The year was 1985 in Eidolon Reach. 20-year-old Steven and Margrete walked around the streets. The couple hurried through the people, with quick hands, everything they could grab went into their pockets. Steven was fast on his feet, his fingers were long and thin, perfect for reaching into the pockets of passersby in the streets. Margrete was a beautiful tall girl, with thick blond hair. Her eyes were ice blue, they pierced into the soul of everyone who looked at her. She could manipulate everyone to see what she wanted them to see. She was one of the mentalists. Not many in Eidolon Reach were mentalists and they were often feared, so Steven and Margrete always made sure that their plans went to the letter. They had done everything to stay hidden from Geromino Sapiens and his followers. The biggest enemy of theirs at the moment was Geromino's right hand, or should we say guard dog, Astirel Gomez. Astirel was a 1.80 meter tall woman. Even though she was a woman, she was built of pure muscle, her physique was irresistible. Her face was oval, with full cheeks, eyes that shone the most beautiful blue color. She was irresistible, while her reputation made men prefer to look the other way when they came walking by. They had lived like this for several years, ever since they were both 14 years old, Steven met Margrethe one random day at the market, a little girl standing all alone out in the middle of nowhere. She seemed to have gotten lost. Steven decided to go up to her and ask if she had gotten lost. The girl looked at him and she couldn't help but get tears in her eyes. Steven's reaction was to take the girl in his arms and make her feel safe. After a few minutes in each other's arms, the Girl looked up at him, and assured him that she was okay, then Steven let her go. After a while, Steven could feel that his little purse with the day's catch was empty. It had been full no more than 5 minutes ago. That way he knew who had snatched them. He spotted the Girl, she was down the street, she was walking around among people, and went into every pocket she could get to.
He followed her for a couple of hours, until he got too close. The Girl turned around, "Are you following me?" she asked Steven. "Wouldn't you follow after the person took something from you?" Steven asked her. The Girl now stood in front of him with completely red cheeks, she didn't seem to be as experienced in her plans as he had thought. "Sorry, I haven't had anything to eat for weeks now, and I can't take it anymore" she was almost crying.
"You don't look so healthy. How about we forget about this and go to one of the pubs and get something to eat?" He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her, it had also been a few days since he had had a proper meal. After they had both had their fill, they looked for a place to stay warm and get some sleep. After that day, the two of them were in each other's lives. Steven taught Margrete several tips and tricks for stealing from people, and after a year, Margrethe was better than Steven at picking people's pockets. Her skills had improved, and she could easily make people forget what had happened. After several months of winnings, they finally could afford a small room with some young people. There were 8 young people in a 3-room apartment. The other six young people were all free souls who did not live according to the social structure. They live from hand to mouth, and live according to the temptations of life. Couldn't hold them back when a good idea came up. The six young people were Alec, Luca, Nadine, Claudia, Seth and Frez.
They all had some talent that was useful for the gang to be able to steal from everyone else. Everything from silence, to quick spells and other not normal abilities. But Margrete was the first one who could manipulate people, and that made her a valuable member. They had all the options open to them, and it was clear to see that they could do whatever they wanted.
Steven and Margrethe built a life that was, on the surface, completely ordinary. A house with morning light in the kitchen, shoes lined up by the door, and toys that always seemed to find their way under the sofa. Their daughters grew up with fixed routines: school, homework at the dining room table, dinners that were rarely eaten without a fuss, and bedtime stories that slowly became too long to be necessary. Nothing about the girls’ lives pointed to cities that lived or battles that tore at reality.
And yet.
Steven noticed the little things. The oldest girl could stop in the middle of a sentence and say something that suited the situation too well—as if she intuitively understood what was about to happen. Not predictions, not real glimpses of the future, but a feeling that reminded him uncomfortably of something he had lost. The youngest looked at people for a long time, quietly, with a look that seemed too adult. Margrethe said that children simply observe the world better than adults. Steven hoped she was right.
Margrethe lived with her own fears. She watched the girls play together and sometimes felt a pang in her stomach when one of them persuaded the other a little too easily. These were perfectly normal sibling dynamics, she told herself. Yet she remembered the feeling of control – how easy it had been to push, bend, steer. She caught herself speaking extra carefully, never pressing, never cutting through in a way that might remind her of what she once could.
They rarely talked about the city. Never with the girls. But some evenings, when the house was quiet, Steven and Margrethe would sit together and share the same thoughts without saying them out loud. What if something had come along? Not the city itself, but its heritage. A talent. A crack. A calling. They didn’t fear the girls – they feared the world, if it were to one day discover that the girls were different.
So they were careful. Not by hiding the girls away, but by teaching them to be human first. To fail. To doubt. To choose freely. Steven taught them that it was okay not to know what would happen. Margrethe taught them that no one has the right to control the will of others, even if they think they are doing it for the best.
The girls grew up without knowing the truth. They only knew love, boundaries and security. And maybe that was exactly what would make the difference. Allie grew up with an almost supernatural ability to create everything she set her mind to, whether it was a painting, a drawing. Even assignments at school wouldn't take her long, and she always got 12's in everything she did.
Everything they had both hoped for was in their lives, but deep down, there was a small space in Steven that never felt completely safe, for his family's sake. He often lived on weekends in his office, for several hours in the morning, none of the others knew about what except Margrethe. The girls knew that their father was working and didn't think much about what he was doing, they were always told that it was important and that they shouldn't worry too much. But Steven spent a lot of time tracking Geromino's steps. He got word from their friends, and they had gotten a lot of word that something wasn't too serious at the time. The city still existed somewhere. Steven and Margrethe knew it. They feared it. But for the first time, fear didn't hold their lives in an iron grip. Now it was just a reminder.
Of what they had survived.
And what they would never let be taken away from them again.
Until the morning when the threat to their family came for the first time, after years of fleeing, and their only way to save them was to leave.
Love, what is love? Is it a thing that is platonic?
Is it fasciation or is it real?
Is it something that is only in movies and books.
I feel love, but nobody ever feels love for me
Im never loved by those i find interesting
What is wrong with me? Am i not enough.
I never gets asked to prom or to be ones girlfriend
I never gets hit on for the purpose of becoming my boyfriend. Im never good enough, im not pretty enough, im not smart enough!
Im not enough’
I should just accept that, and live my life without, a partner and stay single! Never have a family, of my own, because who would want to be with someone like me! Nobody will! And that is the hard truth.
That i must accept!
Thats just how my life is, and i cant really do anything about it, i wish i could.
I don’t know what i do wrong, but im never enough, and it hurts so bad!
warnings: cursing, gr!nding, kissing (+ w/ tongue), mild dirty talk, reader is of age, face r!ding. MINORS DNI, breasts big enough to grab + notice cleavage. (I try to be reader inclusive but I feel like Eddie's a tits man), slow at first then picks up <3, hints of a dom!reader at first, giddy eddie. au where its 1987.
description: there was a reason why you had preferred meeting your dealer at his house than the woods behind the school.
How fast could one person fall in love? Usually it's a couple months, maybe even years. Love is a word that has many meanings attached to it and one could mean very different than the other. Falling in love with a feeling. The way that a mind could think of such beautiful things, how fingertips graze onto the skin of an arm. How the feeling of butterflies, something so innocent yet daring, could flutter alive in the pit of someones stomach at the mere mention of someones name.
You fell in love with the way that he makes you feel. The once confident girl who spoke with no mercy could be speechless at just his tone. How his calloused fingers grazed very delicately over your own after handing him something. How he sing-songed your voice to get your attention and it soon was your favorite song to listen to. It was really a mystery on how the feeling came to be.
You had started to meet him at his house after you had to babysit right after school, not being able to meet him in the usual spot after school or during lunch. The cold place in the middle of the woods behind Hawkins High where no one really went to. "I can't meet up tonight" Eddie turned his head slightly once he was pulled into an abandoned classroom between passing periods. "Okay?" His voice let out a quiet chuckle, "I have to babysit" Eddie rose his eyebrows, "you just want to meet up at mine after?" He stuffed his hands in his jean jacket pockets, head tilted.
He watched as your expression changed, "yeah, that'll work"
That was a year ago.
You were known for your extravagant outfits you spent hours preparing, searching and spending your savings on that newest jacket or pair of denim pants. Now- as you stood outside of Eddie Munson's trailer with your keys looped in your fingers, you felt the breeze pass under the skirt you wore. White shirt tucked into the plaid fabric as you rose your fist and knocked three times, taking a step down while you turned your head to the side to look at the dark trailer park.
The front door swung open, alerting you to look. You smiled wide, "Y/N" Wayne spoke jokingly, knowing you to show up unannounced. "Wayne" you spoke in the same tone, "Ed's in his room, hon." He opened the door wider while you ducked under his arm, "thank you" you told him as he let the door shut behind you.
You had a skip to your step while walking to the shut bedroom door, knocking twice while pushing on the handle. Eddie looked up from his seated position on his bed, guitar on his lap with his arms hung around it. Motörhead's, Orgasmatron played through your ears as Eddie watched as your eyes found the tape player. "Orgasmatron, really?" Eddie smiled wide, bangs in front of his face as he sat up straighter. "Not the best, but still wont skip it." Eddie spoke while he watched you toss your keys to his crammed desk and walk over to where he kept his tapes.
"What're you doing?" He asked, leaning back with his hand held tight onto the instrument to keep it on his lap. You didn't answer him as you were squatted down, flipping through the many tapes in the messy drawer. "You're gonna fuck up the tape if you pull it out," Eddie told you while you smiled once finding the one and pulling it out. Standing back up while using your hip to push back in the drawer.
You gave him a small smile before turning back around, he knew he couldn't stop you. Why would he? Even if it did fuck up his tape.
You clicked stop, popping open the container while you carefully pulled the previous tape from it's hold and popped in the other one. Eddie slowly nodded his head, "Seek & Destroy, alright. Is that the tape you made?" You turned back to him, leaning your hands behind your back, legs crossing against the weight on your tailbone. "Yeah, it has all the best stuff on it." He watched as your eyes were telling him a story he didn't understand. Always seeing stars in your eyes whenever he was around, he honestly thought it's just how you looked.
He set the guitar next to him, "you come to just gawk at me?" Eddie joked, "maybe" you responded with a small smile. Eddie standing up while you watched him walk over to you, "you want your shit, don't you?" You smiled, wrinkles around your eyes as he sighed and turned on his heels. "Always using me for something..." he puffed air from behind his lips in a joking manner.
You pushed yourself up seeing as he opened his closet and stood on his tippy toes, pulling out the old rebook shoe box and flipping it open. "You know, I should really charge you for this shit." You fell back onto his bed, arms above your head on the mattress and legs hung over the sides. "I pay you in my company" you joked, turning your head quickly seeing him already look at you. Butterflies.
"I smoked that last joint you rolled... got gas pains from how much air you left in it." You gasped, turning on your side while pulling your legs up. Holding your body weight with your elbow as he shut the shoe box and put it back in its rightful spot.
"Ed" Wayne knocked on the bedroom door, Eddie hiding the baggie behind his back as his uncle opened up the bedroom door. "I'm off" he sighed, you seeing the man in his work clothes while he gave you a sweet smile. "Okay" Eddie nodded his head once, "have fun, don't play your music too loud. The neighbors just had a baby, they asked me to keep it quiet." Eddie rose his eyebrows, lifting his hand and saluting Wayne who shook his head. "Love you" he spoke, "love you" Eddie responded and you smiled at the two words Eddie spoke while his bedroom door shut.
"That was cute" you told him as he looked to you. Low v-neck polo shirt showing more cleavage he's ever seen on you and eyes found the skirt that he noticed right when you walked in. "What was?" You shrugged, laying down on your back again, he watched as your tits bounced as you laid back and he had to quickly look away.
He grabbed the guitar, moving it to it's safe spot while sitting down where it was previously. "You still haven't played anything for me" Eddie rose his eyebrows, "you'll have to come to one of the shows to watch. I already give you enough shit for free" he joked while you grabbed the baggie from him and opened it, instantly engulfed with that skunk smell. "This stuff from Rick?" Your eyes looked to him as he slowly nodded his head, knowing he only kept the good stuff for himself and not to sell.
You pulled one out, lifting up while crossing your leg under another. Reaching forward to grab the lighter on his nightstand and placing the paper between your lips gently. You held your hand up, lighting the paper while pulling it out to lightly blow the small fire out.
It was Eddie's turn to have stars in his eyes as you laid back down, legs still hung over the bed as you sucked in a harsh breath and held it in your lungs. Blowing it out and immediately taking another hit, face scrunching as you held your hand out towards Eddie.
You felt his cold fingers graze your own as he grabbed it by the butt, feeling tingles where he touched as you dropped your hand and stared to the ceiling with a small smile on your lips. "I still think you should play something for me," Eddie shook his head, "like I said," his voice was muffled from the smoke in his lungs. "You're just gonna have to come and see us"
You rose your body again, facing him as he glued his eyes to yours. Still being able to see the way your chest pressed together. Almost spilling from the bra you wore and the tight shirt that kept you covered, well, covered enough.
"Teach me?" You asked him, Eddie handing the blunt back to you with a furrow to his brows. "What? Too scared that I'd tarnish your precious baby with my fingers?" Eddie rose his eyebrows this time as you blew the smoke from your lips and sat back up, putting out the joint in the ashtray next to his bed. With the lack of response, you knew the answer. But it wasn't because he didn't want you to touch his precious baby.
He glanced down to his fingers that were twirling the rings on his pointer and middle finger. "What do you want to learn?" He asked you, you hummed while tilting your head to the side. Hair pushed behind your shoulders exposing your neck. He heard you laugh, "sweet child o' mine" Eddie's eyes widened fast. "Really? That took me three months to learn." You shrugged, "okay?" You spoke in a whisper while he tilted his head to the side and pushed his body up from the bed.
You sat up, excited while he grabbed his guitar. He watched as you crossed your legs once kicking off your shoes and once again, diverting his eyes once noticing you had nothing but a white pair of underwear on under the skirt.
You held your hands out as if a baby would be placed in your hands, you felt the weight of the instrument be placed on your lap as he sat in front of you. You flipped your head to push the hair away from your face, meeting eyes with him. "I promise, I'll be gentle" you spoke in a tone you knew you were using, knowing how you said it, how you phrased it. Eddie had a small smirk cross over his lips. "It'll sound a little off since it isn't plugged in but, overall, should sound about the same if you get it right." Your hands held the neck of the guitar, nodding your head in response.
"Okay so put your pointer finger on the twelfth fret of the D string," from your Freshman year guitar lessons, you placed your pointer finger to where he instructed. "fifteenth on the B" he said, watching your fingers, "then fourteen to twelve on the G string-" you rubbed your lips together to keep yourself from making a joke. Eddie slowly smiling, "as you play those, kinda vibrate your fingers? Jesus." He sighed, shaking his head.
He held his hand to his cheek, "high E string", you looked down to your fingers. Seeing as he pointed to it, "this one" you pressed your ring finger to it. "Back to the third string", he watched as you pressed your finger to the string. After twenty minutes of laughter, confusion, his fingers touching yours to move them where they needed to be moved, you somewhat got it down.
He nodded his head with a smile, "you got it" he nodded while you played through what you remembered. "Yes!" He spoke loudly as you laughed, "twenty minutes to learn five seconds of the song!" You thrusted your fist into the air while he laughed loudly, "atta' girl" there was that same feeling that created goosebumps on your skin.
"Okay," you smiled while sitting up, "your turn" you smiled sweetly as his smile dropped and looked to you. "Show me how it's done, rock star." You said, gently raising the guitar as he grabbed it from you. "You should hook it up, though..." Eddie didn't know why he was so shy in playing the song. Maybe it's because he thought he'd mess up, or because you'd somewhat find a way to judge him how he looked when he played.
He stood up, strapping the band around his neck and shoulders while leaning down to his amp and plugging it in. He used the tip of his shoe to click on the amp, hearing the ringing through the room. "Baby next door" you whisper while he leaned down, you watched as he turned it up. "It's nine, it'll fall back asleep." You pushed your body until your back hit the headboard, crossing your legs as he gently strummed on the guitar.
He took a deep breath, glancing up while seeing your wide smile and starry eyes. A blush rose to his cheeks, "you want me to sing?" Eddie heard you asked, "no promises I'm any good" you pushed yourself up, sitting on your knees, feeling your thighs stick together. "Be my guest, hotshot." You looked around the room, seeing a half empty plastic water bottle and you grabbed it.
The second his fingers started to strum, you lost all sense of yourself. You felt as if you had been floating above his bed while your eyes were glued to the fingers that moved along the strings. He looked back up to you, seeing that look before you had rose the plastic to your mouth as if it had been a microphone. "She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky" your voice tried its hardest to mimic Axl Rose's voice.
"Now and then when I see her face she takes me away to that special place and if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry." You swayed your body from left to right while lightly bobbing your head. "Whoa, oh, oh, sweet child o' mine." Eddie laughed loud from your singing, a wide smile making his cheeks hurt while you paused to let him play before gasping. "She's got eyes of the bluest skies and if they thought to rain, I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain." You gasped loudly once Eddie's voice mixed in with yours, "yes! He can sing!" You yelled, pushing up on your knee's as he laughed. "Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide. And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by." Yours and Eddie's voices mixed, yours slightly lower to hear his voice, which by far would have you on your knees with your hair tied up in a pony tail.
"Get it, get it..." you spoke, biting the tip of your tongue as he hit the first solo, puckering his lips while now he felt as if he could really get into it. "Sweet child O' mine."
Your neck moved to the sound of his voice while you nodded your head fast as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, body playfully leaning back. Hair thrown as you yell out a sweet laugh, you sit in anticipation for the part. Goosebumps littered your warm skin while your heartbeat picked up once seeing how into it he was, hearing how it sounded exactly as the recording, watching his fingers move at lighting speed.
"Where do we go? Where do we go now? Where do we go? Ooh, oh, where do we go now?" Eddie and yours voice's sung lowly, water bottle still in front of your mouth, body weight still pressed on your knee's you stood on. Hand holding out in front of you, yelling along to the part of the song, Eddie had the background vocals, "ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay..."
"Where do we go now," your tone rose while you threw your head to the side. "Where do we go now?" You paused to watch him. Loud music that he was making was practically making the walls shake in his bedroom. "Sweet child, sweet child... of mine..." Eddie's strumming slowed to a stop as you breath out and let your body fall to the mattress.
"That was the best thing, that has ever happened." You told Eddie who kicked the tip of his shoe to the amp turning it off and unplugging the cord from the guitar, hanging it back up as he leaned back against his dresser. "Was it everything you imagined?" He joked, leaning his body forward before leaning back with a smile seeing your body laid as if you'd just been fucked, hard. "Honestly, I think I creamed my pants" Eddie couldn't have a fast enough reaction before you spoke again. "Have you heard Guns N' Roses new Rocket Queen?" Eddie heard you ask while he rose his eyebrows, "on the radio, haven't bought the tape yet." You gasp while sitting up, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed and scooting to it.
He was feet away from you, "listen to me carefully," Eddie rose his eyebrows while you licked your lips. "You learn that, I'll sing it for you." He's only ever heard the radio dubbed version, "I'll put it on my list" you pulled your lip between your teeth gently. "Seriously, Eddie." He looked back down to you while you leaned your body weight on your hands. "Honestly speaking," he nodded his head slowly, reading to hear any critique you had for him. "Nothing has ever turned me on more."
You found his eyes again once glancing away, something about not feeling all that shy anymore. "Seriously?" He asked, not believing a word you said. "110%."
"I will definitely move Rocket Queen to the top of my list then," he joked, you laughing quietly at his response. His eyes glazed down your body again, "is that a new skirt?" He asked while you glanced down to it. Seeing as it rose up your thighs, barely covering your underwear. He expected you to fix the length, but you looked back to him. "Got it during Christmas time but it's finally warm enough." He slowly nodded his head, "I like it" he told you.
You leaned forward, arm out while your fingers grabbed the top of his belt buckle. He let you pull him towards you until he was between your legs, he slowly licked his lips while you tilted your head to the side, looking up to him through your painted eyelashes. "You're gawking again..." he spoke softly while you tried to hide the smile on your lips.
"What can I say," your hand was still holding onto the front of his jeans, feeling the tuff of hair lining down his stomach on the top of your fingers while you leaned your body backwards, Eddie falling with you while he caught himself on his hands beside your head. "I have a thing for guitarists" Eddie looked to your lips, then back to your eyes while you spread your legs wider, pressing your feet into his calves while you pushed his hair away from his eyes.
"I couldn't see you over there, I can now" Eddie glanced away briefly before you held your fingers to his chin. "Don't look away, I like looking at you." Feeling the hair he shaved the night before start to grow back, he found your eyes again while he tried to hide the deep breath he took. You had a new look in your eyes and once Eddie saw it you felt it yourself how his jeans tightened around his cock.
"Don't give me that look" Eddie spoke under his breath, "what look?" You asked, trying to hide the smile on your lips. Eddie licked his lips before his face disappeared beside yours, "the innocent, good girl look, because I know you. And I know you're far from a good girl." You couldn't see his face, and he couldn't see yours but your legs had tightened around his hips and he rose his head. Instantly meeting his lips with yours and you breathed into the kiss.
It was soft at first, as if he wasn't sure how he wanted to kiss you. A gentle kiss to your lips before his head slightly pulled back and lips parted, meeting in with yours as you could feel his bottom lip in yours. His left hand found your exposed thigh, feeling the cold of his rings on your skin and your hips rolled instinctively into the embrace.
He rolled over onto his back, arm wrapped around your hips to pull you with him. You let him pull you over him, back arching while your core was pressed to the hard cock under you. Slowly rolling your hips into the kiss while his hands gripped the back of your thighs, squeezing just enough to feel a sting where his rings caught your skin.
He removed his right hand from the back of your thigh to push your skirt up and over your hips, flipping the material while he pulled his hand away and harshly slapped at your skin. He heard the moan, felt the moan against his lips as your body jolted forward and your hand held the side of his face. Lips pulling away from his and moving to the side of his mouth. You slowly pull away, looking to him as he tilted his head to the side, waiting for you to respond to his action.
"What?" He dared while you slowly shut your eyes before feeling his lips kiss to the side of your mouth. Pushing your hair away from your face, kissing your jaw, then using his hands to push you further up his body. You felt his lips kiss your neck, then lower, then lower as he slowly urged your body forward. As he was moving your body forward, his hands laced between your skin and your underwear, hands pushing them down slowly the farther he moved you up.
Your back was still slightly arched as you felt him lick from the top of your breast to under your chin. Holding the back of your neck quickly while you leaned down to embrace him into another dirty kiss. Tongue instantly in your mouth while you moaned into the feeling.
He licked his tongue under yours slowly while you circled yours around his. Mouth open while his hips bucked at the feeling. You slowly pulled away from the kiss, "Jesus Christ" he breathed while he quickly grabbed your hips, lifting the both of you up so he would be laying diagonal on his made bed. Head on the pillows while you sat on your knee's, "c'mon, baby..." he urged while holding your ass under your skirt.
You looked down to him as he squeezed your skin, tilting his head back while you were pushed forward before you could respond. Eddie pulling his body weight by the top of your thighs to go lower as you lifted your knee's so they'd wrap around his shoulders.
He pushed the skirt up, kissing the inside of your thigh. "This okay?" He asked, eyes finding yours while you nodded your head. Suddenly too afraid to speak while the fabric fell over his face after showing you a smile. Underwear kicked off somewhere in the position change.
You held your hands to the headboard, Eddie's hands pushing you down as you felt his nose rub against your clit and you took in a sharp breath. Not because it felt good, but because you were sat on top of Eddie Munson's face.
You felt his lips kiss your slit and he finally noticed how wet you actually were, a soft chuckle fell past his lips as he tilted his chin down, spreading your folds with his tongue and instantly you held your breath and leaned forward, hands squeezing the wood hard while his head moved slowly along with his movements.
His chin was instantly soaked, now believing you when you said it had turned you on like no other. Thinking that you became this wet, because of something so simple he had done.
He gripped your hips harshly, fully seated on his face with your thighs wrapped around his head as he sucked on your clit. You gasped, hips rolling slowly at the feeling while leaning forward. Holding your forehead to the cold wood that supported his bed. "Keep doing that" Eddie told you, it coming out muffled while you had sat up straighter and felt his tongue widen while you rolled your hips.
His hands reached out above him, feeling up the tight white shirt before hands grabbed your tits and he squeezed harshly. A moan escaping from your throat making his hips buck gently again. Raising his feet to brace on the mattress while you had leaned back, holding your body weight on the top of his thighs while he pulled you in closer for him., still grinding your hips against his face.
He focused most of his attention on your clit, sucking, licking, kissing. Anything he could to get any sort of reaction from you. You felt your torso tighten and you sat up fast, hands reaching to steady yourself on the headboard while your hips rolled faster, Eddie losing contact from his lips being wrapped around that bundle of nerve while he wrapped his arms around your hips, holding you as steady as he could while he felt his head being squeezed from your thighs wanting to shut.
"Eddie, fuck- fuck me." You whispered, not meaning it literal while your head leaned forward. "I'm gonna' cum" you announced and somehow he did something that felt even better. You felt yourself get hot against his touch, jaw gaped open and you whined loudly. Sounding as if you squeaked, you rested your head against the headboard again while your legs trembled once you felt your orgasm ripple through your body.
The euphoric feeling that had only lasted seconds before, now felt like hours of that tightening feeling in the pit of your stomach. Before you could react, you bit down hard on the wood of the headboard. Feeling as if your teeth would crack if you bit down any harder. His hands squeezed the top of your thighs where the skin met at your hips, rubbing them soothingly as he licked twice more against you. Each time your body convulsing with sensitivity.
If he could, he'd have you like this whenever he possibly could. "Okay, okay, okay... Eddie, okay..." You spoke in a high tone, Eddie pulled away with a smack once wrapping his lips back around your clit after you came, pushing the skirt back over his head as he saw your head slightly bobbing. Lips parted and eyes shut while your eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
He glanced up to where your hands were bracing yourself, lifting his to grab ahold of your right one while he interlaced it into his. When your eyes opened, you were met with the teeth marks on his headboard.
You gasped quietly, hand slapping to your mouth. "Huh?" He asked as you fell off of him, leg crossed under the other while your eyes found his, then looked back to the marks as he sat up and turned.
Eddie felt like he was on the verge of cumming the entire time, but once seeing the teeth marks in the headboard, then your post-cum look on your face, the sweet-tangy taste still on his tongue and lips. He took a deep breath before turning to you, "atta' fuckin' girl."
AU: Fake Dating. Prompt: It’s my high school reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me + personal plot request
Characters: Spencer Reid x reader
Gender: Any/Neutral Triggers: None Words: 1,288
You sighed to yourself as Derek left your office. Of course he had an important meeting on the day of your reunion. The thought of cancelling crossed your mind. But you knew that if you didn’t go, the others would start rumors about why. You needed to go. To show them that you were successful. You didn’t need a date, but it would have made it so much better to see their faces fall seeing that you had succeeded so much more than they did.
You leaned back in your chair, sighing, then shot up at the idea that popped into your head. Rising and leaving your office you looked around for the young genius who could be your saving grace. Seeing him standing in from of the case billboard you approached him slowly.
“Spence?” you said quietly, not wanting to startle him.
Turning he smiled at you “Hey y/n”
“Uh…listen I wanted to ask you something, a favor kind of. But you can say no” you said, gaining his attention.
Turning fully towards you he squinted “Okay, what is it?”
“Uh, I have a school reunion coming up in a few days and I kind of wanted a date to come with me to pretend to be my boyfriend…. Derek was gonna go but he has a meeting in D.C.”
“Oh, Um, I guess I could go” he said
“Really?! Oh wait, I forgot to mention…it’s kind of in England…” you trailed off “Probably should have mentioned that first”
“You went to high school in England?”
“Yeah, well they don’t really have high school, it’s just called secondary school, but it’s basically the same thing”
He just nodded his head “Okay”
“Okay? No questions? No ifs, and’s, or buts? Not even wandering why I need a fake boyfriend?”
“No, I get it, to show people your happier than they thought you would be. It’s pretty common actually. Besides, I’ve never been to one, a high school reunion, I never went to mine so it would be cool to see one, even if it’s in England”
You stared at him, in mild surprise “Great, um so I’ll call the travel agency and have Derek’s ticket changed to your name and I’ll bring it to you tomorrow!” You said excited at you ran back to your office.
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The plane ride was decent enough, long, but fine. After arriving in your hotel, that you made sure had double beds, you and Reid immediately went to sleep, it was a long flight and you two were too tired to go exploring. But the next morning was nice, you and Reid managed to go have breakfast, and you showed Reid some of your old favorite places to hang out. That evening was the reunion and you were definitely nervous.
“You okay?” Reid asked as you nervously checked over your outfit again
“Huh? Oh fine, I just…I didn’t get along with a lot of people at my school, they thought I was too smart for my own good and they were always convinced I would never become as successful as I hoped”
“But you did right?” he asked approaching you “You’re one of the U.S’s top linguistics experts and you work with the FBI as a profiler, I would say that’s pretty successful” he said encouragingly.
You smiled at him “Me too”
As you approached the building you started fidgeting with your hands. Looking down Reid noticed and slipped his hand into yours. A comforting action, but it still made your heart pound.
After getting your name tag you wandered into the old cafeteria, looking around you immediately recognized a lot of people, they more or less all looked the same. You wondered if anyone would recognize you.
Your question was answered when you heard your named gasped out “Y/n!?”
Turning you smiled “Hannah!” you said as she approached you, a women following her close behind. Running forward she engulfed you in a hug “Oh my god, how are you?”
“I’m great how are you, and who is this?” Hannah asked seeing Reid behind you, who seemed only slightly uncomfortable
“Oh this is Spencer Reid, my boyfriend” the word left your mouth so casual Reid barely caught it, but it still made his heart jump “Reid this is Hannah, she was my best friend when I went here”
“It’s nice to meet you Reid this is Josie, my wife” she said bringing the women that was standing behind her forward.
“Hi!” you said shaking her hand.
“Well well well” you froze at the still familiar voice. You and Hannah shared a mutual look.
i hope girls with thick thighs and big stomaches, arms, legs, and stretch marks know that they are loved and appericiated, and i hope the girls who are a bit more bigger and who don’t fit into the stereotype of thick thighs and slim waist and big chest, know that they are appericiated as well, and i hope they all love themselves too bc they should, y'all are great and too beautiful for this world
What “strong female character” was supposed to mean: female character that is given the same depth afforded to male characters and her role in the story is not reduced to mere love interest
What Hollywood execs think it means: female character that punches stuff and doesn’t have a love interest, hashtag feminism
Honestly I’m a little tired of the abortion discussion centering around child raising and such. Like, if I got pregnant today, and someone offered to adopt the child and pay for my medical bills and everything, I still would have an abortion? You know why? Because I don’t want to be pregnant. I don’t want to put my body through that for nine months. And I don’t want to risk my life in childbirth. Fact is no one will be able to do that for me, so untimately it’s my choice and that’s all there is to it.
I might lose some followers but this is so important to me. I’m a mother, I’ve been through pregnancy and labor, and friends let me tell you- that shit is HELL. No one should be forced to go through that. Ever. Abortion is a right. Periodt.
does anyone else feel like they constantly have to justify everything they do? Iike I’m always mentally preparing a reason behind everything just in case anyone was to question it.
