Seriously. I mean it. Because inevitably you will love something that no one else loves. Or you will love something that everyone loves and people will shit all over it because it’s “so trite and unimaginative and done.” Or you will love something that no one else has ever heard of. Or you will love something dark and edgy and or obscure and people will roll their eyes and say, “What, do you want people to think you’re dark and edgy and obscure?”
Alternatively, you will not love the thing that everyone else loves, and you will wonder what precisely is wrong with you that the sight of that thing is aggravating the shit out of you now when the whole world sings its praises as one.
People will irritate you. They’ll irritate you with headcanons that make no sense and misinterpretations of canon. They will make the same jokes 500 times. They will overwhelm your corner of fandom with something you either are tired of hearing about or don’t care about. They will post art that isn’t theirs. You will meet people who think you are the greatest person ever and bombard you with messages only to wander off when they find someone new or shinier; you will meet people whom you admire and who do not really seem to notice you exist.
So give zero fucks about it. Seriously. Like what you like, blacklist what you need to blacklist, and ignore everything else. Be friends, play nice, enjoy it. And in the meantime, just do you. Like what you like, love what you love, and to hell with all the rest of it.
Content warning: mxfxf threesome, bisexual reader, fingering, male masturbation, oral (2x f receiving), squirting, p in v unprotected sex, absolute filth
Part I
You and Eddie had decided that for this one time thing, you'd do it in a hotel. No strings, nothing personal, just first names and nakedness. You'd expressed concerns and insecurities to Eddie about introducing someone else into the bedroom, and it had been agreed that Eddie would not touch the other woman; he wasn't interested anyway, he only had eyes for you. He was there to teach and watch and enjoy.
The three of you stumbled into your hotel room, giddy with alcohol and arousal.
Whilst you and Brielle took off your shoes, Eddie pulled the drapes closed, and turned to you. His eyes searched your face, detecting nervousness.
"This will be easier if we start slow." He smiled and pulled off his t-shirt, revealing the broad expanse of muscular chest. He quickly stripped out of his jeans, leaving him in his boxers. You giggled; Eddie was anything but shy. "I'll take a back for now and let you ladies…get better acquainted. That cool?"
"Totally," Brielle smirks, sitting down on the bed. "I'm more into V's than P's anyway, cowboy. But still-" she sneaks a glance at Eddie's tented boxers that did nothing to hide his size. "-congrats on the big dick."
"Ha, thanks, grew it myself." Eddie chuckles, relaxing into the chair. "You good, babe?"
"Uh-huh," you shuffle nervously where you're stood. Brielle smiles and reaches out, taking your hands in hers and gently pulling you onto the bed next to her.
"You ever kissed a girl before, Y/N?" She asks softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You swallow hard, nodding.
"I made out with my friend Robin once-"
"She did, it was hot." Eddie pipes up from the corner. Brielle chuckles.
"Then you're already more experienced than I thought. You wanna kiss me, baby?"
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as your eyes flick to her lips and back up to her eyes. You nod, leaning in.
You close the gap between you and brush your lips against hers. Your heart pounds in your chest, threatening to escape its cage. Brielle lets out a sigh and cups your face in her hands, deepening the kiss.
Brielle's soft mouth tastes like wine and peaches, her teeth grazing your bottom lip. You gasp as she sucks your bottom lip into her mouth, gently biting down. She grazes your lower lip with her teeth again, and you find yourself responding, wanting more. You deepen the kiss, taking in every inch of her, wondering how she could taste so delicious.
"Fuck," you hear Eddie softly groan to himself as Brielle pushes you slowly down into the bed, straddling your waist.
"Any time you wanna stop, just tell me, okay?" She says softly against your lips and you nod, pulling her in for another kiss. Your tongue flicks against hers and she moans, grinding her hips against yours.
"I don't…I need…" you trail off as Brielle moves away from your mouth and starts kissing down your neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. "Fuck, I need us to get naked like, yesterday."
Both Eddie and Brielle laugh at your eagerness. She sits up on top of you and strips off her tiny top, tits bouncing out of their confines. She unbuttons her jeans and shimmies out of them, revealing a white g-string barely covering her pussy. "God, you're hot." You whimper and she giggles.
"Your turn."
"Oh fuck yes," Eddie grins, palming himself though his boxers as Brielle unzips your skirt and you push up your hips so she can slide it off of you to reveal a black lace thong.
Brielle grabs it and pulls it aside to expose your wet cunt.
"Nice," she grins, running her fingers through your slit, making you cry out. She gathers some of your slick on her fingers and brings them to her mouth, sucking on them. "Holy shit, you taste so good."
"Please," you whisper, not even sure what you're asking for. She leans down and pecks your lips sweetly before removing your shirt, humming appreciatively at your tits encaged in more black lace.
"Don't worry baby, I just want to taste this pretty pussy and then I'm all yours to play with." She grins, expertly undoing the front clasp of your bra. Once you'd removed it, she's quick to get her mouth on you, tongue flicking over your stiff nipple while her fingers toy with the other.
You feel Eddie's gaze burning into you and look over at him, boxers now tugged down just below his ass as he slowly strokes his cock.
He catches your eye and winks.
"Feel good, baby?"
"Yesss," you hiss as Brielle starts trailing kisses down your chest and stomach. She mouths over your covered pussy, teasing you with her tongue. "Jesus fucking Christ."
"Tell me if you want me to stop, baby," she says soothingly as you let out an agonizing moan.
"Quick tip, Brielle, she likes licking more than sucking," Eddie smirks, spitting into his hand and lubing up his cock. You and Brielle both look at him, her with an eyebrow cocked and you with half lidded eyes. "As you were."
You softly giggle and Brielle rolls her eyes teasingly. You raise your hips so she can remove your thong, and she cheekily flings it at Eddie, who catches it.
"Can you see how wet I've made your girlfriend, Eddie?" Brielle teases, spreading your legs and leaning to the side so Eddie can get a good eyeful of your glistening cunt. Eddie groans, squeezing the base of his cock. You whimper again, the ache in your pussy bordering on unbearable.
"Fuck yeah," he chokes out. "She looks pretty desperate though, doll. Help her out, why dont'cha?"
"Don't have to tell me twice," she grins and licks at your weeping hole. You cry out, hands clutching at the hotel bedspread. Brielle groans against you. "Fuck, you taste amazing."
"Please…fuck, please," you whine, your eyes flicking to hers. She holds your gaze as she licks slowly from your hole to your swollen clit. Your back arches as she ghosts over your bundle of nerves with her tongue. "Oh my god…"
"Hm? Feel good? Want me to keep licking you right here?" She's teasing you now, a knowing lilt to her voice. You nod eagerly. She rests her forearm over your lower stomach, teasing your hole with her nimble fingers as she finally, finally pays attention to your clit, flicking her tongue over it.
Your moans are loud and unabashed. Brielle was so fucking good at this. Eddie was also good at eating you out, so fucking good, but her techniques, her pace, her rhythm…they were all so different in the best way.
She slides two fingers inside you, not as thick as Eddie's but still filling you nicely, expertly finding your g-spot and rubbing at it.
"Oh god, don't stop, please don't stop," you moan, one hand snaking into her soft hair. She responds by rubbing at your g-spot harder, circling your clit with her pointed tongue. You glance over at Eddie. His chest is heaving as his hand works his cock. "Want you to cum with me, Eds." You breathe and he nods, sweat beading on his forehead.
"I'm right there sweetheart, you just gotta let go, okay? Cum all over her face and then you can return the favour."
"Okay," you pant, your pussy clamping down on Brielle's fingers. She takes you by surprise and sucks on your clit, hard. You throw your head back, tears pricking your eyes as you gasp. "Fuuuck…oh, fuck!"
"Mmm," Brielle hums around your clit as you cum, hard. But she doesn't let up, not easing off as you ride it out. Instead, she presses harder on your lower stomach, fingers still fucking into you.
Eddie grunts, cursing as he cums all over his fist, some of it hitting his stomach as he milks his cock at the sight of you. "Jesus fucking christ…"
"Oh god, oh, oh, oh, god!" You scream out as another orgasm hits you, way more intense than the last one. You feel yourself squirt, and Brielle rubs furiously at your clit, liquid splashing under her fingers. She lets you come down this time, kissing her way up your body until she's at your mouth. She hovers, questioning whether you want to taste yourself. You don't verbally answer, but instead grab her face and pull her to you, your lips finding hers. You moan into her mouth at the taste of yourself. "Your turn, please."
"You sure? I'm happy to just watch him fuck you if you changed your mind, babe."
Finding some confidence for the first time that night, you roll so Brielle is now pinned underneath you.
"Eddie, get over here." You growl, bending down to kiss Brielle again, your fingers finding her nipples as your tongue licks into her mouth. You pull away to mutter "You're gonna tell me how to eat her pussy, then you're gonna fuck me while I do it."
"Yes ma'am," Eddie quickly cleans himself up before situating himself on the end of the bed behind you. He watches as you peel off Brielle's tiny g-string and throw it aside.
"Holy shit," you mutter as you gaze down at Brielle's pussy, bare and shining with arousal. Your mouth waters a little. Your eyes flick up to hers, and she smiles at you.
"Kiss her a little bit more baby, play with her tits, like I do with you," Eddie purrs from behind you, placing soft kisses on the small of your back.
You do so, copying her moves from earlier and kissing up her stomach to her breasts. She runs her fingers through your hair as you kiss her chest, experimentally taking a nipple into your mouth and sucking gently. Her moans spur you on, and you switch to the other nipple, fingers toying with the one now shiny with your saliva.
"You're…you're a natural," Brielle sighs happily. "Sure you've never done this before?"
"Nope," you grin, flicking your tongue over her nipple making her gasp. "Eddie likes his nipples played with though."
"Hey, this isn't about me, baby." Eddie chuckles, giving you a cheek tap on the ass. You and Brielle grin at each other and share another quick kiss, before you move back down her body, settling in between her thighs. "That's a good girl, get nice and comfy. So, you remember how I ate you out the first time, baby? Started by just kissing around and over your pussy? Do you wanna try that?"
"Okay," you nod, running your hands gently over Brielle's smooth thighs, following with your lips. She shivers as you kiss her inner thighs, the smell of her making you dizzy. "You smell so…so fucking good."
Brielle chuckles softly, as does Eddie.
"World's best perfume, baby." He says, fingers teasing your pussy. "Isn't that what I always tell you?"
"Mhm." You mumble, trailing kisses over to her pubic mound, coming close to her clit but never touching it. Brielle whines, swiping her own finger through her arousal, holding her finger to your lips. You tentatively lick softly at it, and immediately envelop her finger in your mouth, desperate to taste more. You release her finger from your mouth with a soft pop. "Fuck…"
"Taste good?" She asks, with a subtle hint of cockiness to her voice. You nod. "More where that came from, baby."
You glance behind you to Eddie, whose eyes are practically black with lust.
"Go on, princess, get a taste. Lick her from here-" you gasp as Eddie's finger finds your hole "-to here-" his finger trails up to your clit, making you squirm. "-keeping your tongue flat, okay? Not too much pressure, but just enough. Find out what she likes."
You do as you're told, and lick along her pussy, her flavor blooming across your tongue. You cant help the groan that escapes you; it actually tasted kinda…really fucking good. Brielle moans, her body jerking from the pleasure of finally having your mouth on her. When you reach her clit you give it an experimental flick with your tongue, grinning to yourself as she moans louder. Eddie's grip on your hips tighten and he grunts. "That's it baby, I think she likes that. Use your tongue on her clit again, try moving it in little circles, just like I do it, yeah?"
With Eddie's words ringing in your ears, you trace little circles around Brielle's clit with your tongue, enjoying the taste and texture of her wetness. Her fingers weave into your hair, gripping and pulling it tightly. You groan against her pussy and her breath hitches.
"Fuck," she breathes out as you tease the entrance of her pussy with your finger. Your eyes flick up to hers, wordlessly asking for permission and she nods. "Please, fuck, Y/N, fill me up."
You obey, slowly sliding a finger in, your own cunt clenching at how warm and tight Brielle felt.
After just one finger you can feel her walls begin to tense around you. She begins bucking her hips, moaning loudly, fingernails digging into your scalp. You take that as approval and push two fingers inside her, pressing them against her g-spot and rubbing, exactly how you taught Eddie to do it to you, your tongue still working her clit.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god, don't stop!" She begs, her voice cracking with pleasure. You feel her growing wetter and tighter around your fingers.
"Jesus Christ," Eddie lets our a guttural groan behind you, and you feel the head of his cock pushing into you, stretching you open deliciously. "Fuck, baby, you're so fuckin' wet. Eating her pussy get you going?"
You moan in response, the vibration making Brielle's hips buck again. Eddie slides into you easily, and stills, letting you keep him warm whilst you continue to work Brielle towards her orgasm.
It's not long before she's babbling and moaning, quite clearly on the edge.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna come, you're gonna make me come baby, shit!"
You feel it when she comes, her pussy clenching around your fingers like a vice, wetness flooding around them and over your tongue. You lap it up, intoxicated by her. Eddie starts to fuck you then.
"Make her come again, princess, she wants more, look at her," he growls and you whimper, eyes fluttering closed as his cock bumps your cervix. Brielle moans loudly as you lick her again, fingers fucking into her harder than before. You send her a cheeky smirk, placing your hand on her lower stomach as she had done to you.
"Oh fuck, you want me to squirt for you?" Brielle laughs breathlessly. "I think I've converted her, Eddie."
"Impossible, she loves this cock too much, don'tcha baby?" Eddie smirks, pairing a particularly deep, delicious thrust with a smack to your ass.
"Yesssss," you moan, clinging onto Brielle as Eddie drives himself deep into you. He fucks you hard, relentlessly, with such force that your thighs shake, feeling an orgasm of your own approaching.
"Hey, don't you dare come until our guest has baby, that's just bad manners. I wanna see you get fucking drenched, hear me?"
You gasp as he ghosts his fingers over your clit, that fucker, but you nod obediently, pressing harder on Brielle's lower stomach. She bites her lip, writhing beneath you as Eddie keeps up the pounding rhythm. She arches her back and groans loudly as her orgasm washes over her.
"Fucking…shit!" She cries, her hips bucking as she comes, and you pull back in shock from her clit as, like you did for her, she squirts, the first spurt splashing over your mouth and trickling across your tongue. Instead of rubbing her clit furiously like she did for you, you watch in awe as she shakes with the force of it, her release soaking your chin, wrist and the bed below you. Her cunt clamps down on your fingers so hard you swear they go numb, but fucking christ was it hot. Your feeling of smugness and pride is quickly fucked out of you by Eddie however, who fucks you even harder than you thought possible.
"You did so fucking good baby, made her come so much, god you looked so fucking hot eating her out, my dirty girl," Eddie grunts, driving his cock deeper into you. "You with us, doll?" He glances at Brielle, who smiles blissfully back at him. "Wanna make her come for us together? She did such a good job after all."
"Hell yeah," Brielle grins, and the two of them flip you onto your back. Eddie slows his thrusts down, ripping your orgasm away from you once more. You cry out in frustration.
"Please!" You whimper, pussy clenching around Eddie's cock. "Need to come, need to come so bad."
"I know baby, just relax, okay? We'll help you out." Eddie grins, spreading your legs wider as Brielle lays down next to you, her fingers sliding down your sweat-drenched body to find your clit as her mouth latches on to your nipple. You're not even forming words now, just moans that might resemble either one of their names. "Fucking Christ Brielle, speed up, she's gonna snap my dick off she's so tight!"
Brielle rolls her eyes, looking up at you with your nipple still in her mouth and gives you a devious smirk as she flicks her tongue over it. She moves her perfectly manicured fingers in faster circles, the tension in your stomach growing and growing until eventually the dam breaks, and you come all over Eddie's cock, harder than you have in a while, and Brielle catches your mouth in a kiss to muffle your screams.
"Jesus Christ-" Eddie pants. "How freaky are we gonna get here, ladies? Cos I'm about to bust and need to know where I-"
"Don't worry, dude, I'm not about the jizz, that's for you two to enjoy," Brielle laughs and licks at your nipples again, making you shudder.
"Inside!" You manage to gasp out, your lips shining with her saliva. "Come inside Eds, please…oh fuck, I'm gonna come again-!"
"Yeah, yeah, okay, come with me baby, cream on my cock as I fill this sweet pussy up, shit-!" Eddie slams his cock deep inside you one final time, hot and thick ropes of his come filling you as you come again, almost sobbing from the pleasure, keeping him buried inside you as you ride out the waves.
The room falls silent, only the sounds of yours and Eddie's heavy breathing penetrating the air. He's collapsed on top of you, the two of you sharing a kiss so deep you barely notice Brielle untangling herself from you and moving to get dressed.
"You're not staying?" You ask softly, as Eddie rests his head on your chest and you rake your fingers through his hair.
Brielle smiles, laughing a little as she shimmies into her jeans.
"As amazing as that was, babe, this was a one and done deal. But if its any consolation, you're so hot I almost considered sabotaging your relationship so I could have you all to myself."
"Thanks for not doing that," Eddie mumbles sleepily, his eyes still closed. "I'd have been pissed as hell."
"No problem." Brielle chuckles, bending down to kiss you one more time.
"Thank you," you flash her a dopey grin. "I'm glad it was you."
"I'm glad it was me, too." Another peck to your lips and a ruffle of Eddie's messy hair and she's gone, leaving you both alone, still tangled up in each other. You think Eddie's fallen asleep sheathed inside you until he speaks.
"So, uh, that was something, huh?"
"It was," you mumble, body still tingling. "Thank you baby."
"Don't thank me yet, princess, I've got another idea you might be interested in."
You raise a brow in question, looking down at him. Eddie shoots you a sheepish grin.
Content warning: mxfxf threesome, mentions of porn, bisexual reader, nothing too spicy happens in this chapter but part 2 is gonna be FILTH
When you first brought it up to Eddie, it didn't go down well.
Well, at least that what you'd thought. Maybe you could timed it better and perhaps not have mentioned to your boyfriend about wanting to be with another woman whilst you and Eddie had been partaking in some anniversary sex foreplay.
It was a special occasion; 5 years together was a huge milestone after all. So you'd prepped Eddie's favourite meal whilst he'd been at work, and headed down to Family Videos not so family friendly section to rent a porno you'd caught him ogling at a couple weeks ago. Nothing fancy, but you had noticed the chick on the front of the cover had the same skin tone and hair colour as you, and your heart melted a little bit at that. Your sweet, horndog of a boyfriend.
Dinner was devoured, and when you produced the tape from your bag Eddie looked like he'd died and gone to heaven. You both sat on the couch, skin practically vibrating with excitement and arousal as the video started, Eddie's lips already on your neck as the tattooed hunk on the screen ate out the chick wearing a leather jacket and nothing else.
"Hmm, I kinda wanna do that," you mumble, leaning into Eddie's touch. He huffs a laugh out against your skin, his breath warm and damp.
"Baby, I worship that sweet pussy of yours, of course we're gonna do that."
"N-no, I mean…I wanna do that. I wanna try it, y'know? You do it so well and apparently love it, I wanna see what all the fuss is about." You gasp, a bolt of arousal shooting straight to your core as the dude on the screen slides his thick fingers inside her pussy, her moans doubling in volume.
Eddie freezes. "Baby?" You ask, immediately panicking. Your gut practically falls out of your ass. Did you upset him? Make him angry?
"You…you wanna be with a woman?"
You nod, cheeks flushing.
"Just once, just to try it, it just…it seems kinda hot, y'know?" The chick on the screen practically screams as her orgasm hits her, and she squirts on the guy's face. You and Eddie both groan in unison. "Fuck." You whimper. "But I'd want you there too, you'd have to…you'd have to teach me."
"Fucking Christ baby, are you shitting me?!" Eddie grunts, hastily unbuckling his belt. You grin, a sense of relief washing over you and you rid yourself of your shirt and pants. Eddie throws off his own shirt to join yours, and your mouths meet in a sudden desperate, hungry kiss. His fingers wander down your body, finding your lace covered pussy and gently rubbing. You shudder, hips bucking to chase his fingers as he moves them back up to his lips pausing momentarily to admire your slick coating his fingere. "You're fucking soaked already baby, you see that? Watching somebody eating pussy turn you on that much?"
You nod, biting your lip. "Thinking about it get you going too, princess? Wanna know what it feels like, what it tastes like?"
"Eddie," you whine and he smirks, catching your bottom lip with his two thick fingers.
"I can give you a little preview, baby, open."
You do as you're told, greedily sucking his fingers, moaning at the taste of yourself on his fingers.
"Don't you worry baby, I'll teach you. I'll teach you so good."
***
"Really babe? I always thought you'd go for a blonde," Eddie grins at you as he follows your eyeline to the beautiful brunette at the bar. "She's cute. Did you talk to her?"
"Not yet," you admit, blushing. "But she's been making eyes at me all night."
Eddie snorts. "Yeah? She checking you out? I can't blame her baby, you look fucking hot tonight."
"You sure you're okay with this?" You frown, taking his hand. He squeezes it back reassuringly.
"Babe, of course. But if you aren't sure, we can go home now, just the two of us. This is your thing, okay? You call the shots."
"Yeah…" you mumble, looking around the bar. It was definitely busier than last time you were here, most likely due to Halloween approaching. Your eyes land on her again, and she sends you a smile. Your cheeks warm.
"Y/N, baby, that girl is into you, okay? Trust me. The way she's looking at you right now? That's exactly how you look when you want a good fuck."
You smile and giggle as he winks at you.
"Guess I should just go talk to her then?"
"Go for it babe, and if it all goes to shit, the bathrooms here are pretty fucking nice, I'll take your mind off of it." Eddie shoots you a cheeky grin and gently pushes you off your seat with his boot.
You grab his arm, pulling him close and planting a soft kiss on his lips.
"Thank you. You're such a good boyfriend."
He chuckles, "Baby, I'm an awesome boyfriend. And a very lucky man. Now go get her, tiger."
You roll your eyes but don't protest as you move towards the gorgeous girl at the bar.
She smiles, the gloss on her full pouty lips glimmering in the dim lighting. "Hey."
"Hi, uh, I'm Y/N." You smile, remembering you were holding your drink and taking a sip of it, mostly for courage but also because your mouth had suddenly gone super dry. "You looked lonely over here so I thought I'd come say hi."
She laughs. "Well, I'm glad you did, Y/N. I'm Brielle."
"Brielle, wow, that's a…a pretty name," you squeak out as she ghosts her hand over yours to reach for her drink.
"Nervous?" She smirks and you nod. "First time picking up a girl in a bar?"
"Is it that obvious?" You ask sheepishly and she giggles. Your pussy clenches at the sound.
"A little, but it's cute. That your boyfriend?" Brielle asks, nodding towards Eddie who is watching your interaction like a fucking hawk. You nod. "What, is it his birthday or something? And he asked for a threesome?"
"Well, uh, no, n-not exactly. It was my idea. I'm…I'm curious. I have no clue what I'm fucking doing but I-I wanna try. Even if it's just once and….he said he'd teach me. How to fuck a woman. How to…how to eat her out and stuff…" You trail off, embarrassed.
Brielle grins and you feel like you're sweating under her gaze."That sounds…pretty hot actually." Brielle nods, placing her free hand on your shoulder and slowly sliding it down your arm. She runs her thumb along your forearm, sending shivers down your spine. "And you look really fucking sexy tonight." Her fingers glide up your thigh until they reach the hem of your skirt, playfully ghosting over your bare thigh.
"Oh god, you're gonna make me lose it, i was trying to be so cool" you whimper, your breathing labored. Brielle chuckles and leans in closer, her warm breath tickling your ear. You're unable to keep from biting your lip. She moves closer to whisper in your ear.
"Would you believe me if I told you that all I've thought about is you between my thighs since the moment I saw you walk through that door?" She purrs and you tremble, feelings your panties grow damp.
"I-I-"
"I think your boyfriend wants to leave, babe, why don't you take me home, hm?" She grins as Eddie walks over.
"Ladies."
"Brielle." She offers her hand out to him. He shakes it. "Want to see who can make your girlfriend cum the most tonight?"
Okay but I woke up and chose violence this morning.
Content warning: injuries, blood, eluding to death but not really, angst i guess????
I had to watch THAT scene again why do I hurt myself like this.
Also I'm a firm believer that Eddie did not die, so...soz.
Just imagine you (Dustin's older sister) and Eddie choose to face the Demobats together, well more like Eddie chooses to go alone once you and Dustin have climbed back up the rope, but you pretty much throw yourself back down practically into Eddie's arms after he's cut the rope.
"No way, sweetheart, are you crazy?!" Eddie stares at you with wide eyes as you cling to him.
"Think I'm gonna leave you, rockstar? No way."
"Y/N, what the shit?!" Dustin's panicked voice rings out from above you. "What are you doing?!"
"Buying you more time!" You yell back, a smile on your face to hide what you're feeling inside - fear and uncertainty.
You hear Dustin's yells and screams for you both as you and Eddie gear up to fight, but you ignore them.
When the bikes are ditched and you both realise the severity of the situation, you draw your weapon.
"Hey, look at me." Eddie says before he draws his own spear. "If you need to run, you run, okay?"
"I'm not leaving you." You say sternly, adjusting your grip on your spear. "I'm with you."
He doesn't say anything, but quickly presses his lips to yours, surprising you. You give him a confident smile and your eyes flick up to the cloud of demobats ahead.
When the creatures notice you both and being to divebomb you, Eddie grabs you and throws you behind him, shielding you from the creatures, his body shaking with the impact of what feels like thousands of these damn things.
Eventually, the bats begin to swarm around you both, leaving you with no choice but to swing at them to protect yourselves.
"COME ON!" Eddie yells, swinging his shield around. He swings it dangerously close to you, knocking a bat away from you. "I got you, baby!"
"My hero!" You yell back, spearing a demobat right in its face before it can attack Eddie.
But, bravado aside, the bats just keep coming, and you and Eddie keep fighting, growing more and more tired, and you become sloppy with your movements.
A searing pain in your side makes you scream out and drop your spear as you fall to the ground. Eddie loses his focus, and a bat wraps its tail around his neck.
"EDDIE!" You scream out, scrambling to your feet, desperate to get to him, but unable to stop as a bat wraps its tail around your arm, throwing you back down to the floor.
Another bat pins your leg down, and you can only watch in horror as they devour Eddie. The sounds of their wings, Eddie's of pain and Dustin's horrified yelling of both your names is the soundtrack to your demise, the bats latching on to whatever part of you they can get a hold of. The pain is searing, blinding.
"Eddie!" You gasp, reaching out for his hand, and in his struggles, he reaches for yours.
Eddie's fingertips brushing yours are the only thing you allow yourself to feel as you slip into unconsciousness, a sense of peace washing over you.
When you wake up, it's still dark, rumbles of thunder and flashes of red lighting overhead. The bats are long gone, only the corpses of the ones you and Eddie massacred are to be seen lying on the ground.
Eddie...
You immediately sit up, your body screaming in agony. You check yourself over, you're bitten to shit, clothes stained in dirt and blood and you feel a little woozy from blood loss, but you're alive.
Eddie.
You turn your head, releasing a shaky breath as you see him lying next to you, motionless.
"No..." you whisper, dragging yourself over to him. He's cold to the touch, covered in blood, some of it dried on his chin and around his beautiful mouth. His eyes are closed. "Eddie?" You shake him gently, your voice quivering with tears. "Eddie, please..."
Nothing.
A sob escapes you, and you place your head on his chest, your fingers lacing into his cold hand. "Eddie...please, don't leave me."
You guys are horrible enablers. I love you for that.
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WARNINGS — 18+ for SMUT. P in V, oral ( m receiving ), neck biting, cursing, RPF in general ( don't like it, scroll by or block me i guess?? ), fingering, dirty talk??, slight breeding kink if you squint, but overall smutty and fluffy. no use y/n, baby is used a lot???
What was supposed to be a small little drabble turned into THIS. Hope you all enjoy this!
word count — 9.4k
graphic by @quinnsmunson !!
Joseph Quinn x female reader
"Why are you not acting normal? Just show it to me already, like, you said it was a good shoot, right?"
"Yes, that's not....." He let out a sigh, "Fuck. I dunno. I'm just....very oddly self conscious all of a sudden." Fiddling with his phone, fingers tapping against it and pacing around the room. "I... I think it's good? But, well, maybe just biased, I dunno. I'm just struck with this almost unnatural desire for you to like it and I'm worried you won't and....my ego will take a hit and...fuck, that's a lot of run on sentences, but.... Yeah, not sure I'd recover from it."
You arched a brow, taking in the words, and of the nervous energy just seeping out of him. "Recover from...me possibly not liking it?"
"Yeah. Insane, isn't it?"
"Well, I mean... Yeah," you responded with a soft smile. "Fucking ridiculous, actually. It's you. Of course I'm gonna like it. Now... Just give me your phone, let me see. Then you won't be nervous and you’ll be normal again."
Joe seemed to relax a bit at that, knowing you were right, he was being silly about the whole thing. Taking a deep breath and handing you his phone, watching as you took it and tapped to play the video. His nerves coming back, the music playing, the queer sound of his own voice introducing himself. It was odd, even now, licking his lips as he watched you, well, watching him.
There was a small smile on your face, seeing your boyfriend on screen, all dressed in purple, a favorite color of yours, the sound of his voice from his phone, the softness endearing, almost soothing. Your smile widened, the little drum solo with the flowers in his hands, not knowing if it was part of the script but it felt so very him. Your brows rose, the video progressing, destroying the bed, the pillows, the—oh god. Your brows are rising higher. Oh, g o d, his neck. You didn't look up at him, instead, played the video again. And again. And again. "Jesus," you let out, dropping the phone onto the bed, looking up at him, to the phone, to him again. ".....good god."
"What? What? What do you—oh god, do you not like it? Oh, don't tell me that, was it cringy? It was, wasn't it? Fucking hell..."
But you shook your head, "Nope, no, not, not cringy, not..." You took a deep breath, looking up at him, eyes raking over him, the video playing over in your head now. Your eyes falling on his neck. "...It's um... I need you to take off your pants."
He burst into a laugh, chocolate colored eyes widened, his face colored in amusement and confusion. "I'm sorry—what?"
"I..." you started, letting out a laugh. "I just... Um... I'm dating a fucking model." He laughed at that, with his whole body, which made you laugh in return. "No, I'm serious! Like... I mean...that video like..... Baby, you're a fucking model! I... That's... Oh my god, do you know how beautiful you are?"
"Oh fuck off—"
"No! No! You fuck off!" you retorted. "That... Dare to be chill, like, oh, fuck you! Fuck you with that! Telling people to chill and then looking like that?! Baby! My love! No one is gonna fucking chill after seeing you like that!"
You're both laughing now, the pair of you, that ball of nerves completely gone from his system, falling into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His heart feels light, everything does, really, when he's with you. An anchor from the madness around him, preventing him from drifting aimlessly. He held you close, and you wrapped your arms around him, legs entangling together as well. "Fuck, I love you," he muttered before kissing the side of your neck. "You promise you're not just saying that?"
"Oh my god, you models are so needy," you teased, moving on top, draping your body against his, gripping his shoulders as you smile down at him. "Always with the constant need of validation."
He hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair, moving it from your face, letting him see more of you. "You knew what you were getting into. Can't be easy having this pretty face. Gotta put the work in if you want bragging rights."
You chuckled, "Good thing I'm a hard working girl," you uttered before slowly bringing your lips to his in a kiss. Soft. Warm. Starting in gentle little pecks, lips brushing against each other before they pressed on each other more. His fingers tightened along your hair, a soft groan as lips parted and the warmth of your tongues met, a hunger between you both. Tasting one another greedily, humming softly. "I wasn't bullshitting you..." you uttered between kisses. "You looked so great, baby... Hot... Sexy... Beautiful. So god damn beautiful, drives me crazy..."
He groaned at that, one hand remaining in your hair while the other roamed down your back, gripping your bum and pressed the hard bulge of his cock against you, "The feeling's very fucking mutual, darling..."
"Fuck..." your voice a hushed whisper, feeling him, sending a shiver to run though you, an ache forming between your legs, growing wet and needy. "Not fair... The man telling people to chill is so quick to lose his..."
A soft huff of a laugh escaped him, smiling against your jaw. "Yeah, well... Rather difficult when you're calling me beautiful and such. Gets to a guy's head, makes it swell up."
"Yeah, I'm feeling that against my thigh really well..." You slid off him slightly however, taking a moment to take him in, the version of him in the video lingering in your head as your fingers trail down his body, his shirt riding up, showing off his stomach, the happy trail that certainly made you happy every time you saw it. But you brush past it, right to the bulge straining against his jeans. Your smile widened, trailing over it, hearing his quickened breath and the soft whine from his throat. If you weren't listening for it, you would have missed it, but you loved that little whine of his. Spreading your palm over it and give a gentle squeeze.
He tilted his head back against the pillow, the soft whine a little louder this time, the squeeze a shock to his system. A surge of pleasure running through him, making his cock twitch underneath your hand. "Jesus..." Your eyes weren't on his aroused bulge, however, but at his face—no, his neck. You raised your lips toward it, and he let out a satisfied sigh at the feel of you, of your mouth brushing against the skin. Your hand rubbing against him, slow and steady, you could feel how his breath quickened, from his chest as it rose and fell. Though you felt it with your lips at his neck, as he swallowed hard, a soft little groan as your hand continued rubbing against him.
"You know what I noticed while watching you?" you asked, looking up to meet his eyes, darkened, almost black, his jaw clenched, a brow raised. "Your neck..."
The smile on his face widened, as did his eyes, a laugh wanting to escape but, fuck, he didn't want to stop you. "My neck?" he simply asked, licking his lips at the thought of your mouth on his neck, the bites, the marks, made him feel hot inside. Cock twitch under your hand, his mind going hazy. "Really?"
You smiled, fingers playing with the button of his jeans, an expert in unbuttoning it with a flick of your fingers as you bent down to give a soft, fluttering kiss along the side of his neck. "You have....a really slutty yet beautiful neck, Joseph Quinn... For Dior..." Both snorting at your words, but it died quickly, with amorous intent, his neck and the things you wanted to do to it filling your mind. Letting your lips linger, your tongue gliding along the skin, hot breath escaping as you find his pulse. Feeling it quicken with your actions, his hand gripping the back of your neck. Fingers entangling themselves in your hair as you suck and bite against a particular spot that...as you pull down the zipper of his jeans, your hand sliding inside and you can feel him more better. He's hard, even through his boxers, he's hard, making you squeeze your thighs together. Still needy, still wet, but as your teeth sink into his flesh with a harder bite and he groans, you set that fact aside.
"Fucking Christ..." he muttered under his breath, the sting of your bite claiming his entire body. Shooting straight to his cock, throbbing against your moving hand. His body helpless but to move against your hand, heart beating fast, hissing at your teeth, catching the flesh of his neck, tugging it, making him growl. "Shit... Love..." His free hand goes to the curve of your bum, squeezing it tightly. You let out a soft sigh, making him shiver, your hot breath fanned against the slick flesh. You moved in, though, sucking where you bit him and your hand on his cock stilled. That made him frustrated, moving, grinding against the stilled hand. A move of desperation, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Moving blindly as he closed his eyes, leaving no mercy on his neck, feeling himself start to sweat. "You're gonna....shit...you're gonna leave a mark, darling..."
"Mmm..." you hummed, the wet sounds of your mouth hitting the air, groaning softly as you sucked steadily, the feel of his pulse so defined, so clear and so quickened against your tongue. "Good," you muttered against him, teeth scraping against him, feeling him shudder. "Want everyone to see, baby..."
A soft huff escaped him, his fingers in your hair tightened as he pulled you from his neck. The sight of your lips slick with spit, swollen slightly, it thrilled him, leaning his head to press against yours, breathing deep. "...want everyone to see I'm yours?" You nodded, and he grinned, fingers scratching at your scalp. "...I am yours..." he uttered, and now it was his breath, hot with the light scent of the cigarette he had not too long ago, fanning against your lips. The desire to kiss him floods you instantly, his dark brown eyes on your lips, having the same desire rise up in him. His words soft, "I'm so fucking yours."
Your smile was warm, lips capturing his in a kiss, soft and sweet. A complete contradiction of what your body wanted. But it came out, as you felt Joseph kiss you back, deep and probing, his tongue, god, his tongue... His grip on your hair tightened, pain coming from the action but a moan escaped you, and he swallowed the sweet sound. "Let me..." you started, panting against his lips. "Let me prove it..." He seemed hesitant, though drawn to you, always so damn drawn to you. You smiled softly, giving a gentle kiss along his jaw. "Please, baby?"
The flash of his teeth was shown in his wide grin, letting his head fall back in defeat. "God, I hate how much I fucking love when you call me baby like that..." He chuckled, shaking his head, "It's so adorable. I can't say no." Though he should, he had a photoshoot in the morning, a smug little smile crossing his features. "You're going to give the makeup department hard work trying to cover your handiwork, love..."
"And you'll be grinning away, because secretly, you love it." You heard him hum as your lips went back to his neck, continuing their work. You could feel the slight vibrations as he moaned, a shiver running through you both. "You like how possessive I can be, don't you, baby? How much I want to show the world you're mine?" Your question punctuated with a bite — harsh and unforgiving, feeling him tense and shiver because of it.
"Fuck, yes... I do, I fucking love it..." He pulled on your hair tighter, a soft moan of your own fanning against his neck, he swallowed hard, felt the throb of his cock. "Do your fucking worst, please..."
There was no need to entice you more, your attention to his neck immediate. The feel of vibrations as his moans came one after another with each drag of your teeth against his skin made the wetness between your legs grow. You can't help it, the sound of him moaning was just so pretty, as well as the sound of his panting breath. The way his body tensed then shook, your tongue lapping against the feel of his pulse that steadily grew quicker, moving to bite his skin fully. Teeth catching a bit of skin, letting out a soft growl as you tugged and pulled, feeling his chest rise and fall as you did it. "Jesus fucking Christ..." his words, under his breath and slightly slurred. You weren't the only one getting drunk off this, truly getting intoxicated by each other.
Hands moved, away from your hair, your bum and toward his jeans. Pushing them down, groaning, letting out a soft whimper. You were making him needy and needed to feel you against his throbbing cock. "Love, please..." He pleaded, and you could feel him swallow, body tensing up, the tension of a rubber band about to snap. You hummed softly, sucking along his flesh. There was a flavor to him, something mixed with sweat, something you couldn't get enough of. He was right, you were going to give those poor girls more work while he sat in the makeup chair... But the thought gave you joy. "Baby... Baby, please..." came his needy whine, your saliva coating his neck at this point, kissing your way to his jaw, eyes meeting him as you smiled. Licking your palm, you made it nice and wet before going to his cock, this time not up for teasing him. The sound of his relieved sigh made you smile.
You love his cock, the way it throbs and pulse within your grasp. Making you squeeze your thighs for the littlest bit of relief. Your hand moving slowly from base to tip, his soft groans making your heart feel light, your eyes catching his neck, the faint markings making their presence known against his skin. You smirked at that, feeling powerful, especially as he started to buck his hips against your hand, essentially fucking himself against it. Your thumb brushing along his tip with a chuckle, moving to kiss his lips gently. "This what you needed, baby?"
"God, yes," he let out with a soft laugh, darkened brown eyes looking at you. A louder laugh coming out, the flash of his teeth in a grin. "Oh, you love making me so desperate for you, don't you?"
You couldn't deny it, not with your smile spreading wide as it did, your hand moving a bit firmer, letting out a soft hum. "It is one of my greatest joys, yeah," teasing him with a chuckle, which he returned with a smile. You took a moment, as this was quite the moment. Stroking his cock, feeling powerful as he looked at you with such darkened eyes... A breath released from you, capturing his lips with a kiss. Soft. Warm. You feel him kiss you back. Hungry. Hot. Wet as tongues meet and you tasted each other, feeling him groan, felt the vibrations of it cascade over you. Filling you with a shiver, shocks of arousal hitting you within your cunt, feeling your body start to heat up and a moan of your own pressed into his mouth. The kiss broke, and you were left with a panting breath and closed eyes, heads pressed together and you felt his hands in your hair. Opening your eyes, you swallowed hard, watching him look at you with that pure look of desire and lust. "You're beautiful, you know?"
He smiled lazily, a soft laugh falling from those smiling lips. "That's...very sweet. No, that's...the sweetest thing I've ever heard from someone stroking my cock so well."
"I'm serious," you say, chuckling, pecking at his lips. "You're really...fucking...beautiful... I'm sorry if I didn't say that before... I always thought so, you know, those big brown chocolate eyes and smile..." He chuckled, making you grin, not sure if he's convinced but it felt good to say. "I'm always floored by it... Seeing you in the Gris Dior video just sort of...put it out in full. Joseph... You honestly take my breath away... Every time..."
If he didn't believe you before, he certainly believed you now. His darkened eyes softened, cupping your face with his warm, rough, big hands, thumbs trailing your cheeks. You were making him feel sentimental, taking a deep breath and exhaling shakily. He felt a warmth that wasn't there before, his confidence in himself, while not dwindling before, certainly gained a bit of a boost. His smile widened, his heart beating against his chest a little stronger, shaking his head. "Then you know how I feel... Waking up and looking at you. I'm really fucking lucky. You mean so much and in...such a short fucking time... Thank you. Not... Not just for the words, though, those were fucking amazing," he chuckled as did you. "But for... For everything. Just...everything."
He kissed you then, and while the previous was filled with lust, and, okay, this kiss had a fair bit of that as well, there was something else. Adoration. Love. His teeth finding your lip and biting it, a soft groan pulled from you before you pulled away from his ivory grip and eyes went to his. "Lay down," you said, and his brows rose. As if in question, but also...knowing exactly what you were going to do. "I've never sucked off a model before... And while I've had your cock in my mouth plenty of times... Never as a model."
God, the excitement that filled him, his cock twitching already in your grasp. "...have I told you I love you?"
You gave him a smirk, kissing his lips with a moan. "You'll be telling me that a couple more times before I'm done with you." And he didn't doubt it, not one second as your kisses continued downward. You did away with his shirt, knowing it probably cost more than your wardrobe combined but tossing it to the ground anyway. Leaving his chest exposed, lips dragging across the flesh, when you got to his stomach, you couldn't help but bite him there. Earning a hiss and a groan from him, while you kissed, licked and tugged on the skin. You love his stomach, more than just for the happy trail, sometimes Joseph would be so self conscious about it, only alleviated by your love of it. Your tender care as you gave gentle nips, turning to less than gentle bites, kissing and squeezing with your hands. Hoping to mark him there as well. Every action he gave a soft little sound, whether an exhale or moan, you earned it, before lifting your eyes to his face looking at you, eyes dark, teeth biting his lip.
You know what he wants, because you want it, too.
With one last tug of his skin, you move lower down his body, between his legs, sitting up a moment to lift your shirt over your head, no bra underneath, causing his cock to twitch once again. His eyes on your breasts, licking his lips. You're beautiful to him, you said he was, but in his eyes... There was no one, not one thing, to match you. He had half a mind to ravage you then and there, but it was as if you could sense it and placed your hands at his hips, with that smile. That wicked smile that got him hard within seconds if you were out together. He gave a resigning smile, laying back, watching as you did away with his jeans, leaving him bare, his cock yours for the taking.
His cock always felt so perfect in your hand, though more than a handful, the girth of him always just a bit towards the intimidating side. Your thumb caressing the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock, and he let out a soft groan, watching as you lowered your lips and ran your tongue from his base, slowly, teasingly towards the swollen head of his cock. "Fuck..." you heard him utter, meeting his eyes as you swirled along his tip, squeezing him gently at his base. There was that flavor to him, that was just so...him. Indescribable but utterly intoxicating. Addicting, as your tongue swiped across his tip, bringing out a shuddering breath from his lips. "Jesus... Love..."
But when you bring your lips to wrap around the tip of his cock, that's when he loses all comprehension. "Oh, God..." When all he can feel is how warm and wet your mouth is, claiming his cock, inch my inch. The vibrations of your moans, the feel of him in your mouth, on his tongue, a pleasant one. The mere thought of that blows his mind a bit. His hand reaching for the back of your head, fingers in your hair as he lets out a hiss, as you're sucking on the tip of him. You could taste the small traces of his pre-cum, spilling on your tongue, just a small taste, a small preview of what you wanted. He's holding onto you tight, his eyes heavily lidded, watching as you lower down, it always surprises him how much of his cock you can take into your sweet mouth... More than most had, more willing than his past girlfriends though they may as well not exist as he rolled his eyes back, feeling the tip of him hit the back of your throat like that. "Oh, that's good... Oh fuck that's good... Jesus."
Every word fills you with pride, making you want to do your best in pleasing him. It was more for you than him, you'll admit. He just... God, he felt so good, making you moan as you take him deep, tightening your mouth around him as you bob your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat. Each time testing your gag reflex, sometimes you do, causing your eyes to water and mouth water. Spit and drool dripping down his length, but the way he panted, muttering your name, it made you squeeze your thighs, slightly rubbing against the mattress. You were wet, heated, needing attention yourself but, again, his cock felt so good.
"God, you're driving me fuckin' insane, baby... Fuck..." He could let you suck his cock for hours, and truthfully, you would. It amazed him how much you loved doing it, then again, he'd do the same to your sweet cunt. "You're my perfect girl, aren't you?" he hissed, closing his eyes, "...god, my perfect, sweet girl... Taking me so... Jesus Christ, you feel so good..." You both feel how pleased his cock is, pulsing, twitching inside your mouth, taking him in and out, over and over until he can't help but start to buck his hips against you. His fingers in your hair pull, keeping you steady as he fucked your mouth like the crazed animal you made him into with your perfect mouth. Making you moan, eyes looking at his face, as he tilted his head back, wanton moans leaving his lips, freely, without abandon, filling your mouth deep. Lost in the way you made him feel.
He looked even more beautiful than before.
Joseph could have easily filled your mouth with a load of his cum, so easily shot down your throat and he knew you would have swallowed so eagerly... But with a growl, he pulled you from his cock, his breath panting, watching with darkened eyes as your lips were swollen and cheeks flushed, wet with tears and spit. "Come here..." he uttered, bringing you toward him, grasping and cupping your face as you two so eagerly kissed. Rolling his tongue into yours, tasting himself off you, both of you moaning, his hands moving down your body, grasping your breasts, pinching your tits a bit, earning a soft cry into his mouth. "You sound so perfect, every god damn sound..." he muttered against your lips, you both sharing a laugh. His hands moving to your hips, gripping them firmly before he rolls you to your back with a soft gasp. Pressing his lips further against your own, moaning into your mouth. Hot and heated, much like he was, you as well.
Your head was swimming, filled with lust with every wet, probing kiss, every roll and feel of his tongue. Every touch he gave onto your skin felt like fire, electricity shooting straight to your core, silently begging for his touch. And he does, because when you're with him like this, it's as if you two share the same mind, his lips kissing yours and his hands slid down your stomach, thick fingers at the waistband of your bottoms, putting to light that of the two, you still had far too many clothes on. A shared grin between you, as his eyes bore into you as he pulled shorts and panties off you, lifting your hips to help him. His eyes flickered from your face to between your legs as your bottoms were tossed away, discarded much like the rest of his clothes.
The smile on his lips smug as you spread your legs for him, and he let out a soft hiss as his hand slid up your thigh, to your slick, wet cunt. Taking in a deep breath, he shook his head in awe. "Fucking hell..." he breathed out, biting his lip as he looked to your face, no hint of a blush, or any sign of embarrassment, just an almost proud smile and that was enough to make him smile. "I've got such a filthy girl, don't I?" he muttered before capturing your lips in a kiss, "Such a pretty," he said between kisses, going to your neck with a groan. "Filthy fucking girl..." Biting into your neck, making you let out a soft cry, the roughness of his fingertips at your clit, rubbing softly.
"Oh, fuck," you let out, the touch of his fingers sending such pleasant waves through your body, not to mention the harsh bites to your neck. Letting out a soft laugh, "Is this payback?"
He smirked, teeth tugging, sucking against your skin. "Just wanna match... If you claim me, I claim you. Just how it works, love." Giving you no time to really accept it, though your smile clearly showed it, his teeth busied themselves, biting into the flesh of your neck. The warmth of his tongue making you pant and moan, your hands gripping his shoulders, his fingers on your clit driving you insane. Normally he would have buried his head between your legs, licked you until you came on his tongue, tasting you for hours... But something about this time made him impatient, and he sensed you felt the same. You were already so wet... Teasing you, tasting you, making you cum first was a need if he had wanted to fill you with his cock. Thicker than your previous boyfriends — something that elated him to no end — but this time, there wasn't quite a need for it. You were ready, and as he sucked at your pulse, he wondered why, and suddenly, it hit him.
You wondered why he chuckled suddenly, hotly against your neck. "God, you're funny," he let out, his voice soft, husky against you. "You're fucking adorable."
Brows furrowed, in the middle of you being hot and bothered, he'd made you confused and you weren't sure if you appreciated that or not. "What're you... I mean... I am, but what are you talk—" And then you felt them, two of his thick fingers sliding inside you. "Fuck..." you breathed, your grip on his shoulders tightened as he bit you harder on your neck, growling, slowly burying those two fingers knuckle deep, curving them just slightly, caressing that spot, that easily sent a shock wave through you, trembling softly and your hand to reach to the back of his neck, just to hold him. "Baby... Baby, right there," though you didn't need to tell him, fingers already pulling in and out of her tight, wet cunt, hitting that perfect spot each time, drawing out a soft moan. "God, yes, that feels so... Shit."
Fuck, he loved the feel of you. Whether with his tongue, fingers, though yes, especially his cock, no matter how much he stretches you with each fuck, you always go back to feeling so tight around him. He could feel that now, the way your walls clench around him, squeezing him and yet moving so fluidly, so easily in and out of your perfect cunt. "You're so fuckin' wet, darling... So fuckin' perfect already... God, you're so ready for me, aren't you, angel? Don't even need a warm up, you’re so ready for my cock." You gave a whimper, you couldn't deny it, he could feel it after all, hear it as he went a little faster, a little harder, making your legs spread further. Making you pant and moan, his cock twitching in the anticipation of having you wrapped around it. Biting your shoulder, affectionately, his eyes like dark fire, kissing his way to your lips, biting them, looking into your eyes. "My darling girl's really that eager to fuck a model, hm? Or have a model fuck her with his hard, fat cock?"
"I..." You closed your eyes, your body involuntarily squirming underneath him, his thumb rubbing against your clit, working with his other fingers as they stilled, deep inside you, rubbing against that part of you, making you lose each thought out of your head, drawing you deeper and closer to that edge already. Him and his hands... Why did he have to be so good with his hands? "Joe..." you said in a whine, feeling absolutely in his mercy. And his fingers. Fuck, his fingers. "Joseph.... I... Yes... Oh my god, yes.. Please...? It feels... Fuck...."
"Should I be jealous?" He asked, his other hand cradling your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lips, slipping between them. "You've never been this wet so fast before you saw this video of me... Do you want a model, instead?"
A groan leaves your lips, though you don't fail to miss the opportunity to take his thumb, biting it lightly before giving it a good suck, eyes melting into his. Watched as he slid it tentatively in and out of your mouth, against your tongue. His fingers in your pussy quickened, making your eyes hazy, squirming underneath him so pathetically. He knew how to touch you, entice you, since the first time you fucked, he was a quick study on your body, a thrill shooting through his body at every moan that left your parted lips. Thumb leaving your mouth, tracing along your lips as he pulled his two fingers from your cunt, sliding to your clit. "Baby..." you let out before a sharp moan with the quickened motions he made on your clit. Causing your hips to twitch, jerk toward them. "Oh, god. Jesus..." You looked so pretty to him, hearing him let out a growl, nipping and biting at your neck as you tilted your head back. "Fuck. Fuck.." His fingers are soft but rough at the same time. You felt like silk underneath his fingertips, his tongue licking over your pulse, sucking deep soon enough. "Oh, fuck, I want you..."
He let out a hum, mirroring your previous actions, biting into the flesh of your neck and tugged on it. Though he did it a bit harder, a sharp pain traveled through you, making him feel the pulse of your clit against his fingers. Kissing tenderly towards your ear, his panting breath felt, making you shiver. "You want to fuck a model, my darling girl? An actor isn't good enough, is it? No, this greedy cunt wants—"
"No," you let out with a soft laugh, prompting him to lift his face from the crook of your neck, chocolate brown eyes staring down at you, confusion clear on his face. "The only model I wanna fuck is you. Only actor I wanna fuck is you. You're the complete fucking package, Joseph. Yeah... I got soaked faster than usual..." You smile, looking over his face. "But only because seeing you in that video? Turned me on. Wanted to suck your cock... Wanna be filled by you... Because you, Joseph Quinn, for Gris Dior..." He snorted at that, though smiled, wide and warm. "You're amazingly hot," you grin as he kisses your lips gently, "...sexy..." another kiss. "Beautiful...everything I want and... I really want you to be inside me right now..."
The way he groaned, biting your bottom lip. "Fuck. There you go again, making my head swell up so much, my darling..." The way he called you that... While affectionate, there was a bit of something else. Of desire, of lust, emitted in a deep rooted growl that made you shudder, yet your eyes were on his, barely registering his hand grasping his cock, at his base, moving until his swollen tip meets against your slick folds. Your wetness coating it, his eyes softening as he let out a soft breath. "Fuck, I love how wet you get for me..." You let out a soft whine, both hands grabbing at the back of his neck, as he teased the head of his cock along the entirety of your pussy. "I know, darling, I know... Be patient, let me just..." He closed his eyes, you writhing beneath him. Groaning as you helped him in what he wanted, to glide the underside of his cock over your folds, rolling in the slickness of it, over your clit. "Jesus I can feel you forever..."
It was almost pathetic the moan you let out, but the feeling of his cock teasing you like this was too much. Your folds parting for the underside of it, the tip running over your clit sent little shock waves through you, tightening your hold on his hair, pulling it slightly and your body having a mind of its own. Moving without you even being conscious of it. Needing to feel him, wanting him so badly. Feeling his cock slide so effortlessly over you, giving you a taste, small little whimpers finding their way from your throat and out your parted, with panting lips. "Fuck, please..." Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him groan, your eyes were closed, surrendering to the feel of him. They opened now, looking into his dark brown eyes, looking as wild and lustful as you felt. His own lips were parted, ghosting over yours, the most pretty little sounds coming from him with every heavy exhale of his breath. Head swimming, every bit of friction between you two driving you insane with need. "Joseph, baby... You feel so good... Please?"
"G o d..." he breathed out, his lips turning into a smile. "Love it when you beg..." He was teetering on the edge of sanity himself, every slick feel of his cock over you was giving him that same wave of pleasure, his lips grazing along your jaw, kissing, letting you feel the tease of his teeth. "Fuck... You're already so wet, love..." Letting out a groan as he kissed hotly against your neck, feeling the sharp breath you took, his free hand grasping at the pillow above your head, curling fingers around it. "...the way it'd be...so easy for me to just..." he shuddered, "...slip inside you..."
"...p l e a s e. . ."
"Fuck..." the words breathed out hotly against your skin, you shivered, still so desperately squirming underneath him. His cock pulsed, throbbed against your actions. "...you're fucking adorable when you're so desperate for my cock..." You let out a whimper, a soft little whine following soon after. Your eyes finding him, the smile on his face wide as he saw your pout, your eyes pleading. Licking his lips, he captured yours, melting the pout away as you returned his kiss, tasting each other for only a moment as he pressed closer, the tip of his cock rubbing firmly against your clit. "...tell me..." he muttered against your lips. "...tell me how much you want it. My cock inside you..."
He was being unfair, you both knew. The way you squirmed even more, your breath hitched, whining softly against him. God, if you knew how much he loved it right at that moment, this attempt of control quickly dwindled with you underneath him. But you didn't. He was teasing you, that's all you knew. Moving the tip of his cock through your folds, parting for him as his kisses started again, on your lips, tongue rolling forward, sliding so easily inside to taste you. You could feel him, the swollen head just there, so easily could slip in and fill you. Making you pant softly against his mouth, your kiss breaking, dazed words leaving your lips. "...I want it..."
There was a groan, a deep hum from him, pecking against your chin, lips sliding across your jaw. "What do you want, sweetheart?"
"Your cock..."
Biting his lip, he smiled, the desperate plea in your voice stroking his ego nicely, making his body shiver, feeling his tip starting to slide inside you, forcing himself to stop. "...Jesus, so greedy and so eager to suck me in..." Biting kisses along your jaw, "Tell me how bad you want it..."
"Oh, god, Joseph..." You would have cursed him out, but the way you ached for him, you let out a groan, desperation claiming you. "...I want your cock so fucking bad... Okay? I want your thick...fat...cock...filling me so deep I can't even think, talk about anything other than you feeling...so good... I want you to fuck me so hard and deep... I want you, I want you, baby... Please... Stop teasing me..."
He practically melted right on top of you, words driving the last semblance of sanity far away, a growl emitting from his lips as his hips drove forward. A moan wrestled from his lips while you? It came out in a gasp, the swollen tip sliding into your heat with no resistance, "Oh, fuck," he let out in a shaky whisper, his now free hand grasping your hip, aiding in driving his length into you, not stopping until he was buried deep. "...oh, god, oh, fuck, that's it, my good girl... Shit..." You felt so like heaven, his cock pulsed with the way your walls stretched around him. Making him feel how heated, wet and tight you were. So utterly wet, dripping for him, yet still giving him that tight feel he so often loved in fucking you. "Jesus fuck, baby... Oh, is this what you want? Hm? Feeling so full with my cock?"
The girth of him stretches you so good, your hands moving from the back of his head to his shoulders, letting out a strained moan. He did feel good, he always felt good. "...baby...shit..." you hissed, the first push always knocking your breath away. Always amazed how you can suck his cock inside your cunt, feeling so tight around him, he was buried deep within you, making your stomach clench. Muscles tightened. The tip of him reached so far that you started panting, "...Oh, god... So... So deep, baby... I... Oh, god."
"I know, I know, it feels so fucking amazing for me, too..." The way he throbbed, pulsed so deep inside you, groaning as he moved down your neck, biting gently, rocking his hips against you, "...every fucking time..." He could feel your nails digging deep into his skin, the thought of you leaving marks delighting you both, a little smile on his lips at the feel of his cock dragging out of your cunt, squeezing him tight, sucking him as if so desperate to keep him buried so deep. The sound of your whine filling his ears, making him let out a groan each time he pushed himself right back in. Gentle thrusts, breathy moans against your neck, hand gripping at both the pillow above your head while the other gripped at your hip a moment before moving toward your thigh, "...wider..." he breathed, biting your skin, "Spread your legs wider, love... Wanna fuckin' split you open with my cock, alright, my darling?"
How quickly you obeyed his demand could have been seen as shameless, but he only smiled against your skin. His gentle thrusts from before transitioned to something harder... Deeper... The sound of your wet arousal coating his cock hitting the air, heard by the both of you. Soft grunting from him, from the depths of his chest as he moved, fucking the moans out of you. Soft, strained, your hands descending down his body, nails scratching their way toward his hips. "Please... Please..." were all you could manage before tugging his waist. A silent plea for more, making him groan in such a way before he's slamming into you. The sound of skin slapping against one another, his movements not even in the same realm as gentle. Led by desire and lust, there was no control, by either of you, chasing after that euphoric feeling. Of filling you so deep and being filled by him that nothing else mattered. His name falling from your lips in desperate pants and moans, the heat overtaking you, nails digging into his skin that you didn't know his soft little cry was from that or how tight your cunt was gripping him.
"...oh, she loves my cock, doesn't she? Your sweet little cunt..." His voice breathless, not stopping his movements, not even for a second. He swore he felt himself fuck you deeper and deeper, amazed at how well you take him each time. "...so...so fuckin' eager for me... Jesus fuck..."
A soft whimper flows past your lips, trying to have the mind to speak, but his cock is so good, hitting you so deep that it makes you struggle, "...she...oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good...." Getting lost in the feel of him, the tip hitting that special spot, making you pant and moan, the slightest quivering of your thighs, squeezing his waist tight. "...mm...fuck, she get's.... Oh, fuck… Fuck! …jealous....sometimes...."
His lips ascend from your neck to your jaw, biting his way to your lips, your words caught but taking him a moment through physical touch to respond with, "...jealous?"
"Mmhm," you utter out with an exaggerated pout against his lips. "The way you just...spread your legs all over the place..." He let out a snort, eyes looking down at you, smiling softly. "In interviews and photoshoots... Showing everybody a look at your perfect cock..." You shake your head, a smile bright on your lips. "The jealousy is just...awful."
Joseph kissed your lips hard, smiling, laughing along with you. "Oh, we can't have that... I can't have her being angry at me... Not this perfect pussy... Always treating me and my cock so nicely..."
You giggled, loving that even in the heat of the moment, you two could have this. Just…this, together. The teasing, the silliness, the things that made the two of you just right. Letting out a soft groan, “You can’t have her be mad, baby…”
“No,” he said, shaking his head, “No, no, no, we can’t… Mmm-mmm, no, can’t have that…” His lips turned into a full pout, making you laugh. “Not allowed, no. Erm… God, what can I do? What can I do?” The pout was gone, replaced with a wide grin, flash of his teeth showing, all the while not stopping his hips from sliding in and out of you, just a bit slower, as he thought of the next move. Though you felt so fucking good, it was driving him absolutely mad. He wasn’t joking, you cunt was always so fucking good to him, as he nipped along your jaw, he could feel her clenching around him. So tight and wet just for him… Sucking him in, making him growl as he slammed into your hips a bit harder, just for the feel of his cock so deep inside to make you cry out in a whimper.
Your hands gripping on his shoulders, lifting to bite him there as well, hearing him moan and feeling him twitch inside you. If he kept this up, you would be so close… The feel of him splitting you open too much. So easily you felt lost when he was inside you, only a shred of the person you are, mainly replaced by a needy woman that only wanted to cum for him. For yourself, a bit, but mainly for him. He drove you crazy, transformed you into this ravenous being, hungering, desperate for his cock, his kiss, his words and moans. No one had ever made you feel this way, and you doubt anyone else would. “Baby…” His lips came crashing on yours, his hand grasped around your neck, and he swallowed your moans while meeting some of his own. You felt light, thoughts both flowing and yet emptied themselves from your head. You smell his cologne, feel the wetness between your legs coating his cock, you hear the slap of his hips against your body… Taste his taste on your tongue. All your senses were focused on him and it took you a moment to realize his grasp on your hips, not until he rolled over, pulling you on top.
Amazingly your lips remained within your kiss, his hands roaming the small of your back as you settled on top of him. Cock still buried inside you, a groan leaving him as his teeth took your bottom lip between his, biting hard, his chest heaving as he gave a little thrust of his hips up into you. You gasped, a shuddering breath following and he hummed. “...I thought what to do…” he explained softly, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping you tightly, guiding you to rock your hips back and forth gently. His hot breath came out against your chest, his lips kissing a soft trail towards your breasts. “I want her to take the lead… Yeah? Mmm… Let her take as much as she wants… Take my cock just how she likes… Isn’t that—” His words stopped as you didn’t hesitate, starting to move your hips faster, taking him by gentle surprise as he let out a soft cry. “—Jesus…. Fuck….” A soft laugh came out, his hands leaving you and took to grip at sheets beneath him. “Oh, fuck… God, that’s it…” You were a fucking goddess to him sometimes, leaning back and looking at you properly.
It was always a thrill, seeing his cock so taken by your cunt. When you rise and he could see how you made his cock glisten, so warm and wet, the sounds from your lips making him throb as you slammed your hips down on him. Rolling his eyes back as he closed them, knuckles white as he grabbed the sheets. “God, yes... Shit, you’re fucking perfect…”
“Oh, god… B a b y…” your voice was trembling, lost within your panting breath, driven by the pleasure of bouncing on his cock. Hands desperate to touch him, hold him, grabbing onto the sides of his stomach, nails digging into his flesh, using that to anchor your movements. Faster and faster… Your moans sounding more unhinged, filling his bedroom, the very air around you, hearing his own as well. “You… You feel so good…” Swallowing hard as you feel him start to thrust up against you, a cry ripping from your mouth. “So fucking good…”
“She takes me…” A wave comes over him, his hands leaving the sheets and to your thighs, heavy breath past his lips as his brows furrow. “Jesus… Oh, she takes me so…fucking…good…” He could feel it, how your cunt clenched around him so tight, making him growl.
You smile, a tremble of a laugh as you squeeze his sides. “She fuckin loves your cock…” His hips snap up hard, making you close your eyes tight and body quiver, a wave of pleasure, white hot flashes through you. “You stretch me so good, Joseph… Get in so deep… Fuck,” you let out, bouncing on his cock harder, gasps leaving your parted mouth. He doesn’t move this time, but he grips at your thighs, letting you ride him, taking complete control and you could hear his moans as he twitches and pulses inside you. Eyes are closed, the sound of your moans, the slap of skin as you move harder and faster, chasing your high, pleasure mounting inside you. “Feel so fucking perfect inside me… So good… Oh god.” The sound of your wetness drowning his length was so crisp and clear to your ears. “So wet for you…”
“I know, I know,” he all but whimpered, squeezing your thighs, “Love it when you’re so wet… Just for me… Jesus fucking Christ, feeling my cock slide in and out of you so easily… But so tight… So warm and perfect, Jesus fuck… Can you feel it… How much my cock loves you… Mmm, love how you make such a mess…”
God, you could. Every twitch, pulse, throb… Always taking your breath away, but you nodded, only moving faster, harder on him. A seamless motion of your hips, taking him fiercely and you could feel your body growing tense, toes starting to curl and that white hot claiming you bit by bit throughout your body. “....I can feel it… I can fucking feel it… Oh, baby… Joseph, fuck, I… yes… Fuck… Yes, yes—”
“Fuck, I can feel it…” his voice own voice strained, nails digging into your skin as he groans deep. His own muscles feeling tight, the spark in his belly igniting. “My girl is gonna cum, isn’t she? Yeah, she is… Fuckin’ hell, gonna make such a mess on my cock, aren’t you, my love? Yeah? God, tell me…”
“I’m gonna… Gonna make such a mess…” Your thighs trembling, gasping for air, “Joseph, baby…! Shit!”
He was quick, lifting himself to pull you down on him, lips on your neck. His hands keeping your legs spread as he fucked you, hard, fast and steady. “Let go, sweetheart… Darling… Fuck, cum with me… I wanna feel you… Wanna feel so bad, please…”
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” the last words you uttered until you gave him exactly what you both wanted, a primal cry leaving your lips, cunt clenching around him, squeezing him as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, screaming his name as you shook. You heard him groan, kissing and biting your neck with a growl once more. He kept growling, and the realization it was because of you sent you even more over the edge. Wave after wave went through you, feeling your release drench and pour on his cock. Your arms squeezing tightly, clinging onto him as you trembled in his strong arms, trembling, sobbing. Feeling his cock still slamming into your cunt, taking it, the sensitivity making your body rock and twitch on top of him, but not wanting to stop, sending you to that euphoric state of being only Joseph could get you to. None of your partners were ever close. Only him.
It wasn’t long after until it hit him, cock throbbing, pulsing, his panting and groaning mingled with his such desperate growls. Biting your shoulder, shutting his eyes closed, he savored the feel of you so tight around his cock, and the mess of your release. So wet, he could feel the mess and could only imagine what your pussy looked like. Art, he thought. He was fucking art, a masterpiece, groaning deep as he chased after his own pleasure, feeling the wetness of your mouth and possibly tears against the crook of his neck. You always felt so alive in his arms, making him shudder as he continued. The sound of your cunt sharper than before, driving him mad, absolutely fucking mad. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, my best…fucking…girl…! Oh, god, so good for me, so…fuckin’.... Jes…Jesus Christ… Oh fuck! Yes… Shit… Oh, my girl, my precious fuckin’ girl, you make…” His chest heaving, feeling it, “...feel so good… You’re gonna take it, yeah? Take every…Jesus fuck…. Oh god, everything… Take fucking everything…” You nodded, prompting him to give your arse a good smack, earning a light yelp from you. “Say it.”
Whimpering softly, “...take it, I’m gonna take it… Take everything… Oh, god, please, give it to me…”
He groaned, “...good girl… Oh, God…!” A few more strokes of his cock in and out of you, taking your hips and one last thrust, making sure he was deep inside you as he spilled with deep, primal growl. Your hand went to his curls, fingers squeezing tight as you shook and trembled, crying out a moan and he bit into the flesh of your shoulder. Ecstasy filled him, cock pulsing, threads of his cum painting your walls, muttering your name over and over like a prayer. Body trembling with you, the white heat burning him from the inside out, stilling only for a moment until but you both felt so good, both of your bodies starting to move again. Your lips finding each other’s, kissing each other deep, moaning, whimpering into each other’s mouths, the sensitivity sending each other to a place of pleasure and a good sense of hurt, bodies quivering together. He wanted to fuck his cum deeper into you, and a part of you wanted that too. Not stopping him, a warmth cascading over you as his hand smoothed over your stomach.
After the daze had settled, you reluctantly slid from him, leaving his cock to drop to his stomach, your joined release dripping over him there. An immediate ache settled over you, your body, your cunt mourning the loss of his cock making you feel so full as you settled on your side, curled up to him and resting your cheek to his shoulder, both out of breath. Your clit pulsed, throbbing, and your cunt was still clinging to the feeling of when he came, the feel of his hot cum filled you, so much that he seeped from you even as he was still fucking you. His fingers came to your cheek, causing you to lift your eyes to look at his deep chocolate brown ones, looking at you in that soft sense of afterglow, with such adoration it made your heart sing. Smiling brightly, you raise your lips to kiss him, both humming with a smile on each other’s lips, his hand cupping your cheek, kissing each other deep before pulling away with a hum.
There was a comforting silence between you for a moment, eyes, hands, lips finding each other. Kissing your fingertips, knuckles, your wrist. You place your chin to his shoulder, tracing his lips, down to his neck—a snort leaving you. “Shit…” you let out, biting your bottom lip as fingers traced over your handiwork. “It’s already a bit purple… God, you bruise easily…”
He rolled his eyes, “Those poor makeup crew… All because my girl is feral for me.”
“Oh fuck you,” you laughed, settling closer to him, draping a leg between his and arm across his stomach, “You love it.”
Joseph couldn’t deny it, fingers sliding over your arm, “Yeah, I do. Fucking adore it, actually. Makes me feel smug and I’ll wear it with pride.”
You hummed softly, “And not bad that you’ve given me a few marks of your own…”
“Matching set, only fair…”
“True,” you concede, holding him closer as he turned, wrapping an arm around you. A soft, pleased little hum leaving as he kissed your forehead, the feel of his warmth a good comfort to you.
“So… The video’s good, then? Or…amazing, even? Like we’ve established I’m fuckable in it, clearly, got the mess on my cock to prove it, but—”
“Oh my god,” you let out with a pained laugh, laying on your back as you looked up at him. “You are so lucky I love you, you know that, right?”
A soft little grin settled on his lips, looking at you, that warmth and adoration from earlier only deepened right at that moment. “...I was actually thinking the exact same thing.”
warnings: fem!reader, historically inaccurate & has nothing to do with the book or series, outdated view of women, age gap but no ages are mentioned (both are adults, obviously), talk of sex/baby making and talk of a previous sexual assault/r*pe (not related to reader) if the latter is triggering please please don't read this. it isn't detailed much but it's still a heavy topic so please take care of yourself and stop reading after you see the big "!!!", unresolved trauma and a lot of pain and angst.
part 1 ~ part 2 ~ part 3 ~ part 4
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five months.
twenty one days have passed, twenty one new gardenia flowers you have.
he’s gotten you one everyday without fail. you worried about running out of places to put them. the table in the lounging area, the kitchen counter, the windowsill, the little vanity in your bedroom and your bedside table. everywhere you turned, white petals were there. constant little reminders of the life you have, the life you’ve been dreaming of since you were able to dream, the life he inadvertently gave to you.
one day he came home from work and instead of walking in like he always does, he stayed outside. you figured he’s talking to the neigbors but fifteen minutes passed and you started to get worried when you heard digging so you went outside and that’s when you found him with a shovel in his muddy hands.
“i got gardenia seeds.” he said with a big grin on his face, “we’re gonna have a garden!”
he’s building you a garden. he’s building you a goddamn garden of the flowers that became your favorite by a twist of fate.
five days later, his parents invited you over to their place for dinner.
you’ve only met them briefly, a handful of times but they’ve been kind to you. his mother always asked if you need anything and if enjolras was being a good husband to you, she made sure to let you know that you can talk to her if he wasn’t and she’ll set him as straight as an arrow again. sometimes you fantazied of how your life would’ve been if she was your mother instead, maybe you wouldn’t have been.. cursed. his father too, he’d sometimes drop by when enjolras’ at work to check if you needed something or in case someone was bothering you. sometimes, he’d drop a meal his wife has made before he leaves.
she made your favorite that day. another immediate favorite and dinner went by pleasantly until his father broke the sound of sliverwave clattering against the plates and bowls, “you’ve got any.. good news you’d like to share with us?”
“the soldiers have agreed to..”
“enjolras son, i’m not talking about the revolution.” his father interrupted him him, chuckling. you had a feeling where this conversation was headed and your apprehension was rising with each word. “are we becoming grandparents soon?” here it is.
you and enjolras turned towards each other, both having a ‘what do we do now?’ expression on your faces. how exactly were you supposed to tell them that you’re not sleeping in the same bed let alone they’re not becoming grandparents anytime soon?
“we’re… we’re not really trying right now.” enjolras said, keeping his eyes on his plate and stuffing his mouth with beard as soon as the words left his mouth. “we’re still.. in the honeymoon phase so to say.”
“but it’s been five months, almost half a year” his mother said with a frown.
you can’t really blame his parents for their preplexity. it isn’t common for a married couple to stay this long without a child on the way. they don’t know that you and enjolras aren’t like other couples.
“time’s escaped us.” he said, looking over at you and you nodded at him with a faint smile on your lips. both of you silently agreeing to stick with this narrative.
“well, make sure it doesn’t keep escaping. you’re not getting any younger, old man.” his father said, making you and his mother giggle and making him turn to look at you again with fake offense all over his face.
“you think i’m old?”
“me? no no i don’t. you’re as young as they get.” you say and his parents laugh.
this is all new. sitting around a dinner table that’s filled with laughter, where everybody gets a plateful with an equal amount of food. nobody’s hungry, no bruised eyes over who gets the bigger piece of bread, no glares from across the table when you ask for a glass of water.
here they’re just family.
family you didn’t have, family you daydreamed of.
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you noticed that something in enjolras had changed since the visit you had with his parents. not in a bad nor a good way. something was just.. different.
you caught him staring at you when you weren’t speaking or doing something that required his attention. you’d just be standing in the kitchen, cutting up onion or baking and you’d feel a pair of eyes peering into you. you’d be reading a book while he’s working on his new plans and when you turn to look at him, you find him already looking at you.
something in his stare wasn’t the same as before. to you, there was a feeling of uncertainity behind his eyes. to him, it was longing. longing for a life he never thought he’d want. a life he would’ve called tedious just five months ago. a wife and children and a garden before his doorstep were nothing but his idea of someone who chose the easy way out. death by design. to him, it wasn’t love because love is cheap and precarious. he didn’t want love because love is a moment and moments fleet. he needed forever. he needed stability. he needed change. he needed to know that he’ll look back on his life once his demise is near and know that he truly lived every minute of his fate. that’s what he saw when he was looking at you.
and today he decided to let you know that.
it was late at night, you were on the last chapter of a book you started this morning when he interrupted your reading by sitting next to you and clearing his throat, “hey darling, can we talk?”
“sure, what is it?” you said, putting your book down after marking the page you left it at.
he’s fidgeting with his hands, cracking his fingers and rubbing his palms across his trousers. he seems exceptionally nervous which is quite unusual. “enjolras.. you can talk to me.” you smile at him, giving him your hand so he’d hold it if he wants to. exactly like he does with you and just as naturally, he places his hand there.
“i’ve been thinking.. about what my parents said of us having a baby.” he blurts out, squeezing your hand. “not necessarily now but i just thought maybe we should talk about the idea” he continues, looking up from your intertwined hands at you only to see you looking at him with the same puzzlement. both of you shocked at the words that left his mouth only making his dread grow. “i mean, i’m perfectly alright with what we have now but in the long run.. we’re gonna have to have a baby at some point and i figured we could just.. get it over with” he murmurs the last part, almost as if he wanted to say something different but changed his mind last second. “darling? you’re okay?”
you’re not entirely shocked by what he said. it was only a matter of time. “yeah.. i was kind of expecting this just not this early”
“so you’ve thought about it too?” he asks.
“the baby part?” you answer with a question and he nods. “i did. i figured you’d want one at some point and it’s your right. you’re a good man and you deserve a good family, i’m just scared i think?” if you from five months ago could see you now, she’d be horrified at how open you got with him, with the stranger she feared.
“what are you scared of?”
“aside from the fact that i’m cursed and i’m terrified of passing it down to a child?” you joked and he found it anything but amusing.
“you’re not cursed and..”
“i know i know i’m joking.” you interrupt him, having had this conversation before a hundred too many times. “the real reason is.. stupid.”
“nothing you feel is stupid, tell me.” he says, tracing his thumb across the lines of your palm one by one.
“i’m scared of.. the baby making.” i could’ve said that in ten thousand better ways, you think.
“the baby making…?”
“you bedding me.” and this too.
“oh..”
“i just.. my mother, she told me things before our wedding day and i don’t know if they’re true or not but they scared me.” you admit, flashbacks of that conversation making their way into your mind. “she told me stories of what would happen when we get home and how you’d rip my dress off and hold me down and that i’d bleed a lot, she said it would hurt so much and i shouldn’t try telling you to stop because you wouldn’t listen anyway.” you mumbled. five months ago you would’ve had an aneurysm if she heard you telling him about this and you can’t blame her but you don’t let her stop you too. “we didn’t sleep in the same bed that night but every day that followed, i waited for the shoe to drop. i stayed up every night because…” you sigh, deciding to drop the topic now that it’s ancient history. “and nothing ever happened because you’re.. you but that didn’t make my trepidation go away because you’re still a man.” you say, glimpsing at him quickly before looking down again. “i told you it’s stupid.”
“it’s not. god it’s not stupid, it’s horrifying.” he aruged, his voice as soft as his touch on your wrist. “i’m sorry darling. i’m awfully sorry your mother told you these petrifying things,” he’s sorry but not shocked, nothing you could say about that woman would surprise him no matter how horrible it is. “i’m sorry that i didn’t comfort your fears that night.”
“you didn’t know.”
“i should’ve said something regardless. i let you live in fear in your own home and i sincerely apologize. i should’ve known better.” your own home with him. “if it makes you feel better, which i doubt it would, it’s not gonna be like that.” he says lowly making you frown before he clarifies. “the.. baby making.”
you wait for him to continue and he does, “i’ll be honest with you, it will feel a little uncomfortable, it might hurt a bit and you might bleed a bit too since it’s your first time but none of that scary stuff is gonna happen.” he says and now it’s your fingers grazing his wrist, slowly going high underneath his shirt. “i’m not going to rip your clothes or hold you down and i’m definitately going to stop if you do as little as breathe the word.” the feeling of his skin mixed with visuals his voice is giving you is intoxicating. oh no.
“look darling.. sex is frowned upon for women and you’ve been taught that it’s shameful to have or even want it, that’s why these stories exist. to scare you, to keep you far from wanting something that’s supposed to feel good.” feel good. this is the second time he says that, that he would make you feel good and it’s still just as confounding as the first time he said.
“what do you mean exactly, feel good?” you find the courage to ask, feeling that familiar ache you once had between your thighs coming back, much more intensified.
“sex it.. it’s supposed to feel good.”
“for you?”
“for us.”
“you said it’s uncomfortable and it’d hurt and i’d bleed, how’s that supposed to feel good?” you curse yourself for asking, hoping your voice doesn’t come out as desperate as it does in your head.
he glances down at his arm and watches the way you’re rubbing it before he looks up at you and he prays to whatever divine force holding the sky above his head that he doesn’t ruin this. “it goes away after a while, i’m pretty sure and then it.. feels good. i’ve read about it, i’ll give you the book if you’d like” he says, “besides, there’s more to sex than penetration.” he adds in a whisper and you frown but don’t question it any further, you’re not sure you can handle that much information at once. there is something left you want to know though..
!!!
“i have one more question”
“i have an answer, i hope?”
“how many women have you been with before?” you watch the way his face falls and immediately regret asking. you know that look, you’ve seen it in the mirror every time you looked after the pub… incident. “you don’t have to answer..”
he pauses then, “one.” he breathes out. “i used to hang out with the… wrong crowd. i went to a pub outside of the city, i drank and couldn’t handle my liquor because.. i was young, much younger than you are.” he recalls, looking down at his hands which are held together. “there was this woman there. i don’t remember much of what happened. i remember laying down and her being on top of me, i remember feeling.. trapped and i remember.. her red hair.” he sounds in pain. as the memory isn’t just playing back in his mind but happening again and again and again on an endless loop. “she wasn’t there when i woke up. it was just me and what’s left of my dignity.” he finishes with a sigh but then adds, “i knew there was a word for what she did to me but i couldn’t use it. i was a man after all.” he says, sounding every last bit of broken.
he never told anyone about this. you can tell, you know what it’s like to keep a secret for too long and how shattering it is once it’s finally out of your system.
images of him as a young boy invade your brain. he must’ve been so scared and nobody was there to tell him that it won’t hurt like this forever. he must’ve been alone and he must’ve cried himself to sleep every night for days. he must’ve been filled with fury but had to cage it in, knowing he’d be humiliated by other men if they knew he said no to easy pussy and laughed at if he considerated himself a victim. which deep down, he knew he was but once something gets buried that far inside, you tend to lose maps of where you put it.
he has lost it.
“enjolras i.. i’m so sorry.”
“no i’m sorry.” he quickly interrupts you, “i’m sorry that i can’t be pure for you.” apologizing for something when he carrys no guilt over once again.
leaving no space for him to blame himself, you speak up raptly. “it’s not your fault.”
“it feels like it.”
“it isn’t! enjolras.. what she did to you, it’s not your fault.” you’ll say it time and time again until your tongue falls out if that’s what it takes to make him believe it.
“i am a man.”
“you were a kid.” you plea, grasping his face in your hands. his stubbly cheeks that fit into your palms like they were made for you to hold. “you were a kid and she preyed on you she...” he closes his eyes, sighing and you decide to drop it seeing how he’s not ready to use the actual word yet. it’s his story, he’ll tell it with his own pen once he's ready to hold it. “you always tell me things about how i’m not like my mother, how i’m not cursed, how i’m not the monster i see myself and i started to believe you. now i’m asking you, believe me.” you beg again as he opens his doe eyes that are now misty.
“you were a kid and you went through something awful, something no kid should ever go through. you've falsely blamed yourself for it for too long but little you has already suffered enough. you've got to let him rest, let yourself rest. bad things happen to men too but that doesn't mean you're responsible for it, not in the slightest. it's not your fault.” you say and he nods but if you’ve learned anything from him, it’s presistence. “can you say that for me?”
“it’s not my fault.” he whimpers, taking a deep breath and nearly choking on it. “can you hold me? please?”
you mouth a ‘come here’ and he collapses into your arms. his head on your shoulder and his hands clutching at your waist as if you’d fly away if he loosens his grip. you hold him back just as tight, fluffing his hair with one hand and rubbing his back with the other.
that moment you weren’t holding the man you knew, you were holding the kid he lost.
you hear sniffles and choked breathes but refrain from saying a thing, you just hold him. tell him he's alright and kiss his temple until he's melted in your arms. you've never seen him this vulnerable before yet somehow it feels like this is the bravest he's ever been.
he's open and broken and you've never felt closer to him, or him to you. his shattered pieces fit perfectly in your derelict land of ruin where the both of you can show your true colors of who you've been and who you've had to be. shades of grey, lines of black and a little thread of gold tying you together in the midst of the mess.
“i have an idea.” you break the silence after a bit and he hums in response, “we’ll share my virginity.”
he pulls away enough to stare at you, keeping his hands on your waist. “what..”
“you said we share things. you shared your blade with me and now i want to share my virginity with you.” you say with a smile, the idea truly sounded genius to you. geniusly idioatic.
all he does is chuckle, laugh. a real laugh. “i’m being serious!” god it’s hard acting offended because he’s smiling like that. “you said we take care of each other, let me take care of you for once.” you say and he shakes his head because it’s only half true.
“mon amour.. you’ve been taking care of me for a long time.”
Right, after an interaction this morning that has literally left me shaking with rage I need to voice my thoughts.
I'm probably going to lose followers for this but honestly I don't care.
Saying you are innocent because you didn't read the tags/labels/warnings, or you just 'skimmed' a disgusting fic does not excuse you.
As fic writers we always, ALWAYS say to read the tags/warnings. We don't do this for our own fucking pleasure. We do this to protect people who may be triggered by a particular topic that is included in that fic. We do this to protect MINORS who have no place reading what some of us write.
Say it with me.
AS GROWN ADULTS YOU SHOULD NOT BE INTERACTING WITH MINORS ON THE INTERNET. ESPECIALLY WHEN SEXUAL CONTENT IS INVOLVED. THAT SHIT IS ILLEGAL.
And please, do not use the excuse of 'I just skimmed it and commented'. So, basically what you're saying, to me as a writer who you interact with regularly, that you skimmed my fics and commented??? I don't think people understand how rude that is. And reblogging stuff blindly is just as bad. I literally have screenshots of the people involved. Do not try and talk your way out of it.
As someone who has a very young child this whole situation is sickening. I want nothing to do with ANYONE who has been proven to have interacted, no matter their excuse. And God help you if you do not have children and try to tell me you understand how I feel. You do not and will not until you have children. That shit will get you an instant block.
I don't care if you didn't know what you were reading. All that proves to me is that you literally ignore the one thing we as writers ask our readers to do. This is ignorant, and dangerous.
I'm not one for 'dark' content but I've been in the fic world for a long ass time now and I know the difference between dark and plain fucked up.
I have screenshots but I will not be posting them publicly. Blogs have already done this, so if you really want to know, please have a look for yourselves.
Let this be a fucking lesson to you all - do not blindly follow someone because they follow you. I always check out content of people who follow me, and if I genuinely like their stuff, I follow back. If I don't, I don't, simple as.
If anyone disagrees with me, that's fine, I'm voicing my opinions and won't be getting into any fights about this. Unfollow me if you must, say I'm a bitch but I couldn't care less if I tried.
Angry post done. Back to regularly scheduled (legal) filth soon. ✌️
That other girl was lyinggg AF I hooked up with Joe recently after meeting at a bar dude can lay the pipe 💦
Sure you did babe.
Considering I'm his secret girlfriend and have been for years now. In fact he fathered my child and my marriage is just a cover up to protect our relationship....
I’m one of your moots. You aren’t invisible you’re just not fun to talk to and you never reply to messages or join in with anything and Tights is the only good thing you’ve contributed to this fandom. If you want people to be friendlier to you then start replying to your messages and write more Tights and less of the kid fic and stop attention seeking “am I invisible” grow up, Pixie.
The only reason I’m posting this is because this has really rubbed me up the wrong way.
Firstly, if we’re ‘moots’ why didn’t you come off anon and just speak to me personally? Literally, if you’re someone who messages me then you know I don’t always see my messages when I’m on mobile and sometimes it takes me a day or so to reply. I’m an adult woman, I’ve got a full time job and a life and I’m easier to reach in other ways if you’d asked.
Secondly, I was trying to reply to comments and it’s not letting me and it made me question of on shadowbanned again.
Thirdly, if you don’t like the content I put out then just don’t read it? One less person ‘liking’ and not reblogging or commenting on stuff I’ve worked hard on isn’t going to upset me.
I’m going back to sleep for a few hours and I’ll probably delete this when I wake up but I hope this gave you the attention that *you* were seeking.
This is SUCH a pussy move and honestly if you're one of my moots too just unfollow me cos I don't want you here.
Can I just remind you that we are all writing endless shit for other people for free?! We have no contractual obligation to write. We do it because we love it and people like you will be the reason we stop writing. If you want shit written that badly, write it yourself you absolute wank sock.
