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[marslikestowrite]

Masterlist

Fluff: 🌙

Smut: 🌕

Angst: 🌑

CALL OF DUTY:

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Poison. 🌕🌙

Marvel:

Matthew Murdock (Daredevil):

It’s Okay, I’ve got you. 🌙 🌑

Norman Osborn (Green Goblin):

Out in the cold. 🌕

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

That’s my kind of night. (A SERIES.) 🌙

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[marslikestowrite]

Poison

[3.7k Words]

18+

MASTERLIST

Summary: After not seeing your boyfriend for quite a long time, you think of a fun surprise for when he comes home. 

Warnings: p in v sex, afab, lingerie, smutty smut, reader and Ghost being adorable at the end. NOT PROOF READ. 

A/N: This fic was inspired and has lyrics from the song ‘Poision’ by Alice Cooper. Enjoy! <3

Too damn long. That’s all you could think of as you await your boyfriend’s arrival back to where the two of you share an apartment. You had only been together for three weeks before he left. Three may seem like too little to be living together, but when you found out he was staying in shady motels between missions, you persuaded him to move into the spare bedroom in your apartment since he wasn’t comfortable with sharing a bed quite yet. You are as city as city gets. You work in a coffee shop about two blocks away from your place, and were completely oblivious to what was happening with the CIA until you met Ghost a few months back. He came in alone. Ordering just a singular large black coffee. The same order every single day, for 3 weeks. During those weeks, your affiliation with the mysterious masked man grew bigger, until it developed into a friendship, and then more. He came completely clean to you once you asked him out. He told you everything, well, what he could tell you at least. You accepted him, you welcomed him with open arms, you didn’t see him as a monster. You were a spitfire. Not taking bullshit from anyone. Crappy customer? Fuck them, you don’t need their measly 5 dollars. Asshole in the grocery store taking too long with their coupons? Tell them off. That’s what Ghost loved about you. Your ability to not take shit from anyone, and though he didn’t show it, your attitude absolutely wrecked his ability to think. You turned his insides to a big mushy puddle. 

You and Ghost hadn’t done anything sensual apart from you sitting on his lap watching a movie, and you kissing his cheek. He was very.. Not used to physical affection, and you were willing to take it slow. He craved your affection deep inside however. He couldn’t figure out how to show it. You figured this out not long before he left after you kissed his balaclava covered cheek and you saw him moving his head to chase after your kiss. He wasn’t very subtle. So here you are, sitting on the couch watching some stupid Rom-Com wrapped in a gray bath robe with a brand new set of black-lace lingerie that you had bought recently. You thought you looked rather hot in it, and you hoped Ghost felt the same, it was all for him anyways. He didn’t tell you when he was going to arrive, only that it was today. You sat on that couch as hours rolled by. 8 am. 11 am. 2 pm.  6 pm. You eventually got up from the couch to make some food, and once you got the cup-o-noodles out of the cupboard, you heard the door unlock. It took you a moment to register, before you were sprinting to the door. There you saw your 6’4 hunk of a man standing clad in his camouflage and skull mask. You raced towards him, and caught him off guard while he was still turned around, embracing him in a massive bear hug. His hands met yours around his waist caressing them for a moment before turning around in your vice grip. “Looks like someone missed me.” He teased, as you let out an annoyed huff.

“You know I did.” You quipped back, staring up at him with a smile. You reached up to take off his skull mask, but leaving his balaclava on, and in replace of the mask, you left a soft kiss on his cheek. You let go of him, letting him take off his tactical gear and boots, watching him however while he does.

“You’ll stare a hole through me.” He says without looking up at you as he unties his boots. “Fine fine, sorry. I guess I won’t give you your surprise then.” 

That immediately got his attention.

“Oh?” He questioned, a smirk working its way onto your lips. “Go change big boy, then I’ll give it to you.” You didn’t miss the pep in his step as he made his way over to his room to change, the door closing abruptly and the sound of quickly pulled zippers could be heard, making you chuckle. You hoped you wouldn’t cross any boundaries with what you were about to do. However if Ghost didn’t like what was going on, you knew he’d let you know. After a couple minutes, Ghost made his way out, and you motioned him to the couch. You could see his facial expression change to a confused one under the balaclava as he walked over to the couch, sitting down. You stared at him for a moment, looking him dead in the eyes in complete silence as you thought everything over quickly one last time. One look, could kill. 

He didn’t know what was going on, but he figured it might be serious based on the expression on your face. You took a deep breath, untying the robe, and dropping it to the floor, a now embarrassed look on your features. Ghost could not believe it. His eyes widened and he sat there stunned. The black lace didn’t leave much for imagination, the way it cupped your breasts, pushing them up a little, and the way the lace at the bottom barely covered your core. It was a basic set, a bra and panties. You didn’t want to get anything too fancy, in case you scared him off. Say something, anything, please. He remained silent, his eyes looking you up and down, his mouth agape just a little. You didn’t miss the way he shifted on the couch, clearly uncomfortable.

“Simon?” You asked, a bit scared now at the lack of talk from the other.

“For me?” He finally speaks up, shocking you as you give him a slight nod. “Bloody hell you’ll kill me.” He whispers to himself, however despite the silence in the room, you hear him. A smirk appears on your face, as you move to situate yourself right on his lap. Right on his growing bulge. His breath hitches, as he white knuckles the side of the couch.

My pain, your thrill.

You wrap your arms around his neck, staring down into his gorgeous blue eyes. His pupils dilate just a smidge as he makes eye contact with you. He still hasn’t touched you though. He feels as though he can’t. As though he’ll taint you if he touches your porcelain skin.

I wanna love you but I better not touch. I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop.

You see the hesitance as he fights himself, hands still clutching the couch next to you. You remove your hands from his neck, and trace them down his arms, all the way to his hands, gently taking them away from the couch, and placing them on your hips. His muscles tense as he lightly grips the flesh of your hips, clearly new to this type of feeling. No, he wasn’t a virgin. He had his fair share of one night stands between missions just to feel, but this, this was different. There were no feelings with the other women. There are only feelings for you, with you. You moved your mouth towards his covered ear.

“Relax.” You coo, and as if on command, he breaths, and his whole body goes lax. “I’m yours Simon, you can touch me.” And as if he was given a command, his hands move from your hips, up to your shoulders, down your forearms, to your hands, back up to your shoulders and down your rib cage, to your thighs that were straddling his hips. It’s like he was committing your body to memory, all while his gaze didn’t leave yours. However something felt off. Like he needed to do something. He wanted to kiss you. Actual kiss, not a kiss on the cheek, not a peck, a kiss. He felt the primal urge to. He hasn’t yet, and it feels wrong. So wrong.

I wanna kiss you but I want it too much.

He didn’t know how to ask, he didn’t know what to say. He was still taken aback by your “surprise”. (Not that he was opposed to it.) He figured the best way was to slowly lift the bottom of his balaclava up, revealing his nose and lips. Your eyes brightened up as you realized what he wanted. You nodded softly, and he took the opportunity to seize your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. His lips were rough, but he tasted sweet, a perfect contrast. His lack of experience was evident, but you loved it even so. Apparently he was too, because you felt him growing against your thigh. I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous, poison.

He didn’t know how to describe your kiss. Addictive was what it was. He couldn’t get enough. He could sit here for hours upon end and just kiss you. His hands moved to gently grab and knead at your ass, making a whine exit your throat, and into the kiss. He needed to hear more. More, more, more. That’s all he could describe this growing feeling. More of you. You didn’t know how long you two had been kissing. 5 minutes? 10? 20? An hour? It had turned into a steamy makeout session, your mouths molding together, as you grasp at every part of each other. Your mouth, so hot.

He couldn’t let go, he couldn’t stop. It was addicting. You were addicting. Like a drug, one he doesn’t want to quit. He doesn’t understand how you make him feel this way. He’s normally composed, stoic, intimidating. You however, make him a mess.

Your web. I’m caught. 

He finally decided to break the kiss, however he wasn't done yet. His lips traveled across your cheeks, and slowly down the side of your neck. He searched for that spot, and he was determined to find it. To make you squirm. To make you make those gorgeous noises again. He wanted it. He needed it. Your breath hitched as he peppered feather light kisses over your collarbone. Bingo. He found it. He smirked against your neck, before attacking that spot with nips and sucks. And squirm you did, just like he thought. Your hips rose slightly from his lap, as your eyes squeezed shut, and your hands gripped his shoulder. Pitiful whines and soft moans escaped your lips as he continued his assault on your sensitive spot. Addictive. He couldn’t get enough of your gorgeous noises. Once he finished his assault on one side, he looked at the mark he left, and the only thought in his mind was; Mine. He moved to the other side and started to suck on that same spot, gaining the same ministrations from you. He then worked up the sides of your neck until you were covered in purple and blue splotches.

“Mine.” He muttered against your neck. You didn’t know what got into him. You didn’t think he’d act this.. Aggressive and possessive. You weren’t complaining though. You had broken a sweat, your chest heaving as he finally gave you a breather as he studied the marks he had left behind.

Your skin, so wet. Black lace, on sweat.

You looked gorgeous as you sat there on his lap. Your breathing heavy, the sweat glistening on your forehead, the lingerie, the marks. Absolutely stunning.

“Can’t believe you're all mine.” He said, caressing your hips. His pants were unbelievably tight, and he needed out of them soon. Turns out you could read his mind.

“Are you gonna take me to bed Simon? Or are you just gonna keep bruising me up? Not that I’m complaining.” You cooed with a smirk, making his breath hitch, before he grunted.

“Oh, I’ll take you to bed alright, don’t you worry.” He said, a smirk plastered on his face as the balaclava still lay above his nose.

I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.

He abruptly picked you up, hands underneath your thighs as you squeal, clinging to him for dear life. God he was strong. He carried you over to your room, not his room, your room. It made your heart melt a little bit, he was comfortable being in your space now. He gently laid you down on the bed, before taking off his shirt and crawling over the top of you, leaning down and capturing your lips into another passionate kiss. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders, nails gently digging into the flesh, leaving 5 pink blotches on each of his shoulder blades, and earning a groan from the man. He broke away from the kiss, your lips chasing him instinctively. He smirked, and looked into your eyes, all he could see was pure love, need and desire. Someone needed him. He slowly moved his hand down towards your core, leaving goosebumps in his trail. His index finger hooked into the side of your panties, as he looked back up at you, a questioning look on his features.

“Can I?” He whispered.

“Please.” 

He pulled them down, and threw them across the room where his discarded shirt lay. He was eye level with your core, making you quite embarrassed, as you tried to squeeze your thighs shut. He didn’t let you however, he hooked his arms underneath your thighs to hold them spread apart. You were trusting him with your vulnerability, your innocence, your everything. His breath fanned across your pussy, making you shiver, and emitting a pitiful whimper.

“Simon please, stop teasing.”

“With pleasure, love.” 

Don’t wanna touch you but you’re under my skin. 

He dove into you, devouring you like he was a starved man, and this was his last meal. He didn’t give you a chance to comprehend anything before moans were torn from the back of your throat. Your eyes closed, and you tried to close your thighs again, but his grip around them was too strong, and so you gave up, body going limp, writhing from the pleasure your Simon was giving you. Your senses were heightened, you could avidly feel the way his nose was rubbing against your clit, the way the fabric of his balaclava rubbed against your skin, the way his rough hands kneaded at the flesh of your thighs the way he was groaning into you as if eating you out gave him pleasure. You were growing close, oh so close.

“Simon- Simon I-“ You tried to warn him. You were sure he could feel your core clenching around his tongue. You were starting to tip over the edge, before he pulled away, yanking you from your delicious approaching orgasm. You whined, tears building up in your eyes as you looked down at him, only to see him smirking up at you, your slick covering his mouth.

“Watch me. If you look away even once you won’t be cumming.” His voice dropped a tone, and if you could get any wetter, you just did. He moved his head back down, and continued his assault on you. His tongue flicked your clit every once and a while, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. You couldn’t stop moaning. Maybe it was the constant eye contact you were keeping with him, or maybe it was the effort he was putting in. It just felt so damn good. You felt it approaching you once more, Ghost could feel it, and he could see it on your face. He pulled away, but his fingers rubbed against your clit so he wouldn’t waste your orgasm.

“I want you to say my name while you cum. I want everyone in this damn complex to know you’re off limits.” He said possessively, before lowering his head back to your core. You felt it building, the glass was close to tipping. 

“Simon I-“ His tongue flicked at your clit, causing your hips to jerk, and the glass to tip over.

“Simon!” You repeated his name like a praise. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, your vision went blurry, and your senses were heightened as Simon drank up everything you gave him. He rode you through your high until you were whining out that it was too much. 

“You still with me?” He questioned, his hand gently rubbing your face.

“Barely.” You chuckled, looking up at him as he wiped an arm over his mouth. Your eyes trailed down lower until you found what you were looking for. One of your hands followed suit. Gently cupping his clothed cock, you look up at him seeing his eyes squeezed tightly shut, and his shoulders tense. You felt bad, he’s been constricted all this time, so you decided to help him out. Your hand moves to unbutton his jeans, unzip, and pull them down. You then tuck your hands in the waistband of his boxers, looking up at him for approval, expecting to see his eyes still shut. However you’re completely wrong, he is staring at you directly, his ocean blue eyes gazing straight into you. He nods, and you pull his boxers down, helping him step out of them. You move to situate him on the bed, getting down on your knees in front of him.

“Love, as much as I would love to, not right now, I need to be inside you.” His voice sounded like he was begging, and you absolutely loved it. You nodded, moving to situate yourself straddling his lap, your core settling just over the tip of his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as he waited for you to lower yourself. You were hesitating. He was big, and you were nervous. You initiated this, you bought the lingerie. Ghost saw your hesitation, and he wanted to help. He moved his hands to gently caress your hips, and he moved his lips to yours, enrapturing you in a gentle kiss. His hands gently moved you down, the tip of his cock entering you, a squeak leaving your throat into the kiss. He kept slowly moving you down, until you were fully seated on his dick, making you a squirming mess. He broke the kiss, keeping his covered forehead against your own. 

“Relax.” He whispered. After a few minutes you calmed down, and began slowly dragging yourself up his shaft, letting yourself sit just at the tip, before moving back down. You moaned loud, and the guttural groan Simon let out was hot. You continued slowly moving up and down, until you set a pace, bouncing up and down, your lingerie clad breasts bouncing with your ministrations. (The skimpy fabric doing not much to hold your boobs.) “That’s it. Atta’ Girl.” He cooed. You locked eyes with him, and his eyes were glazed over with pure devotion and lust. Past the black paint surrounding his eyes, and the balaclava covering his face. You saw a kind man. A man that would give you the whole world if you asked for it. You moved your head forward, capturing him in another kiss. He flipped you over so you were laying on your back, and your legs were around his waist so he could enter deeper into you, all while not breaking the kiss. You broke it however when he hit a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars, and throwing your head back. “Yes! Yes Simon- Right-” You were cut off by a high pitched moan as he began to thrust harder into that spot. Anything to hear your gorgeous noises.

“Yes.. Take it. Fuck- I love you.” It might have been the heat of the moment. But Simon hadn’t told you those three words yet. It took a moment to register in yours, and in his brain. His thrusts stopped as he registered what he said, and his eyes screamed all his emotions. He was terrified. He was afraid to love someone because they always ended up getting hurt, or hurting him. He also thought he said it too soon. You however acted completely differently. You started up at him, a drunk smile on your face and your eyes glazed over with love. Your hand reached up to cup his face, and he leaned into it.

“Simon.. I love you too.” His facial expression completely changed. You couldn’t see much, but you knew he was happy. He leaned down and kissed you ever so gently, as if he wasn't seated to the hilt inside you, as if you would break. Once he pulled away, you reached out and held his cheeks. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” You repeated, staring directly at him, and he grinned, a legitimate smile, before burying his face in your neck. He continued his previous ministrations, pulling out, and pushing back in. He was going slow this time. He was making love to you. He didn’t need to be possessive, or protective over you. He knew he had you. He was all you wanted. “Si.. I’m close.. In please..” You whispered in his ear. He knew, you knew he knew, however you just wanted to get him to talk. He pulled his head away from your neck, looking down at you, a nervous look in his eyes now.

“Are you sure..?” “I’m on the pill.. Si please, I need all of you.” He nodded. He understood you were vulnerable right now, and he wanted to take care of you. “Give it to me.. Please. Let me take care of you. Come for me.” He cooed softly, and as if on command, you were clutching onto him, and spasming around his cock. He kept thrusting into you after you reached your high, chasing his own. Not long after, he stilled. You were staring at the ceiling, a goofy smile on your face as he slowly pulled out. You felt the bed dip beside you, and strong arms wrapping around your waist, before your cheeks and neck were attacked with featherlight kisses, and then sweet, quiet mumbles of “I love yous”.

“Si-Si!” You giggled. “I gotta get cleaned up Si.. I don’t wanna get like.. A disease of something.” You laughed.

“I’ll clean you up in a moment. You’re not doing anything for the rest of the evening, but I just wanna hold you for a moment.” He said, feeling the fabric of his mask against your neck. Anything for him, even if it meant risking a yeast infection.

“I’m so glad you’re mine.” “I’m forever yours, Simon.”

[marslikestowrite]

It’s okay, I’ve got you.

Matt Murdock x Reader

TW: Abuse, SA, Domestic Violence

Masterlist

TW!! Abuse, Sexual Assault

Summary: You are in an abusive relationship, things get way out of hand, and you seek refuge with your best friend, Matthew Murdock.

A/N: I got inspired by a line from “Separate Ways” by Journey. Enjoy. :)

“If he ever hurts you, true love won’t desert you.”

You couldn’t stay, you had to get out. Your day had been absolutely amazing so far. It started off with Karen bringing donuts and coffee to the office, then Matt and Foggy getting more leads on a big case, and then the four of you had decided you were going to go out for drinks. You were home on time, knowing your boyfriend hated when you were late, and you had then picked out a nice outfit to go bar-hopping in. (Mid-drift shirt, and a pair of jean shorts.) Everything was fine until he saw your outfit. Then it was loud. Overbearingly loud. He screamed at you for what seemed like hours, his voice piercing your ears as tears welled up in your ducts. Then he started getting physical. Glass was shattered on the floor from a glass that based on his scent, was filled with whiskey. A spare shard had gotten stuck in your neck, and you felt blood trickling down your collarbone and onto the outfit that had gotten him so pissed off in the first place.

“You look like a fucking slut. Is that what you’re trying to be? Trying to go out with your stupid little co-workers and slut yourself out to the first man that looks at you?”

His degrading voice was engraved in your brain as his palm collided with your cheek. You cried out in pain, the tears finally spilling, as he slapped you again, yelling out more profanities and derogatory comments at you. Your cheek was sure to bruise. You couldn’t show up like this. You were supposed to meet them in 2 hours. You couldn’t show up like– like this. You stood near him shell shocked, crying in pain and still feeling the blood trickle down your neck.

“You want to be a slut? I’ll treat you like one damnit.” And the next thing you know his hands were on you. His hands grabbed you in places you did not want him touching. His hand had a bruising grip on your arm as he had his way with you with a smirk. You laid there in his bed, bruised and beaten, dried blood on your neck and chest, bruises littering your stomach, thighs, and neck. You had to leave. With whatever strength you had, you had to go. Go anywhere but here. He was out on the balcony of your shared apartment, having a smoke, and you decided this was your time. You got dressed into a T-Shirt and sweatpants to hide your bruises, before you quietly exited the bedroom, and then the front door. After that you ran. More like limped because of how sore and battered your body was, but it was as fast as you could go. You don’t know how, or when, but your body must have subconsciously made its way through Hell’s Kitchen, and towards Matt’s apartment. Truth be told, Matt heard you from 2 miles away. Your uneven breathing, the blood plastering itself against your neck, the way you winced everytime you breathed because of your cheek. He was pacing his apartment, waiting for you to arrive. He knew you were coming to him. You did indeed manage to limp your way to his place, and hoist yourself up the stairs. When you made it to the door, your hand had reached to knock, but the door swung open before you could, Matt standing there ‘staring’ at you. A breath hitched in his throat when he heard your breathing slow once you saw him.

“Matt..” You rasped quietly, voice hoarse from all your sobs, and as soon as you saw him, you couldn’t help but break down again, violent sobs ripping through your throat. He immediately hugged you, bringing you inside, and cradling you as you cried into his chest.

“Shh.. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He cooed gently, rubbing the back of your head. You didn’t smell– normal. To him, normal was your favorite scented perfume that was too strong for his enhanced smell at first, but he eventually got used to it, the smell now comforting him. To him, normal was the exact same scent as your perfume shampoo that he, surprisingly, could smell right now despite the overwhelming non-normal smell of alcohol, blood, and salty tears. He slowly led you to his couch, trying to make sure not to bump into anything, even though he knew the layout of his apartment like the back of his hand by now, but for your sake, he was gentle. He knew you needed him. He desperately wanted to know who hurt you, but he didn’t ask, for your sake.

“Matt–Matt I.. I’m sorry.” He couldn’t believe what came out of your mouth. You? Sorry? For what. By what it looks like, you had done nothing wrong.

“For.. For showing up out of nowhere. I–I’m so sorry I know we were supposed to go out and-and I probably am being a burden right now but–” He immediately cut you off with a gentle squeeze, still cradling you like a newborn child.

“You are not a burden. Please don’t ever feel that way.” He said gently, as you sniffled, and immediately went back to sobbing into his chest. He held you there, probably for about a good thirty minutes until your heartbeat finally slowed, and you finally lifted your tear-stained face from his chest.

“I was– I was getting ready to go out. You know.. We were going to go for drinks..” You started, Matt cocking his head to the side, letting you know he was listening as his hands ran absentmindedly through your hair.

“I picked out this amazing outfit.. I felt- I felt really good in it. My boyfriend, he– he came in after I got changed, and he got mad–really mad-” You felt yourself start to tremble again at the thought, your heartbeat getting faster once more as Matt gently shushes you.

“It’s okay, keep going, I’ve got you, you’re safe.” He reassured, as you nodded quietly, before returning to your story.

“He.. He started calling me names. Really not nice names. And then– then he– then he threw a bottle. A shard got in my neck.. I got it out- The bleeding stopped a bit ago..” You explained, bringing your hand up to feel the dried stream of blood from the glass shard you picked out on the way here.

“He then.. Oh god– Then he..” You couldn’t bring yourself to talk about what happened next, not in front of Matt. You felt embarrassed. Embarrassed at the fact that you are here, crying in your best friend, and co-worker’s arms over an abusive guy you couldn’t bring yourself to break up with. He always hurt you, but you kept telling yourself that it wasn’t him. He was just angry. You made him angry.

“You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to sweetheart.” He said in a hushed tone, the nickname rolling off of his tongue like it always had. That’s another thing. Your boyfriend absolutely despised Matt. The bond you and Matt shared always just pissed him off, especially when he figured out that you were going out alone with him.

“He touched me Matt.” You whispered, and you felt the passive aggressive way he tightened his arms around you. You winced at his grip, his arms digging into the bruises. He muttered a quick apology, before his hands drifted from your hair, to ghosting your face. You knew what he wanted to do, you just wanted to hear him ask to make sure.

“Can I?” He asked gently, almost as if his words could hurt you more than his hands. You hummed a quiet ‘yes’, as he gently pressed his palms against your cheeks, feeling the bruise on your left cheek. You knew he just wanted to assess your injuries. His hands slid from your bruised cheek, down to gently press against the cut on your neck, feeling all the bumps from the dried blood. He couldn’t help himself anymore. He knew your boyfriend hurt you, for quite a while actually, however he didn’t say anything because you didn’t say anything. He finally decided to speak up after what felt like centuries of him mapping out your injuries, making you a bit more insecure, but you knew he was just trying to help.

“You’re not going back to him. Y/N I won’t let you.” He started and you gripped his arm, seeing tears well up in your eyes again made his heart break. You started to try to object, but he cut you off.

“Foggy and I, we can– we’ll be your lawyers. We can take him to court for domestic violence– we can-” This time you cut him off.

“Matt.. Matt Please no. No court, please.” You begged him. As much as your boyfriend had hurt you, you couldn’t bring yourself to take him to court. You barely had the courage to leave after tonight's incidents. Matt heard your change in heart rate again, and sighed, running his hands through your hair, making you look into his eyes, though he couldn’t see you. That was another thing, he wasn’t wearing his glasses. His maple brown, warming eyes stared at you, looking like they were trying to scan your face, though they couldn’t. His brown, normally slicked back hair was disheveled, messy, though you couldn’t help but stare. You wanted to stare.

“We don’t have to press charges, but I won’t let you go back to him.” He wasn’t dropping that fact. Where would you go then? You had nowhere to live, your salary with Nelson and Murdock wasn’t exactly a lot, so you couldn’t afford another apartment. It made you realize how much you relied on him, and he knew it. You lived in his apartment, ate his groceries that he bought with his salary, you bought your clothes with his money. He had you wrapped around his finger. You relied on him.

“Matt– Matt where will I go? All my stuff is at his place. I have nothing–”

“You can live with me.”

Your breath hitched. Live with him? You could feel the blush rising to your cheeks, and Matt could too, but for your modesty, and what had just happened, he didn’t say anything. However what he did say was completely different from anything you would have ever imagined.

“Stay here with me. Let me treat you better. It sounds so selfish of me despite everything that just happened to you, but I want to treat you better. I want to wake up with you every morning, enjoy coffee in bed with you before work, and come home with you after. I guess what I’m trying to say is I want to love you, Y/N.” Matt said softly, brushing the stray tears that fell during his little confession off of your face. That is something you haven’t heard in a long time. ‘I love you’. He hasn’t said it to you in a year. You had never seen yourself being in a relationship with Matt, purely because he seemed way out of your league, and showed no attraction to you what-so-ever. You stared up at Matt, looking at his very kissable lips, but he thought you were about to cry.

“No, no no, sweetheart don’t cry.. I’m sorry-” You cut him off with a soft, yet very quick peck on the lips.

“I hope– I hope that’s enough to show how I feel about you. I really like you too. I can’t– I can’t fully say it yet, I need some time, but I want to be with you Matt.” You whispered, squeezing him tightly as a grin worked its way onto his face. He laid down, pulling you down with him, and onto his chest.

“Take all the time in the world, darling, I’ll always be here. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” He cooed, running his hands up and down the small of your back in a soothing motion. That night you had the best night sleep you’ve had in a while, despite the aches from the bruises, and all of your cuts. It was all Matt’s doing. He comforted you up until you fell asleep, and even then he stayed awake for a bit after to make sure you fully fell asleep. He had meant what he said. He was going to protect you with all he had. You were his now. His sweet angel.

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I would like to include that if anyone is suffering from domestic abuse to please call the domestic abuse hotline. [phone]) You are not alone.

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That’s My Kind Of Night

Part 3, And Final Part

Eddie Munson x Reader

Please read Part 1, and Part 2 to understand <3

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Summary: Eddie meets your parents, and you finally go on the anticipated date.

A/N: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE IT MEANS SO MUCH!! Please enjoy the final part. <3

The three days leading up to that Saturday evening were spent constantly hanging around Eddie at school, as well as phoning him all the time while at home. You both had called for hours talking about where your date should be and the finer details. Eventually you decided a picnic under the stars at lovers lake, and though you’ve never been there, it sounded absolutely wonderful. You eventually had to break the news to your parents, (seeing as you were constantly on the phone with Eddie, they wanted to know who it was) and you had basically gotten interrogated. Your mother was absolutely thrilled that you finally were going on your first date, your father however, was quite the opposite. He made you tell him everything about Eddie, how you met, (though you excluded the fight from this conversation) how he treated you, was he respectful, and stuff along those lines. Lets just say his shotgun was fully loaded that saturday night. 

The day had finally come, and you had picked out one of your nicer shirts, a yellowish orange long sleeve with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of jean black shorts. Indiana in September was still pretty warm, so you opted for shorts instead of normal jeans. That was this morning, and you hadn’t come out of your room since then, too nervous to leave. The time was now 5:45, and you were getting impatient. Your brain was tired of running through scenarios, and you had already re-done your mascara 4 times. The bell rang, and you wondered if that was him. He was five minutes early, and probably just as giddy as you. You had warned him that your dad would most like interrogate him before you both had left, and that’s probably why he wanted to get here a bit early. You practically ran down the stairs, and to the door, composing yourself first before opening it. There stood Eddie in all his glory. He still wore his leather jacket, with the black coat underneath, and his black ripped jeans. However his hellfire shirt was replaced with a plain black shirt, and his normally frizzy hair was a bit more tamed. He had put effort into his appearance for you, and that made you grin. You realized you had been staring for a little too long, however Eddie was too.

“Wow- I uhm. You look gorgeous.” He mustered out with a smile, his big brown doe eyes drinking in all of you.

“Cut it Munson, don’t go all sappy on me now.” You teased, earning a laugh before you grabbed his hand and drug him inside the house.

“Mama!! Papa! Eddies here!” You called, leading him to the living room. He smiled at you, knowing you’ve absolutely talked him up to your parents. Your mother walked in first, and immediately gave Eddie a big hug.

“You must be Eddie! Y/N has said so many wonderful things about you!” She said, pulling away with a big smile.

“That’s me, ma’am. It’s so nice to meet you.” Eddie said with a smile, before locking eyes with your father as he walked into the room. You could tell he tensed up a bit, and the fact that you had told him how your father could be probably didn’t help either.

“Eddie Munson?” Your dad asked, extending his hand out for a hand shake.

“Yes sir.” Eddie replied, grasping your dad’s hand, and shaking it.

“Pleasure to meet ya’. Why don’t we sit down, yeah?” He asked, and Eddie nodded, words caught in his throat. You sat down next to him on the couch, as your dad sat down on a lone chair, your mom standing next to him. Eddie placed a hand on your thigh, and knowing he needed a teensy bit of comfort, you placed your hand on top of his, intertwining your pinkies. You looked up at him with a gentle smile, and he however had a goofy grin on his face. Your father cleared his throat, before speaking.

“So, I heard that yeh’ both are going to the lake?” He asked, though you knew his question was directed at Eddie.

“Yes sir. Lovers lake, it’s probably a 20 minute drive.” He responded, earning a nod from your dad.

“How long will both of you be out?” He asked once more.

“I’ll have her home by ten-sharp, sir.” Eddie said with a smile. You had told your dad Eddie had great manners, and he was really living up to that.

“A’right then. You two have fun then. Keep her safe, absolutely no inappropriate touching, and 10 on the dot.” He said laughing, your face heating up just a bit.

“Papa!” You whined, shooting him a glare as Eddie and him laughed in unison.

“Jus’ Teasing sweetheart. Go have fun.” He smiles, as Eddie and you both stand up, and you lead him back to the door.

“And son?” Your dad asks one more time, as Eddie turns around.

“Yes sir?” Eddie responds, a bit nervous again.

“Love the metal look. Go have fun.” Your dad says with a smile, shooing him off. The tooth rotting smiley grin that appeared on Eddie’s face was enough to make you weak in the knees. That was the most adorable thing you have ever witnessed.

“Thank you so much sir!” He says, his grin evident in his voice as he opens the front door for you, leading you both out to his van.

“So my dad loves you, great first impression.” You teased, elbowing him gently as you walked down the gravel walkway to his van.

“What can I say, I’m charming.” He teased back with a smirk, opening the passenger door for you as well.

“Eddie Munson keeping chivalry alive.” You laughed, as he shot you a quick wink, before hopping into the drivers seat. He started the van, before quickly but gently clasping onto your hand and bringing it to his lips, giving it a quick peck, making your face heat up once more.

“I know I already said it, but you indeed do look gorgeous.” He cooed, gently setting your hand back down, a goofy grin on his face at the way you reacted to the simple gesture.

“No snarky remarks for that one hm?” He egged himself on, earning a little slap to his thigh.

“Just shut up and drive Munson.”

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He had you absolutely whipped. Whipped for the way he laughed, whipped for the way he smiled, whipped for the way he treated you, whipped for the way he talked to you. You were absolutely hooked. You were the one that told him one date, but now you were also the one that craved more, craved his touch, his attention, his everything. You both had just arrived at the lake, and it was empty besides the two of you, and the ducks sitting quietly in the middle of the lake. You laid the blanket down against the grass, before he came out of the back of the van with a basket and cooler filled with all of your favorite snacks and drinks. If you weren’t head over heels enough.

“I made us some sandwiches, and i brought all your favorite snacks, candies, and sodas.” He said grinning, as he sat down with you on the blanket. He would never admit it, but the sandwiches took him

“You didn’t have to, Ed’s.. You’re so sweet.” You smiled, looking at him with a look of pure adoration.

“Oh no I absolutely had to. Only the best for the best.” He joked, wrapping his arm around you, and pulled you into his side, while reaching into the basket and pulling out a kitkat. He handed it to you, and you unwrapped it, before snapping it in half, keeping two pieces to yourself, and sharing the other two with Eddie. He smiled, opening his mouth, as you looked at him with a confused expression. He tapped his cheek with a finger, and you then understood. What a goof. You rolled your eyes, though you had a lovestruck grin on your face. You snapped one of the two pieces off of his kit kat, and gently putting it in his mouth, as he took a bite of it. After he finished chewing, he licked his lips, and gently gripped your wrist, placing a wet kiss to the back of your hand. There it was again, the same blush that sneaked it’s way onto your face when he did the same act in the van. You could have sworn you heard him mumble a quick ‘adorable’, but you thought your ears deceived you.

“You might kill me if you keep doing that. Don’t think your first impression with my dad would save you if you did.” You joked, taking a bite of your own kitkat, and resting your head on his shoulder.

“I can’t help it. Your nose scrunches up, and you get all blushy. I can’t stop, call it a guilty pleasure.” He teased, leaning his head against yours as you both started at the lake, watching the stars slowly start to come out.

“So, if I may ask, why did you suggest the lake? I know Hawkins is a small town, but you could have been basic and taken me to the movies.” You asked, genuinely curious as to why he went through all of this planning for you.

“Well, you only promised me one date, so I wanted to make the most of it. All the other boys want to wind you up and take you to the movies, or some basic place,” He started, turning his head to look you right in the eyes.

“But you deserve more. You deserve way more than a basic, half-asses date. Plus, you don’t look like a movie date person. You look like the person that likes to take it way out. Out in nature, where you have alone time. You know?” He finished, looking at you for any sign that you were weirded out, but he got something completely different. You had tears in your eyes.

“Oh no. No no no no.. Don’t cry, I’m so sorry if I made you upset.” He cooed. His voice was scared as he moved his hands to cradle your face, rubbing your cheeks and wiping at your tears.

“No.. Eddie you didn’t make me upset. I’m just happy. Really happy.” You sniffled, hugging him tightly. He let out a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back.

“You’re so.. so sweet. Where are the papers.” You laughed through tears, as he laughed with you, a bit confused though.

“What papers darling?” He cooed, running his fingers up your spine making you shiver.

“The girlfriend application papers. Where do I sign?” You giggled, wiping away your own tears.

“Hmm.. I don’t know.. I didn’t bring any papers.. A kiss on the cheek should suffice enough.” He grinned, trying to hide how happy he was. You crawled into his lap, holding his face in between your hands.

“How about a kiss somewhere else.. On the lips perhaps?” You asked, feeling his hands ghost your hips.

“Oh- I guess that uh- That works too. Are you sure though darling? It’s your first.. your first kiss. Are you sure you want it to be with me?” He asked, feeling a little unsure of himself. You frowned, and moved your face a teensy bit closer to his.

“Edward Munson,” You started, giggling at the way his nose scrunched up from hearing his full name come out of your mouth.

“I would love for my first kiss to be with you. You have me wrapped around your finger. You’re romantic, you treat me like I’m a queen, you’re sweet, gentle, and everything anyone could ever ask for. Please let my first kiss be you.” You plead, staring down into his eyes. That’s everything he needs to know, everything he wanted to hear. He smiles, and you take that as a yes, gently pressing your lips against his. You close your eyes, taking in the amazing feeling. His hands now press against your waist, as he moved his lips against yours in a guiding fashion. It was obvious you’ve never kissed anyone, your lack of experience was cute in Eddie’s eyes, and he wanted to help. He wanted to teach you, be the only one you’ll kiss. Eventually, he pulled away for air, but your lips chased after his, making him chuckle.

“Easy darling, we have lots of time for kissing tonight, let me just hold you for a bit, sounds good?” He asked, rubbing his hands up and down your hip bone. You nodded, a wide grin plastered on your face as he laid back and opened his arms. You laid down on top of him, letting your head sit above his heart. One hand wrapped around your waist, and the other was found in your hair, massaging your scalp.

“I love you, Eddie.” You say absolutely out of nowhere, starting to drift off from the way he was playing with your hair ever so gently. He was taken aback by how fast you had said it, but a wide grin snuck its way onto his face as he kissed the top of your head.

“And I love you too, my love.” He hummed, looking up at the stars. He could get used to this being his nightly routine, you falling asleep on his chest. That’s his kind of night.

A/N: Thank you all so much for sticking until the end! I really enjoyed this story, and I hope you did too!!

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That’s my kind of night Part Two

Eddie Munson x Reader

Please read Part 1 to understand.

part 3

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Summary: After offering to drive Mike to school, Eddie wants to talk with you.

A/N: This is based off the song “I’m just talking about tonight” By Toby Keith. Enjoy. :)

During third period that day, you and Eddie were called to the principal's office. He talked to the both of you about the fight, after saying he already talked to Jason earlier before he called you in. He said what you, Eddie, and Jason did was not alright, and how all three of you would be getting detention after school on Friday.

“I call bull, sir,” You started, standing up, still trying to maintain your composure, as Eddie sat there looking at you, a questionable look on his face.

“Jason threw the first punch both times, meaning Eddie acted in self defence, and so did I.” You said calmly, questioning the principles’ decision.

“Indeed he did, Ms. L/N. However both of you shouldn’t have fought back, you should have walked away.” He responded.

“Listen, I don’t know if you were born here, but that certainly isn’t how we dealt with things back in Texas. You think that he could have walked away? According to what I know, he isn’t the most likeable person,” You started, mouthing a sorry to Eddie, as he looked at you with a little smirk etched on his lips.

“Do you really think people would have let him walk away? As for myself, I stepped in before it got too far. They would have hurt themselves more than they would have hurt each other, and Munson already got punched in the face, and in the ribs.” You continued.

“Jason threw the first punch at me, meaning I also acted in self defence. Given I did break his nose, and he missed his punch, I still had nowhere to go, meaning both Munson and I’s action’s were justafiable.” You finished, stating your opinion as you sat back down in your chair next to Eddie. He smiled softly at you, and you smiled back. That smile of yours was going to drive the poor boy insane. The way your dimples rose as you showed him your gorgeous smile, Eddie swore he was going to pass away right there in that chair.

“I will let it slide this time. I understand you both are repeating your senior year, and I’d like for both of you to graduate. You both are dismissed. Head back to class.” Principal Higgins said with a sigh, as you stood up, tipping your hat at him, before walking out with Eddie. Once you left the room, he let out the biggest sigh, before following it with a laugh.

“You are a life saver.” He laughed, and you chuckled with him.

“I owe you one, what kind of food do you like? I don’t got much, but the least I can do is take you to get something for helping me not repeat again.” He added, the two of you walking down the empty hallway back towards your class.

“Hold your horses Munson, I ain’t that easy to get.” You teased, elbowing him, as he put his left hand over his heart, and the back of his right hand against his forehead, making you chuckle.

“A burger does sound nice though.”

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Fast forward back to present time. A month has passed since you unintentionally met Eddie Munson, and that month has been probably the best of your life. That month has been filled with laughs, late nights teaching him how to ride a horse so you don’t get caught by your parents, movie nights and more. You became best friends in basically a month. By now you had met his little group that he plays his weird games with, you sit with them at lunch, and everyone practically avoids your table, scared because of what you did to Jason. You’re glad you helped Eddie and his little gang of freshmen out. You sat in your chair next to Eddie, your legs on top of the table, your hat covering your face as they rambled on about the game that they love so much. You had absolutely no clue about any of it, so you zoned out whenever they started talking about it. This time, you were thinking about Eddie. Not in the cliché “Oh I’m so in love with him!” way, but about how he keeps looking at you like a lost puppy. Ever since he repaid you with a burger at the “Best drive-in in town!”, he’s been constantly stealing glances at you, bringing you up in conversations, and asking to be around you. You always agreed to hang out with him, spending late nights on your ranch laughing at him when he fell off a horse, but for some reason he seemed a bit off recently.

“Earth to Y/N?” Dustin called out, snapping you out if your trance, as you lifted your hat off of your eyes.

“We were asking if you could pick Mike up tonight for Hellfire?” He asked nicely. Hell, you couldn’t deny the kid.

“Sure why not. What time do you need to be there, and what time does it end?” You ask, and Mike chimes in.

“5:30, and it ends at around 8:30 right Eddie?” Mike asks. However he doesn’t get a response back. Eddie is staring at you, a starstruck look in his eyes. You were being so nice to the freshmen right off the bat, and he just kept finding more ways to fall more in love with you.

“Eddie?” Mike repeats, and snaps Eddie right out of his daydream.

“8:30? Yea, yea. 8:30.” He responds, as Dustin and Mike share a look as if they know something you don’t. Soon enough the bell rings. You pull out a sheet of paper, and hand it to Mike to write down his address, before waving, and saying you’ll see him later, as Eddie walks you to class like he always does, however today, he walks silently.

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The time is now 8:37 as you wait for Mike to come out of the school. You had brought him a little late, as you had trouble finding his house, you hoped Eddie didn’t mind. Mike came busting out the door with Dustin, high fiving each other, and laughing.

“Y’all win?” You asked, a smile on your face at how happy the two were over a game.

“Hell yeah we did!” Dustin grinned, as you looked up from the two, seeing Eddie right behind him, waving you over.

“Mike, go sit in the car would you? I got some tapes in the glove box if you wanna pick one out.” You said, Mike nodding and saying goodbye to Dustin. Once Mike got in the car, you walked over, seeing Eddie fidget with the ends of his jacket. What has gotten into him? He was so loud, outgoing, snarky, but lately it seems he’s gotten quieter, and it’s honestly putting you on edge.

“You wanted to talk?” You assumed, slouching on your right side, kicking your foot out a bit, ready to listen.

“Yes, I-Uhm. I feel like there's something I really need to tell you.” He starts, and you nod, encouraging him on. He takes a breath, before staring straight into your eyes, the ones he gets lost in every day, the ones he finds comforting, the ones he want to see forever.

“I really like you Y/N. I know we’ve only known each other for a month, and I probably sound like an absolute dick right now putting this on you out of nowhere, but I needed to get this off my chest. You were there for me quite literally since we first met.” He said, nervously chuckling, as you stood there speechless.

“I just need to get it off my chest. If you want to completely ditch me after this it’s cool, I would too.” He adds, now looking away from you. So this is why he’s been acting so differently. You didn’t know what to say, or how to tell him, you just crossed your arms, and looked at the ground, letting your words spill out.

“I only take it slow, and by now you oughta know that I ain’t digging this.” You said quietly. You didn’t know what else to say. You felt so pressured in the moment, you needed time to figure out your feelings about him. You looked at him, and you could see him starting to break down, knowing you’re rejecting him, which you definitely are not. You put your hands on his shoulders, making him look up at you, and you gently smiled at him, trying to ease his mind.

“You scared me a bit. You haven’t been the same recently, and if this is why..” You muttered, trying to figure out the right words.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I want what you really think about me. Don’t lie.” He said gently. You could hear it in his voice, and it made your heart sink.

“I want my Eddie back.” Was all you managed to come up with, and he looked at you, a confused look etched on his face, and his eyebrows scrunched.

“I want the charismatic, outgoing, loud asshole back.” You joked, earning a laugh from him too, though you could still see past his eyes, his look once again, looking like a lost puppy. You couldn’t stand it. You had to let down the walls you built up for yourself. You had to give him a chance.

“One date,” You started, and the mention of a date made his eyes light back up.

“If we can start as friends, the weekend just might end with a little kiss.” You teased, opening your arms, offering a hug which he immediately took. His arms gently wrapped around your torso, settling his head on your shoulder, hugging you as if he were to let go, you’d run.

“I’ve never been on a date,” You’ve said out of nowhere, making Eddie’s arms squeeze you a bit.

“I’ve been waiting for the right person. The one I can possibly see a future with. I don’t let anyone just take me out.” You said, running your fingers up and down his back gently, earning a hum from him at your words.

“I’m looking for the one that I’ll marry. If I go out with someone, they have to be really special, and husband material.” You joked, making him stand back up, taking your face in his hands, rubbing your cheeks.

“Easy now,” He laughed, making you laugh too.

“I’m not talking about locking down forever. With you, that’d be too demanding. You’re too perfect, anyone would want you, and I wouldn’t want to weigh you down. I’m just talking about two lonely people who might reach a little understanding.” He said quietly, staring into your eyes, stroking your cheeks to ground himself.

“I’m not talking about hooking up, and hanging out. I’m just talking about one night. One night Y/N, one chance, I promise you won’t regret it.” He pleaded. You’ve never seen him so desperate, even though you haven’t known him for that long. This time, you were the one to hug him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your cheek against his chest. His face grew a light pink in color, as he awkwardly let his hands rest against your waist. You quickly stood on your tip-toes, kissing him on the cheek, before breaking the hug, and starting to walk back to the car.

“Saturday at 6, Munson! Don’t make me wait.” You grinned. Eddie gave you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, and it made your heart spiral. Maybe he was the one. You hopped into your car, seeing Mike found a Johnny Cash tape to listen to.

“Soo.. Did he ask you?” Mike quickly asked, as you started your car, backing up.

“So that's what you two were hiding. And yes he did.” You were grinning ear to ear, as you straightened yourself on the road.

“Saturday at 6.” You repeated, as if you would forget about the date and time. You waved at Eddie as you pulled out of the parking lot, not missing the fist pump he gave himself as you drove away, chuckling to yourself. Maybe he was the one.

Part 3

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That’s my kind of night

Part 1

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Part 2

Part 3

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Summary: You’re the new student. Not preppy, not sporty, not nerdy, you’re different, and lord knows the people of Hawkins don’t like different. You just recently moved to Indiana from Texas before the school year started, having lived on a 100+ acreage of farmland. Eddie and Jason get into a fight, and you decide to step in.

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Hawkins Highschool, Hawkins Indiana. Far from where you lived just a few months ago. Your heel clicked against the school tile, the sound from your boots getting drowned out by the constant chatter of the students around. Your parents decided to move from Texas to Indiana to get a fresh start. Your father used to fly Jets for the Navy before he decided he wanted to focus on a family with your mother. He got an honorable discharge, and you’ve been living off military money since. A few months ago, your father got a job offer lined up to work on jets, and had a decent sized property lined up as well, and decided it was time to move on, and he accepted the offer. You wanted to stay, stay in your small home town, living life the way you were raised to live, but since you got into trouble quite often, you were forced to repeat your senior year of highschool, so you were also forced to move with your parents, kissing you childhood farm goodbye. You sent all your cattle, horses, and animals over, and then moved. You wanted to go back. You adjusted your hat, as well as your aviators, and you definitely stuck out like a sore thumb as you walked into the cafeteria. 

The room was bustling with cheerleaders, jocks, band kids, every type of click you could imagine, and you still stood out, being the only one dressed in what the students of Hawkins would call a “Yeehaw” outfit. Stares were given to you, and words were muttered as you leaned against a wall, minding your own business. Your sunglasses shielded your wandering eyes as you took in your surroundings, making sure to know everything that was going on, where it was going on, and how it was going on. You were going to graduate, and get the hell out of highschool, that was your main priority. You heard the sound of chairs screeching against the tile, making your nose scrunch as the sound burned your ears, you looked up from your gaze at the ground, to see people crowded around in a large circle, supposedly around two people being loud. You used the wall to kick yourself standing, before your feet moved on their own towards the circle. You were taller than average, standing at a height of 5’10, you easily maneuvered your way through the crowd. “

“Still here Munson? Can’t believe you haven’t graduated yet.” A voice in which you’ll later learn to associate with the name Jason Carver said.

“Still running around and tossing balls into laundry baskets for fun, Carver.” Another voice retaliated. You looked at the two, one was wearing a green lettermans jacket, hair slicked back and clean, while the other was wearing a bikers jacket, with a shirt that read “Hellfire Club.” You eased your way back into the crowd, watching quietly at the encounter. No one seemed to care about who you were, they were all too engrossed in the argument. Fine by you. That was until gasps were heard, and you see this “Munson” kid, stumbling backwards clutching onto his cheek. Munson brought his fists up, and you almost broke out laughing. His form was shit, he’ll break a finger or two with the way his thumb was tucked. Carver wasn’t much better either, however he didn’t give the poor guy a chance, and he hit him for no reason. Munson punched Carver in the shoulder, and hissed at the pain. Called it. Carver then threw a hook, and punched him in the ribs, causing Munson to fall backwards, clutching onto his rib cage in pain. You sighed, knowing that they would hurt themselves more than each other, and pushed past the crowd, walking into the ‘fight’ circle, and standing in front of Munson, muttering some low curses to yourself. Ma’s gonna be pissed when she finds out I got into another fight. Your mumbling continued, cursing yourself as you locked eyes with Carver.

“Who the hell are you? You look hilarious!” He laughed, you could tell by his voice he was still hyped up on adrenaline.

“Who are you?” You retorted. You almost broke out in laughter at the way his face twisted in utter shock. Oh no! The new girl doesn’t know who I am!

“Who am I- Jason Carver. Now step aside, the freak and I aren’t done with our little engagement.” He hissed, a sigh breaking from your lips.

“Listen, I don’t care who y’all are, nor do I know why you’re calling him a ‘freak’,” You said, looking at Eddie.

“All I know is that you’re someone who can’t stand words, and has to fight over petty shit, he’s someone who can’t keep his mouth shut, and both of y’all don’t know how to fight. Y’all are gonna hurt yourselves more than you’ll hurt eachother.” You chuckled, hearing the students mumble and whisper to eachother. This new student, wearing very unfamiliar clothes, is standing up for Eddie to Jason Carver, The Jason Carver. Great, first day and you’re already on people’s shit list. Lucky you! However your thoughts were lost as Jason spoke again, making dead eye contact with you.

“What do you know? I’ve never seen you around. Must be new. How do you know I can’t fight? I don’t normally hit girls, but you’re really pissing me off with that ego of yours. So come on then, you want to see who’s the better fighter? I’ll kick your ass.” He growled, a smirk on his face. Welp, so much for graduating this year. You took off your hat, turned around and set it on Eddie’s head, before taking off your aviators, and handing them to him.

“Take care of these will ya’? If you break my glasses or fuck up my hat, I’ll kick your ass.” You said, smiling sweetly at him, to which he returns a nervous grin to you. Little did you know the things you were doing to poor Eddie Munson’s heart. His heart rate increased rapidly, and it wasn’t from the punches. It was from the way you were defending him, treating him normally.. Sort of.

“Now, where were we?” You turn back around, staring at Jason, and shrugging off your dad’s old Aviator jacket, letting it fall on the floor next to Eddie, revealing your white long sleeve. You roll up your sleeves, and bring your fists close to your face.

“We were about to fight, and I was about to kick your yeehaw ass.” He said, a grin on his face. He was cockier than you were. Time to wipe that grin off his smug little mouth.

“Lets tussle city boy.” You quipped, a smirk etched onto your face. Let’s say Carver didn’t like that.

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It was over before it was even on. He came at you first, trying to get a running punch in, while you just side stepped, making him off balance. You then punch him straight in the nose, right as he turns back around to look at you. Blood quickly seeps down his nose, his face scrunched up, as you elbow his side. He goes to clutch it, before you kick him down, him landing straight on his back, crying out in pain. A laugh escaped your lips, as you crouched down next to him.

“Thought you were gonna kick my “yeehaw ass.” Your retorted with a laugh. By now everyone was staring at you, some people with a look of shock, some with disgust, but one, a look of awe and love. You didn’t notice, but Eddie was staring at you like you just did the most angelic thing, even though you kicked one of the most popular kid’s in Hawkins’ ass. Jason’s friends helped him up as he cussed you out, however you just turned around, walked over to Eddie, took your hat off his head, and put it on yours. You reached down, picking up your dad’s jacket, before then grabbing your aviators and putting them back on your face. You left him sitting there after you said absolutely nothing to him. You pushed through the crowds, people letting you through as they were now absolutely terrified. New girl arrives from god knows where, on the first day kicks the popular guys ass. They think they’ll stay away. Eddie quickly gets up, and scrambles his way over to you, pushing past all the people as well. He jogs his way over, before slowing down and walking next to you in silence for a few moments, before he finally decides to speak up.

“So uh- I guess the propper thing to say would be thank you, though what I really want to say is who the hell are you.” He chuckles. You walk in silence for a little more, as he awaited your response. You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t leave you alone until you answered.

“Y/n.” Was all you responded.

“Y/nnn-?” He urged you on, encouraging you to tell him your full name.

“Y/n L/n. You?” You said annoyed. It wasn’t like you did something showstopping, you just did what was right, and now you have way more spotlight on you than what you had wanted. However, his face lit up.

“Eddie. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.” He grinned, as you rolled your eyes.

“Well, L/n, I must extend my most sincerest gratitude.” He said, putting a skip in his step, his voice showing every hint of sarcasm.

“If you’re not gonna mean it, then you can leave. I don’t have time for your shit. I’m actually graduate this year.” You grumbled, and his eyes lit up.

“You’re repeating your senior year too?” He asked, still not leaving your side.

“The way you said that, and with what Carver said, I take it you are too. But to answer your question, yes I am. Got into too many fights back in Texas, have to repeat my year because of it.” You sighed.

“Well, I suppose we stick together then hm? I could show you around since Hawkins is definitely not your average highschool.” Eddie mused, earning a chuckle out of you as well. Oh the things he would do to hear more of your laugh.

“Fine then, I suppose you couldn’t show me Mr. Baker’s Biology class in this ‘not average highschool’ could you?” You joke, Eddie laughing with you.

“You underestimate me L/n. Because of that, this year you are going to be my lab partner, because suprise, surprise! We are in the same class.” He elbowed you teasingly, making you groan.

“Great! That means I have to deal with you everyday? I didn’t sign up to be a babysitter Munson.” You quipped.

“Well too bad. You’re stuck with me now, Ms. Babysitter.”

You had a feeling this year was going to go quite well.

I have ideas for this.. Should I continue it?

[marslikestowrite]

Out in the cold.

Norman Osborn x Reader (Pre-Goblin)

Masterlist

NSFW warning, 18+ only

Summary:

Harry Osborn ditches you once again in the middle of a date. This time, you decide enough is enough, and you decide it’s time for the sweet taste of revenge.

Here you are, once again stranded alone outside of the fancy restaurant your fiance Harry Osborn had decided to take you to. He had left once again because he had heard MJ and her boyfriend were having a rough time, and she needed someone to talk to. You wrapped your wool coat around your figure, sighing in content, feeling the soft fabric touch your bare skin. You had worn a nice dress, specifically because he asked you too, and yet he left you once again. You were absolutely over him leaving you for other women. The sound of your heels was loud against the pavement as you stormed down the sidewalk, before flagging down a cab. You needed a breather. You stepped into the cab, and reached into your purse to pull out a crisp hundred dollar bill, courtesy of Harry, and handed it to the driver.

“Osborn Manor please.” Your sweet voice echoed through the cab, trying to be polite to the driver, and not lash out on the poor man.

“Miss, we don’t drive just anyone there-”

“Drive. You wouldn’t like it if my fiance’s father were to hear about this would you? Now be a dear and get moving.” Your voice turned more stern, definitely showing you were serious, and not in the move. The driver just nodded, no longer speaking as he pulled into oncoming traffic. You sighed, glad to finally be sitting down, and no longer standing in those horrendous heels. Your ankles burned. You had decided you were going to head back to the manor, and grab a change of clothes, and stay at a hotel for the night. You were not in the mood to see Harry, and it was the perfect way to calm your anger, and figure out a way to say that you were absolutely done with his antics. You hummed, staring out the window, looking at how gorgeous New York was at night. The way the bright lights of buildings poised the clear sky of its natural beauty. It made you sick.

You finally arrive at the manor, thanking the driver as you gently step out of the cab, trying not to twist an ankle on the curb. You look up at the massive manor, sighing as all you could think of was how urgent your prick of a boyfriend was to run to Mary Jane’s side. You cringed at the thought, digging in your purse to find the key Harry’s father had given you to the manor. Norman had always been kind to you, the moment you met him. Harry had brought you over to meet him for dinner a few years back, and when you met with the CEO, you’d felt different. The feeling indescribable, a mixture of admiration, longing, fright, dare you say love. You always felt different around Norman than you did his son. Not in a bad way of course. You’d always come over after your morning classes while in college, and have tea with him. Those were the moments you looked forward to most. You felt yourself around the older man, you felt loved. He always made you laugh, something his son could rarely do. It was at that moment you thought. Did you love Norman Osborn? You shook the thought, finally finding your keys buried in your purse. The conclusion you had come to did seem accurate with the encounters you had with Norman. He’d always compliment your clothing choices, cook you food when you came over, his shoulders always seemed less tense when you were around, and not to mention the “pet name” he calls you. You insert your key, opening the door before walking in, shutting the door almost immediately. You took off your heels and looked around. It seemed empty. Or that's what you would have thought if the fireplace wasn’t burning, and the sound of padded feet getting louder.

“Y/n? Is that you, dear?” A voice you knew all too well associated that same “pet name” when addressing you.

“Mr. Osborn? Yes, it's me. Sorry if I disturbed you, I know it’s late.” You responded, shrugging off your coat and hanging it up on the nearest hanger. You couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes change when he saw you. Harry didn’t look at you that way.

“Dear, I told you to call me Norman. Your my son’s fiance, I think we’re past formalities.” He smiled at you, a genuine one at that.

“Speak of him, where is Harry? I expected you both to be out later.” He added. You hesitated to come up with a response. You wanted to tell him what an asshole his son was, and that you were breaking up with him, but didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with him. Before you could think more, your mouth just spoke.

“I’m not his fiance anymore, Norman.” You said, staring straight at him, letting him know your voice was serious.

“This is the third time he has left me stranded on a date. Third time he left me outside of a restaurant in the freezing cold to run to the aid of another woman. I’m done with his antics, Norman. I’m done being his second choice.” You said honestly. You could feel the tears in your eyes well up as you finally admitted your thoughts.

“I can’t do this anymore- I can’t be- I can’t be thrown out like a piece of trash when Harry’s highschool sweetheart decides she wants to fuck things up!” You felt the tears spill down, as Norman immediately rushed to your aid. His arms gently wrapped around you, his hand pressing against the back of your head, pulling you into a warm hug.

“You are anything but a piece of trash dear, and I’m so sorry my naive son can’t seem to appreciate someone as perfect as you.” He said gently, as you cried into his arms. This embrace. It felt.. Right. It felt like it was meant to happen. All your feelings about the older man resurfaced. You couldn’t ignore them. Norman pulled away from the hug, leaving you feeling alone once again.

“I take it you don’t want to see Harry. I.. I can call you a cab and get you a hotel for the night, while I have a conversation with him when he gets home.” He said, about to walk away, before you reach out to him, grabbing the sleeve of his coat.

“No! Wait. Don’t-“ You said, trying to gather your words. You step closer to him, looking at his eyes, getting lost in them.

“Norman.. What do you think of me?” Your words spilled out like a waterfall. You didn't mean to speak what your mind wanted to. You stood there, muscles tensed, waiting for a response. It took him a moment to figure out what he wanted to say, before he turned around and clasped both of your hands.

“Well.. I think you’re a beautiful young woman, who deserves far more than what my son has given you. I think you’re very intelligent, and have amazing potential..” He trailed off, moving a hand to your cheek. He knew what you were asking. He needed to hear you say that you liked him. The way you were staring at him, and the way your face turned a pink shade when his hand went on your cheek was very obvious to him. He liked you too, but there was an age gap, and he needed to hear you say you loved him, for his own moral compass.

“Do you..” You inched your face closer to the taller man’s, moving your hand from his arm to rest against his chest. His arms moved to wrap around your hips. He nodded his head, knowing exactly the question that you were trying to ask, without the words coming out of your mouth. You initiated it. You moved your face forward, gently pressing your lips against his own, slowly encasing his lips in a passionate kiss. Your eyes closed, entangling your fingers in his hair, trying to keep him as physically close as possible. He pushed you back against the door, nipping at your lip to try to gain access, which you happily gave him. After a few minutes of making out, you pull away, resting your forehead against Norman’s. His rough, calloused hands gripped your hips, a smile resting on his face.

“Harry never kissed me like that.” You giggle, rubbing your fingers against his scalp.

“Well, he’ll never be kissing you again, that’s my job now, my dear.” He chuckled lowly, his hand moving to yours to take off your engagement ring, and tossing it on the floor.

“You won’t be needing that either, I’ll get you a new one that will remind him of what he lost while playing a childish game with someone that doesn’t even come close to comparing to the angel he used to have.” He cooed, making you giggle more, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“So when did you start feeling this way towards me love?” He asked, a curious tone in his voice, as you rested your head against his chest, embracing him in a hug.

“At our tea sessions. You looked at me in a way that Harry never did. Your eyes showed a kindness I never had experienced. You looked like you actually cared when I told you about my studies, my hobbies, you actually cared.” You said gently. It was true, everytime you tried talking to Harry about something that wasn’t science, or him, he seemed uninterested, but Norman had always listened, he always supported you.

“How could I not? You looked so adorable rambling about {your major in college}, I couldn’t help but fall for you either darling.” He smiled. That was also another factor. He smiled at you. A legitimate, genuine, handsome, smile. You loved it so much. You stare back up at him, and he stares back down, a loving look in his eyes once again.

“I know it’s soon but- I’ve been wanting to say it for so long. I love you Norman, so much. I’d like to be your Mrs. Osborn one day, not Harry’s..” There was a certain plea in your voice that drove Norman insane, you were talking like you knew what you were doing to him.

“I love you too, Y/N, and you’re already mine darling. You’ll be a ‘Mrs. Osborn’ one day, I promise that, but after you kissed me, you became mine in that very moment.” He smirked, a sort of growl in his voice that made your legs weak. He leaned down, this time, he initiated the kiss this time, and it was different. It was hungry, heated, intimate, perfect. His tongue slid in once again, claiming every inch as his. His hands moved to rest against your ass, making you squeal softly. A smirk formed on his lips, knowing the influence he had on your noises. He pulled away, leaving your mind blank, and your breath gone. Before you could regain your thoughts, he sweeped you up in his arms, carrying you to his room.

He kicked his door open, before setting you down for a quick moment, only to lock the door, and then back in his arms you were. He sat down on the bed, you in his lap, and his lips were immediately attached to your neck, kissing and nipping on the pulsing, making you squirm. He gripped onto your thighs, growling.

“Keep still love, I need to mark you up. Need to claim you.” He said against your neck, before attacking it once more. Soft moans and whimpers spilled from your mouth, feeling him grow against the inside of your thigh. Once he was done, he pulled back to take a look at the wicked bruise he had left on your neck, as he hummed in content.

“Look at you, all mine.” He said, a satisfied smirk resting on the corner of his lips. You gradually moved your hips against his crotch, whimpering as you could feel the pooling heat between your legs. His breath hitched, his fingers digging crescent moons into your bare thighs.

“I said. Sit. Still.” He growled, flipping your position, laying you flat on your back, a whimper escaping your lips. You reached up to tug at his shirt, trying to tell him to take it off, as he chuckled lowly.

“My, my. So demanding. Fine, only because you look so pretty under me.” He smirked, a blush heating your cheeks at the compliment. He let go of you, sitting up, and slowly, almost teasingly, took off his shirt. You sat up, running your hands along his chest, feeling the crevices and impurities on his skin. He was perfect. He smiled, watching you admire him. Your soft smile made his heart melt, he couldn’t believe he had you all to himself now. He gently laid you back down, starting to move the straps of your dress down, before stopping.

“May I?” He asked gently, wanting to make sure you were completely comfortable, and wanting to continue.

“Please.” Your soft voice echoed in his head, and he continued gently.

“If you ever want to stop, please tell me.” He cooed, moving your straps down, and then pulling off your dress, revealing your black lace bra and panties. He couldn’t help but stare. Your body was perfect, he could see the embarrassment in your eyes. You reached to cover yourself, embarrassed of your figure, but he shook his head, and reached to move both of your hands over your head, he used one hand to hold both of yours up, and the other to unclip your bra. He tossed it to the side, before starting to kiss at your neck gently. Slowly but surely he moved down, peppering wet kisses down your breast valley, on your breasts, down your stomach, before peppering multiple to your stomach.

“You’re gorgeous darling. So beautiful, I’m so blessed to be in the presence of a goddess.” His voice was like a praise, it rang through your ears, played like a tune that had been stuck in your head for days. He made you feel wanted. He slowly moved down your stomach, reaching your clothed core. He gently pulled your panties down, and then tossed them next to your bra. He kissed the inside of your thighs, watching how you writhed in place for him to give you more. He let go of your hands, and they immediately found their way to his hair, pulling gently at the strands, trying to aid him to give you what you longed for. All he did was chuckle against your thigh, before staring straight up your body right into your eyes, as he licked a stripe down the middle of your pussy, teasing, earning a whine from you.

“Look at you, all wet and needy for me. What do you want, baby? I wanna hear you say it.” His lips resting against your folds, his voice sending a vibration throughout your body.

“Wan’ you Norman- Please.. Need you.” You managed to muster out, earning another chuckle from the older man.

“Mm.. If you say so darling..” He said, a slight confidence in his voice, as he pressed his lips right back onto your folds. His mouth worked magic. Pressing his tongue against all the right places in you, his tongue flicking your clit, you were in heaven. Your fingers clasped onto his hair, as moans echoed throughout the room. Your eyes were squeezed shut, Norman making you see stars as he worked his tongue on your pussy. You could feel it. That bubbling sensation pooling inside of your stomach as your walls clenched around his tongue.

“I’m-I’m clo-se-” You stuttered out, but he didn’t stop. He kept eating you like you were his last meal on earth, and he was going to savor it. Your grip tightened on his hair, his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer, as you released, his mouth lapping everything up, helping you ride out your orgasm. He pulled away, before leaning over you, and placing another intimate kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and for some reason, it was a major turn on. While you were preoccupied with the kiss, and riding down from your high, Norman had taken off his pants, and boxers. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m going to put it in now, alright? I’ll go slow, let me know if it hurts darling.” Norman said softly, as you nodded. You couldn’t look him in the eyes when his tip rubbed against your folds, before gently pressing in. Your mouth was held agape, as your eyes were squeezed tightly shut, soft moans and whimpers exiting your mouth. You wrapped your hands around his neck, clawing at his back slightly, hissing at the pain of him stretching your walls. Once he was fully in, you could feel the tip nestled deep within your folds, a soft grunt coming from your boyfriend. You tapped on his back, letting him know that you were ready, and that he could move. His hips drew back, making you whimper. The more he pulled back, the emptier you felt. Though he stopped, and immediately slammed back into you, filling your walls back up with his length. A loud moan escaped from your mouth with the rough thrust, and you quickly drew a hand back from his back, and pressed it tightly against your mouth, spilling your noises against it, in a terrible attempt to muffle them. Norman definitely didn’t like it, growling slightly, removing both your hand from your mouth, and the one on his back, pinning them above your head once more.

“You never- You never listen. I want to hear you sweetheart. Spill those noises for me.” He grunted, a smirk plastered on his face as your mouth stayed open, your eyes wide as well. Constant noises spilt from your mouth as you felt yourself approaching your second climax, though Norman didn’t seem to be faltering one bit.

“Nor-man- Close-” You moaned out, your walls clenching around him as he plowed through your insides.

“C’mon baby.. Let go.. Cum for me..” He cooed, re-assuring you, as your second climax hit you like a truck. You came all over his cock, feeling your juices coat his length. You thought he would stop, but he just kept going, fucking you into overstimulation. Tears welled in your eyes, as his thrusts seemed as persistent as ever. His name fell like a broken prayer from your lips, it being the only thing you’re able to say, a dumb, fucked out expression on your face, as all you could do was take his cock. Your nails scratched at his wrist that was holding both of them down, and your hips bucked, trying to gain more friction. You were a mess of emotions, and the sight alone made Norman want to cum right here and now. You looked so hot, all messed up, all because of his cock.

“Look at you- All.. All fucked out because of me. My cock. I bet he never could fuck you the way I do.” His voice turned from soft, to a possessive growl. You were his. His, and his only. His thrusts seemed to falter, and you felt yourself coming close again as well. You felt him start to pull out, but you clenched onto him, not wanting him to.

“M’ on p-ill- mMH!” You moaned, and he nodded. He thrusted roughly a few more times, before filling you up to the brim with his cum. You came shortly after, the overstimulation being too much for you to handle. He laid there for a few seconds, still nestled deep inside of you, waiting for your high to come down. Your fucked out expression was absolutely adorable, and Norman couldn’t handle it. Once you had calmed down, he slowly pulled out, making you hiss. Some of his cum dribbled down your leg, and he got up to go grab wipes, but you wined when he did.

“Later.. Want to.. Cuddle.” You said softly. He smiled, he was not against being in your embrace, and he couldn’t say no to that face of yours. He walked back over, and lifted the blanket for you to shimmy your way in, before laying down next to you. He immediately pulled the blankets over the both of you, before laying on his side, and wrapping his arms around your body. He treated you like porcelain, that if any moment he hugged you just a bit too tight, you’d shatter in his arms. You nuzzled your face into his chest, humming in content at the warmness your boyfriend gave you.

“Thank you Norman.. For an amazing night. Thank you for treating me right.” You said gently, your hands tracing circles and other shapes on Norman’s back. He planted a soft kiss on your hairline, and you could feel him smiling.

“Of course my dear. You deserve all of this and more. I promise to take care of you until the end of time, darling.” That made you smile, your eyes feeling heavy.

“I’ll also have to have a chat with my son about how to treat a lady right.” He added, a chuckle in his voice.

“Oh, don’t even mention him. It’s just you… and I Norman..” You said gently, before your eyes closed, your breath becoming slower, falling into a deep sleep, comfortable against your lover’s chest.

“Indeed it is, you and I, forever and always my dear.”

Added Extra

Here you were, standing in the kitchen the very morning after, making breakfast for two, instead of three. Your legs ached, as well as the bruise on your neck had formed into a dark purple. Harry walked down the large staircase, and you were unaware of what time he had arrived home, and in all honesty, you didn’t care. He spotted you, about to say something, before noticing your bruised neck, the way you no longer wore your engagement ring, and the way your legs had a slight wobble to them, while standing in place making breakfast. He opened his mouth, about to call your name in anger, before another voice had called your name instead. His father. Norman walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Goodmorning darling, I assume you slept well?” He asked, and you responded with a nod. He stormed over, and into the kitchen.

“Dad.” Harry said angrily.

“Harry.” Norman responded, calmly, with his hands still wrapped around your waist, his head just turned to meet his son’s angry gaze.

“What are you doing with my fiance?” Harry’s face was contorted with rage, but Norman didn’t seem to care. Norman started to speak, before you put a finger to his mouth.

“Actually, Harry. I am no longer your fiance, and you and I, are over. I’m tired of being the second choice. If you didn’t realize, last night was the third time. The THIRD time, Harry Osborn, that you left me outside of a restaurant, to go to Mary Jane’s house.” You stressed, your voice tainted with anger, Harry tried to talk, but you cut him off.

“You never listen Harry, you never take any interest in what I have to say. So I found someone that did. I found someone that has always listened, supported, cared, and not put me second. So if you even think for a moment that you’re the victim of this, you’re not.” You say, sighing, as Norman rubs your sides, trying to calm you down.

“I hope you treat Mary Jane better than you did me. Because she is a very nice girl, who in all honesty, you don’t deserve.” You said, your tone clearly stating that you were done with him.

“The rings on the counter, go give it to her.” Norman said, and all Harry could do was stare angrily at his father.

“I can’t believe you, with my father too. He’s- He’s way older than you.” Harry said, smoothing back his hair in frustration.

“Yea Harry? Well guess what, your father is the only one who has cared for me the way a lover should. I’m getting tired of seeing your face, you should get a move on.” You sighed, before coming up with an idea.

“And he may be older, but the sex, was absolutely amazing.” You said, winking at Harry. A proud smirk fell onto Norman’s face, while a disgusted look fell onto Harry’s. That was enough to send him storming out the front door. Once he had left, you broke out into laughter.

“He was absolutely pissed.” You laughed, hugging Norman tightly.

“Well he’ll have to get over it, because when I marry you, you’ll be his new mother.” He laughed as well, kissing your forehead.

“Normann!! You sappy idiot.” You giggled, playfully hitting his chest.

“I’m just stating facts, my love.” He grinned.

“Also, was the sex really that good.” He teased, a smirk on his face once again.

“Norman Osborn!” You gasped, faking a shocked expression, before you couldn’t hold it in anymore, and you just broke out in laughter.

“If you really want to know, yes, yes it was.” You grinned, before the smell of smoke hit your nostrils.

“OH SHIT THE BACON-“ You laughed, pushing yourself away from him.

He was your one and only, forever and always.