away the orange powder from his face.

"Thanks." He says, his cheeks tinging a light pink. He hates being such a messy eater, it makes him feel like a toddler sometimes. He puts the chips away for now, pulling out his smokes. He takes two cigarettes out of the box, lighting them both and handing one off to you.

"Oh, thank you, baby." You say, taking the cig between your fingers. "You wanna put on some music? We've still got two hours to go." You gesture at the stereo, letting Eddie have free reign of it.

"Two hours!" Eddie groans, taking an obscenely long drag of his smoke. He's feeling antsy, all amped up from the festivities earlier. Claudia baked him a cake, even going so far as to draw a guitar and a D20 on it in homemade icing. The Hellfire Club came over to give him a few gifts, some new dice and tapes. Wayne gave him the same thing he does every year, a Hershey bar and a crisp fifty-dollar bill. Your friends in particular got him some guitar picks, a bottle of Drakkar Noir (Steve's pick, though Eddie's cheap stuff smells pretty damn good in your opinion.), and free video rentals for an entire year. And you surprised him with this little overnight getaway.

Though he doesn't know the final destination, he knows that at the very least you get to spend an evening in a hotel, away from Hawkins and everyone in it. Fuck knows the both of you could use it. You have not one, but two trials coming up. One involving Jason and Chrissy, and the other involving Jack and Tommy Hagan. You called Murray Bauman the day after Chief Powell gave you his card, and you have a meeting set up next week. Murray sounded like quite the character on the phone, asking 'how did you get this number?' in a hushed, accusing tone. He also sounded a little drunk, like you could almost smell the booze coming through the phone. But you don't exactly have a lot of options here, fancy lawyers are way out of your price range.

Besides your legal troubles, things have mostly gone back to normal over these last couple of weeks. Wayne is responding well to his medication, and Eddie has returned to work. You still decided to task Dustin and Steve to take shifts checking in on Wayne tonight and in the morning while you're away, just in case. And after the handyman came around to repair the damages the Hagans caused, your house and bedroom are looking good as new. All you need to worry about right now is Eddie's surliness, and you'll gladly take that over everything else you've been through lately.

"Ugh, remind me not to make little road trips like this a regular thing." You chuckle, holding off on becoming upset with him. It's his special day, and you know he isn't fond of being cooped up like this. But no matter how bratty he may get, it'll all be worth it when you pull up to the arena and Eddie sees Ozzy's name in lights.

"Sorry. I promise, I'm not meaning to be ungrateful or anything. I'm sure whatever it is will be awesome, since you planned it." Eddie sighs, putting himself in check. It may be his birthday, but he doesn't need to act up like this. Car rides just...annoy him. Especially in a state like Indiana. There's nothing to really look at out the window, except farms that smell of cow shit, or thick rows of trees. And the radio only picks up static or preachy Christian nonsense on roads like this.

"It's okay, Eds. I know it's kinda boring right now. Did you bring your sketchbook or something? That could help pass the time." You suggest, shrugging your shoulders and bringing your cig to your lips. You breathe in the smoke deeply, relaxing a little after Eddie's slight step on your nerves.

"Nah, I didn't think I'd need it. You got any tapes in here?" He asks, popping open the glovebox again.

"I think so. There might be one in the stereo already. Watch out, though, my mom's 'single mother self-help tape' is in here somewhere. And I do not wanna hear it any more than I've had to for the last nine years." You say with a laugh, drawing one from him as well.

"What does that sound like?" He asks, genuinely curious.

"Oh, you know. Lots of affirmations and repeating phrases. Like, 'You're a strong, capable woman. You are good enough. Your children love you.'" You mimic the tape to the best of your recollection, mocking the overly calm tone of voice that the woman on the cassette puts on.

"Jesus, that sounds like a cult!" Eddie chuckles, shuffling your loose tapes around to find one he can stomach. Madonna, no. Belinda Carlisle, absolutely not. David Bowie...now we're talkin'. He smirks as he plucks the Bowie album from the bunch, slipping it into the rectangular hole in the stereo.

"It probably would be, if she bought the books that go along with it." You reply as "Five Years" begins to play, taking another drag of your cig.

"Of course there's books, too. What is a cult without its reading material?" He continues cracking jokes, finding this new information rather entertaining.

"Very true, baby. But, I will say it helped Mom a lot. The kind phrases, at least. She was able to keep her head up, even on the tough days." You say, feeling somewhat guilty for making fun of it now. The overall concept of said tape is pretty silly, but the way your mom used it to help herself move on after George left was the exact opposite.

"I didn't think about it like that. I'll stop ragging on it." Eddie says softly, feeling a bit like an asshole again.

"No, no. I started it, and you couldn't have known." You insist that it's not his fault. He nods, not adding anything else. You both continue to smoke, allowing Bowie to tell his tales of Ziggy and the Spiders from Mars to fill the silence. Eddie taps his fingers on his thigh to the beat of each song, the metal of his rings clinking together. You look over at him, finding his head trained to look out the window. You smile at his relaxed demeanor, returning your eyes to the road a second later.

Eddie lights another round of smokes without even thinking about it. He hands you yours again, giving you a kind grin. You reciprocate, gladly taking another dose of nicotine. It passes the time, and keeps you calm before reaching the stadium, which will no doubt be packed with hundreds of rowdy metalheads. "Are we there yet?" He asks, becoming a bit impatient again. He looks over at you, hoping you have a good answer for him.

"Not yet, Eds." You sigh, trying your best not to roll your eyes. You love this man to death, but he has very little capacity for waiting. You've still got one more hour to go, and the signs along the long winding road keep counting down the miles to Fort Wayne. You don't think Eddie's paying much attention to them, he'd surely be putting the pieces together if he did. Forty-five miles left, which gradually turns into thirty, then fifteen, with your love questioning you at every interval. "Just a little longer, I promise." You answer as you finally reach your exit. You pass by the sign welcoming you into town, and make your way to the arena. The show starts in less than an hour, and you still need to find a parking spot, get inside, and purchase any merchandise Eddie might want.

"Okay." He says quietly, slouching further into his seat. He fiddles with his rings, twisting them around his digits over and over as he stares at them. You're kind of glad he's spacing out right now, because it'll make the final reveal so much more impactful when you tell him to look up. You make a few more turns, following the signs and the growing traffic. And then you see it, the massive, octagon-shaped building. Long, stretching lots full of cars surround the structure, and a giant banner advertising Ozzy Osbourne's show is strung along the front face, lit up with huge spotlights.

"You wanna see your surprise, love?" You ask excitedly, nudging Eddie's shoulder with yours as you're slowly corralled into the parking line by a man in a reflective vest.

"Hm?" Eddie hums in questioning, lifting his head from his spaced-out fidgeting to see what you're talking about. His eyes widen immediately, his jaw falling slack as he realizes where you've brought him. "You didn't." He murmurs, in complete shock and disbelief.

"I did. Happy birthday, Eddie." You reply sweetly, absolutely loving the gobsmacked look on his face. He turns to you, suddenly overwhelmed with unbridled joy. A wide smile spreads across his mouth, and you can tell he's ready to explode with happiness.

"Marry me?" He asks, which makes you giggle.

"Sorry, no time. We have a concert to get to." You say in a cheeky tone.

"Someday?" He presses on, and you realize he's serious. You pause for a moment, unsure how to respond to that. You've both made your intentions clear in this relationship, the two of you are all in at this rate. But to actually hear him ask, and over something like this, it's definitely a mind-fucker. You stall the car for a second, waiting for the line to move along. You take hold of Eddie's hands, and the second his flesh meets yours, you remember exactly how you feel about him, and how to answer his question.

"Someday, Eds." You almost whisper, returning his loving gaze.

"Good. And don't worry, you'll get an actual proposal when the time is right. And it's gonna knock your fuckin' socks off." He chuckles, he's been thinking of how and when to ask you to marry him for a very long time, almost your entire relationship. He knows you're the one for him, and he knows that you feel the same.

"Oh, yeah?" You ask coyly, before needing to start driving again. A gap has formed in front of you, and the car at your rear has started honking.

"Oh, yeah." He says, leaning in to speak in your ear. "When you see what I've got planned, you're gonna lose your fuckin' mind." Eddie bites your earlobe after, sending a harsh blush creeping up your neck and across your cheeks.

"You'd better cut that out, baby. Otherwise we're gonna miss the show." You say with a shaky breath, resisting the urge to fan yourself at how hot and bothered Eddie has made you with such a simple move.

"Says you! I'm not missing this for anything!" Eddie exclaims, the anxious excitement is really kicking in now.

"Not even for me, on my knees, giving you the best head of your life?" You ask casually, eyes focused on the road as you continue down the manned pathways.

"Nope!" Eddie chirps, practically bouncing in his seat at the thought of seeing one of his biggest musical heroes in the flesh.

"Not even for my perfect little pussy, that's always so hot, and wet...and tight for you?" You continue, wondering just how well his resolve holds against your seductive charms.

"'Fraid not, sweetheart." He says, trying to ignore your filthy words. He may be a bit preoccupied with wanting to get inside already, but you're still making him a little hard inside his jeans. He adjusts uncomfortably, shimmying his legs a bit to shift himself around.

You're finally directed into a parking spot, and you kill the engine to try one last thing. You turn yourself in your seat, putting your face as close to Eddie's as possible. Your lips are centimeters away from his, and you gaze deep into his eyes. "Not even for anal, Eds? I'm starting to think we made that little trip to the Love Hut for nothing." You purr, poking your tongue out to lick his lips. He tries to hold it back, but you can still hear a very faint moan escape him. You can't help smirking, thinking he'll give in, admit that you drive him absolutely insane.

"Sorry, angel. No dice." He replies, now grinning himself. You pull away, simultaneously surprised and impressed with his level of self-control. Under any other circumstance, he'd already be fucking you into next week by now.

"Damn, maybe you should ask Ozzy to marry you instead." You joke, gathering your purse and keys as you prepare to step outside.

"Don't tempt me, babydoll." He quips back, opening his door. You both stand up, letting out small groans as you stretch your legs. Eddie comes around to your side of the car, taking hold of your hand to pull you towards the arena. "C'mon, Y/N. We don't have all night!" He says hurriedly, getting very ahead of himself.

"Alright, just hold on!" You say with a laugh, slinging your purse over your shoulder to keep up. You join the mass of bodies slowly filing in the front doors. You pull out your tickets from your bag, gripping them firmly as you wait to give them to the ushers.

"Can I hold the tickets?" Eddie asks excitedly, staring at the gray slips of paper in your hands.

"If you want to, just don't drop them." You hand them over, and Eddie's eyes pore over every detail of the tickets. The price, the date, Ozzy's name and the opening acts, all printed right there in black and white.

"I can't believe this is actually happening!" He almost shouts, rapidly tapping his feet like a giddy child. You giggle at his display, your heart swelling at how happy he is to be here. "You are the best girlfriend ever, Y/N." He leans over to plant a big wet kiss on your cheek. You blush at his affections, trying not to trip as you continue through the line.

"I'm glad you're so excited, Eds. You deserve this, and I'm happy that I got to do this for you." You reply, meeting his gaze to tenderly press your lips to his for a moment. He hums lightly against you, wrapping his free arm around your waist to keep you close. It's almost your turn, and you pull away to let him pay attention to the ticket takers. You step forward together, and he gives the tickets over to the staff, getting them back with one end missing.

"Here, we should save these. To remember this special night." Eddie gives you the little stubs back, and you slip them into your purse. You take a moment to look around, noticing how everyone in the building looks. There's men and women of all ages here, with cascading curls, mullets, teased tangles, dressed to the nines in leather, denim, pins, patches, and chains. Eddie certainly fits in, he'd had the forethought to wear his battle vest today, as well as one of his usual metal t-shirts and some tight jeans. You, on the other hand, are a little out of place. You gaze down at your simple blue jeans and blouse, and you suddenly feel very self-conscious.

"Looks like I'm a little underdressed." You comment, drawing your love's eyes to you. He notices your discomfort, taking off his vest to give to you.

"Here. This should help." He smiles at you, and you gladly take it. You slip your arms through the holes, and relax as the scent of him wafts from the denim fabric. It fits a little large on you, but at least you aren't standing here looking like his sister he was forced to drag along or something.

"Thanks, Eds. You're so sweet." You coo, taking his hand again. "Oh, we should get you a shirt before the show. The guy I bought the tickets from said merch sells out pretty quick." You add, gently pulling him along to see what there is to choose from.

"Don't have to tell me twice, sweetheart." He smirks, gazing over the contents of the tables. He picks out a shirt in his size, and you decide to get a matching one for yourself. There's also a patch that he takes a shine to, so you purchase that as well. You notice there's also a small snack bar selling beer, making a quick stop there before heading to the general admission floor. You join the mass of bodies gathering near the front of the stage, still holding tightly onto Eddie's hand along the way. Many loud conversations are taking place all around you, and the both of you take a quick look at the whole arena. Rows and rows of seats go up the back and sides of the structure, with this large pit of open space in the center. There's quite a lot of people that got in before you, so you're about five or six rows of bodies away from the barriers in front of the stage.

"You ever been to a concert before, Eds?" You ask, gazing at his awestruck face. His eyes are full of wonder, and he can't stop smiling. He's surrounded by hundreds of people just like him, he can feel it. An enormous gathering of freaks, weirdos, and misfits, all of which share his love for the music. It's a little overwhelming, to be honest. And a word keeps popping into his head, one that hasn't been evoked very often in his life. Home. A single tear rolls down his cheek, and he snaps out of his trance to return his attention to you.

"No, princess. But I'm glad I get to have my first one with you." Eddie wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. His plush lips melt against yours, and you place your free hand on his chest. You can feel his heart racing, as if it's pounding itself against his ribs to tell you how meaningful this gift is. He's so goddamn thankful for you doing all this for him, he never thought that he'd be so lucky to experience a live show. And having you here with him makes it a thousand times better. A couple more tears escape him, quickly dissolving onto your own cheeks. He would keep kissing you as if the world has disappeared, when the room is suddenly all filled up, and the first opening act runs onto the stage. Eddie breaks away to look ahead as everyone around you starts cheering.

The first act of the night is a badass female band called Vixen. You've heard some of their stuff, Eddie wanted you to see that women can rock just as hard as the guys. "Edge of A Broken Heart" is definitely your favorite. It's extremely catchy, and you sing along to it with Eddie on a regular basis. The band consists of gorgeous women with extremely teased blonde hair, dramatic makeup, and perfectly skimpy outfits. They take their places with their instruments, and greet the audience before getting into their set.

The band plays six songs, all of which keep the crowd shouting the lyrics and jumping around with intense energy. You and Eddie sing along to the ones you know, holding nothing back as you attempt to dance despite being squished between tons of other people. You guzzle down your beers rather quickly as it's rapidly heating up in here. Eddie holds onto the empty cups until he can toss them away at the end of this set. He doesn't want to lose track of you in all the joyful chaos.

The band ends with your favorite tune, which causes you to be overcome by the power of the music. You grab onto Eddie, pressing your body against his to dance more intimately. He takes hold of your hips, keeping you close. You gaze lovingly at each other, having the time of your lives. You croon the words to one another, and you can't help running your hands up and down his chest and thighs as you move. You're absolutely exhilarated, unable to stop yourself from grazing over the front of his jeans a couple of times. Just a little bit of teasing, a small taste of what's to come once you get back to the hotel.

Eddie's eyes follow your hands as you touch him, and his own travel down to your ass. Only one can give you a firm squeeze as the other is still holding your empty cups, but it's more than enough to compel you to crash your lips onto his again. You find yourself wanting him, the electric energy of this new environment is heightening your senses beyond comprehension. You can tell he wants you just as much, but the time will come for you two to have your favorite kind of fun later. He bites your bottom lip, making you gasp. His tongue slips into your mouth, quickly dominating yours. The taste of beer and cigarettes swirls inside your mouths with every roll of your tongues.

A man next to you in the crowd accidently jostles you apart as the song comes to a close. You suppose it's probably for the best. A couple more seconds of this, and you'd be on the floor doing very inappropriate things. You both let out a shaky breath, trying to put your lustful thoughts aside for the time being. Vixen wishes the crowd a good night, before bowing and exiting the stage. A few crew members come on to start setting up for the next group, and the overhead lights come back on.

"I'll be right back, angel." Eddie shouts over the crowd, before leaving you alone in the sea of people. He carefully pushes his way through to the trash cans at the edge of the arena, and tries to return to you as soon as possible. He takes a good ten minutes, some of the other concert-goers are less than accommodating to someone squeezing past them towards the front. While you're waiting for him to come back, you feel a pinch on your ass. You whip around to see who did it, ready to deck them. But you find no culprit, only the gap where Eddie was before he left. You feel another pinch on the other side, whipping your head in that direction. And you find Eddie this time, giving you his signature devilish grin.

"I thought you were someone else! I was about ready to punch you!" You yell, making sure he can hear.

"Sorry, love. I just can't resist your perfect ass." He chuckles loudly, taking his original spot back.

The second opener of the night comes on, a group neither of you are as fond of. White Lion. They're alright, but they're no Vixen, and they're certainly no Ozzy. You still manage to have fun, moving subtly to the beat to pass the time. You do find their slower tune, "When the Children Cry", to be a bit preachy, though. The crowd seems to enjoy it well enough, so you play along for the sake of enjoying every last second of this. They finish off with "Radar Love", which is their most popular song. You and Eddie dance along again, finding this song far more palatable. It goes by quickly, leaving you a bit sweaty and winded by the end of it. The stage is left empty once more, and it's only a little bit longer until the man you've all come to see takes his turn.

You notice Eddie getting hyper again, rapidly tapping his foot in anticipation, peeking in the wings to see if Ozzy or his bandmates are back there. He's biting his lip slightly, and his grip on your hand tightens. "Doin' okay, Eds?" You shout, and he nods. He decides to give it a rest, knowing time only goes by slower when he stares expectantly like this.

"You want another drink, babydoll?" He asks, his eyes finding yours again.

"Sure!" You reply, digging into your purse for more cash. You hand it off to him, and he goes for a little walk to the snack bar to calm himself down. He returns much quicker this time, employing more assertive methods of wriggling through the impenetrable blob of bodies.

"Here you are, sweetheart. Got a bottle of water in my pocket, too. I'd hate for you to pass out in this heat." Eddie says, giving you your second beer of the night.

"You're so thoughtful, baby." You give him a gentle peck, downing a healthy sip of your drink afterwards. You stand together for a few more minutes, before the overhead lights come down for the third time and the stage lights up. The crowd erupts with cheers, multiple people jump up and down with excitement. Eddie's hand tightens around yours again, and his eyes are glued to the stage. It takes a moment, a little longer than you'd expect, but the members of the band slowly start to come out and take their places with their instruments. Ozzy himself hasn't made an appearance just yet, no doubt he's hyping himself up for this performance.

The audience continues to cheer and clap as the drummer and guitarists fully situate themselves in their places. They begin to play an intro of sorts, working the crowd up even more in preparation for their leader to show himself. The music builds, along with the room's collective anticipation. Time stops for a moment, and then suddenly, Ozzy is running out onto the stage to the mic placed in the dead center of it. The crowd goes absolutely wild, Eddie included. There's screaming, and more jumping, and Ozzy eats up every last bit of it.

"How are we doin' tonight, Fort Wayne?" Ozzy shouts into the mic, gesturing for everyone to make some noise. "Come on! Lemme hear you!" He cries, and the noise only gets louder. You join in the whooping, looking over the man beckoning you all to scream for him. He's dressed in a leather suit with studs and rhinestones all over it, with a tight black tee underneath. He's already coated in sweat, his hair a shaggy, frizzy mess. Thick, black eyeliner circles his bugged-out eyes, making him look insane in the best possible way. Ozzy takes the mic out of the stand, and he begins to pace along the stage, begging for more screams and shouts. "You're not loud enough! Come on!" He shouts, and you all give him exactly what he wants. Satisfied with the amount of excitement now, he takes off his jacket, tossing towards backstage and utters one final phrase to kick off the show. "LET THE MADNESS BEGIN!"

The crowd roars, and the band immediately kicks into "I Don't Know". Ozzy commands you all to 'go crazy' as he sings the lyrics. You're mesmerized at the way he moves about the stage. He's almost like a preacher, rapidly pacing back and forth from end to end, desperately wanting you to hear his words like they're the most important thing in the world. There's so much passion within his voice, and the entire arena mirrors that passion right back to him. Eddie sings along to the words, as do hundreds of others. You aren't as familiar with this song, so you just let Eddie playfully move you around to the music.

Ozzy continues through the song, repeatedly pointing the microphone out to all of you for you to sing along. "LOUDER! I WANNA HEAR YOU!" He shouts with his hand to his ear, still pacing all the way. He returns to the mic stand for a moment as the music slows. "Let me see your hands in the air." He asks, and every single pair of hands go up, unable to refuse his request. He smiles wide, and all of you wave your arms side to side to the music. It's a truly magical moment, everyone is mentally on the same page, engaging as one. You didn't really know what to expect at a show like this, but it's safe to say you feel overwhelmingly welcome here.

The band continues through the set, with Ozzy getting up to his typical antics. He sings song after song like he just released them yesterday, smiling the whole way through. There's head-banging, epic guitar and drum solos that are almost acrobatic, numerous calls for the audience to make even more noise, and he even brings out buckets of ice cold water to toss onto the crowd. You happen to get splashed multiple times, but it's certainly appreciated in this ridiculous heat. You and Eddie sing and dance and totally let loose, you've never seen your boyfriend so happy and excited before. And you can't help loving him even more for being able to see this side of him. You can read it all over his face, he truly feels like he belongs here, and that everyone in this room is just like him. You're overjoyed that you've been able to do this for him, and you're having the time of your life in the process.

About halfway through the show, Ozzy pauses to introduce you all to his amazing band. There's Randy Castillo on the drums, Zakk Wylde on guitar, Geezer Butler on bass, and John Sinclair on the keyboard. They all get a fair amount of cheers and applause, it's nice to see such a legend in the industry show appreciation for his bandmates. They continue through the set, getting into more familiar territory. "War Pigs" is a clear fan-favorite, and you get to see what is probably one of the most epic concert displays in history. Ozzy will sing one line, and then the entire arena sings the next verbatim. They know every single word, not missing a beat. It's like a duet almost, and it's fucking amazing.

The remainder of the show keeps the energy up, rocking hard and fast through "Tattooed Dancer", "Miracle Man", "Suicide Solution", "Iron Man", and "Crazy Train", ending with "Paranoid." Ozzy rips his shirt somewhere during the show, but you don't quite see it. The head of the person in front of you blocks the event from your view. One moment, his shirt is completely intact, then the next, it's almost torn in half. The band slams out the final chords and beats of the song, with Ozzy landing on his knees as this all comes to an end.

"Thank you! Goodnight! We love you all!" Ozzy shouts, bringing the show to a satisfying close. The audience lets out one final round of screams and applause, and the band makes their way to sanctuary backstage. The overhead lights come on one last time, and the mass of sweating bodies slowly files out into the lobby and parking lot of the venue.

"That was amazing!" Eddie shouts, snatching you up into his arms to give you a sloppy kiss. You're both soaked with sweat and water, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your bodies. But you melt into him all the same, wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you up. His lips pull away from yours, and he gazes deep into your eyes. "Best birthday ever, princess. This was fuckin' awesome." He says sweetly, giving you another kiss before letting you stand on your own two feet. A decent amount of people have left already, leaving you standing in a large gap of the floor which is littered with crumpled plastic cups and half-eaten boxes of popcorn.

"You're welcome, Eddie. This was so much fun." You reply, and the two of you join the river of people flowing casually outside into the dark of night. You locate the car all in good time, slipping into your seats. You sit here for a little while to let the lot clear out a bit first. Eddie lights a couple cigarettes again, and you take yours as always. "You excited for the second part of your present, baby?" You ask, taking a long drag of your cig.

"There's more?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Of course, Eds. I didn't get us a hotel room for no reason." You reply casually, smirking at his eyes widening when he realizes what you're getting at.

"And...what exactly are we gonna do in said hotel room?" He asks darkly, his damp hair brushing against you as he leans into your space.

"Oh...you'll see." You reply in a flirty tone, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Mmm, you're gettin' too good at hiding things from me, love. Should I be worried?" He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with lust.

"Not at all. I only hide fun surprises, I promise." You close the gap between you, roughly biting on Eddie's bottom lip. He groans against you, reaching a hand around to cradle the back of your head. You resist the urge to climb over the seats to straddle him. Instead, you creep your hand along his thigh, moving closer to palm his cock through his jeans. Once you reach it, you feel him grow in your grasp as you give him a light squeeze.

"Don't tease, sweetheart. I'd hate to have to fuck you in the middle of the parking lot." He says breathlessly, lowering his lips to kiss your neck. He nibbles the flesh with his teeth, marking you with a fresh hickey.

"Mmm, it's nothing we haven't done before, Eds." You sigh, tilting your head to give him better access.

"You're not wrong, baby. But I'm sure whatever your filthy mind has planned is much more exciting than having rushed sex in the family car." He speaks lowly in your ear, his hand raising to grab a handful of your breast. You moan quietly, the sound making his dick twitch. "C'mon, angel. Let's go check in, so I can properly fuck your brains out." He pulls away from you entirely, making you whine at the loss of him.

"Anything for you, love." You turn on the engine, almost speeding out of the parking lot as most of the cars have gone now. You finish your cigarette, relying on the nicotine to keep your head on straight. All you can think about is everything you plan to do to Eddie once you reach the hotel. You've got a few new toys to play with, as well as an extra special surprise to cater to Eddie's tastes. You can't wait to see the look on his face when you show him, it's going to blow his mind.

Part 28.2: Let Me Put My Love Into You

"Ugh, we really got soaked, huh?" Eddie says, shifting uncomfortably in his clothes as you enter your hotel room. You flick on the light, finding a nice large bed and the typical amenities inside.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that." You reply with a giggle, tossing your bags onto the floor beside the bed. Eddie closes the door behind you, and you turn to look at him. "How 'bout you lose the clothes, babe?" You suggest, biting your lip.

"Sure thing, sweetheart." He smirks, immediately peeling his shirt up and over his head. It falls to the floor in a damp pile, and the moisture left on his pale skin glistens in the dim light of the room. You keep your own clothes on, for now, sitting in a chair to watch Eddie undress. "Enjoying the show?" He asks cheekily, undoing his belt.

"Mhm. You're so sexy, baby." You devour him with your eyes, resisting the urge to pounce on him right this second. He kicks off his shoes, removing his wet socks with an odd look on his face. He then slides his jeans and boxers down together, stepping out of them to put himself completely nude before you. "Fuck." Your pupils fall to his dick, which has already begun to grow in all the excitement. Eddie chuckles at your hungry stare. You snap yourself out of it, needing to take control here. You've got this whole thing painstakingly planned out, and there's no time to waste. "Lay down on the bed for me, Eds." You say softly, and he obeys. He lays over the covers, his head resting casually on the pillows.

"What are you gonna do to me, princess?" He teases as you purposefully get out of your seat and walk over to him. You stand near the head of the bed, reaching down to caress Eddie's cheek with feather-light pressure. You smile down at him, which he returns.

"Anything you want. I do have some ideas, though..." You answer, backing away from him again. You go around to the other side of the bed to your overnight bag, unzipping it to pull out the first of your 'ideas'. A brand new pair of handcuffs you bought together, stronger and sturdier than Eddie's previous pair. You show them to him, and his smile grows wider.

"Are we using those on you....or me?" He asks, hoping they're meant for him. It seems you've got a concise plan of what you want to do tonight, and he's very eager to let you have your way.

"You, of course." You say matter-of-factly, going to him once more. "Hands up." You say politely, and he gladly obeys your order. Your eyes flick to his length again, noticing he's completely erect now. And you're only getting started. "Good boy." You praise, clicking the cuffs around his wrists. He hisses slightly at the tightness, making you worried that you've overdone them. "Too tight?" You ask, fully prepared to remove them and start over.

"No, love. They're perfect." He grins, waiting for your next move. You set his bound hands down above his head, returning to your bag. You pick it up off the floor, walking towards the bathroom. "Where ya goin', angel?" He asks, hoping you won't leave him all alone for long.

"Just changing into something more comfortable, Eddie. Be patient for me, okay?" You speak seductively, before closing the door so he can't see what you're up to. You set the bag on the counter, digging out the special costume you've been working on for this occasion. You've decided to dress up as Taarna from Heavy Metal, the sexy warrior with skimpy armor and silver-gray hair who defeated the dreaded Loc-Nar. Robin helped you put this ensemble together, sewing and painting and constructing some pieces out of cardboard. It's definitely very DIY, but overall, it looks pretty badass. You know Eddie's going to love this, and you can't help feeling extremely excited yourself.

You happily remove your soiled clothes, letting them pile lazily onto the tile floor for the time being. You put on the strapless black bra and panties first, and then the boots and red covers, the single, arm-length leather glove, and the shoulder piece. You do your best to copy Taarna's makeup, and top everything off with the wig, fixing it atop your head as seamlessly as you can. You give yourself a final once-over, unable to stop staring at your perfect ass as it's totally exposed in these unbelievably revealing underwear. You take a deep breath, oddly nervous as to what Eddie might think of you like this. You turn to the door, deciding to bite the bullet and open it already. You step into the room, putting yourself at the foot of the bed for Eddie to get a good look at you. You pose confidently, setting your gloved hand on your hip.

"Holy shit." Eddie murmurs, completely blown away by you. You're absolutely gorgeous, bringing one of his favorite fantasy characters to life.

"That good, huh?" You ask, failing to fight off a harsh blush. Your eyes lock onto his, and he can't stop staring at you.

"Really good, sweetheart." He replies in disbelief, this has to be a dream or something. "You wanna turn around for me?" He asks, his tongue playing at the edge of his smile.

"Anything for the birthday boy." You rasp. You slowly rotate yourself in a small circle, letting him eat up every morsel of your perfect body.

He whistles when he sees your butt swallowing up the thin material of your panties. "I'll never get enough of that ass, baby."

"You want me to get things going, or are you gonna stare at me all night?" You ask somewhat impatiently, though you don't mind standing here while Eddie admires every inch of you.

"You're in control here, Y/N. I'm at your mercy." Eddie says, sounding a little needy now. His cock is leaking precum, just the thought of what you might do to him tonight is driving him wild.

"That's what I like to hear, baby." You smirk, gingerly placing your hands on the bed to start crawling over to him. He watches you with hungry eyes, and you inch your way over until your body is positioned directly above his. His breath comes out fast and shallow, he's highly anticipating your first real move of the night. Your palms rest on either side of his torso, and your knees sit outside his own. Your wig hangs low, framing your face in silver strands. You lower your head to give him a gentle kiss, though he attempts to deepen it. You pull away, swatting his inner thigh with your hand. "Naughty boy." You scold, and he moans at the sting of your flesh smacking his.

"I'm sorry, love. I just want you so bad." Eddie quickly apologizes, needing you to touch him. All this waiting is taking a serious toll on him.

"Oh, I'm aware. I'll let you off with a warning this time. Consider it a bonus gift." You speak so confidently, completely taking charge of this scenario. You've spent enough time practicing in the mirror, so this shouldn't be difficult to keep up. "But, if you disobey me again, you won't get a damn thing. Understand?" You question, your tone nice and low to hold his attention. He rapidly nods his head, but he has to say the words. "Answer me, Eddie. You have to promise you'll do everything I ask."

"I promise, I'll be good, Y/N. I'm sorry, just...please. I need you, princess." Your pussy throbs at the pleading in his voice, that high-pitched crack that lets you know exactly how much he craves you.

"Oh, alright. Since you asked so nicely." You give him a mischievous grin, dragging your hand over onto his chest. His breath catches at the contact, his eyes following your movements. You trail your fingers down lower and lower, over his abs, his stomach, along his little happy trail. All the way to the very center of him, just barely brushing your fingertips along his length.

"Fuck." He groans, his hips bucking up at the contact.

"Stay still, my love." You order, and he does his best to follow your rules. You ghost your digits over him, up and down in little whispering motions. Eddie lets out the most perfectly tortured noises as you do this, all of which make your cunt extremely wet. Your touch feels so good against him, but it's not nearly enough. "You want more, Eds?" You ask, flicking your eyes to his as you continue to loom over him.

"Yes, Y/N. For the love of God, do something...anything." He whines, nearly on the verge of tears. You've never seen him so worked up, you almost feel a little bad about it. Almost.

"Such a filthy boy, so needy for my hands, my mouth, my pussy. Which would you like, birthday boy?" You ask, bringing your index finger to the head of his cock. You spread the little bead of precum around, making him whimper beneath you. Fuck, he sounds so sexy like this. So fucked for me, desperate and pathetic. I can't get enough, and he's making me so fucking wet.

"Y-Your mouth. Please." Eddie stutters, breathing shakily as your finger continues to circle lightly around his tip.

"You're so polite, Eds. Such a good boy for me." You praise, giving him another kiss before scooting yourself down the bed.

"Wait." Eddie pipes up, making you stop in your tracks. You gaze at him, wondering what the problem is.

"What is it, baby?" You question.

"Can you sit on my face while you do that? I wanna make you feel good, sweetheart." Eddie begs, wanting to taste your sweet nectar and make you scream his name.

"If you insist." You reply simply, standing up off the bed for a moment to remove your panties. You climb back over to position your cunt over his mouth, waiting for him to usher you downwards.

"Shit, you're fuckin' soaked, angel." Eddie moans at the sight of your arousal glistening all around your pussy.

"All for you, baby. You ready?" You ask, peeking between your legs to confirm.

"More than ready." He murmurs, licking his lips expectantly. And with that, you lower yourself to take a seat on his face. He immediately drags his tongue in long, thick stripes along your folds, making you gasp.

"Oh, Eddie." You moan, taking hold of his cock in your hand. He groans against you at your touch, holding back another buck of his hips. You savor the feeling of his tongue flicking your clit and needy hole for a moment, sensing an orgasm starting to build inside your belly. You rest on your elbows to put your mouth right above his dick, letting a long drip of spit fall from your lips. He grunts at the wetness landing on him, and you spread the saliva around with your hollowed fist. You bring your mouth closer to him, blowing cool air on his tip.

"Mmm." He moans against your core, flicking his tongue faster to pay you back for torturing him like this.

"Slow down, love." You order through a groan. He begrudgingly does as you ask, sighing in frustration as he brings down the pace again. He needs you to take him in your mouth already, he's so turned on it almost hurts. "Don't be a brat. I know you can take it." You say in warning. He's on very thin ice now, one disobedient move away from you shutting this whole thing down. You feel him nod, his tongue staying at the sedate speed you've requested. You decide that he's earned some head, and you take all of him in your mouth in one swift motion. He hits deep in the back of your throat, making you gag.

"Mmf." He grunts, relieved to finally have your hot, wet mouth on his cock. He circles around your clit, going just a little bit faster now. You whimper at the sensation, rolling your hips to grind against his face. You bob your head up and down on Eddie's length, savoring the beautiful noises he makes against your cunt. The vibrations feel so good, and every passing second draws a steady trickle of arousal from you. Eddie drinks up every last drop, a sticky mess of your juices forming around his cheeks and chin.

You draw off of his dick for a moment, stroking him with your hand to tide him over. "You're doing so well for me, Eds. Your mouth is fuckin' magic." You praise, returning to your task for the time being. You suck him harder and faster, twirling your tongue around his cock and hollowing your cheeks.

"Mmm." He moans again, there's not much room for words with you riding his face. You keep rolling your hips, meeting his tongue-strokes expertly. You're getting close already, all your teasing, kissing, and dancing earlier has really built you up. But you want Eddie to cum first, it's sure to be a very intense experience for him, and you can't wait to hear the helpless sounds of his orgasm muffled against your silk. You push yourself to speed up, making your eyes water at how far his length is lodged in your esophagus. His thighs have begun to twitch beneath you, you grip them tightly to hold yourself upright as his tongue is unraveling your mind.

Eddie's moans get louder against you, signaling his oncoming release. You pull away one last time, giving him some encouragement. "Cum down my throat, Eds. I fuckin' love the taste of you." You shove yourself down onto him, sucking even harder than before. Your tongue works overtime, trying to make him lose control. And then you feel it, Eddie inhales sharply, before releasing an obscenely loud moan between your thighs.

"Mmm!" His hips jolt upwards, choking you further. His load spills down your throat, the taste so goddamn sweet. You swallow it all, still blowing him through his high. You pull away once he goes soft, letting him fall out of your mouth.

"Good boy, Eds一 fuck." You whimper as Eddie picks up the pace on you now. You allow him to take control in this small way, he did so well for you when you played with him. Plus, you would absolutely love to soak his face. You lay your torso over his lower half, allowing yourself to fully relax into this position. Eddie licks and sucks your clit, drawing whines and moans from your lips. You cry out his name, and call him a good boy over and over. You're getting closer, and he shoves his tongue inside your pussy, stroking your g-spot with ease. "God, Eddie. You feel so good inside me, fuck me harder with your tongue." You plead, pushing yourself closer to his face. He starts darting his tongue in and out of you, using all the force such a flimsy muscle can possess. "Yes, just like that, baby. Such a perfectly filthy boy for me, eating my pussy like your life depends on it. You love how sweet I taste, don't you?" You speak as seductively as you can through your moans.

"Mhm." Eddie hums in reply, delighted by your vulgar words. He wishes he could use his hands to pull you even closer, hold you as tight against his mouth as possible. But you're keeping up a steady rhythm, grinding yourself into him mercilessly. It's getting a little hard to breathe, though he can't be bothered to give a shit. He could be completely suffocated between your thighs and die a happy man. He can feel you nearing the edge, all your tells on full display. Your breath coming out hot and labored against his thighs, your nails digging into his skin as you cling to him, the sweet sounds of pleasure spilling from your lips. It won't be long now, if only he had the capacity to egg you on with his velvet-smooth voice. But flicking his tongue harder and faster around your silken folds will have to do.

"Oh, fuck. I'm getting so close, Eddie. You gonna swallow all my cum like a good boy?" You ask, waiting for ecstasy to take you over.

"Mhm." He hums in reply, the vibrations making your walls flutter. Fuck, I'm already getting hard again. She's unbelievable tonight, so dominant over me...I love her like this. Hell, I love her in every conceivable way. But this? This is fantastic... Eddie dwells on his thoughts, working his tongue sore to bring you to bliss. Everything you've been doing tonight is so amazing to him, the concert, this outfit, the bad, bad things you have in store... His head is dizzy with lust, and his heart overflows with more love for you than he ever thought he could possess.

"Fuck, Eds. You're gonna make me cum..." You pant, digging your nails into his legs to hold onto him as you hit your peak. "Fuck!" You cry out, your thighs quaking, hips bucking roughly into Eddie's face. Delicious waves of pleasure spread throughout your body, and you can hear your arousal splashing messily into your love's mouth. He groans at the taste, trying not to waste a single drop. It's a bit difficult, though, as some manages to get into his nose. You slump forwards slightly, allowing him to lift his head up so he doesn't drown. He gasps in air, almost coughing at how much you've drenched him. You ride out your high, still clinging to him the whole way. Heavy breaths escape you, traces of moans and incoherent calls of his name with every exhale. Your eyes fall shut, you're too blinded by stars to see anything anyway. You feel your body slowly relax after a while, your heartbeat following suit.

"Did I do a good job for you, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, licking your juices from his lips. His eyes roll back at the renewed taste.

"Yes, Eds. So fuckin' good. My good boy." You sigh in satisfaction. You carefully get on your knees, lifting your body off of his. You turn to face him, finding his gorgeous face shining with your juices. "Damn, I really did a number on you." You say with a giggle.

"I loved every second of it, babydoll." He gives you a warm smile. "Are you done playing? Or is there more?" He questions, unable to withhold his curiosity.

"Oh, believe me, I am far from done with you." You smirk, putting your face before his. You give him a tantalizing kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his plush lips. He follows your lead, twisting his head to meet your languid movements. You slip your tongue into his mouth, tangling with his. Out of habit, he tries to dominate you. But you don't give up the fight, eventually earning a victory. Partially due to your persistence, and partially because Eddie's tongue is pretty tired from eating you out. You pull away, taking his breath with you. You gaze into his eyes, finding deep admiration within his pupils.

"What's next on the agenda, love?" Eddie asks softly. He's very eager to see what your evil genius mind has cooked up.

"I'll show you, and then I'll give you two choices. Okay?" You explain. You know what you have in mind might be a bit too much for him, at least for right now. To be fair, you'd picked out all your new 'props' as a team, ensuring the both of you would be okay with using them, as well as having them used on yourselves. But there's no real telling which option Eddie will be in the mood for, until you ask.

"You got it, angel." He nods, and you step off the bed again to dig around in your bag of tricks. You retrieve a bottle of lube, a silicone dildo, and a strap-on harness. His eyes widen a bit, but you can't tell if he's excited...or afraid. "And what do you plan to do with those, Y/N?" He asks, swallowing hard.

"Well, like I said...you've got two options. I can ride you and put this in my ass at the same time. Or, I can put it in the harness and fuck you instead." You explain casually, holding the objects in your hands like they're the most ordinary things in the world. On the inside, you're a little nervous that he won't go for the idea you truly want. But it's his day, so he gets to make the choice.

"Eager to try out our new toys, huh?" He grins, noticing the small crack in your confidence at his temporary silence. You put out this air of self-assurance, but he can see a glimpse of uncertainty in your eyes. He can tell exactly which option you want him to choose. But even as you stand before him, holding the shiny new items in your hands, you could never bring yourself to directly ask him for it. You know how hard it is for a man to let himself be penetrated, it's honestly pretty unheard of to most. Then again, Eddie did take a certain shine to the strap-on in the store, his eyes sparkling at the possibility of you being inside him for once.

"M-Maybe a little." You stutter, realizing that he sees right through you. He thinks it over for another minute or so, before deciding to say 'fuck it' and make the very most out of this impossibly amazing night.

"You really wanna fuck me, Y/N?" He asks coyly, needing to hear you say it out loud.

"Yes." You reply, gaining a bit of your confidence back with Eddie's reassurance that he would never judge you.

"'Yes', what?" Eddie asks darkly, pushing you to spell it all out for him. You fall into your leading role again, retaking the reins that you temporarily gave to him. You bring yourself over to him again, objects in hand. You climb back up to straddle his thighs, a sinful look spread across your face. You bring your lips just centimeters from his, holding his attention with lust-blown eyes.

"Yes, I want to fuck you, Eddie. I want to be inside you, make you scream my name. I want to make you my slut." You speak nice and low, ending with a breathy chuckle. You feel yourself getting wet again.

"Knock yourself out, sweetheart. I'd love to have you inside me." Eddie replies, absolutely elated at your regained boldness.

"That's what I like to hear, Eds. You wanna spread your legs for me?" You politely order, getting off of him to allow him to move. You kneel before him on the bed, watching him get into position. He tents his knees, his legs spread as open as he can manage. "Perfect." You praise, setting the toys down and clicking open the bottle of lube. You scoot closer to Eddie, while holding up a finger to squirt some of the cool liquid onto it. "I'm gonna loosen you up a little bit first. You okay with that?" You ask, still giving him a chance to back out. You search his expression for any sliver of doubt, but you find none.

"Yes, baby. I'd actually prefer that, as opposed to shoving that big thing in me right away." He laughs, attempting to point at the dildo laying in wait on the mattress from the confines of the handcuffs.

"Oh, it's not that big. You are much bigger than that, and I take you just fine." You retort, focusing on the task at hand. You bring your wetted index finger to his puckered hole. He tenses up slightly, drawing in a sharp breath when the cold liquid meets his flesh. "You okay?" You can't help checking in every step of the way. This is all so new for both of you.

"Yeah." He nods. "Go ahead, love. I'm ready." He adds, anticipating the feeling of you entering him. You decide to just get this over with already, and slowly push through his tight entrance. "Oh, my god." He moans as you carefully slide into his ass, all the way to the knuckle.

"How's that feel, baby?" You ask, your pussy throbbing at his response to your touch.

"Different...but pretty good so far." He says, taking a deep breath. "You can move now, if you want." You do as he suggests, gradually pumping your finger in and out of his tight hole. "Fuck, Y/N. Faster." He groans, noticing there's a particular spot inside him that feels amazing when you brush against it. You follow his request again, picking up the pace. He moans even louder, and a wave of heat washes over you. You're actually doing it. You're inside him, and he likes it.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Eddie? Should I add another?" You ask, thinking a little extra stretch couldn't hurt.

"Yes, please. This feels so fuckin' good." Eddie pants, and you messily squirt some more lube onto your middle finger to join the first one. You push it inside his asshole, and another vulgar noise rips itself from his lungs. His eyes are locked into yours, he can't believe how hot this is.

"You're taking my fingers so well, baby. I think you're almost ready for me." You coo to him, fingering him a bit faster now. His eyes roll back into his head, his mouth falling open to cry out your name. "You're making such pretty noises, Eds. They're getting me so wet." You resist the urge to lower your free hand to rub your clit as you rile him up. The display before you is surely the most attractive Eddie has ever been. Totally at your mercy, allowing you to fill up one of his most sensitive areas.

"I think I'm ready now, Y/N." Eddie says, anxious to feel all five inches of silicone deep inside himself.

"You got it." You reply, slowly removing your fingers now. You wipe the excess lube onto his inner thigh, you'll need to clean up later anyway. You pick up the dildo and harness, carefully maneuvering the toy through the round hole in the leathery fabric. The anticipation is rapidly growing between you, and you hastily slip the harness over yourself like a pair of panties. There's also a little something for you in this particular toy. A bullet vibrator is embedded inside the crotch, powered by a small battery pack that slips into a pouch on the side of the harness. This way, both you and Eddie can get off as you fuck him. You flick on the switch, immediately feeling the strong vibrations against your clit. "Oh, god." You gasp, your hands falling to grip his knees for a second.

"Does it feel good, angel?" Eddie asks cooly. You've never used a vibrator before, and it's definitely a bit intense. You're bound to cum multiple times during this little game.

"Uh-huh. Jesus Christ, this thing is powerful." You laugh awkwardly, trying to keep it together. You scoot yourself forward, and pour a ton of lube onto the dildo that's now attached to your body. It feels a bit odd, to see...something sticking out from your crotch. But it also turns you on beyond belief. You lower your body over his, spreading the lube around with your hand. You then hold the base of the toy in place as you put your pelvis close to his. You bring the tip to his entrance, looking in his eyes for confirmation again.

"Go ahead, baby. I know you want to." He says sweetly, fully prepared to take your fake dick inside of him. You don't waste another second, pressing the rubbery tip through his puckered hole. You go slow, allowing him time to get used to the size before you start thrusting. "Fuck, baby. You're so big." He says through a hiss, his teeth clenching and eyes screwing shut. You know he doesn't mean it as a joke, but his phrase in regards to your 'size' makes you giggle a little bit. He opens his eyes, realizing how that sounded. He chuckles with you, which allows his body to relax and take you in full. You eventually bottom out, completely inserted into Eddie now.

"Look at you, taking me so well like a good boy." You praise seductively, planting a warm kiss on his lips to give him a small breather. The vibrator is doing wonders for you, it won't take long for you to cum again. But you ignore the pleasure for now, focusing on keeping Eddie relaxed.

"You can move now, love. I need you." He pleads, his tone only adding to your pleasure. But you can't give in that easily.

"Beg for it." You order, raising a hand to wrap your fingers around his neck. His pupils widen further, realizing just how in charge you want to be.

"What?" He asks, taken aback by your continued teasing.

"Beg me to fuck you, Eds. Tell me just how much you want it." You command darkly, bringing your other hand up to cup his cheek. You look at him with hooded eyes, patiently waiting for him to do as you ask.

"Please, baby. Fuck my ass, I want you so bad. You feel so good inside me." Eddie whines, the pathetic sound going straight to your head.

"That's a good little slut." You growl through a moan, before pulling your hips away and slamming back into him.

"Oh, god!" Eddie shouts, your thrust stimulates his prostate in the most amazing way. "More, baby...please, fuck...so good." He's overwhelmed by how intense this is, everything feels too fucking good.

"You got it, Eds." You pant, holding back your orgasm as you place your free hand on his hip. You squeeze his throat, cutting off his oxygen. And then you start thrusting your hips as best you can. It's not very easy for you, you're not used to making this type of motion with your body. But it's simple enough once you get the hang of it. You sense your high approaching, however, which is making it difficult to concentrate. "Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum, baby." You huff, still smacking your pelvis against his ass as your bliss overtakes you. "Shit!" You whine, doing everything in your power to keep your knees from buckling. Your thighs shake regardless of your efforts, which makes your jerk the toy haphazardly inside Eddie's asshole.

"Oh, fuck! Keep doing that. Ah...shit. I'm getting close already, angel." Eddie whimpers, the words barely escaping as you continue to choke him.

You're still riding out your orgasm, rolling your hips into him the whole way. Your arousal soaks through the harness, fluids spilling down your thighs and his. "Don't cum yet, baby. Not until I say you can." You command, though it comes out sounding rather weak and shaky. You're still riding your high, which will undoubtedly build rapidly into another while you fuck Eddie as hard as you can manage. You lessen your grip on his neck, allowing him to speak.

"I'll try, sweetheart. Gonna be pretty difficult, though." Eddie pants, wishing he had his hands free to hold you closer to him.

"I know you can do it, Eddie. You're such a good boy, letting me fuck your ass like this. You like being my little slut, baby?"

"Yes, angel. This feels amazing, you have no idea." He replies breathlessly, the blood rushing back to his head now. You smash your lips onto his, wanting to be closer to him. You keep up your pace, rolling your hips to have the vibrator hit your clit just right. You moan against each other, going wild inside at the overpowering sensations you're both feeling. You break away from his lips, though yours still brush against them. You look deep into his eyes, smiling like the devil herself.

"Tell me you're my little slut." You command playfully, hungry to hear the words from his own mouth.

"I'm your little slut, Y/N. You fuck me so good...holy shit." His eyes fall shut again, you can tell he’s almost there. You squeeze his throat again, stealing his breath away.

"I didn't say you can cum yet, Eds. And I don't think you want to disobey me." You regain his attention, fear in his eyes of what you might do to punish him. His garbled moans and whines push you over the edge again. "Shit..." You gasp, your breath catching in your throat as your third orgasm crashes into you. You buck your hips sloppily again, making Eddie squeal as your grip loosens on his neck. Another dose of arousal spills from you, falling wetly onto the bed.

"I'm tryin' to hold it, angel. Everything just feels so goddamn perfect." He replies, doing his best to listen to your orders. He's coated in sweat, as are you. But as your third orgasm of the evening subsides, you find yourself wanting one more before Eddie completely loses it.

"Just a little longer, baby. You're taking my cock so well. Be a good boy, I'll let you cum soon." You reply, letting go of his neck entirely to grip his other hip. Using his waist as leverage, you proceed to snap your hips as you pound yourself into him.

"Fuck, Y/N! Oh...You're gonna kill me, baby. I can't hold it much longer..." Eddie calls out breathlessly. He's trying to be good, to hold off on losing control. He knows what will happen if he disobeys you, and he refuses to be defeated so easily.

"Almost there一 shit. We can cum together, love. Such a good boy for me, I know how badly you want it." You encourage him to hold on a tiny bit longer, hoping your praise is enough. You're very close to your own high again. Your pussy sparking from the continued stimulation. Just a few more seconds, that's all you need. "Cum for me, baby...oh, fuck! EDDIE!" You scream when you're taken down by bliss yet again. Your thighs jolt violently, which makes you hit all the right angles inside Eddie's asshole, sending him over the edge.

"Y/N! Oh, Jesus...shit一 FUCK!" Eddie's stomach tenses, and he takes in a ragged gasp, before letting out the loudest moan you've ever heard from him. His toes curl, and his sticky load spurts out of his cock and onto his stomach and chest. He tugs against the dildo in his euphoria, extending the pleasure further. You watch his expression twist into beautiful shapes, all of which illustrate just how good you've made him feel.

"Mmm, my good boy. You did so well, my perfect little slut." You coo, stroking his sweat-slicked face with your gloved hand. You're still inside of him, but you flick the switch on the battery pack to turn off the vibrator. You've had more than enough now, and the stimulation is getting to be too much. You both come down from your final highs, exchanging a few loving kisses. "Did you like that, Eddie?" You ask, somehow still unconvinced that he's actually enjoyed himself.

"Yes, sweetheart. It was fuckin' amazing. Did you have fun being in charge?" He asks with a grin.

"Mhm, it was great. I felt so...powerful." You reply, grinning giddily at how fantastic it was to take total control.

"I'm glad, princess. You were phenomenal, I couldn't get enough. You're such a strong, smart, sexy woman. I love you, baby." He speaks lovingly, unable to stop smiling. Tonight has been so fun for the both of you. Playing together, trying new things, it's everything you've dreamed about as a couple.

"I love you too, Eds." You reply warmly, giving him one last kiss before you attempt to pull out. You look down between your legs, thinking over how best to do this. "I'm gonna slowly pull out so we can clean up. Just keep still and relax, okay?" You instruct, looking at him for confirmation.

"Sure thing, love." He says softly, taking a deep breath before you try to move. He nods to give you the go ahead, and you gradually remove the dildo from his tight hole. He groans at the feeling, but he insists you keep going to get it out already. Once you get the toy all the way out, he exhales deeply with puffed cheeks. "Fuckin' A. I'll have to get used to that." He laughs, doing his best to sit up in bed. He brings his bound arms down to his lap. "You mind lettin' me outta these, babydoll?" He asks politely.

"Of course, love." You hop off the bed again, still wearing the strap-on. You dig around in your bag, finding the tiny set of keys. You let his hands free, and he rubs the tender flesh of his wrists. "You bruised at all?" You ask, hoping you didn't go too hard.

"Nah, all good. Just a little sore, but it's to be expected." He reassures you, before dragging his eyes along your body. His pupils settle on your imitation cock, and he chuckles at the sight.

"What?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. You notice his eyes peering downwards, and you follow their direction to see that you're still sporting the purple silicone between your legs. "Oh." You giggle, blushing slightly. You take the harness off, letting it fall beside you on the bed for the time being. "You wanna take a shower, Eds? We've made quite the mess." You say, eyes flicking to the glistening streaks of white on Eddie's torso.

"Yes, please. I'm so goddamn sticky, it's a little gross...even for me." He replies, letting you lead him by the hand to the bathroom. You turn on the water, and strip off the rest of your costume. You take the wig off first, it was getting a little itchy. Next is the armor and boots, ending with the bra. You stand naked before Eddie, his caring eyes eating up your every inch. "My gorgeous girl, you do so much for me." He coos, putting his hand on your waist. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, enjoying this moment of closeness. He brushes a stray hair behind your ear, looking deep into your eyes. "You are the best girlfriend in the entire world, you know that?"

"Only because you tell me so all the time, my love. Which, among other things, makes you the best boyfriend, too." You return his adoring gaze, smiling like the sun. You share a tender kiss, and he leads you backwards into the glass-door shower. He presses your body against the tile wall as the water soaks your bodies, slicking away some of the sweat and cum you've accumulated. He lowers a hand to slip two fingers to your clit, making you moan against his mouth. "Eddie, please. Don't you think we've had enough?" You ask, though the arousal gathering on his digits betrays your protest.

"I can stop if you want, babydoll. But I didn't get a chance to touch you at all, it was driving me insane." He breathes heavily, and you can feel his dick poking into your stomach. You're surprised he's still up for more, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't as well.

"I suppose I didn't get to have your cock inside me, either. If you really have it in you, go nuts, baby." You offer just as his fingers slip inside your pussy. "Eddie." You moan, roughly gripping his shoulders

"Sounds like you've got it in you, too, sweetheart." He chuckles darkly, moving his mouth to suck on your neck.

"Shit, baby...You're so needy tonight." You whimper, allowing him to be in the driver's seat now. You've had your fair share of control, you may as well give Eddie a turn.

"Only for you, and this soaked pussy of yours. You want me to fuck you, angel?" He asks, pumping his digits in and out of you at a steady pace. He's riling you up, it's nothing substantial.

"Yes." You pant, dragging your nails along his back now. He groans at the sting, biting down hard on your throat.

"Then beg me, princess. Beg me to fuck your pretty little brains out." He commands, using his other hand to harshly tweak your nipple.

"Please fuck me, Eddie. I need you inside me, to make me scream your name." You plead, and he immediately removes his fingers from your cunt.

"Turn around, babe." He orders simply, and you do as he asks. Your back is facing him, and he suddenly pushes your front into the wall. You gasp in surprise, your head turned to the side. Eddie presses his body into yours, his hands caressing your hips, back, and ass. You moan quietly at his movements, waiting for him to enter you. "God, you've become such a filthy whore, Y/N. Costumes, toys, calling me a slut? You are an impeccable woman, sweetheart." He speaks lowly in your ear, his tone a breathy growl.

"It's all for you, Eds. I couldn't do all that for anyone else." You reply, telling him exactly how much he means to you, how you truly enjoy everything you do together.

"Good. Because you...are mine." He says as he takes hold of his length. He moves closer to your entrance, shoving his stiff cock into you on his final words.

"Fuck!" You shout, taken by surprise. He immediately starts hammering into you, grunting directly in your ear. It appears he's had enough of the teasing and wants to get right into it, and you're certainly not complaining. You press your hands into the wall, giving yourself a little bit of leverage. But Eddie quickly snatches them, holding them together behind your back. He presses himself into you even more, trapping you against the wall.

"You're so fuckin' wet, baby. Is this all for me, my sweet girl?" He asks, huffing out the words. He's fucking into you so hard, quickly building you up to a fifth orgasm. You want it so bad, the tip of his dick is brushing your g-spot just right, fast and hard exactly the way you like.

"All for you, Eddie. Only for you." You whimper, savoring the sensation of him ramming into you again and again. You can barely think straight, and you've got absolutely no control over your body. Eddie's got you completely pinned to the tiles, you couldn't keep your balance even if you tried. Your feet barely sit flat on the floor of the shower, and if he backs up even a little bit, you're bound to fall over.

"That's right...you're all mine. Such a good girl for me...taking my cock like a perfect little slut." Eddie groans, nearing his end again already. You've taken him to a whole new place tonight, and he can't help replaying the highlights of what transpired a few minutes ago as he rails your slick cunt. His thrusts start to lose focus, his moans coming out harsher than before against your ear. You can tell he's close, and you're not far behind him.

"Fuck me harder, baby. I wanna feel you cum with me." You beg, your walls beginning to flutter around his aching length. He does as you ask, his hips stinging your ass as he thrusts rougher and faster than before. You feel tears pooling in your eyes from the pleasure, it's almost too much. You let out cries and whimpers beyond your control, sprinkling in an occasional utterance of his name.

"Shit, Y/N. I'm gonna make a mess inside this tight little pussy. Let it all go for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you cum all over my cock...FUCK!" Eddie's stomach tenses, and his pelvis bucks into you hard enough to make your ass sting. His grip on you tightens, and you reach your high as his sticky load spills into you.

"Eddie!" You cry out, your insides clamping down on his length. He groans at the sensation, pushing himself to keep thrusting through your orgasms. Your head falls backwards over Eddie's shoulder, helpless noises tearing themselves from your lungs. Your thighs tremble once again, much more erratic this time around. You feel like you've caught fire from the inside out, and you can't comprehend anything except the intense pleasure coursing through you. You soak Eddie's cock, you can hear your release splashing loudly onto the tiles beneath your feet. His breath hitches at the feeling of you drenching him, his eyes briefly rolling back into his head.

Eddie holds you upright as he becomes still inside you, you've essentially melted into a puddle at this point. He watches as tears roll down your cheeks, your eyes staring widely at the ceiling. Your mouth sits slightly agape, panting heavily. "You okay, angel?" He asks, slowly bringing you back down to earth. You set your head upright, nodding slightly.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You answer, letting him lean your body against his until you can stand up straight. Once your bones solidify again, you both finish up your shower, and clean up your dirty clothes and toys. You put on some pajamas, and cuddle together on the bed. "So, you wanna order some pizza?" You ask, realizing you haven't eaten much at all today.

"Yes, that sounds so fuckin' good right now." Eddie groans, suddenly feeling hungrier than he ever thought possible.

"I'm on it, baby." You say, giving him a light peck before going to the phone. You look up the number for the local pizza place, which is luckily open all night. You place the order, and jump right back into bed once the food is on its way. "All set, love. Happy birthday." You say, settling into Eddie's hold. He squeezes you firmly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I know I said it already, but I think it's worth repeating. Best. Birthday. Ever." He says softly, the two of you humming in contentment as you wait for your dinner.

To be continued...

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