#ladyfluff

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning: Fluff overload, maybe an OOC Eddie

A/N: I'm sorry @ladyfluff, I had to!

Based on this adorable oneshot, and this classic ballad!

Senior Year, 1984

There he was. At an actual dance. He still couldn't believe it. But he knew it meant a lot for her to be there. All her friends were there, and she had made a big thing about the music and how great it would be. It was no Ozzy or Iron Maiden, but it was tolerable. It made his girl happy.

Yup, you’ve got how it works pretty damned well, my friend!! (Prompts are: Talking Dirty and From Behind, respectively.)

You sit away from the rest of the world as the music swells and envelopes you in a world all your own. It isn’t until the third piece that the being makes his presence known.

“This earthly saint, adored by this devil.” His voice rumbles into your ear. “Little suspecteth the false worshipper; for unstain'd thoughts do seldom dream on evil...”

Flesh raises, body shakes, as slender fingers slip between seats. You move to pull away, but arm is stopped in the hard grip of cold hand. Another hand moves up, into your hair, holds you firm in place. 

“So guiltless she securely gives good cheer and reverend welcome to her princely guest.” His words curl up, burrow into your brain like a drug. “Whose inward ill no outward harm express'd.” 

Your heart slams against chest, ribcage, as if trying to break free. But it’s too late, he captures it in firm grasp. 

“His hand, as proud of such a dignity, smoking with pride, march'd on to make his stand on her bare breast, the heart of all her land...” He squeezes until your nipple peaks, pinches until you moan. “It's your fault. Your own looks betrayed you to me...”

Moan breaks into shudder as sharp fangs pierce flesh and heat flows down neck and thighs both...

I’m not sure what you think, @ladyfluff, but I hope you like it because I loved doing this one and can only hope to have the time to play with this one more later...I’m SO loving this sorta darker, more predatory, Adam, haha! And Adam is quoting William Shakespeare’s The Rape of Lucrece, which, in Only Lovers Left Alive world, may actually have been written by Adam’s friend, Christopher Marlowe.

You could only roll your eyes as your husband went over the rules once again with your brother in law. You stood back with your daughter Daphne who was currently entertaining herself by sucking on her little fist and babbling in your arms. 

“Darling, he knows what to do,” you turned to Thor smiling. “Forgive him, Thor, this is our first time leaving her with someone else.”

You walked over to him as he opened his arms, all too eager to accept his niece. Loki wasn’t all that fond of Thor looking after his daughter, but you insisted that an evening to yourselves was what was needed. Frigga had fallen ill, so she wasn’t able to do so, and Odin had duties of his own to take care of (though he wasn’t exactly on the list on potential babysitters, regardless).  

Thor lifted Daphne up over his head, receiving some small giggles from her that made you smile. Loki did as well, in spite of himself. Your little sprite always had the ability to make anyone’s day. 

“See?” You pointed out. “They’re already getting on so well.”

Thor had been looking forward to spending time with her after being away on earth with the Avengers for so long. He settled her back in his arms and bounced a bit then. A sigh took you away from the sweet scene in front of you, seeing Loki looking at it himself with an unreadable expression on his face.

“I could drop dead right here and she wouldn’t even notice,” he grumbled.

Our sweet little butterball! I always love doing stuff for him ❤️

Sorta set in the Adam’s Family Universe

You rolled out of bed with a groan, being awakened by the sound of a strumming guitar. He’d been at it for the last couple of days now. Ian’s band was planning to play at an underground bar, and he wanted some new music to play after doing covers for quite some time now. 

You loved to hear him play. His music had something about it that just made you feel things that you couldn’t quite explain. Adam’s music was definitely something worth bragging about, but Ian’s had a great effect on you as it made you think of simpler times. You gave the music a chance to pleasantly crawl all over your skin, almost putting you back to sleep even. But then had your ears perk up when you heard your name.

Now curious, you reached for his shirt on the floor and made your way out into the hallway to follow his soft singing. You smiled and closed your eyes for a brief moment like you normally did when enjoying your boyfriend’s music. A warm feeling enveloping you when hearing another mention of your name along with other sweet nothings that are expressed in a melodious way. You just couldn’t believe it; was he really writing something for you?

“I’m hoping she likes it,” 

 You seemed to be getting your answer as Ian suddenly put a stop to his playing to discuss it with who you assumed was one of his bandmates over the phone:

“I know it’s different from what we’re used to playing, but I really wanted to do something for her. I mean, if it wasn’t for her, I don’t think I’d be playing. She’s my inspiration, you know?”

…A maid outfit?? I…I don’t…know what you’d do with that, haha! Like do you laugh at a dream like that because it’s clearly kinda hilarious for Pine to show up as a maid or do you sorta run with the good ol’ “fuck the maid” trope and get yourself off with it??

Hmmm…Maid!Pine….

“The wild Laing leaves its nest only to feed and to mate and to occasionally find cans of paint.”

I love this line/description…can I use it at some point? Because it’s perfect, @ladyfluff.