Summary - In which Remus and Sirius quietly ( not really) yearn for the reader
Warnings : none, (delusional Sirius), shy reader I guess
A//N My first Wolfstar fic !
Word count: 1.2k
â I want her so badâ Sirius groans softly watching as you laugh along with Lily and Marlene. Remus who had been reading had promptly stopped as he had watched his boyfriend look at the girl who they had both been crushing on as of late. You were in the same year as them, a beautiful and smart Ravenclaw who just so happened to waltz in the boys life and change them forever.
âIf you keep starting at her sheâll think youâre a creepâ Remus tells his boyfriend
âSheâll think about me !â Sirius gasps, Remus shakes his head at his gasp
â You really need to stopâ
âWhy wonât she look at us â Whines Sirius sitting next down next to Remus who was quick to wrap his arm around his waist and pull him closer.
âDonât know loveâ He plants a kiss on his neck making Sirius shiver.
âDo you think she even knows our namesâ The young Gryffindor pouts.
In all honesty Y/N did know Remus and Sirius, how could she not? The famous group, the marauders. Known for pulling pranks and bringing fun to Hogwarts, it was hard to miss such a group.
Remus and Sirius especially, god were they gorgeous. Remus with his beautiful brown eyes that seemed to be lit by the sun itself, his curly hair that was always curled to perfection, his old soul which was so kind and oh Merlinâs beard was he so smart. The few classes she had with him where she would hear him answer the professors questionâs correctly and even sometimes add even more information made her Ravenclaw heart swoon.
Sirius Black, oh Sirius Black. He captivated everyoneâs heart. His unique grey eyes and long hair, and that smile. That Sirius Black smile. Charming is what he is, suave with his words having anyone flustered and blushing when Sirius would flirt with them. Everyone wanted him or wanted to be him. But only Remus Lupin was lucky enough to have a slice of whatever Sirius was offering but god did he want top give a piece to you.
You the beautiful creature who captured their hearts when Lily walked into the common room that fateful day. You both were working on a project for Potions. Both of them were awestruck by you. Swearing they had never seen someone as beautiful as you. They knew then and there that they wanted you, the question was how?
It seemed like any time that they wanted to see you, you were scurrying away, off to the library, your dorm or somewhere else where they could not reach you.
One time when Sirius was walking with James after heading back from quidditch practice. Then a sudden figure zoomed right past them, it was you. Sirius blinked and he turned to look at you as you left, he wanted to say something but by gods were you quick. As you turned the corner and disappearing from his sight he promptly fell to his knees.
âCome back my love PLE-â
As you had turned the corner, you stopped swearing that you had heard something
âMust of been the windâ you muttered to yourself.
It was not in fact the wind but none other than Sirius Black dramatically on his knees clutching his chest, the other hand reaching out for you.
âMate get up this is embarrassingâ James muttered
Truth is- youâre painfully shy. Having a crush on Remus Lupin and Sirius Black the it couple right next to Lily and James was painful, for so many reasons. One being the most obvious, theyâre both together and you were no home wrecker. Two you could not imagine even being friends with them. They were so different from you, in a good way.
While you were more quiet and reserved, staying in your dorm to read and study. You enjoyed your me time more than anything. Parties at Hogwarts were something you rarely attended, given the fact that you didnât drink or dance. The few times you did go was because a friendâs or Lily had dragged you. You would see both boys at these parties and they were the life of the party there was no way they would look over at you and want you, at least thatâs what youâve told yourself thus far.
It was far from the truth. Remus and Sirius both yearned for you silently or at least remus did, Sirisu was alwasy loud about those he cared about.
But enough was enough, both of them decided that they were going to get your attention one way or another.
As you exited you class, you sighed as you slinged your bag on your shoulder, the bag was heavy a reminder of all the homework you had to do.
"Ok I finish reading chapters one through twenty and then I can start my essay and give my self enough time-" you muttered to yourself but promptly stopped as your eyes landed on two figures. Remus and Sirius. Quickly and without blinking you turned your heel and began to walk the other way.
"No wait- hold on love" you heard Sirius voice as he catched up to you, now this is the one time you cursed Sirius and Remus's great hieght becasue with a couple of strides they had already caught up to you.
"Dove please" Remus said almost pleadingly. The nickname made you stop walking. The boys both next to you.
"Merlin's beard, your worse than a snitch, I don't even think James would be able to catch you" Sirius huffed in light laughter, Remus smiled soflty.
"We've been looking for you " said Remus
"You have?" you responed in a quiet voice
"yes love, for what feels like an eternity-"
"two months" Remus corrected
"felt like forver to me" huffed Sirius his lips almost pouting
"what for?" you ask
"well we wanted to ask you something actually" Remus started
"We want you so bad" blurted Sirius, now that made you completely freeze up.
"Sirius we said we were going slow" hissed Remus, swatting his partner gently on the shoulder.
"I can't- this will not be a slow burn love, I will not allow it" He shakes his head before grabbing your hand.
"Love, please we've been going crazy without you, you drive us insane and we want you in all ways possible, please let us treat you right, we won't ever hurt you and your days will be filled with love and passion-"Sirius's love declaration was cut of by his boyfriend.
"Pads you're scaring her" He says as he had been wacthing your reaction and it was all wide eyed and he wore you had stopped breathing for a moment. Sirius quickly shut up, the quickest Remus had ever seen him. After a moment of silence you finally spoke.
"You want me- you both want me ?" you sputtered finally breathing again
"Most ardently" Remus answered. You look between both boys, whom you've had been crushing onf for so long, who you had never ever in your life believed that they would ever look at you in that way but here they were. Sirius basically on his knees begging you to talk and Remus with his beautiful eyes asking, no pleading for a positive response. You drew in a deep breathe before answering.
"I want you guys too" You confess
"Praise Merlin and David Bowie she said yes Remus!" exclaimed Sirius.
"Yes I heard her love thank you" chuckled Remus who was now looking you fondly. Sirius who was still holding your hand gave it a small squeeze.
"Did you hear how Remus pulled a Mr. Darcy on you "
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Marko: âBaby, why do you only ever wear Dwayneâs top?â
Y/N: âBaby, if I wore your tops it would barely cover my boobsâ
*Paul and Marko confused*
Paul: âYeah we donât see your pointâ
****
Paul: âCome on, sexy, come sit in my lapâ
Y/N: âNo, I would crush youâ
David, pulling you on his lap: âWhat a hell of a way to dieâ
****
Y/N: âMy feet hurtâ
*all the boys pushing and fighting each other to carry you*
*****
*wake up a bit late from an afternoon nap to find the boys resting on your thigh, boobs and tummy*
Y/N: âBut why?â
David: *eyes still closed laying on your stomach* âOur partner is the comfiest and sexiest pillow in the world, forgive us for taking advantage of thatâ
Summary: Carmen is supposed to be perfecting a dessert for the new menu, but all he does is continue to spend his free time eating you out.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact. smut, swearing. thatâs it i think?
Words: 2.5k
hiii this is i guess my first lil one shot iâve ever posted on here. ive gotten back into fanfiction, fully blaming the bear (CARMEN BERZATTO) and you all have inspired me. iâd love some feedback or if you had any requests that i could play on, iâd appreciate it. itâs been a long time since iâve written anything soooo⌠but please enjoy! đđ A;lso, I try not to include too many descriptors but I did write as a plus size reader soooo
Carmen has been insatiable for the past week. But itâs not like youâre complaining.
It wasnât like you werenât aware of Carmenâs oral fixation. Heâs a chef for crying out loud. The guyâs palate could identify every ingredient in a dish after a single bite. He loved the satisfaction of blending unexpected flavors together to create a mouth watering masterpiece. But recently, heâd been struggling with this new project.
It started last week, when Carmen and Sydney decided they needed to change up the menu. Sydney was in charge of the entree and Carmen; the dessert.
He was staying late at work and going in early testing out different flavors and textures. You could tell the stress was getting to him. His curls were wilder than usual from long broad fingers constantly tugging at the gold locks. The bags under his eyes just the slightest bit darker than usual. Not to mention he smelled like a chimney from the increased chain smoking. He just couldnât get the flavor quite right and it was driving him mad.
You mightâve thought to complain or be upset at his sudden change in schedule if it werenât for him practically spending every free moment he had away from The Bear with his head between your legs.
It would be any time of the day. It was insane but so good.
Just this past Monday morning, with the room still dark from the sun not fully rising and the moon not fully setting, you had woken up to the gentle lapping of his wet and persistent tongue on your hardening clit. âO-oh my god,â your voice rasped still heavy from sleep, already sticky thighs immediately spreading as if they had a mind of their own. Carmenâs guttural groan in response filled every corner of the quiet room as he just buried his face deeper into your wetness making sure your moans woke the neighbors before the birds did.
After a toe-curling and eye watering orgasm, he hopped to his feet quickly, and with a sweet kiss to you panting mouth, your drying slick slightly tacky on his lips, he was out the door with a chipper, âThanks, doll, really 'preciate it!â You heard faint mumbling from the hall as he walked farther and farther away. Something about vanilla, citrus, or cacao?
Then there was also a few nights ago when he came home past midnight after a late evening at the restaurant. The smell of old grease and cigarette smoke was still heavy on his clothing. Mixed in with his cologne and the fading smell of your body wash, it was all Carmy.
You smiled at him lazily from your spot on the couch, eyelids heavy with the whites tinged a bit pink. The TV set a gentle blue hue to the living room and made your skin glow. The sweet spicy smell of weed still lingered in the air. Your pipe and shared lighter at home on the coffee table next to his extra crumpled pack of cigarettes.
He stood leaning against the doorway, thick brows furrowed and muscular tanned arms crossed. He stared at you silently, icy blues slowly being overtaken with blackness. You felt his piercing gaze trail from your hair pulled up into a messy bun, down to the stretched fabric of an old white t-shirt of his. Gorgeous.
His shirts are smaller on you than on himself. He loves how your soft biceps are gently hugged by the sleeves while his own bulge stretching the hem in different ways. The give of the fabric across his back is no comparison to the pull of the fabric between your full breasts. While it lay smoothly across his muscled abdomen; on you, small slivers of the soft cotton settle into a soft roll on either side of your ribs and end just slightly over the soft flesh of your round hips. He loves how he can see the little indent of your belly button through the fabric with how his shirts hug you. Always so soft and warm, decadent, just like the perfect dessert.
Carmenâs cloudy gaze lowered to the sight of the bare skin of your lower half. Freshly moisturized pillowy soft legs led up to your naked privates.
You frequently âWinnie the Poohâd itâ at home, as you called it. âIt just canât be good for her to be always covered up, yâknow? Like sheâs gotta breath- Carmen! Stop laughing, Iâm serious!â
His jaw tightened and in just a few short strides across the room, he had you bent over the arm of the couch kneeled behind you with his face just buried into your pink puffy pussy. It couldâve been the weed making you extra sensitive but you both knew your desperate and frenzied responses were purely just because of him.
He gave broad dragged out licks from your swollen clit up to your dripping hole. He pushed his nose into your asshole bringing you closer to breaking with every slurp of his sloppy tongue. His large hands gripped on each meaty ass cheek spreading you onto his face as you squirmed and moaned, practically whining for him. With his face buried in your ass, tongue pushed as deep into your core as he could reach, his stormy eyes rolled back closed as you fucked yourself back onto his tongue. You could feel his hot open mouthed pants on your quivering clit followed by suckling kisses.
With your cunt speared onto his wriggling tongue, you felt that deep bundle of nerves explode. That oh so familiar beautiful numbness that only Carmen could gift you burst from your core straight to every nerve ending. With breath held in your chest, you let out a high pitched cry that sounded like his name with your reddened cheeks deep in the couch cushions.
All you could do was collapse over the arm of the couch, limbs feeling like wet overcooked noodles as you watched through half lidded eyes as he licked at his bottom lip, chin shiny under the TVâs glow looking purely debauched. You could only imagine what yourself looked like. With your ass still in the air, Carmyâs old shirt pulled up over your heavy tits, spit slicked holes still on display.
And you watched with your pussy clenching, his finger swiping at the wetness that slid down his neck before popping the digit into his awaiting mouth as he scribbled a couple things on an old piece of mail.
When you looked at his scratchy writing the next morning, you were able to make out a lot of question marks but also cinnamon and mango.
Throughout the week, he had stopped by the apartment for lunch a few times which was new. Heâd usually be at The Bear prepping for dinner but had started bringing you home some lunch saying he needed some inspiration away from the restaurant.
Somehow his 30 minute break would stretch to an hour after heâd have you spread out on the kitchen table practically crying tocum. Your fingers tangled into his soft blonde curls pulling him deeper into your aching cunt. Youâd be looking down at him through hazy vision as his eyes would flutter closed, tongue working relentlessly over your bundle of nerves, just groaning into your heat like youâre the best thing heâs ever tasted. âmm, so good,â youâd feel mumbled into your wet folds.
After you cum, with you splayed out on the table, breasts heaving, nipples still hard and at attention, as you tried to catch your breath, youâd watch him through half lidded eyes as heâd swipe a finger through your still wet pussy. Youâd shudder from the sensitivity. Slack jawed and pupils blown, you watched him suck your juices off from his middle digit with a small âpopâ before smirking down at your fucked out figure. With a kiss to your pouty lips, you watched him practically skip out of the apartment to head back to the restaurant saying something about having a new idea.
Hell, even while at The Bear like right now, heâd have you spread out on his messy desk, papers thrown across the floor. Your legs held wide open by strong rough palms.
You can only imagine just how purely obscene youlooked. How youâd both look if any of the team were to walk in. Theyâd see your legs spread as wide as they could go, a foot on either corner of the desk, freshly painted toes curling in bliss. Your shaky arms behind you trying to hold yourself up from collapsing back on to the cold surface. Your sundress pulled down just enough to expose your bare breasts spilling from your bra.
But it was when you imagined them seeing Carmen like this that made your brain fritz. Seeing their boss absolutely worshipping your hot weeping cunt in the tiny office like a man saying his last prayer.
Carmen sat on the old rickety desk chair in front of you, eating your pussy like it were his last meal. He had one hand holding up the skirt of your dress while also using that same one to tweak at your pebbled nipples. You couldnât help but to be impressed with his multi-tasking. The other hand was gripped tightly on your ass keeping you in place for his hungry mouth. Every time your hips jerked away from the pleasure feeling like too much, a firm swat from his calloused hand was delivered to the fatty flesh.
The thought of getting caught had your head lolling forward to watch Carmen devour your dripping pussy. His eyes were closed and brows pinched in concentration. With every broad swipe of his tongue, you felt your wetness settle into a puddle under your ass on the rigid desk. You couldnât tell if it were your own juices or Carmenâs spit but feeling the slippery fluid under you was enough to make your hips buck forward onto his eager mouth.
âOh my god- Carmen, please,â you didnât know what you were begging for. All you could focus on was Carmen with his broad shoulders keeping your legs widely spread out. His fingers have practically left dents in your waist this week from his constant grip to keep your sloppy pussy against his tongue and lips.
âLeâme taste it, baby. Be a good girl fâ me and cum on my tongue, let me taste it, need to taste you,â Carmen babbled into the crease of your thigh, leaving biting and bruising kisses as his fingers left your ass and nipple to spread your pussy lips wide open to have you on full display for him. Mouths open in a soft âOâ, you and Carmen stared in awe at your red clit swollen above your slick and clenching hole. Both begging to get back the attention of Carmyâs tongue. A high pitched whine escaped the back of your throat as you watch his eyelashes flutter over his flushed cheeks and he places a broad lick from your opening all the way up to your aching clit.
âFuck, you taste so good,â Carmen watched you in awe as your body continued to writhe on the desk. A warm feeling spread in his chest when he noticed you snap your thighs back wide open after a particularly delicious swipe of his tongue made contact with your throbbing clit.
Youâre always such a good girl for him. Staying nice and open for him, presenting your pretty pink pussy on display for him. The sight of you was purely sinful and absolutely mouthwatering.
You couldnât help but to fall back on his desk, the clang of plastic and wood hitting the floor from the spilled cup of writing utensils was lost under the slurping and wet sounds coming from the passionate open-mouthed kisses between Carmen and your pussy lips.
Carmen always knew how to take care of you, knew exactly how to make you come undone for him. And what he needed was for you to cum on his tongue, let your sweet tart nectar coat every single taste bud and have your taste thatâs uniquely you fill all of his senses. Make him drown in it.
âCum on mâ tongue, baby. Please cum fâ me, need you to cum fâ me,â your eyes rolled back hearing him start to beg you for your release. His tongue working in double time quickly switching between plunging deep into your hole to swiveling tight circles around your blood filled clit.
âNeed to taste your cum, baby,â you couldnât stop the high pitched cry that tore its way from the back of your throat hearing the fervent pleas coming from him. Having this beautiful delicious man bringing you to the brink of sweet delirium and begging you to let your cream fill his mouth. With a final deep suck to your bundle of nerves, white hot blinding pleasure shot from your center to every toe and fingertip. Your hips bucked uncontrollably as Carmenâs strong fingers firmly grasped the fat of your ass, holding your twitching and oversensitive clit to his mouth.
Your throat only letting you release whimpers and cries as Carmenâs grip moved to your hips, aiding you in grinding your sopping pussy against his open mouth to ride out your orgasm. Carmen kissed and gently licked at the fluid that leaked to your thighs, not letting a drop go to waste. With orgasm blurry vision that only Carmen can ever give you, you watched him with a lazy grin as he kissed a trail up your body. Starting at the flesh of your thighs, up to your rounded hips, lightly over the plush of your belly, nipping at the tender skin of your sensitive nipples, the soft slope of your neck, then sweetly landing on your bite-swollen lips. As your lips moved together lazily, the taste of your musk still heavy on his tongue, you felt his trained hands fix your clothes, smoothing the fabric over your still trembling thighs and pulling the straps back up your shoulders.
âSuch a good girl fâ me,â he peppered featherlight kisses over your flutting eyelids. âM' muse, baby, m' inspiration.â With tired and heavy limbs, he moved you over to the sunken in couch next to his desk to lay down. With a final kiss to your forehead, Carmen laid his jacket over you as a makeshift blanket. âGet some rest, doll. Iâll bring you something to eat when youâre up.â
You let the gentle brushing of his fingers over your hair and the far away noises of the kitchen lull you into a sweet nap. And when you woke up later, you found a delicious puff pastry filled with oozing cream and berries, drizzled with dark chocolate and caramel, sprinkled with sea salt left on his desk for you. And when you took a bite, you couldnât help but to let the flavors bring you back to memories of kissing Carmen after having his head between your legs.
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Ha sorry the ending wasn't the best. I definitely wrote a good portion of this last year then didn't touch it for months. I've been sitting on this for a while and wanted to get it out. I tried to edit it? But let me know what you think! Also, I have not written smut as an adult (LMAO) and it exhausted me, I'm so sorry :'(
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI - SMUT, PiV sex, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, kissing/making out, cursing, alcohol, mentions of slut shaming and body shaming, creepy dude hitting on the reader
Story Warnings: reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, cursing, substance use mention
Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab.Â
A/N: If I forgot to tag something, please let me know! I'm so sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy. Please consider reblogging if you like it! Thank you for reading! I have absolutely loved this story and I would love to write more for Eddie in the future. Please let me know what kind of things you'd like to see me do next!
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You donât think youâll ever get used to the way your skin sparks when Eddie kisses your shoulder. The warmth from him radiates onto you in a way that just swallows you whole. You feel bumps rise across the span of your skin as you feel his shaky breath. His long curls tickle the back of your neck as he pulls himself closer, resting his chin into the crook of your neck. You love waking up like this.Â
âGâmorning,â he mumbles against your skin, pressing gentle kisses to the spot behind your ear. His large hand slowly glides up and down the curve of your side and heâs completely transfixed by the softness. He massages your side and the coldness of his rings help to wake you up. You can tell heâs been up and dressed this way. He hooks his jean clad leg over yours as you continue to resist waking up and he skillfully pulls you around to face him.
âMorning,â you grumble sleepily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Eddie takes the opportunity to swoop in and kiss your cheek, peppering your face with kisses over and over again until you concede and fully open your eyes.Â
Eddie thinks you look so beautiful in the morning. You try to argue about your hair, or your morning breath, or whatever else to put yourself together first. He doesnât care. He thinks you look cute with your cheek squished up against the pillow and he loves to let you sleep in. He loves how once he gets up, youâll sprawl out and take over the whole bed. He loves how you practically burrow yourself into the blankets but leave one leg out.Â
âItâs almost noon,â he remarks gently, moving your hair back into place for you. âWe still have a few hours before the gig later and Iâd love to spend them with you if youâre up to being awake, princess.âÂ
Itâs been a blissful few months- Eddieâs toothbrush sharing a cup with yours in the bathroom, his sneakers strewn amongst your pile of shoes by the front door, his clothes from the weekend mixed in with your weekly laundry which get added to the drawer in your dresser you let him claim. Most Thursday through Sunday night, heâs crashing with you because your date nights seem to seep into several days.Â
He takes out your trash, because he knows you hate it. He writes dirty limericks on the fog of the mirror after he showers because he knows youâll laugh when you see it. You fake annoyance but he knows you donât actually want him to stop. Eddie will let you braid his hair when youâre bored, and paint his nails. You paint his nails black and he says it looks âmetalâ when you accidentally get some polish on his cuticles.Â
âCâmere,â you mumble, pulling him down next to you, and he gives in. You snuggle against his chest after he settles and you breathe in the smell of smoke that lingers on his shirt. He rubs your back comfortingly, coaxing you awake gently.Â
His hair tickles your cheek when he leans down to kiss your head. You scrunch your face at the sensation and it makes him chuckle.Â
âSo, I gotta meet up with the guys to load the van in a few hours,â he says.Â
âYeah,â you reply, beginning to sit up, âI gotta quickly stop in at work and grab my check. Kenny forgot to sign it. I figured Iâd stop there first, then stop at the bank to cash it before it closes- that way I have some cash for drinks and whatever.â
âNah, donât bother, just put all your stuff on my tab. I was gonna open one for us when Iâm there with the guys for soundcheck.â
âI really donât-â
âNope,â he says, accentuating the âP,â âIâm not one of those deadbeat guys who doesnât pay for his girlâs drinks.â
âFine,â you smile, âbut I still need to get my check and deposit it.â
âDo you want me to go get lunch?â he offers. âI can run out and grab something from Bannyâs for us while you get ready.âÂ
âWith extra fries?â you smile.Â
âAnd cherry coke,â he notes, kissing you on the lips. You smile, and watch as he grabs his denim jacket. He winks at you as he closes the door to your apartment. Youâre beaming from ear to ear at his dopey smile. Itâs sickening. Youâre like a couple from a cheesy rom-com that you never thought was real.Â
Eddieâs waiting at one of the booths waiting for the to-go order when someone interrupts his most recent reread of The Two Towers. Itâs a voice heâd recognize anywhere, he doesnât even need to look up to know who it is.Â
âEddie? Eddie Munson?â
âOh, shit- Chrissy, hey,â he says, placing his book pages down to save his spot. She looks the same, but just a little older, just like him. She looks like how everyone kind of always expected her to turn out. Healthy, successful, glowing, all of the adjectives that would come to mind when people think of Hawkinâs sweetheart Chrissy Cunningham.Â
âWow, you look great,â she compliments. A long time ago, that would have been something Eddie would have collapsed to hear. It felt like a lifetime ago when Eddie would hang onto every word or look she would grace his way. Today? Eddie is just more mildly annoyed that he needs to make small talk with someone from high school. Life is funny like that sometimes.
Eddie can admit, he does look good. Heâs grown into himself a little more since Chrissy last saw him. Heâs more confident these days, having grown into himself. Heâs also found his person. Heâs no longer plagued with his past fears of loneliness and he doesnât fill his time anymore worrying about rejection. Heâs in his prime right now, and he owes it all to you. He recognizes now that he held Chrissy up on this pedestal- but it wasnât really Chrissy. It was this fictional idea that he made up in his head about her. How beneath the surface, she was different, she could see through his walls. She wouldnât care about what other people thought of him. He wanted that movie moment. And he got so much more than that now. Now, all of it to him is much more clear. It was a school crush. Heâs so much happier now.Â
âThanks,â he says, hoping his indifference isnât glaringly obvious. He gets his hopes up the bag on the counter is his, but unfortunately the number called out isnât his. So much for his hope of a quick getaway.Â
âEddie, listen- um, this is kind of crazy but like, I have been hoping to run into you,â she says with a hesitant tone that Eddie has difficulty reading. He worries he did something he forgot about. At the same time, heâs still only half paying attention, watching Benny from the corner of his eye to assess the take-out situation.
âOh?â He asks, dumbly.Â
âYeah, can I sit?â She asks. He gulps, and nods reluctantly, giving up hope of getting back to his book.Â
Sheâs wearing a mom outfit, Eddie notes. It feels odd to say but Eddie doesnât know anything about fashion. Itâs just more mature than the cheer uniform. Slacks and a button down and what he thinks is probably a cashmere sweater. Her hair is shorter. He notices the diamond on her left ring finger, as she toys with it anxiously.Â
âSo, whatâs up?â Eddie asks.
âThis is going to sound ridiculous,â she begins, taking a shaky breath. âUm, I wanted to ask you something.âÂ
âUh, sure,â Eddie says awkwardly, shifting in his seat. How long does it take for two burgers?Â
âIâve been thinking a lot,â she sighs, âAnd I know this is totally coming out of left field and we havenât talked in like years. But, I just wanted to let you know that Iâm engaged. And I canât stop thinking about how I should be happier. I really thought I wanted to be with Jason, and thought Iâd be excitedly planning my wedding but I just keep on having these huge existential what if questions running in my head.â
âIâm not really the right person to be talking about this with- maybe like a thera-âÂ
âIâm just thinking about all those times you were so unbelievably great. I just am realizing I donât want what I actually thought I wanted. I was young and insecure and had this preconceived idea of like what I wanted, or who I should want. And I was terrible to you, and you were just so wonderful. I just really, really regret it. I just keep thinking about you lately. Your own my mind constantly-â
âChrissy, I-â
âAnd I kept thinking if I ever saw you again, I would just be spontaneous and plead for forgiveness. I just wanted you to know that Iâm sorry, and I was so wrong and I realize now how foolish I was. I know this is such a long shot, but if you would ever be willing to maybe try us- you and me. I would break off with Jason for good. Because, Eddie, I was so, so wrong. You are just so incredible, and Iâm so sorry it took me so long to realize.â
âChrissy, Iâm sorry, I really hope you find what you want and you find someone you can be happy with. Either if thatâs Jason or someone else, but itâs not me. I found my person.â
âO-oh.âÂ
âYeah, I am serious Chrissy, I wish you nothing but the best. But, I donât think you and I could have ever worked. Youâre great, but you and I werenât meant to be. Even if in some crazy alternative reality we ended up together, it wouldnât have worked out and I still wouldâve found her. Itâs hard to explain, but once you find it, like really find that one person, you canât even imagine being this happy with someone else. It just doesnât happen more than once.âÂ
âOrder 107.â
âUh, thatâs me,â he says awkwardly, âListen, uh, heâs out there.â He offers her a sympathetic smile and she nods as he gets up and grabs the bag off the counter. Eddie doesnât want to leave her like this, but at the same time he doesnât owe her anything. They havenât seen each other in years, and she couldnât have expected him to wait it out for her to decide she was ready for him.Â
He offers one more friendly wave before he walks out, leaving Chrissy stunned. Probably wondering if she actually just got rejected by Eddie Munson. He canât help but feel a little proud of himself- how far heâs come and how secure he feels now. Had Chrissy pulled that stunt a year ago? He mightâve crumbled and would have missed out the best thing that ever happened to him.Â
He wishes he could go back and tell his past self that heâd actually be the one to reject Chrissy. Heâd know this indescribable happiness, and have the greatest girl in the world back home waiting for him. Running into Chrissy feels like nothing but just a pothole in the road on his drive back to you. He canât wait to tell you, and tease you about what a catch of a boyfriend you have. Most of all, to tell you thank you for showing him that he deserves to be treated so much better.Â
Eddie recounts the whole thing to you over burgers at your little kitchen table. He tells you everything, down to the little details of how he swears it took 2 hours for him to get out of there when in actuality he left and came back in a span of 45 minutes. If it had been another guy, you can see the old you being so worried. Paranoid heâd leave you in a split second for the prettier, skinnier girl. She would be the one he actually wanted, and he had settled for you. But this wasnât any other guy. This was Eddie. Absolutely, head over heels, act like a goofball falling over backwards to prove how much he loves you Eddie.Â
It just felt like listening to him telling a work story. A sequence of events that mildly inconvenienced his day, but in no way affects your real world. You have never felt this secure before. Youâre pretty sure you could leave Eddie in a room with Brooke Shields and Pamela Anderson and Eddie would just show them the polaroid of you he keeps in his wallet.Â
Youâre watching an episode of The A Team together when Eddie reluctantly drags himself away to get ready to go. âI think you should redo your van- I can help you. Paint the whole thing black and then add the red swoop. It would look really cool.âÂ
âIâll get right on that,â he retorts, leaning in to kiss you. âIâll see you tonight?â
âI love you,â you smile, kissing him again.Â
âLove you too,â he replies, flashing one of his signature cheesy grins.Â
You spend way too much time thinking about your outfit. Itâs one of those days when none of your clothes feel right and none of the outfits look as good on as they did in your head. Youâd met all the guys before, but this was the first gig Corroded Coffin has had since you and Eddie had started dating. Youâve seen them rehearse a million times, but this is the first time youâll get to see them in their element.Â
Eddieâs been a nervous wreck. Heâs used to playing dive bars with crowds never bigger than twenty people. This gig is nothing out of the ordinary except that he wants nothing more than to impress you. He knows heâll relax once he sees you. He just wants to show you that you arenât wasting your time with him or something. He knows heâs not like other guys. Heâs blue collar, mechanic by day, wannabe musician by night. He canât give you everything he wants to give you.
He wants to buy you expensive jewelry and pamper you with whatever you want. He wants to give you the world. He knows you donât care about any of that, but it doesnât mean he doesnât still want to spoil you any less. In a weird way, he thinks that by playing well tonight, he can show you that he has a chance- he could make it and really be someone. That it will be worth it if you stick around. He knows itâs foolish. He knows you donât need impressing, but he wants to be impressive.Â
They finish up their first song when he catches you walking in. He think he might pass out- he thinks you had to have done this on purpose. The low top, the short skirt, those fucking sexy tights- youâre legitimately trying to kill him. He fumbles over his words introducing the next song when you blow him a kiss and he notices the red lipstick. His mind is foggy, thinking immediately of what happened the last time you wore lipstick like that. Fuck.Â
He tries his best to remain composed, but his eyes follow you as you venture further into the venue. His breath hikes when he watches the way your chest presses when you lean into the bar to order a drink, and how your skirt hikes ever so slightly. He feels the sweat bead down his temple when he notices your thighs when you sit on one of the nearby barstools. He tries to think of literally anything else to help him calm down as he discreetly uses his guitar to hide the reaction he has to watching you bite into the cherry that came with your drink, completely clueless that your lips wrapping around it had any sort of implication. Heâs just entirely turned on and he thinks anything you do is insanely sexy.Â
You notice Eddie is looking a little shaken, and you just assume heâs nervous. It never even dawns on you that this is something youâre doing to him inadvertently. Youâre feeling so out of your comfort zone in this outfit you threw together. Youâre too busy adjusting and fixing your posture to realize Eddie is practically drooling looking at you. You also donât even notice how youâve managed to draw the attention of someone else either.
âHey,â you hear someone say over the music. You turn to face the voice and youâre met with a guy who looks like he wouldâve bullied you in school. This man looks like a former frat boy who never fully grew up. He looks like a jock that wouldâve asked you out on a date as a joke or to win a bet. Your guard immediately goes up, bracing yourself for a snarky comment, and your hard instinctively begins to hover over your drink. You move it to your lap so itâs less obvious you're keeping it covered. He doesnât notice anyways.
âNameâs Dom,â he says over the music. âWhatâs yours? You offer him your name but it looks like he didnât fully catch it. He doesnât ask you to repeat yourself. âCan I buy you a drink?âÂ
âI have one already, but thanks for the offer,â you respond politely before turning your attention back to Eddie. Heâs already got his eyes on you when you look over. You smile, feeling so safe that heâs here.Â
âYou like one of their groupies or something?â The guy asks, annoyed after your rejection. âYou holding out for one of them? Cause Iâm doing you a favor coming over here. Most guys arenât even going to give you a chance.âÂ
âI have a boyfriend,â you reply, pointing to Eddie. He looks pissed. Heâs staring daggers into the guy whoâs approached you. You can see Eddieâs knuckles turning white and the way his eyes flared with possessiveness.Â
âNo offense to him,â the guy scoffs, âbut he doesnât look like he can handle you.âÂ
âLook, I appreciate the offer for the drink, but Iâm just here to watch my boyfriend play. Iâm not interested.âÂ
You hear him mumble an untasteful insult under his breath as he shakes his head and walks away. You arenât that surprised. Of course the insults come flying out the second he doesn't get what he wants. He assumed youâd be an easy score and heâs mad when you donât give in immediately. You watch him walk over back to his group of friends. Just in case, you hand your drink back to the bartender and ask for a new one.Â
Eddieâs fuming. He couldnât hear what was said but he had a pretty good idea about what just went down. Heâs not mad another guy would approach you, like no shit, he has eyes. He knows what you look like. He also knows he trusts you to shoo them away. He couldnât help but still feel a little irrationally possessive. He didnât like the look of that guy, or how he was looking at you, or how what he said was making you clearly uncomfortable.Â
When the set ends, a group of people flock over to the side of the small stage. They offer compliments, ask to buy the band a drink, buy a tape, whatever. You beam with pride, incredibly happy that they are enjoying their success and youâre so happy their talent is getting recognized.Â
You can tell Eddie is being polite, but heâs directing people to talk to the other guys while he squeezes past them to get to you. Itâs a really, really good feeling. He just wants to find you. He strides over to you and youâre a little taken aback by how determined and quick he is to kiss you, but it was very much welcome. He holds your face in his hands and he kisses you like heâs gone weeks without you.Â
You sigh happily, and part your lips for him. You feel him step between your legs and he moves his hands to rest on your thighs. It feels electric. You feel your entire body heat at the sensation. You can feel him pressing up against you now, straining against his jeans. He rubs your legs slowly as he slows down his kiss, making it a little more sensual. You love the feeling of his hands caressing you, that you donât notice until Eddie mumbles an embarrassed yet still aroused so he doesnât really care âfuckâ when he realizes his rings accidentally ripped your tights. He pulls away so you can look at what he did.Â
It wasnât a big deal, it was just a couple of runs that made some holes in the thighs of your tights. They were fishnets so it was inevitable. It wasnât a big deal. While you look, Eddie is staring so intently at you, his chest rising rapidly as he pants to catch his breath. Pulling away was worse, he realized. He was witness to everything now- your messy hair, your swollen lips, the new holes in your tights⌠He couldnât bear it anymore.Â
âLetâs go,â he says, eyes pouring into yours so intensely, and it makes you melt like putty in his hands. You couldnât care less where he was taking you with his hand wrapped securely around your waist as he guided you out the side door. You donât notice how he looks back and flips off the guy who approached you as he holds open the door for you. When the door closes behind him, his hands are both on your waist again, pulling you flush against his body.Â
He leans down to kiss your neck and his hands run up and down your sides, palms running along the contour of your curves. âMine,â he mumbles against your skin before biting down on the sensitive skin, sure to leave a mark. âAll mine,â he murmurs as his hands squeeze your ass. You gasp, surprised at his sudden expression of PDA. You canât find it in you to care that you're in the alley beside the bar, all you can think about Eddieâs hands, and the way his rings are leaving goosebumps on your skin as he rubs your back from underneath your shirt.Â
He loves the little sounds you make when you react to his touch. It makes his chest swell knowing heâs the one that makes you feel good, heâs the one who gets to touch you like this. It makes him more daring.Â
âE-Eddie,â you shiver, a mixed reaction to his touch and also the nights cool air when it hits your skin.Â
âCâmon,â he mumbles into the crook of your neck as he gently pulls you towards his van. With one swift kick in the right spot, the back door swings open for him so he doesnât even need to take his hands off of you.Â
âThe guys will be in there turning their livers yellow for hours,â he jokes. âMâlady.â He gestures for you to climb into the back of his van. You roll your eyes, but happily oblige. He shamelessly checks out your ass as you crawl in, noticing the black panties poking out from under your skirt. Closing the door behind him, he runs his hands up the back of your thighs and you moan at the feeling. It was absolutely filthy.Â
You feel his large hands take their time admiring your skin and you can feel his eyes burning into you as he stares at how youâre splayed out in front of him. Heâs devilishly grinning as he flips up your skirt. As his hands massage the skin of your ass, you feel a snag on your tights and they tear directly across the top of your underwear.Â
âOops,â he says, not even attempting to be convincing. You can hear the smile heâs sporting as your jaw drops in shock that one, Eddie tore your tights and most likely is going to tear your underwear and two, you really fucking liked it.Â
âFuck, look at you,â he marvels, admiring his handy work and you hear him fumble with the buckle of his belt. You press back into him impatiently and Eddie lets out a deep groan. You can feel how hard he is against his boxers and you bite your lip with anticipation.Â
âPlease,â you whine, desperate for him. Itâs at this moment, Eddie has a fleeting thought that he wishes he could somehow take a mental image of this and show the version of him that almost didnât show up to the lab that first day. How all the fucking torment and isolation in a weird way feels like some sort of trial he had to overcome to get you. A year ago, he was sitting alone in his room getting off and getting high to avoid the feelings of loneliness and now heâs got the sexiest woman heâs ever seen pressing herself against him begging for him to fuck her. Funny how things work out sometimes. And in Eddieâs case, about damn time.Â
You feel the weight of his rings dig into your skin as his fingers pull your panties to the side. You moan involuntarily when you feel his long fingers slide into your folds, and you swear you hear him marveling at the sensation of you. Itâs like this hasnât happened dozens of times before- itâs like the first time over and over again.Â
Itâs not until you feel like putty from your first orgasm does Eddie even think about fucking you. Itâs when youâre completely blissed out from the way his fingers pulled you apart that he finally gives in to your pleas.
Heâs hands hold your sides, fingertips digging into your love handles. Before Eddie, you wouldâve been self-conscious, but heâs shown you that not only are they okay, theyâre sexy. He loves to hold your sides, and feel your soft skin as he fucks you. He praises and worships every part of you. Everything youâve tried to hide, he naturally gravitates towards, making you feel so overwhelmingly loved.Â
Itâs crazy to think about it this way when what the two of you were doing was downright filthy. Eddie has his jeans tugged halfway down his thighs, sweat gathering at his brow and has you bent over in the back of his van. Youâre making no attempt to stifle your moans and you let your body rocks back into him as he stretches you. Itâs probably the most desperate youâve both been- all the times before have been lighthearted, romantic, lovemaking. This? Definitely not that. But equally as passionate.Â
âFuck, you look so good,â Eddie praises, marveling at the sight of you in front of him. He groans, watching his length pump in and out of your pussy. He bites his lip, his eyes roaming down your back, just taking in the sight of you like this- laid out and completely wrecked for him. âFeel so tight,â he moans.Â
You can hardly talk as his thrusts become more desperate. You feel the all too familiar warmth begin to swell up through you body. You whine almost pathetically, and it encourages Eddie to keep his pace, emboldened with his desire to make your cum again before he finishes. You gasp, his name repeatedly falling from your lips as the sensation takes over your whole body. When your orgasm ripples out, you can feel yourself become shaky, very tired from the sensation.Â
Eddie grip on your tightens and you can tell heâs close. You beg him to finish inside of you, and he swear you hear him almost fumble, entirely overwhelmed with you. He lets his head fall back as he gives into the feeling. He praises you as he finishes, panting how much he loves you, how good you feel. When he pulls out, he bends over and rests his forehead on your back and catches his breath, breathing heavy but still affectionately leaving kisses on your warm skin.Â
âYouâre incredible,â he sighs against your skin. He collapses next to you and pulls you into his side. âFuck,â he exclaims, grinning from ear to ear. He kisses your forehead, stroking your arm affectionately.Â
He kisses you again and helps you to clean up. He sheepishly apologizes for the huge tears in your tights. You tell him not to worry about it. You canât find it in you to care about them even a little bit.Â
He helps you into the passenger seat, and kisses your temple. He leans into your touch when your hands cup his face. âI promise Iâll get this shit loaded up fast,â he promises as he realizes the guys will be getting ready to bring out their equipment soon. âI told them they couldnât bum a ride, I wanted to drive home just us. So, you have me all to yourself,â he teases.Â
âCan I pick the music?â You counter, eyebrow raised. He nods, kissing you again quickly before you watch him disappear back into the club to help the guys load the van. You rest your head on your shoulder, sinking into the seat, knowing you need to rest up for the continuation of tonightâs events when Eddie gets you both back to your place.Â
description: you have a long and tiring day so chris decides to run a bubble bath for the both of you.
your body was aching. literally aching. you were on your feet all day at work and it was much busier than usual. annoying, rude customers, your staff members who make you do all the work, your boss who is incredibly ungrateful and selfish and never shows up. everything always falls on your shoulders and youâre tired. so fucking tired.
the second you get home from work, you drop your purse on the nearest countertop and walk over to your bedroom, slumping yourself over onto the bed next to your boyfriend chris as he laid there watching tiktoks. he immediately pulled his phone away and set it on the nightstand as he noticed you were home and you didnât look happy at all.
âbaby? whatâs wrong?â he immediately slid over to you, his hand finding your back and rubbing it in smooth, slow circles against the fabric of your shirt.
you felt awful. your body ached from head to toe. you turned your head over to look at him as you laid on your stomach, a slight pout on your face. âwork is killinâ me, babe. i canât do it anymore. iâm so tired.â even your voice was tired as you strained to even get those simple words out.
chris didnât like seeing you so upset. he never wanted you hurt, even if that meant having a bad day at work. he was an amazing boyfriend and you were so lucky to have him. you both moved in together 6 months ago and since then, your relationship has been so much more balanced and easy going.
it broke his heart to see you like this. he continued to run his hand up and down your back as he sat next to you on the bed, a frown on his face. âoh my love, mâso sorry. you kick ass everyday and they donât deserve you.â
he always knew what to do and say to make you feel better. your face softened as you hear his words, looking over at him with tired eyes. it's not that you were sleepy tired, you were just simply exhausted from life lately. your self esteem has also not been doing the best lately. all your life you had to deal with being the âplus size girlâ and having to figure out how to be comfortable in your own skin. luckily, chris was an amazing, supportive boyfriend who loved you despite any flaws you claimed to have and made you feel beautiful inside and out. he cherished your body like it was made just for him.
âmissed you.â was all you could manage to speak out, your eyes never leaving his.
âmissed you too, princess. you know what you do deserve? a nice ass bubble bath. you can sit, relax, and unwind. i can start it for you. what do you say?â
his words excited you, your frown immediately disappearing and turning into a small smile. chris was so good to you and even when you felt like you didnât deserve it, he reminded you and showed you that you did. you nodded your head, slowly moving your body so that you could sit right next to him on the bed, your hand immediately finding his. âplease? but only under one condition.â
he took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers together, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. his eyebrow raised up in curiosity as he stared at you when you asked him the question. âwhat is it?â
your cheeks turned a dark shade of pink before you started to speak again. âcan you join me in the bath? please. need a massage too.â you donât know why you got nervous and flustered when you mentioned things like this. a bubble bath together was an intimate experience, but you didnât have to have sex. you both have had sex before, even if it took you some time to fully feel comfortable with him seeing your body underneath your clothes.
chris worshiped your body and always knew what to do and say to make you feel good and special. like you were the most beautiful girl in the world. he loved every curve, every dimple, every stretch mark. you were his and he was so grateful.
âof course i can, baby. let me get it going for you, okay?â he gave your hand one more squeeze before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your temple. âyou never even have to ask. of course iâd join you and give my girl the most amazing massage of her life.â
your cheeks continued to flush as he spoke, nodding your head as he got up from the bed. âthank you, baby. youâre so good to me.â
he got up off the bed with a grin on his face. before he entered the bathroom that was in your shared bedroom, he flashed you a playful wink which made your stomach twinge with butterflies. you began to pull your clothes off your aching body piece by piece until you were naked. you looked over at the full size mirror once you were fully nude, taking in a deep breath as you scan over your own body. chris loved your body, he fucking worshiped it. you still had to learn to love your body, but with the help of chris and how good he was to you, you were slowly getting there day by day. you grabbed the hair tie from your wrist and threw your hair up into a messy bun. you took one more good look at yourself, scanning over your curvy figure, your perfect breasts, youâre stomach that chris loved to kiss so much. you were coming to terms with the fact that maybe you didnât mind being a plus size woman. maybe it was just part of who you were.
âbabe! all ready!â chris shouted from the bathroom. you immediately pulled away from the mirror to join him. once you stepped inside, your eyes widened in surprise. the light was turned off, but a couple candles were lit and placed by the bathtub that gave just the right amount of light. the bathtub was filled with bubbles. chris stood there, fully naked with a wide grin on his face once he noticed your presence and you taking it all in. âsurprise! all for you, baby.â
you suddenly felt like you were on the brink of tears. no one has ever done anything like this for you before. you always dreamt of having a love like this, but didnât truly know what love was like until you met him and he changed your life for the better. âchris..â you blinked back a couple tears as you started speaking, although you werenât sure what to say. it was safe to say chris had made you speechless. âall of this? for me?â
he let out a soft chuckle and immediately grabbed your naked body to pull you close to him. your bare chests now pressed up against each otherâs. he shook his head at your words, placing his index and middle finger underneath your chin to lift your head up so your eyes can lock together. love and adoration filled his gaze, his other hand resting onto your bare lower back. âfor us, but mainly for you. iâll get in first.â he flashed you a huge grin, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and stepping into the water.
he got himself settled into the bathtub, his back leaning against the tile wall as he looked up at you and motioned for you to come join him. you flashed him a small smile before immediately joining him into the bathtub. the bubbles surrounding your skin and the water was delicately warm and comfortable. you instantly let out a satisfied sigh, your body fitting in between chrisâ legs. your back rest against his chest as you leaned your head back to look up at him with an adoring smile on her face.
âthank you so much, baby. i defintely needed this. and you.â
chris grinned widely, nodding his head at your words. he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, both of your lips lingering against one anotherâs for a moment as he whispered, âanything for my girl. now, let me give you a nice massage, hm?â
you instantly nodded your head, your body comfortably sitting in front of him. your hair was still tucked up on top of your head in the messy bun.
once his hands were on your skin you immediately shudder against his touch. his hands felt amazing. you definitely needed this. your eyes fluttered closed, your head tilting forwards as you your body relaxes to his touch. âthank you baby.â you say softly as you let out a content sigh.
he continues to massage your back before moving his hand down lower to your tailbone, pressing firmly into your tight skin with his thumbs which causes a soft wail to leave your lips at the feeling. you didnât realize how much you needed this until chris brought up the idea. he kneaded your skin with his hands, your head tilted onto your shoulder as he continued his movements. âmm, anything for you, baby.â he pressed a couple kisses to the back of your shoulder, a shudder running down your spine at the feeling of his lips against your skin.
the warm water made you relax, but it was chrisâ touch that made it all so much better. you were incredibly lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend like him who always looked out for you and knew how to treat you and make you feel special.
you stretched out a bit more so that your back was now pressing against his chest as you adjusted your body so you can lay against him. he moved his hand from your back to your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, his fingers dancing along your skin. his hands ran up and down your hips, a soft whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of his skin against your curves. âso fuckinâ curvy, ma. just the way i like it.â he breathed out, his hands squeezing your hips a bit harder, causing another whimper to leave your lips.
he made you feel absolutely beautiful in every way and you felt even more special when his hardened cock pressed up against you as you laid against him. âchris..â you whined out, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. âreally?â you looked back at him with an amused expression on your face. you loved knowing he got turned on so easily by you. just from touching you, kissing you, or simply looking at you, he was a goner.
he let out a soft chuckle, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to run his hands up and down your soapy skin, his hand moving over to your tummy. you felt the most insecure about your stomach; how it always looks bloated and hangs out of your pants, especially when you sat and you had the faintest lines of stretch marks that covered your tummy and hips. he kissed every single inch of you every time he saw you naked, reminding you how beautiful and sexy you were. it always made you so flustered, no matter how often he did it.
âcanât help it, baby. youâre so pretty.â he pressed a couple more kisses to your shoulder, his hand caressing your stomach in smooth, slow circles.
you sighed contently against him as he spread his legs further so you can continue to lay comfortably in between his legs. your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink from his words and from feeling his hardness against you. it always surprised you and made you feel so special when heâd get so easily hard because of you.
âi love you.â you whispered to him as you rested your head onto his chest, looking up at him with a gentle smile on your face.
âand i love you.â he whispered back, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against them.
you both spent a decent amount of time in the bath before you were starting to get chilly and told chris you wanted to lay down and cuddle with him to relax and maybe watch some movies before you went to bed for the night.
when you got out of the bath, you grabbed a towel and walked over to the bedroom. chris cleaned up the bathroom and blew out the candles before walking back into your bedroom.
chris saw you getting changed into your pajamas, your shorts already on your body and when you were about to put on your shirt, chris wrapped his arms around you from behind and grabbed the shorts from your hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder. his hands rested on your stomach, his hardened cock was pressing up against your ass which caused you to let out a soft gasp.
âwho said you were allowed to put on clothes, hm? no sense in puttin' them on when theyâre comin' right off anyway.â
a/n: thank you for reading! iâm not sure how i feel about this one, but iâve been writing it for a couple days and just wanted to finish it so i can post it. if you have any ideas for me that you want me to write about, or just wanna talk, you can send me a message!
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rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. let people sent an ask with the title that intrigues them the most, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.
I was tagged by @vgilantee ! Ahh, thanks so much for tagging me đĽ°đđť I absolutely love these things. I have like⌠95 drafts so, I have a lot thatâs in the works⌠but so many Iâve given up on, etc. that Iâm just gonna put the ones Iâm currently working on.
Trials & Triumphs [Chapter 4: Strength United]
The Long Road [Chapter 2: ____] (I havenât picked a title yet)
Heiress of Gotham [Chapter 7: Uncharted Territory]
The Family Name [Chapter Two: Revelations]
The Missing Title [Chapter 3: Fate Rewritten]
What A Waste (Simon Ghost Riley x Reader)
Untitled (Johnny Soap MacTavish x PlusSize!Reader)
The Omega Pack Plan (Poly!Taskforce141 x Omega!Reader)
Pairing: (Eventually) Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader
Summary: Endowed with the Infinity Stones, Reader is racing against time to save the universe with the help of MCU heroâs they meet along the way.Â
Chapter Summary: Reader makes a tough decision that changes not only their life, but the universe.Â
Warnings: angst, Suicidal Ideation (and plans), mild(?) Torture, kidnapping, medical equipment use (tube inserted in body),Â
Word Count: 2.6k
a/n - Ahhhhh this has been a long time coming for me. I started this story a year and a half ago when I was in a very dark place. Thankfully with much deserved self reflection and support I am ready to come back to this story. Now, with the help of some of the BEST beta readers Iâve had the pleasure to meet, the first chapter of this series is ready for your enjoyment. ^.^
 p.s I envisioned the reader as plus size and black (cause thatâs meee) but it can be read regardless.
Big thanks and love to my beta readers: @srhwhoâ @beating-a-dead-plotâ @the-singular-peepâ @who-you-gonna-messageâ
Itâs all gone.Â
Iâve finally finished selling all my things, and an empty apartment lies before me. A ghost of what it used to be, really. From furniture, appliances, wall art and throw blankets, down to the Marvel comics and movies I never finished. Given away. I had thought to keep everything the way it was when I left but I know the money Iâve saved can go to a good cause.
The tub is warm and soothing, water nearly spilling out but stays bubbled around the edge as I slip deeper into it. The smell of my last Christmas candle lingers in the air and, if it werenât for the bottle of pills on the toilet seat cover next to me, I mightâve said this was a pleasant experience. As I stare at them, I canât help but think how long it would take, would it hurt, should I have picked another way? Â
Itâs okay, this is what I want. Right? I promised myself if I did everything I could and nothing worked, this could be it.Â
A glimmer catches my eye and I turn to see the last thing I own, a photo. A photo of the only thing I wanted to see before I go, my friends. The ones that really made me believe things could change. We met by chance but were held together by our love of nerdy things. What would they say about me now?
Tears stream down my face as I grab the photo, wishing it could save me from this. From what Iâm feeling, what Iâve been through, what Iâm about to do. I see my smiling face and wonder what I couldâve done to get that back. To feel hope again. I turn the photo over and find my list of reasons to stay alive.Â
10.I deserve good things
9.I want to make a difference
8.Heavy rain and hot chocolate
7.What if they invent space travel after Iâm gone?
6.Eating cheesecake at 3amÂ
5. Sunny days
4. Looking for shooting stars
3. The neighborhood cats
2. Spite
1.Love
I remember all the jokes my friends made when I wrote down the first two. Itâs true though, spite has gotten me so far in life but love feels like healing. It made me appreciate the small, beautiful wonders of the world all of which Iâm leaving behind. Can I really leave all of this behind? I close my eyes and list my reasons like a prayer till my voice goes hoarse.Â
Maybe waiting one day wonât hurt
The door to the bathroom slams shut.Â
Whispers begin to fill the room, creating a cacophony of almost unbearable sound. Dropping the photo to cover my ears does nothing to drown out the voices, all of which are too quiet to hear more than a word or two.
â...protectâŚâÂ
â...chosenâŚâ
â...chosenâŚâ
â...chosenâŚâ
â...find them...âÂ
The bathroom light blows out and I jump splashing water everywhere as a giant reflection appears in front of me. It looks like moving water. I think for a second then go to touch it, my hand completely passing through.Â
Holy shit
Yanking my hand back I see my fingers tangled in a necklace with 6 gems, each radiating a different color. Why the hell is this so familiar? Before I can inspect anymore, the room begins to shake and the jewelry falls out of my hand into the tub. I grip the edge of the tub and sweep my legs inwards to catch the necklace and quickly put it on.Â
The room goes still.Â
What the hell just happened. I touch the center of my chest, smoothing my fingers over the chain. Rising from the tub, prior motives long forgotten, I towel off and find myself lying in my empty bedroom with my phone plugged into the wall. Â
Search: Real Infinity Stones MCU
As I scroll through the results, mostly containing plastic versions of the stones for sale and Marvel movie ads, nothing resembles any sort of answer.Â
I mean sure Iâm off my rocker a little bit right now, but I know I didnât just imagine that. Infinity Stones!? Iâd heard rumors about Hydra being real, maybe even multiple realities â but this? How am I even holding it!?
BANG BANG BANG
The front door startles me and, as I get up to answer, my stomach tightens. Something doesnât feel right. As I tiptoe towards the door, the banging becomes louder and louder, until Iâm in front of the peephole. No one. Suddenly glass shatters from my bedroom window and footsteps bound towards me. I rush to the kitchen, hoping to find something, but feel a slight pinch on my neck and darkness takes over.
The room I wake to is nothing like my apartment. Cement walls covered in cracks and dirt and grime, the strong smell of bleach and mold hangs in the air. Head pounding, I can feel soreness in my arms and legs. My heavy eyes open to see that Iâm strapped down to a chair, incapacitated. My shirt has been ripped open and a small tube has been hooked up to my chest, connecting to 3 giant machines placed around me that are filled with a blue liquid.Â
âFinally, youâre awake.âÂ
Behind me, in the far right corner, sat a man in a long tattered white coat with a clipboard in his hands. He watches me through his broken glasses as I struggle against the restraints, careful to not move the tubes.Â
âWhat are you doing to me?â I ask weakly.
âOnly saving our asses, now please sit still. I can't get a proper reading on the stones when you move like that,â he replies, crossing the room and opening the door for another man. This one had on all black tactical gear, a gun fastened to his hip, and a black arm patch with a bright red skull and six tentacles. He stays close to the door and crosses his arms.Â
âWho the hell are you? Youâre not doing shit except keeping me hostage with the Hydra reject over there!â
âActually, he was a top asset to Hydra in the days before Thanos.â White coat chuckles, âAnd think of our relationship more as that of Frankenstein and Monster.âÂ
My eyes go wide with fear. âWhat the hell are you doing to me!?âÂ
White Coat stands between two machines and flips a switch, sending me doubling over in pain. Blue liquid from the machines starts seeping through my tube. After a minute, he flips the switch again and begins asking questions,
âHowâs the clarity of your mind right now?â
âCould you feel anything happening with the stones?â
âAre you noticing any hardening in your muscles?âÂ
This guy is insane
I huff leaning up, âJust please tell me what youâre doing to me, I donât know why I have the stones or how to use them. If you want them so bad why havenât you taken them?âÂ
âTrust me darling, we tried,â White Coat says, pointing to my chest. I look down in horror noticing a faint, oval shaped scar around the necklace. âThose stones donât want to be taken.âÂ
Did they fucking cut me open? Iâll kill him I swearâŚwait-
âWhy is it healed so much, I just got here?âÂ
âThe stones healed you, of course. Canât have their protector getting hurt, now can they?â He sounded bitter.
I raise an eyebrow and he steps around the machines with a small metal chair and clipboard and sits in front of me.
âThis last test really messed with your memory, huh? The stones chose you as their protector.âÂ
It hit me like a train. The voices. Most were too quiet to even hear but I know they said this. They must have been trying to tell me, or warn me. But what does âfind themâ mean? Find who? Thereâs no way itâs these guys. Â
âChose me? Why would they have chosen me?â
Tactical Gear turns to me. âTrust me, sweetheart, weâve been trying to figure that out too.â
âOh andâŚyouâve been here a while my dear, about 6 months now?â
â6 months tomorrow, Doc.â Tactical Gear sports a grin as he speaks.
âW-why canât I remember? Have I been asleep?â
Tactical Gear snickers, âYou wish, sweetheart, weâve spent a lot of quality time together. And your memory? Thatâs all Doc.â
âItâs truly the kindest thing we could do for you, this work doesnât happen without some⌠side effectsâÂ
Side effects!? âWhat kind of side effect warrants memory loss? Whatâs going on here!?âÂ
âJesus Christ, Doc just tell them, itâs no fun fucking with them when theyâre like this.âÂ
âI wanted to give them time, but ⌠alright,â White Coat lets out a breath. âI assume you arenât aware of the multiverse, yes?âÂ
âLike in Marvel movies?âÂ
He sighs, âThis is much more complicated than that but yes, and similar to the movies, Thanos is also very real and very much on his way for those stones. He destroyed Hydra looking for them many years ago, and I have no doubt he senses their presence now.â
âMy theory is that, combined with my version of the super soldier serum, the stones will react to your new strength and be our ticket out of here. Youâve been quite stubborn these past few months and have refused to willingly participate in my work so this,â he gestures to the restraints, âis our last resort.â
"You're seriously making me...what, like a super soldier? Like Captain America? I could literally die!"Â
â Do not worry my dear, you will be my greatest creation! You are going to lead Hydra into a new age across the timelines.â
âThe only thing Iâm going to lead is my foot up your ass, now let me go!â
White Coat only shakes his head before getting up and walking back around the machines. He looks as if he is going to mess with the machines again but decides against it, instead walking towards the door.Â
âTake them back to their room, weâll pick up tomorrow.âÂ
Tactical Gear pushes off the wall and unties my arm restraints. âNow donât get feisty, wouldnât wanna have to hurt you.âÂ
He smiles.Â
Dick.
Feeling comes back to my legs as he takes the straps off and lifts me up bridal style out of the room. He walks down a long blue lit hallway, avoiding the stripped wires hanging from the ceiling. If I had the strength in my legs Iâd run, but⌠where would I even go? I donât know where I am or how far I am from civilization. The room Iâm taken to is bland to say the least. Four more cracked cement walls, a chair, and a bed that Tactical Gear throws me unceremoniously on. He turns and walks out, locking the door behind him.
A sob escapes my mouth as I turn over and clutch my legs to my chest. None of this should have happened. I know what I shouldâve done, and now I'm here. I pay no attention to the necklace as I run my fingers over the scar â itâs healed but will most likely never go away. A familiar feeling begins to rise.Â
After everything Iâve been through, THIS is where I end up? These stones saved my life and now Iâm stuck with fucking Dr. Jekyll and Hyde? No.Fucking.Way. Iâm getting out of here even if itâs the last thing I do.Â
This is how most nights go now. Wake up, a breakfast of toast and expired fruit, and then continuous torture. Like cattle being raised for slaughter, only Iâd be the one doing the slaughtering eventually. I can feel what the serum is doing to me, Iâve bulked up to the point Tactical Gear has a hand on his gun whenever Iâm in the room. It would be an ego boost if it wasnât so damn terrifying, especially since the man looks like heâs itching to pull the trigger!
 Itâs been 3 weeks and I havenât even thought of using the stones. My captors are less than thrilled, but I know Marvel like the back of my hand and, if they think super soldier serum will trigger these stones, yeah right. I just need to buy enough time to figure out where I am and how to leave. They havenât said anything about it, but I know thatâs what comes next. Brainwashing. Itâs the only way theyâll ever get me to use the stones for them.Â
I can hear footsteps through the thick concrete as Tactical Gear approaches, a new perk of the serum. He opens the door and gestures to walk out, hand readily on his gun. I slip past him and make my way to the room â there arenât any exit doors in the hallway so he lets me by. I learned that my first week. I take a seat and allow him to strap my arms and legs to the chair. He begins inserting the tube and I reflexively wince as he purposefully pushes it too hard.Â
âIâm hoping this test will be our final and all 3 of us can continue my work somewhere else,â White Coat says, not looking up from his clipboard.Â
âWait- you mean this is it? What if it doesnât work.â My heart races as I think of the consequences of not using these stones.
â Well, youâll finally be done with the serum today, so training should be next.â
Sure. âTrainingâ. I knew it.Â
Looking down again, I feel a wave of nausea come over me. I had to get out of here and fast. Should I use the stones? Are they even in my control? I close my eyes and begin pleading with them.
Please, please, take away my tube and get me out of here!Â
I wait a moment before opening my eyes and seeing everything still as it was.
âGet ready, dear, try to concentrate on a portal out of here!âÂ
And away from you
As he begins flipping switches again, the blue liquid crawls back towards me, and I canât help but continue to plead with the stones as pain shoots through me.Â
Please get me out of here
Please get me out of here
Please get me out of here
Swoosh
A bright light blinds me as the left wall collapses in on itself and is replaced by a smokey blue portal. White coat cheers and begins fiddling with the machines again while Tactical Gear steps over to me and starts untying me from the chair. After unraveling all the restraints, he roughly yanks me up from my chair and pulls the tube from my side. I cringe, expecting pain but as I look where the tube is I already see a scar forming on my side. Another new perk of the serum Iâm sure.Â
 He turns back around to grab a duffle bag hidden from behind a machine and I know this is the only chance Iâll get to escape. I leap over two giant bundles of wires to get out of his reach and dive towards the portal.Â
âStop them!â
I canât tell whoâs yelling but itâs the least of my worries as I pass through the portal and crash onto cement. Scrambling up I turn to see White Coat and Tactical Gear bounding towards me. Running through what I now see is an alley, I turn the corner onto the sidewalk and immediately crash into someone.
âOh my god, please you have to help! These guys are cha-â
My eyes look up to meet large white lenses with black rims sewn into a red and blue suit, an all too familiar sight.Â
âWoah woah itâs okay! Iâm Spider-man, I can help!â
Good Girl Under the Tree (Bucky Barnes x Reader) MoxMas Day 10
Warning: 18+, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm, language, pet name: good girl
Word Count: 1,259
Pairing: beefy!Bucky x Reader
Summary: You and Bucky fuck under the tree, thatâs it
Prompt: Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean.
A/N: these are getting shorter and less detailed, I apologize!!! Reader is plus size but I donât think I described it enough to say they are. As always, crossposted on moongoddessmox! Let me know what you think <3
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You werenât sure how you got here; the last thing you remembered you were putting presents under the tree and fixing the large red tree skirt. Now you were moaning and panting under the lit branches of the tree, presents pressed against your head and tree skirt in a folded mess beneath your back.
âFuck,â you moaned softly, out of breath. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you pressed your shoulders against the floor, sliding on the tree skirt, trying to gain some semblance of composure. Bucky had your love handles squished tightly in his hands, holding your hips in place as his head sat between your thighs. Your thick thighs were pressed against his cheeks, no matter how wide you opened them. His tongue was dancing across your slit as if it was the finale of a ballet in which he had to impress some big-name talent scout in the crowd.
Bucky was devouring you, licking, sucking, and nibbling like he was starved for days and this was his first meal. His tongue laid flat, licking up your slit from your vagina to clit like he was catching drips of ice cream along the side of the cone. He looked up at you through his lashes, his dark eyebrows hooded them slightly as his eyes sparked with lust and joy.
He loved seeing you like this, all twisted in pleasure and unable to stay still. Your voluptuous body naked and exposed, his hands gripping at your chubbiness, feeling your soft skin in his palms like putty. You managed to look at him, reaching out and gripping his long hair. He had it pulled back into a bun but the events of the night had caused some to fall out and frame his face.
Bucky didnât stop his pace as he sucked on your clit, pulling it gently into his warm mouth then releasing it and licking the spot to soothe it. His eyes stayed on you, he wanted to see your face as you reached your orgasm. You couldnât hold your gaze on him as he squeezed tighter on your sides.
He dove deeper, smashing his face into your core until he couldnât breathe, still not breaking his gaze on your face. You tightened your thighs, squeezing them against his head as he brought you to orgasm.
âFuck! James!â you screamed out, grinding your hips against him as he lapped up every drop of your gushing core. Bucky smiled against you at the sound of his name, something about hearing you say âJamesâ instead of Bucky brought him joy. He knew that meant you were in complete and utter bliss. Bucky only came up for air when your breathing started to calm, bringing his mouth to chew on your thighs until you could open your eyes and watch him.
Bucky brought himself to meet you face to face, the bottom branches of the tree scraping against his back as he hovered above you. He kissed your forehead softly and you melted at his touch. He was so gentle and loving, he could fuck you all day and eat you out like a starved animal but heâd still be so soft with you, kissing and caressing your skin, kneading your hips, thighs, stomach, and breasts. He loved taking care of you, you were his good girl.
Bucky shimmied out of his boxers and pressed his tip against your entrance. His beefy body pressed lightly against yours as he watched your face, waiting for the consent he needed. He always waited, always needing confirmation no matter what. He was so in love and didnât want to do anything you didnât want to do. Bucky dragged his thumb across your cheek, kissing your lips softly.
âIs this okay, baby?â he asked in a whisper. You brushed his long hair out of his face and pulled him into another kiss. He tasted sweet, a combination of yourself and citrus lip balm he collected from your lips. You ran your hands down his body, it was very large and muscular and fit with yours perfectly. His metal arm was always cold but you liked it, it grounded you when you got overstimulated.
âYes, Buck, pleaseâŚâyou whispered out a beg. His blue eyes met yours as he shoved himself inside of you. His cock filled you up perfectly and you moaned, relaxing your head onto the floor. The feeling was intense, his thick girth stretched your walls and his shaft reached all the way inside of you. You melted onto his cock as he pushed all the way in until his balls were pressed against your skin. His name fell from your lips again, this time in a whimper that made him buckle. Your sweet voice alone could get him to cum. He pulled out then thrust back in, picking up a pace that left goosebumps on your arms.
You wrapped yourself around his body, wanting him to be closer, needing him to be closer. Bucky moaned out, your slick coated his cock and left him desperate for more. He brought his metal hand to your knee and pushed your leg up, opening you up for more access. Your knee was almost hitting the tree above you as you clawed at his back, scraping red marks down his flesh.
âOh, Y/N, you feel so good, baby,â he panted into your neck where he was biting and sucking the skin. You couldnât speak. Only moans fell from your lips as he desperately tried to hold on, not wanting to cum yet. No matter how many times he got to make love to you, you always left him so needy. The moment he felt your walls around him and heard you moan for him, because of him, he was struggling to keep composure.
Bucky kissed your lips, tugging at the flesh and dipping his tongue into your mouth. He engulfed your mouth and fought for dominance, wrestling his tongue with yours. His flesh arm sat on his elbow against the floor next to your head, propping him up and stroking your hair and temple. Buckyâs moans got louder as he neared orgasm, sloppily slamming into your warmth and you dripped around him, already feeling a second wave coming.
âOh baby, youâre such a good girl for me, huh? Youâre my good girl,â Bucky praised. His voice was shaky and drawn out, blue eyes squeezed shut and goosebumps on his neck and shoulders, traveling fast down his arms. You brought your hands to his cheeks and moaned into his mouth, causing him to open his eyes and watch you. You didnât break eye contact as you both came, wanting to see every blissful moment of it. His eyes were full of love and lust as he shot his warm load into your drenched core. You soaked his cock with your second orgasm and felt the electricity buzz through your body.
Bucky pulled out and laid next to you, staring up through the branches of the tree and admiring the lights. Your vision was blurred and it stretched the lights across your vision, beams streaking from each bulb. You hummed as he gently rubbed your thigh, calming the shaking that was still occurring.
âAll I want for Christmas is you, baby,â he whispered, turning his head to look at you. His hair was completely out of the ponytail now and fell wildly around his head. You smiled at him before reaching a hand over and stroking his face.