MiniMilly

[garrison-girl-08]

Thomas Shelby Series

Blind Date- Modern Thomas Shelby

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[munsons-curls]

Black Dahlias

Pairing: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x F! Reader (18+)

Contains: 18+!! Heavy, graphic smut. Rough, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral sex (M/F receiving), praise kink, slight degradation, breeding kink if you squint, possessive!eddie, mean!eddie, slight innocence kink. Minor ghostface!steve. CANON DIVERGENT.

Trigger warnings: DUBCON, knife play, stalking, panty theft, drinking and drug consumption, emetophobia, allusions to sexual assault and child abuse, graphic depictions of murder, violence and gore. <-PLEASE HEED THESE TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!!

A/N: happy All Hallows’ Eve!! 🎃 thank you so so so much to T @hotchs-bitch for leaving me 112 comments on this Google doc despite having her own 17k word WIP. I love u.

Somebody’s watching you. 

Your eyes dart around the open courtyard, scanning the area for anything, anybody that stands out, but the unease rolling in your stomach dissipates as quickly as it arrives. 

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[theslxtsclub]

IN NEED OF SOME EDDIE NSFW PHOTOS

Eddie’s fingers in your mouth😩

[corrodedhawkins]

First Time: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

For the spookinktober writing challenge. Prompt: praise @sparklingsin

CW: 18+ (minors DNI) language, loss of virginity, praise, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

"Are you sure?", Eddie asks hesitantly.

He’d been so patient and careful with you, enduring months of jacking off alone after you had ended heated make out sessions abruptly.

Of course, Eddie has assured you that it was fine. He understood that you hadn't been ready, too nervous to be so vulnerable with him just yet.

Finally ready, you were laid out on Eddie’s bed, looking up at him with a soft smile. It seemed like he was just as nervous as you were, wanting to make this good for you.

Candles littered his uncharacteristically clean room, bed made and clothes neatly hung in the closet instead of their usual home on the floor.

Eddie’s big brown eyes were even more beautiful in the flickering glow from the candles, making your stomach twist with want.

"Just relax, I'll take care of you, I promise."

You take a deep, steadying breath and nod, “I know you will.”

Eddie brings one hand up to cup your cheek, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

You hesitantly open your eyes, the wind knocked out of you by the love and hunger you see in Eddie’s.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, he breathes, slinking down the bed to settle between your thighs.

Spreading them further, he places a kiss to your mound, looking up at you for approval. A quick nod is all he needs to spread you with his fingers, kissing your clit gently.

He chuckles at your sharp inhale, pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your clit as his tongue darts out taste.

Your head falls back into the pillows, mouth slack as a breathy moan escapes. Eyes sliding shut, your hands travel down to rest against his shoulders.

“Hey”, Eddie says as he pulls away from your core, looking up at you.

Eyes opening, you peer down at him questioningly.

“What did I say? Eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch me make you cum.”

You do as you’re told, watching his every move as he does exactly what he said he would.

Wrapping his lips around your swollen clit, he sucks the bud into his mouth as he moans, the vibrations sending a spike of pleasure through you. His fingers circle your hole slowly, a guttural groan escaping you as he stretches you gently.

Eddie eats you out like he does everything, loud and full of exuberance. The filthy sounds of his tongue lapping up your wetness and your moans only spur him on, trying to pull more sounds from your parted lips. He looks up at you, holding your gaze as he hums, chuckling into your folds when you gasp.

Your orgasm builds quickly, so much faster than when you touch yourself alone that you’re almost shocked when you feel it about to hit.

“Close”, is all you can mumble before pleasure rushes over you, back arching as you tumble over the edge.

“There you go”, Eddie praises as he watches you writhe on his fingers, feeling how tight you’re squeezing them. He can’t let himself think about how tight you’re going to be around his dick or he’ll come on the spot.

Chest heaving, you fall back onto the pillows, arm hiding your face as you giggle.

“What’s so funny?”, Eddie asks, flopping down onto the mattress beside you.

“S’just really good”, your chest vibrates with your laughter.

Eddie laughs with you, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you. “Y’know, if you thought that was good, I think actual sex is going to rock your world.”

“Oh, is that so?, you ask, reaching to cup the bulge in his jeans. “Then get over here and show me.”

Eddie gasps, hips bucking up into your touch. He fists the sheets as he watches you settle between his legs, fingers making quick work of getting his clothes off.

A loud, broken moan comes from your boyfriend when your mouth hovers over his erection, a firm hand wrapping about the base.

Tongue darting out, you lap at the head, humming at the taste of his precum.

“Hah—baby”, Eddie says hurriedly, arms shooting out to pull you up. “If you do that I won’t last.”

You can’t help but pout, a soft humph rumbling in your chest.

“Next time, I promise”, he pulls you down against his chest before he rolls you so he’s now looming over you.

“Next time? That’s a little cocky, assuming there’s going to be a next time”, you gasp against his lips as his cock grinds against your core, head catching on your swollen clit.

“Confident”, Eddie corrects, pulling you into a heated kiss, hips continuing to grind into yours.

He takes hold of the base of his cock, tapping the head against your soaked hole. “Ready?”

You nod, giving him a soft smile. “Ready”, you reply breathlessly.

Eddie braces one hand next to your head on the pillow, slowly guiding himself into you.

Gasping sharply when the head sinks in, your brow furrows as you hiss.

“Shh. I know, I know”, he soothes, pressing his forehead against yours. “Just breathe.”

“‘Kay”, you let out a shaky breath, “kiss me?”

Your lips meet in a fervent kiss, Eddie putting every ounce of love and affection into it in the hopes of soothing your discomfort.

“Okay”, you breathe against his cheek. “You can keep going.”

He sinks into you inch by inch, the hand at the base of his cock moving to grip your hip as he bottoms out.

“You're doing so well for me", Eddie croons down at you, eyes soft and loving as he mouths at the hinge of your jaw.

Panting into each other’s mouths, he stays still until you murmur, “move” against his lips.

The slow drag of his cock inside of you is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, nerves lighting up with pleasure. You grab onto his shoulders, nails digging into his sweat damp skin as you pant into his neck.

“Okay?”, Eddie asks breathlessly, keeping his thrusts gentle as he falls into a steady rhythm.

“Yes”, you moan into his neck, mouth latching on to suck an angry bruise into the skin. “More.”

Eddie lifts himself off of you to sit up a bit, hands under your ass as he shifts the position of your hips.

A wolffish grin spreads across his face as your back arches, a needy whimper escaping as you babble. “Ohmygod, Eddie. So fucking good. I can’t—fuck.”

He quickens his pace, hips snapping into yours as the head of his cock drags deliciously against your gspot. 

You’re a moaning, whimpering mess under him, face and chest flushed and heaving.

Eddie’s not much better, bangs plastered to his sweaty forehead as he groans long and loud, feeling you start to tighten around him. He’s trying his best to hold off his own orgasm until you come.

His hand settles between you, thumb making quick circles against your clit. Your hips buck into his touch, rocking yourself down onto his cock as he thrusts in.

“I can feel how tight you’re getting, are you gonna come for me?”

Your mouth drops open in a silent moan, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm builds.

Eddie feels your muscles start to seize, your legs shaking as you teeter on the edge. He leans in close, growling into your ear.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come for me. Need to feel you come on my cock.”

That’s all you need to hear before you’re shaking apart, howling as your orgasm washes over you, so intense your vision whites out for a moment or two.

Eddie hunches over your, groaning into your ear as he slams into you a handful of times before he’s gone, biting down on your shoulder as he comes deep inside you.

He rolls off of you after a moment, pulling you in to tuck you into his side as you both catch your breath.

“So, will there be a next time?”, Eddie teases.

You elbow him, giggling when he makes a wounded noise for show. “Oh fuck off.”

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[jayydaamariee-deactivated202208]

Spooky season has begun 🧡🎃

[billieeeeee]

viserys after every episode

[daemonsdarksister]

VISERYS IS MESSYYY ASDFHGK

[aloyalfangirl]

SER HARWIN STRONG PLEASE COME BACK I MISS YOU SO MUCH 🥺

[thatlittlered]

Hands | Harwin Strong

A note under your door, sweet words that remain nameless. You read it in front of the fire; press it amongst the pages of a book to keep forever.

In the morn, you stroll along the royal gardens, the youngest Strong sister accompanying you as usual. She likes to talk of poetry, but as much as you wish, you cannot share the secret of your poet. There are ears everywhere in court and you are not to break the trust of the person who could find such loving words to say to you.

“Did you hear? My brother is to be Commander of the City Watch. The king himself will soon make the announcement, although that was to be expected with my father’s position at court.”

Her tone makes you laugh.

“Don’t be so dismissive of your brother’s achievements; I’m sure he’s more than earned it.”

“I am not! You know that is not what I meant. I have deep respect and love for Harwin. Larys, on the other hand…”

“Stop it! Someone could hear.”

Childish laughter fills the garden and you take seat amongst fresh roses.

“Alright, alright.”

Heavy footsteps approach slowly. It is as if your thoughts brought him to you.

“My ladies.”

“Harwin! Such coincidence, we were just talking about you.”

His large stature casts a shadow upon the two of you, but you cannot help but notice the delicate illuminance of his hair under the sun. His eyes are on you even when he addresses his sister.

“Nothing bad, I hope.”

“We could not find such things to mention if we tried.”

He smiles at you so softly.

It is suspicious truly that he, like any man, cannot be fully captured. A man renowned for breaking bones and winning battles kisses his sisters sweetly on the cheek and looks at you so tenderly that you might melt under his gaze.

“I thought to inform you, Brienna has just arrived from Harrenhal.”

“With the babe?”

“Of course.”

The girl flutters at the mention of her older sister and her newborn child coming into court.

“Will you not come, Harwin?”

“I will join you for dinner. You should go; she is very tired and awaits you.”

She mutters swift apologies and hurries away once you assure her there is no harm done.

The air tenses noticeably in her absence.

“Are you not in a hurry to meet your nephew?”

“What a cruel accusation to make, my lady.” his feigned hurt amuses you and he rejoices in your smile, “I, unfortunately, have matters to attend to beforehand, but I would escort you to your chambers if you allowed me.”

“I would not want to delay you-”

“It would be a pleasure to do so, my lady. Please believe me when I say so.”

Neither of you quite knows what to do with your hands. They hang like limp outgrowths and almost itch at the thought of a caress. Such a waste.

“I ought to congratulate you on your new rank. I was very happy to hear.”

His brows raise in surprise. You were very happy to hear.

“Thank you, my lady.”

“Does this mean you will not compete in the upcoming tourney?”

“I am afraid so, my lady. Otherwise, I would have asked for your favor already.”

This, in turn, surprises you.

The end of your brief journey comes right as the conversation seems to bear the littlest resemblance to passions shared through written words. Your parting ways aches like pulling a bandage from an open wound.

When the night douses the city in darkness, another note is at your door. Of course, no name is to be found on it. He knows better than to risk your reputation.

He talks about the color of your eyes, the softness of your hands when they touched him briefly.

The next five moons, there is not another note. Now formally Commander, you assume he has no time for boyish affections. It was foolish to assume you knew his heart.

[headkiss]

Pretty

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: three times eddie almost asks you out, and the one time he does.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: nothing! smitten eddie and reader with lots of fluff and waiting for them to get together!

a/n: hi hi! sorry for the wait for this one, but i hope you guys like it and pls let me know what u think :D

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Somehow, Eddie was roped into bringing Dustin to the arcade on a random weeknight. Something about Steve working and a new game being installed that he couldn’t miss.

And anyway, he has a hard time saying no to the kid.

So, that led him to having to clean out his van of his staches and anything he deemed unsuitable for the nosy eyes of Dustin Henderson. Eddie never thought he’d care so much about the youngest members of Hellfire, but he saw a lot of himself in them.

After picking up Dustin, who insisted on choosing the music, and driving to the arcade, he parked and followed Dustin inside. Of course, Eddie’s been to the arcade before, but last time he went, Keith was the one working there.

And you—who had a bright smile and was waving to Dustin—were certainly not Keith.

Eddie trailed behind his younger friend as he walked over to the counter to talk to you. Of course, Eddie knew who you were, but you were different from the person he went to school with, you seemed happier, like there was a weight that wasn’t holding you down anymore. He also had no idea you knew Dustin.

“Hurry up!” The curly-haired boy called from where he stood by the counter.

Eddie hadn’t even realized he stopped walking.

He caught up quickly, coming to rest his elbows on the desk you stood behind. You were laughing at something Dustin had said and it was a beautiful sight. Eddie wanted to make you laugh like that himself.

“Finally. Eddie, this is my old babysitter,” Dustin introduced you, even if you already knew each other. “Now she’s here all the time and loves when I come in.”

Eddie whispers your name, testing it on his tongue.

“You how he found out about this new game?” He faces you, and he swears he can feel his heart stutter when you make eye contact.

Your eyes are kind, soft, and surrounded by smudgy eyeliner that brings them out even more. He’s struck by how pretty you are. Not that you weren’t before, he’s just never noticed it until now.

“Guilty,” you shrug with a shy smile. “But hey, you can hang out with me here if you’d rather.”

Dustin was off with a rushed promise of getting the high score, and then it was just you and Eddie. He decided to take you up on your offer of passing the time with you. He’s sure it beats listening to Dustin yell at a video game.

“So, Eddie,” you prop yourself up with an elbow on the counter, chin perched on your hand. “Haven’t seen you since school. How are you?”

“Good, yeah. Finally graduated, so that’s something.”

“That’s great! What about your band?”

He’s surprised you knew about it, but he tries to hide it. “Corroded Coffin, yep. Still going.”

“And Hellfire? Dustin tells me all about it when he’s here.”

He can’t deny the pleasure he feels knowing you know about his hobbies. Even if you’ve probably learned it all through Dustin.

“Couldn’t let it go so I still run it. It’s nerdy but I love it.”

“Nothing wrong with nerdy. I’ve heard lots about it and it sounds really fun.”

You don’t mean to sound creepy or come off that way, knowing about Eddie and wanting to talk about it. You’re interested in knowing, you want to be his friend. He’s kind and funny and has an energy about him that you want to be around. He makes you a little nervous, even if you hide it well.

“It’s, um.. Yeah. It’s great.”

The evening moves along and you and Eddie talk through it all, save the interruptions from customers when you’re actually needed. It was easy and even through the awkward points, you both wanted to be there.

Eddie wasn’t expecting to actually enjoy himself, he was expecting a night that was a favor to Dustin and that’s it. But you were there. You made it better.

“Alright, I’m ready to go,” Dustin strolls up to the counter and sets his hands on his hips, impatient and demanding as always. You smile at him.

“Get the high score?”

“You know it! You better tell me if anyone beats it.”

“Always do, Dusty.”

He gives you that toothy grin that you love. He really is a great kid. He then turns to Eddie and gives him a look that said ‘let’s go.’

“Well, duty calls. It was nice to see you.”

“You too, Eddie. See you.”

“Bye, pretty.”

He’s out the door before you can properly react to his term of endearment. You certainly could get used to hearing it from him, though.

In the van, Dustin eyes Eddie before saying, “so did you ask her out?”

“What?”

Dustin huffs, like it’s obvious. “You were all oh my gosh, swoon, as soon as you saw her. Seriously.”

“I was not,” was he? Eddie had no idea what he was feeling but he knew that you were pretty, and that he wanted to spend time with you again. That was it.

“You were! She was too, so you guys should totally date.”

“Listen here, Henderson. I’m the elder, so I give the advice and make the decisions. It’s not like that, just haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“Sure.”

-

It’s the weekend after that day at the arcade and your friends have managed to wrangle you into a night out. You weren’t opposed to going it, you just had to be in the right mood. That mood didn’t come until they told you Corroded Coffin would be playing.

Eddie’s band.

You don’t want to admit it, but you’ve been waiting for him to come in again since last time. And every time Dustin walked in, you’d peek behind him to see if Eddie would be following. So far, he never was, so you took this chance to see him again.

It worked, because he was on stage when you walked in. You froze for a moment, taking him in. He was playing his guitar, and there was sweat dripping from his forehead and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything hotter. He was really something.

Your friends tugged you over to the bar, forcing your attention away from Eddie. You took turns placing your orders and grabbing your drinks.

Eventually, you made your way to the dance floor with your small group. You didn’t think you’d have fun, but you were. Letting loose and moving along with the songs Eddie and his band were playing.

You spared a glance over to the stage, and Eddie was already looking at you when you glanced at him. Your eyes locked and he gave you a smirk before looking back at his guitar. He seemed like a whole new person up there, confident and free.

It was a great sight to see. Him in his element.

Each time you looked over at Eddie, he’d be looking, too. Or at least, you were convinced he was. Sometimes he’d smile, or wink, and sometimes he’d just look away as if he’d been caught. It was a push and pull and you were bathing in the slightest attention from him.

Closer to the end of his set, you drifted off to the bar, taking a seat and really watching him play. The whole band was incredible, but you couldn’t get your eyes off of Eddie and you’re pretty sure he knew it. Your friends were still dancing away, some with partners for the night.

When the last song was played, you were determined to be the loudest one cheering.

Eddie was feeling a lot. Ecstatic that you showed up, that you looked at him so much during his set and that you shied away from him every time he’d give you an expression back. It was cute. He was nervous too, though. Nervous to know what you thought about his music and his performance. You just made him nervous in general.

He still wanted to talk to you. To hear you laugh and see you smile up close. God, maybe Dustin was right.

Gareth came up behind Eddie backstage, a hand on his shoulder. “Good one tonight, right? Even saw you making goo goo eyes.”

“Wha- Goo goo eyes?”

“Yes. So will you introduce me?”

“Gareth, she went to school with us. You literally know each other.”

His friend huffs, “okay. Re-introduce, then.”

“Fine.”

Eddie and Gareth make their way through the crowded bar, the Hideout. The former spots you easily, from your black Doc Martens all the way up to your hair. He takes the seat next to you, Gareth on his other side.

“Hi, pretty.”

It takes you a second to recover from the nickname. “Oh! Hi, Eddie. And Gareth. You guys were amazing.”

Eddie’s beaming at the praise. He treasures his music and to hear that you enjoyed it means a lot to him. Like, a lot.

“Thank you. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Eddie was close to you, his arm brushing against yours.

“Me three!” You had almost forgotten Gareth was there.

You strike up a conversation with him, though. Asking about the band and how Gareth likes it. He’s kind, and you think he’d get along with one of your friends so you beckon her over and introduce them. She and Gareth are lost in their own chat, so you get Eddie to yourself once more.

“So, you liked it?”

“Liked it? Eddie, you guys are insanely good. I loved it. You look so alive up there, like it’s where you belong.”

His heart was soaring. The way that you could see how much he loved to perform, that you could tell he loved it from one single set. He was amazed by you.

“Thank you,” he looks down, blushing. “I’m happy you think so. Next time you come see me let me know, I’ll get you to stand sidestage, sound good?”

Holy shit. “Yeah. Perfect, actually.”

You can’t believe you and Eddie hadn’t become friends until now, until Dustin dragged him into the arcade. You wish that you’d been closer to him in school, that you could’ve had years of his company already.

At least you know him now.

“So, how do you like working at the arcade?”

“It’s alright. Loud, and sometimes boring. Dustin and his friends brighten it up. They’re great kids.”

“They are. Shitheads, too.”

You laugh, a small one, but it’s there. Eddie feels accomplished that he’s the one who drew it out of you.

“Yeah they are. You do anything for work other than music?”

And so, the small talk grows from there. He learns about your hobbies and you learn about his life with his uncle and everything. It’s nice, and it’s rare to find someone so easy to talk to for you.

At some point, Gareth and his other band mates pull Eddie away for a second. The friend you’d set up with Gareth is with them, for some reason.

When they’re far enough away, she speaks first. “She likes you, Eddie,” before he can protest she continues, “trust me. I’m her friend, and I can tell.”

“You should ask her out, dude,” Gareth is next to talk.

His sentence is followed by agreements from everyone else.

“No way, guys. We’ve talked like twice. It’s too soon, okay?”

“No it’s not. Come on, man.”

“Maybe.”

He leaves with that, back to find you. He wants to ask you out, he does. He’s just afraid that you’ll say no, that he’ll scare you off. So, he decides he’ll wait. As long as you need him to.

What he doesn’t know is that you’re eagerly waiting for him to make a move.

“Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No problem.”

“So, where were we?”

“Mmm, something about…” You glance at his lips, the next word coming out quiet. “I don’t remember.”

His gaze flicks between your eyes and your mouth, he thinks you’re about to kiss him. Maybe he doesn’t have to wait too long after all.

But, before you can make contact, your friend taps your shoulder, whispers something, and runs off to the washroom.

“Oh gosh,” you look at Eddie, an apology written on your face. “I’m sorry, I have to go. My friend, she’s throwing up and-”

“Shh. It’s fine. Until next time, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You stand up, and so does he. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him down for a hug. His arms hold your waist tightly, his head tucked against yours. It was really, really nice. You breathe in his scent, he’s doing the same.

It's a bit before you pull away.

“Bye, Eddie.”

“See ya, pretty girl.”

You find it really hard to walk away from him, but your friend needs help and you’re not one to abandon them, so you leave.

-

The next time you see Eddie he’s yet again in his element; leading a Dungeons and Dragons campaign with Hellfire.

During Dustin’s latest visit to the arcade, he informed you of the week's meeting, and how excited he was for it. You couldn’t stop yourself from asking if you could tag along, if you could watch. He was quick to say yes, eager to get you and Eddie in the same room again, this time with backup.

You were excited to see Eddie doing something he loves once more. You were excited to see him in general, honestly.

His friends also seemed great, and you wanted to meet them all properly. Dustin assured you they’re great, and that you’ll get along just fine. You believed him.

When Eddie found out you were coming, he was nervous. He didn’t know what you’d think and he didn’t want you to think he was weird. He didn’t want you to look at him the way everyone else did. Like he was a freak, someone who didn’t belong. He never cared so much about what people thought. Not until he met you.

On the night of the campaign, he’s jittery. He fiddles with his rings more than usual, twisting them around his fingers, taking them on and off, anything that will keep his hands occupied. He messed with his hair enough that he had to try to tame it before you arrive.

You leave earlier than Dustin told you to, and you’re not sure if it’s because you just want to make sure you aren’t late or if it’s to get some time alone with Eddie before everyone else gets there. You weren’t used to feeling this way about someone, to have the urge to see them and speak with them as much as you could. To feel a pull.

The drive to Eddie’s trailer is spent psyching yourself up, giving yourself a pep talk and some time to figure out what you’ll even say when you get there. You think you want to flirt with him, more obviously than you have been but you’ve never been good at that. Eye contact and shy smiles were sort of all you could muster.

Parked outside of Eddie’s, you flip down your car mirror to make sure you can deem yourself presentable. You run your pinky under your eyes to smudge your eyeliner out and brush away mascara flakes from the day, you apply a new layer of lip gloss, you’re about to check on your hair when a knock on your car window startles you.

It’s Eddie. Fuck, how much of that did he see, you wonder.

The answer is pretty much all of it. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie went outside as soon as saw your car pull up through his window. He stood on the porch for a second, but decided he’d rather say hi and hear your voice. He thinks it’s really sweet that you felt the need to touch up your makeup before seeing him, even though he thinks it’s completely unnecessary. It’s sweet, nonetheless.

Once your car is shut off, he opens your door and holds out a hand for you, “m’lady.”

“Thanks,” you take it and get out of the car. You decide to pull him into a hug, your arms around his neck to pull him in, just like you did at the Hideout. “Hi, Eddie.”

He hugs you right back, chin perched on your shoulder and nose buried in your hair. He squeezes you as he greets you, “hi, pretty.”

Reluctantly, he pulls away from you to look at your face, the color of your eyes and the way your eyeliner brings them out. He thinks the nickname he’s given you is quite perfect, because you really are pretty. Your signature boots on your feet and the rings on your fingers that match his nicely, chunky and silver.

If anyone was made for him, he’s pretty sure it’s you. He has no idea how to tell you that.

“Come on,” he leads you up the few steps to his front door, opening it and beckoning you inside. He stays by the door while you take a look around, shy about the lack of space he has, but it’s home.

“It looks so cozy in here,” and you’re being honest. The blankets thrown about the living room and the pillows on the couch, the soft lighting and the slightly messy kitchen. It looks lived in and you love that.

“I’m sorry it’s a mess. And kinda small,” he scratches the back of his neck.

“It’s great, Eddie. Honest.”

He smiles at you, close-mouthed and small, but a smile. You hate that he feels bad about where he’s living, that he feels the need to apologize for it. You walk back over to him and tug him to the couch, sitting down and waiting for him to do the same.

You keep your hand on his arm for longer than necessary.

“So, what should I expect? I’ve never actually seen anyone play DnD, only heard Dusty talk about it.”

“It gets kinda loud, but it’s ‘cause we’re all sort of invested in it. I just hope we don’t scare you off because of it.”

“You could never, trust me.”

Eddie’s struck by the sincerity in your tone, the way you keep your eyes on his when you say it. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so convinced that someone wants to stick around, that he’s ever believed them. But you, you have a way of speaking that makes him trust everything you say, soft and kind and it eases him like a glass of water on a hot Hawkins summer day.

He’s sort of lost in you, his eyes flickering across your face and he notes a stray strand of hair that’s fallen over your forehead. He reaches out and pushes it back, his touch light as ever but your skin burns where his fingers were all the same.

You think you’re about to kiss yet again when heavy-handed knocks on the door snap you both out of it.

From then on, the group builds up until everyone is there, gathered around Eddie’s coffee table on pillows while you sit on the couch and watch.

He was right, the atmosphere is rowdy, sort of chaotic but it’s full of passion and you can see why they enjoy the game so much. It’s exciting, even for you: someone who knows almost nothing about it. You can't help but smile when they seem to be winning, to cheer when they do.

Through it all, though, your focus was mainly on Eddie. He was so animated, so lively in his task to narrate the game that it filled the room, a contagious energy that’s undeniable. Every single person in that room was so invested, so thrilled and it was because of him. You were kinda, sort of, maybe in awe of him and the way he moved. The authority he seemed to hold.

Once the session ended, you pulled him aside. “That was something else, Eddie, really.”

“Like in a good way?”

“Of course! I could watch you for hours, you’re so captivating.”

He’s blushing. He’s not the best at taking compliments and coming from you, he’s even more bashful about them.

“Thank you,” he smiles, this time it’s a full one. Boyish and wide.

“Thank you for letting me come watch. I don’t really wanna leave but…I’m working tomorrow.”

“It’s no problem, I’m glad you were here. I’ll walk you.”

He does, out the door and right to your car. You both pause at your car door. You lean against it, back against your vehicle and Eddie lets his arms rest on the roof of it, caging you between them. It’s a position that keeps you close to each other.

“Thanks again for having me. I had a really good time.”

“You’re sweet. And welcome anytime.”

There’s a stillness in the air, a question lingering of will you or won’t you kiss. Both of you can feel it, neither of you lean in for a while. When Eddie does, he gets nervous at the last second and swerves to kiss your cheek instead. You hide your disappointment.

He then pulls you into the hug that feels so familiar, easy.

“See you, pretty.”

“Bye.”

He lets you go and heads back inside, and you drive away. When he opens the door, everyone’s looking at him.

“What?”

“Fucks sake, Eddie,” Dustin huffs.

“What?” He repeats

“Dude. Really? You didn’t even kiss her?” Jeff is next to talk, as if it’s that easy.

“Did you at least ask her out?” Gareth asks.

“Um,” Eddie’s feeling put on the spot, “no..?”

“Eddie!” They all say it at the same time.

“If you don’t get your shit together and ask her out, I swear.”

Eddie can’t even keep track of who’s saying what, all he knows is that they’re saying ‘it’s so obvious,’ and ‘are you that dumb?’

The one that sticks with him is when Dustin says, “she couldn’t even stop looking at you. Smiling like a fool the entire time. It’s kind of gross.”

Fuck, he likes you so much. The possibility that you like him too is enough to get him to devise a plan. With the help of Hellfire, of course.

-

Eddie had the plan ready the night of the meeting, but it took him nearly a week to get the courage to actually go through with it. It wasn’t major; he’d show up just before you close at work with some food, talk to you over dinner sort of like a date, seal the deal by asking you out for real. Hopefully kissing you.

You had a long day at the arcade. The people were extra noisy and time went by extra slowly. You couldn’t help but hope that Dustin and his friends would come in. That they’d bring Eddie, too. Every time the door opened you’d check for that familiar head of hair. No luck.

To make it all worse, five minutes before closing you hear the door open once more. You throw your head back and sigh in defeat. Longest day ever.

“Sorry, we’re closing!” You put on your ‘customer service voice,’ cheery and overly kind.

“‘S just me, pretty! Can I come in?”

You perk up right away because that’s Eddie’s voice and you know it. You make your way to the door and the smile that blooms on your face at the sight of him is so wide it’s kind of pathetic. You like him so much.

“Eddie!” You wrap him in a hug.

“Oh,” he’s surprised, you’ve never been so enthusiastic to see anyone, he doesn’t think. He doesn’t hesitate to hug you back, “hi.”

You squeeze him tight before pulling away, “sorry. Hi.”

You take a small step back, slightly embarrassed that you pounced on him so quickly, but you’d been wanting to see him all day and here he was. He looked pretty, his hair damp like he showered before coming, his cheeks a little flushed.

“Brought some food. Eat with me?” He holds up the takeout bag held in his hand.

“Yes, please.”

You lock the door and flip the sign to closed, then gesture for him to follow you into the office so you could eat at the desk together. He trails behind you, admires the way you walk and your outfit of the day.

The two of you sit down, and Eddie unpacks the bag, smiling proudly when you tell him he got your order perfectly. He’ll remember to thank Dustin for that later. You eat together and it’s nice, it’s peaceful.

He asks about your day, you tell him and do the same. You could easily get used to this. Eddie with you for dinner, the conversation and the way he’s able to make you laugh without really trying. Everything stays light while you have your meal.

At one point, Eddie leans forward and wipes something away from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. Neither of you say anything about it.

Once the table’s cleared, Eddie prepares himself to tell you how he feels, to ask you out. He’s nervous, of course he is, but he feels comfortable around you and if the dinner you just had was in any way similar to what a date would feel like, he needs to ask.

“So,” he starts. “I actually came here to talk to you about something.”

You look at him, showing him he’s got your attention fully and wait for him to continue. You’re really, really hoping he’ll say what you think he’s going to.

“I.. um.” He fumbles with his words, takes a deep breath, and tries again. “I wanted to know if you’ll go out with me? Like a real date?”

“Really? Me?”

You want to say yes, you want to scream it, but you need to be sure that he means it. If his actions tell you anything, he certainly does.

“Are you kidding?” He pulls your chair closer to his, reaches for your hand and holds it. “Yes, you. I like you. An insane amount and I have since that kid dragged me in here. I’m glad he did because we got to talk and I was like, wow, you know? And-”

“Eddie?” You cut him off.

“Yeah?”

“I like you an insane amount, too. Will you kiss me?”

“Holy shit.” He whispers, then, his mouth is on yours.

He kisses you like he’s been starving for it. You know you have. It’s sort of messy, but it’s slow and careful at the same time. He holds your neck softly, just enough to angle your head the way he wants, and you love every second of it.

Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever felt this way before in his life. No, he knows he hasn’t. Kissing you is addicting to him, and now that he’s done it once he doesn’t know if he can hold himself back. Though, by the way you’re pulling him closer by his shirt, he doesn’t believe he’ll need to with you.

You pull away only when you need the air, your forehead against Eddie’s and hands still holding his shirt. A satisfied smile spreads across your face.

“Does that mean you’ll let me take you out, pretty?” He asks.

“Obviously.”

[indouloureux]

I neeeeedddd a mini Eddie fic pounding into the reader in missionary. Thighs spread, calves dangling off his ringed fingers feet swinging besides him. The sound of skin slapping and her slick spilling over the edge of the bed and coating his happy trail🤌 Eddie’s hair’s tied into a cute manbun but a few curls escaped so they’re partially covering his eyes but you can see they’re pure white from him rolling them back in awe

i apologize if this seems rush i have a migraine while i'm writing this:D

18+ mdni. cw: unprotected sex, mentions multiple orgasms, creampie. breeding kink.

just.... eddie, his hands hooked beneath your knees to lift your legs up around his torso as he fucks you in such an unforgivable pace that switches between slow and fast, soft and rough. he's torturing you without meaning to, and he absolutely loves it.

his hands are cold against your burning skin, a euphoric singe of silver against flesh. your hands grasping tightly on his flexing shoulders whenever he pounds into your tight cunt. that obscene, hollowly wet squelch of his cock driving deep into your dripping pussy was a siren harmonized by his moans and your cries.

"fuck, hold on, baby," eddie would stop thrusting to move back, only to grasp your calves and place them on either side of his head before he bends down. you're almost snapped in half, but the position allows him to go deeper and suddenly, you're seeing hot white.

"oh, fuck—eddie," your jaw unhinges, a pretty, pretty sound mewled from your swollen lips. eddie's grip is tight on your thighs you're certain it'll leave bruises but, shit, you love it when he bruises you.

eddie coos, nudging his nose with yours before he kisses your cheekbone with an open, lazy mouth. "i know, sweetheart, i know. gonna fuck you real good, yeah? gonna let me take care of you?"

one of your hands has gathered enough energy to tuck a stray hair behind his ear, his man bun loose behind his head, his bangs sticking to his forehead; but eddie, in this fucked out, blissful haze he's swimming in, still looks breathtaking.

you nod vigorously. "yes, please. eddie- your cock feels so fuck- oh! so fucking amazing,"

"yeah?" his lips twitch into a smirk, your thighs aching, smushed between his chest and yours. "you make such pretty sounds for me, babe. keep doing it for me, okay? so pretty. so pretty pretty pretty...."

his nose buries in the nape of your neck as he starts thrusting again. his heavy balls slap against your puckered rim, your ass rippling at every pound of his, a puddle beneath you that makes the covers stick onto the pudge of your ass.

eddie scatters heat across your neck to your shoulder, a suckle on your jawline and a lick on your pulse point before he lifts his head up to capture your mouth into a hot kiss.

open mouthed, his tongue ventures and grazes yours into a hellish kiss. eddie's pistons faster, one knee pressed against the bed to move deeper, and suddenly he breaks away from you. his darkened eyes of lust rolls to the back of his skull, his head throwing back in ecstasy when your walls clench around him.

your moans go higher, shorter and louder, blunt nails digging onto the thick flesh of his back, a translucent mess glinting from his happy trail to his coarse hair above his dick that has been dampened from your previous orgasms, his bare cock lathered of your white fluids.

"'m gonna cum," he groans, eyebrows connecting while his mouth opens wider to moan just as lewd as yours. "fuck, baby, gonna cum inside you. gonna fill you up until you're all swollen down here in your pretty little belly. fuck you full, yeah? bet you'd like that don't you? filthy girl."

"yes! yes cum in me," you pant into his neck. "gimme your cum, baby. breed me. breed my fucking pussy,"

he gasps out a laugh when his forehead falls down to rest against yours. "shit, honey!"

a few more thrusts and your insides are filled with warm spunk, his cum painting your gummy walls white, his cock that pistons still pushing his seed deeper into your puffy canal. eddie watches his length disappear from between your folds, with each time he pulls out, you leak and you leak and everything between your joint bodies is sticky with cum and sweat.

[writingmysanity]

Slowing down

Prompt: Smile + lunch dates on busy days

Pairing: Viktor x Botanist!reader

Word count: 1490

TW: sweet, really sweet... i will not pay for your dentist visit.

A/N: I wrote this at 3 am- so I am sorry if there are any mistakes or if Viktor seems too OOC. i just felt like some sweet fluff in the middle of some chaos i needed from time to time. Unbeta'd as per usual- all mistakes are my own.

This is part of the "sanctuary" universe but is a side piece not in the actual plot of said story as I work on the larger pieces.

Life on campus can only be categorized as busy, bodies hurling past each other in a blur. Everyone has somewhere to be, or something to do in the name of Progress. 

As someone who naturally comes with their own speedometer, you are often looked at as a blockage, a nuisance- what your professors have categorized as “slow” as you refuse to rush your life to accommodate someone else's lack of planning. They can't fault you, you are at the top of your class, your grades set the bar. They just don't understand why you would rather actually spend your time off not working, or how you can contemplate leaving somewhere a bit earlier in order to not have to sprint to your next destination. 

Tactfully stepping to the side, weaving through the hordes of bodies swirling around you, you hum, pausing mid step to spin, soaking in the warmth of the sun after another harsh winter, laughter bubbling out of you at the sweet smell of spring. 

The closer you get to the lab, the sparser the amount of people, as Viktor and Jayce purposefully placed themselves the furthest they could from the masses to ensure silence. Readjusting the boxes in your hands, you move to free a hand, shouldering into the building. At first glance, there is nothing. No one home- the only sounds being that of machinery hissing and whining in random corners- the scientists’ newer projects. 

Quietly, you pad in, gently closing the door behind you, careful not to startle the two bodies huddled over their respective desks, hunched over to the point of, if you didn't know any better, you would say that they’re asleep. Chuckling softly, you meet Jayce’s eyes first, the man straightening with a grin, tired eyes drooping as he drops his pen.

“Nym,” he calls happily, moving to stand, hands out in an offer to help unload the boxes in your hands. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” laughing, you hand him the top box, patting his arm gently. You can feel Viktor’s eyes on you even before you turn to meet them.

“I come bearing gifts,” you tease, turning towards your favorite scientist. Though it could be said that you are biased. Probably. 

Viktor straightens as well, though he doesnt move to stand, but instead offers you a tired smile as he stretches his arms above his head, the cracks resounding on the otherwise quiet room.

“What did you bring?” he asks gently, huffing at the release of his sore joints. Jayce answers before you're able, his excitable voice floating around you both happily as he opens the box you handed him.

“Lunch!” you both chuckle at his excitement. Nodding, you pull up a stool next to Viktor, smiling sweetly up at him.

“Indeed, it is time for your mandatory lunch break,” you hum, placing a box in front of him. Leaning over the box a bit, he looks at it curiously, but does not open it yet- inspecting it. You laugh.

“The food is inside, Vik.”

“Ha ha,” he grouches playfully, tugging it open, his eyes fluttering closed when the smells hit him, sighing happily. “Very funny.” what was supposed to sound reproachful just came out as a breathy hum as his shoulders slump. 

Pausing, you pick at the lid of your own meal, smiling up at him sheepishly.

“So, you know, it's been a while since we got to eat together…” you mumble, looking up at him through your lashes. He pauses in starting to pull out the food you've made, looking down at you thoughtfully. He just nods slightly, leaning back in his chair, softening.

“It has,” he sighs, looking rather apologetic, and you can't seem to be upset with him. It's been busy for you all, he and jayce especially as they are working on the final pieces of the hexgate, ensuring that they will be done on time and work as planned. Smiling, you lean forward, resting your hand over his, hoping it shows that you aren't upset with him. 

“Would I be able to convince you to leave the lap to eat with me?” he doesn't even pause to think about it, immediately moving to box up his food with a smile.

“No convincing needed, my dear,” he hums, standing slowly, wincing as a few of his joints groan in protest- he has been sitting for entirely too long. “I believe some fresh air will do me good.” Jayce agrees from across the room, already shoveling the food into his mouth.

“I will be back later,” Viktor states, looking at his partner who just nods, smiling.

“Take your time.”

Gathering both boxes up, you hand Viktor his cane, beaming up at him. Chuckling, he motions for you to lead the way, holding the door open for you. Turning you, place your foot in front of it to keep it open for him to move through. He just smiles, gently squeezing your arm in appreciation as the door slides closed behind you both. Quietly, he holds a hand out for one of the boxes, but you just grin, adjusting your hold on them, taking his hand in yours. 

Quirking an eyebrow at you, he doesn't say anything, just laces his fingers with yours as you start towards the greenhouse in silence. In a world so loud, it was pleasant to just be able to be quiet with him, walking comfortably, occasionally bumping your shoulder into his arm, earning a chuckle as he paused to tap your foot with his cane playfully. 

“You'll topple me over one of these days,” he teases, his eyes glowing like sunshine. You can't help the softening of your resolve to try and keep a straight face, his smile just as blinding.

“You'll do that to yourself, tapping me with your support device,” you counter. Snorting a laugh, he bumps his shoulder to yours, eyes sparkling with mirth. 

“I would never make you hit yourself, darling,” he hums, tugging your hand to help you up a cobblestone step leading around to your garden. This time, you snort at him, shaking your head.

“How sweet,” he just nods, feigning seriousness. 

“I think it's all the sweet milk,” he states, shrugging. 

“Sound scientific,” you offer, motioning for him to sit first at your normal table at the edge of the forest of trees. He shrugs you off, pulling your chair out for you instead, waiting patiently until you slide in, huffing at his stubbornness, mumbling a thank you. 

“It is,” he assures you. “I've done extensive research. Now tell me, dear. How is your work?” reaching for his box, he starts pulling out his food, you parroting his motions as you start in about the council’s newest regulations, funding and your frustration at their shortened timeline and expectations for better results.

“Progress never sleeps,” he muses as he eats, the motion reminding you to take a bite yourself.

“I get that, I do. But I am a botanist- not a mage.” you grumble. “No matter how often Mel refers to my abilities as magic.” This makes Viktor snort a laugh. “They’re plants, Vik. I can't make them bloom any quicker than the season allows.” 

“Seems they will just have to be patient,” he agrees, hand resting over top of yours as he continues to eat. Grinning, you shake your head.

“Because they are so patient,” you muse, relishing in the warmth of his hand for a moment before turning your hand palm up. He doesn't lace your fingers, starting to stroke over your palm slowly, soothingly, in random patterns, humming in agreement. 

“Truly, they make Jayce look patient,” he muses back, earning a laugh. He beams at that, rubbing his thumb into the meat of your palm. 

Pausing, you sigh, smiling up at him.

“Thank you for eating with me,” you hum, looking sheepish. “It's rather lonely without you,” you admit, scratching the back of your neck sheepishly. Softening, Viktor tugs you closer by your hand, lips running along the side of your nose and under your eye, making your eyes flutter at the sensation. 

“I've missed you, too,” he whispers, still barely an inch from your face, golden eyes seeming to swirl with light. You don't even fight getting lost in them until they close, two fingers under your chin tugging you closer to bridge the gap. His lips are feather light, barely there until you lean into him, tugging him even closer by his tie. 

“Hmm,” you sigh as you pull back, but neither of you move very far away, eyes opening slowly. “You probably need to get back soon.” he shakes his head, smiling. “But the gates-”

“Can wait,” he states simply, running his thumb over your cheek. Frowning, you fight the urge to melt into his touch.

“Jayce-”

“-said to take my time,” he shrugs, standing slowly, grabbing his cane before offering you his free hand. “And I intend to.” 

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[everafterfics]

What Do You Know About Love? [Viktor x Reader]

This was just a quick fic cause I was having some feelings recently that I needed to get out. It’s about 650 words and I wrote it kinda fast. There’s no use of Y/N at all either by the way.

Synopsis:

Viktor says that he loves you but you aren’t sure what love feels like.

Warnings: Nothing explicit. I don’t want to say it’s angst but the reader does question themselves about love

Viktor cupped your cheeks gently in his hands and he brought your face close to his own. “I love you.” he whispered before placing his lips upon your own. It was a long drawn out kiss, passionate without going over the edge. He pulled away slowly but when he opened his eyes the last thing that Viktor expected to see were tears streaming down your face. He hesitantly placed a single hand to your cheek and lightly wiped away a tear as he spoke. “What’s wrong?”

“I-I want to…” Your voice caught in your throat, unable to complete your sentence. 

Viktor cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. He spoke with a voice like honey, one that could soothe anything that was wrong. “You want to? What is it that you want my love?”

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[50shadesofrossi]

Want Me

Ser Harwin Strong x Female Reader

Summary: You're Rhaenyra's lady in waiting, by her side at all times and thus leading you to spend many hours within Ser Harwin's company, drawing the two of you together

Warnings: Smut, mentioned violence, swearing, angst (if you squint), fluff

A/N: Hi, small warning, haven't written a full smut scene for a while so I'm a little rusty, but I hope you enjoy :)

"Want me to kill him?" You absentmindedly offer to Princess Rhaenyra. 

She chuckles from behind you, her fellow ladies attempting to hide their smirks and smiles whilst they finish up her hair. "I know how much you crave violence, but I can not allow you to kill him. Besides, how would you even do it?"

You pause in the mirror, your eyes flickering to find Rhaenyra's. "Seduction is a woman's greatest strength." You whirl around to face her, a cruel expression etching into your face at the thought. "A simple poison into his drink and during the night he'd cease breathing and the Maestor would declare a heart attack. An easy kill, if I say so myself," 

The princess raises her eyebrows, her lips pursing together. Tonight is her name day feast, celebrating another year of her youth and thus drawing in all the potential suitors wishing to offer themselves. One of the Lannister twins made a fool of himself, offending Rhaenyra and thus resulting in you plotting his death, should your princess command it. 

As her lady in waiting, you take your role very seriously. Though, you are oft referred to as her sister, the two of you becoming close at a young age and growing up together. It has solidified your relationship with her, and in turn, you know each other inside and out. 

Your sharp words and cunning nature are a breath of fresh air as opposed to the customary expectations of Rhaenyra's fellow ladies. 

You glance over yourself once more in the mirror, your attention spanning over the finer details of your gown and the excellent work of the seamstress. The dress accentuates your frame, the embroidery and accessories dating back to your House and heritage. 

You look like a woman, a woman grown and of power. 

"Are you ready?" Rhaenyra pulls you from yourself, twirling around to give you a full look at her. 

"Indeed, and must I say my Princess, you look divine." You tell her honestly. 

She smiles, the two of you making your way to the great hall. Heads turn at the sight of you both, the heir to seven kingdoms and her fierce lady, who would protect her more so than a knight. 

Your stomach begins to twist as you near the hall, your teeth grinding together to keep the nerves at bay. You feel a reassuring squeeze on your hand, your dear friend sensing your change in behaviour. 

"If he doesn't fall at your feet and beg for your hand, I'll feed him to Syrax myself," she whispers. 

You bite your tongue, though a small smile creeps out. In the past moons, you've become acquainted with a knight, the two of you sharing passions and dreams. Nothing more of talk has happened thus far, but you can't help but think that maybe he will ask for your hand in marriage, as the two of you spend most days side by side. 

He makes your heart beat rapidly, with the small gestures and whispered words when no one is close. Not to mention, the way he looks at you, like no one else exists but you. 

Yet, you can't help but think that you're in way over your head, too consumed to see the reality. 

You have no time to ponder Rhaenyra's words, as the two of you arrive at the hall, the chatter dying down instantly. Swallowing, you hold your head high, following Rhaenyra down the stairs and toward the high table where you veer off to your own. 

His eyes were on you the moment you appeared, refusing to leave even as you sit down. You look absolutely breathtaking. 

Of course, you avoid his gaze, even from across the room, as you begin to fill your plate. Your skin ignites under his heated stare, your desire overweighting your sense of propriety. Glancing up, you meet him, his deep blue eyes burning into your darkest depths and tearing down every wall you've ever built. 

Ser Harwin Strong, renowned for his strength throughout the seven kingdoms and his proud house. 

Your cheeks heat up under the intensity, neither of you daring to break contact. You admire how he's dressed, his fine threaded clothes making him look regal, his unruly curls neatly pulled back into a bun. Gods.

The grumble of your stomach brings you to your senses, your head bowing down to begin consuming your food. You feel him continue for a heartbeat longer, before he diverts his attention elsewhere. 

As the night begins to progress, you drag Rhaenyra to dance, moving with the music and enjoying yourself. You change partners throughout, making yourself known and extending yourself to the other lords and ladies currently attending for the princess's name day. 

For once, Harwin doesn't grace your thoughts, until he becomes your next partner. 

Your eyes widen for a moment, your breath catching. "Ser-" you start, not expecting to see him. 

"My lady, you look exquisite." His rasps, his body feathering your own. 

His heat wraps around you like wild vines, pulling and tugging you closer, enticing you to become lost. You hit your chin out, refusing to fall prey. 

"And you, good Ser," 

Harwin smiles, a hum of satisfaction rumbling within his chest. His hand brushes your own, a part of him needing to touch you, his resolve almost snapping from the softness of your flesh. His fingers itch to press firmly, to warn off any man or lord that dare think they have a chance with you. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, this evening?" He asks, his lips close to your ear as to make sure you hear him over the loud music. 

You turn your head, his breath fanning your cheek. Heat pools within your stomach, want gnawing at you and demanding to be free. "I'll enjoy myself once I've had my dessert," you dare. 

His eyes narrow, assessing the situation. Little minx. Before he can conjure his own smart remark, a fellow knight of the city watch approaches, pulling him away from you. You watch him go without a word, a sense of humiliation washing over you as you continue to dance alone, searching for Rhaenyra. 

You find her with her uncle, enjoying themselves. 

Biting your lip, you move off the dance floor, standing on the sideline. You feel deflated, watching your friends enjoy themselves and even sneak out of the hall with their suitors, and your heart's deepest love couldn't even excuse himself. He just left you. 

You see him, surrounded by his companions, and more so with an older woman hanging off him. Now you feel stupid, your usual confidence and ego a ghost. The woman wraps an arm around his waist, much like a partner, and him not moving. 

Of fucking course, I'm just the plaything to keep him entertained whilst his lover is elsewhere. 

Grinding your jaw in anger, you inhale deeply and begin to make your way through the crowd, ignoring Harwin and his group as you have to pass them to ascend the stairs out of the hall. Your hasty exit catches many people's attention, especially the one you were hoping wouldn't notice. 

You don't realise he follows you, until you almost reach your quarters. His boots hit the ground harshly, as he tries to catch you, going as far as calling out your name. You pause in front of your doors, whirling around to face him once he draws near. 

Fire dances within your eyes, making Harwin pause momentarily. "Ser Harwin?" You snap. 

"I wanted to make sure you're well, you left in such a hurry," 

"I'm fine," you start, your thumb running over your fingers anxiously. "The hall became too much, so I'm retiring for the evening." 

Harwin tilts his head. He calls bullshit. He knows you, he grew up alongside you and knows that you are one of the last to leave the party, oft enjoying yourself too much to notice the sunrise and thus requiring an escort, usually him. 

He reads your body language, depicting your sudden mood change has something to do with him. He chuckles lightly, amusement etching across his features at your frustrated glare. "You're jealous." 

"Jealous?!" You repeat in disbelief, your raised voice echoing the corridor. "Me? Of what?" You ask him incredulously. You naturally begin to step closer, "of that woman? Why would I be jealous of some wench when I am the Princesses lady in waiting, I can have almost any suitor I want, I have sway within these walls and no one quite realises the extent I'll go to if I'm pushed, not to mention," you stop just shy of him, your chest heaving. "One word to my Princess, and I can have whatever I want." 

Harwin peers down at you, a small smirk gracing his lips at your outburst. "I never said what you were jealous of," he says lowly, almost inaudible if not for your closeness. "I'll be sure to tell my sister you think she's a wench." 

Your world crashes and burns. Sister? That was his fucking sister?! Your heart ceases beating, your breath catches in your throat and your skin clams up. Realisation and dread wash over you, embarrassment etching into your cheeks. You become a wounded animal, and respond much as they do, 

"Fuck you." You don't know what compels you or who takes over your body, but you can't stop the words from tumbling out and sending them straight at Harwin. 

He blinks. 

Quickly you spin on your heel and make haste to your door, pulling the handle to only have it slammed shut, and a large body pressing against you. Your throat constricts, feeling Harwin's entire front against your back as his hand looms over your head, keeping the door closed. 

One small movement, and he could bury his nose into your hair. "Say that again," his chest rumbles, his mouth angling down to press on your ear. To make sure you hear him loud and clear. 

You're frozen, your body shutting down. You open your mouth but nothing comes out. "Go on, don't go shy on me now, my lady," he presses, pushing you. 

Licking your lips, you hesitantly shift on the spot, leaning your back against the door and tilting your head to hold Harwin's gaze. He pins you down, the entirety of his body caging you in, almost like a shield protecting you from peering eyes. 

"Fuck you," you whisper. 

Reflexively, his other hand snaps to your jaw, his fingers digging into the skin. Your lips part, your muscles relax and your body becoming a rag doll. He could very easily suffocate you like he was bunching up a piece of parchment, he wouldn't even feel your bones snap. Yet, in this very moment, your thighs press together, your garment becoming soaked with each passing second. 

You know he won't hurt you. His hold on you is firm and delicate, the pads of his fingers gently holding you in place. He tilts his head, assessing you like he would an opponent, his dark eyes roaming your face and his brows twitching in thought. 

You test the waters, standing straighter and in turn bumping your nose into his cheek. Harwin exhales shakily, his grip tightening if only a smidge, in comparison to his self-restraint. You nudge your nose against his, his hooded eyes following your every move. 

Your breath tangles with his own, desire and hunger transpiring. Harwin's jaw clenches, his palm against the door closing into a fist. You want him, he wants you. Swallowing thickly, your lashes feather your cheeks and you take the plunge, pressing your lips against his own with uncertainty. 

For a moment, you float, your body becoming weightless and your mind lost. His lips are softer than you imagined, despite his harsh reputation, soft and plump on your own. Harwin responds, before suddenly pulling you away by his grip still on your jaw. 

A bucket of cold water drenches you, his sudden cold demeanour creating a crack in your heart. Not so much that he pulled you away, more how forcible it was, after he began to lose himself under the taste of you. That hurts. 

Your eyes flash. You move to release yourself from his grip, but he tightens it, his head turning slightly as though to check for any movement within the corridor. With precision, he pulls you flush to his body and opens the door in one movement, shoving you inside to your quarters and locking the door behind him. 

"You naïve girl," he starts, running a hand over his beard. 

You scoff, creating distance between the two of you by standing at the window sill. "And they say romance is dead." 

Harwin narrows at you. "You have no idea what you've just done, what if someone had seen?" His voice raises, his hand gesturing to the doors. 

Confusion swirls within you at his sudden change of behaviour, at his switch from intimacy to frustration in an upsetting kind of way. "I don't see the problem," you cross your arms, raising a brow. "I want you, and I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks." 

"Well, you should!" You're taken aback by his sudden outburst, a sliver of fear creeping up your spine. "I am not good for you," he says your name with such emotion. "I have enemies at every turn, I can't be at your side protecting you every day and not to mention what would happen to your reputation-" 

"My reputation?" You cut him off, your voice low in disbelief of what you're hearing. "You think I give a fuck about my reputation! About your enemies? Gods Harwin," you begin to pace, your hands running over your head and falling against your neck. "How fucking dense are you?" 

He attempts to ignore the hiccup in his heart rate at the way his name rolls off your tongue. "I'm more than capable of protecting myself," you start after calming down a notch. You cross the room, standing before the brute and taking his large hands in your own. "Is it that hard to believe that I want you? That I don't care about everything else, about your history and reputation, about the fucking court gossip and your enemies? All I care about is you, your health and well-being, and that I know you'd never hurt me, physically and emotionally. I know you'd die protecting me, and you'd make me feel so loved, despite that shield you put in front of yourself every day." 

Harwin brings your hands to his lips, brushing them over your delicate fingers whilst he closes his eyes, relishing in the moment. His coarse beard caresses your skin, planting the idea of how it would feel between your thighs. 

He opens his mouth to speak, but you drop your hands down, beating him to it. "You want me Harwin?" your voice pulls to him, lulling him in. "I am right here, otherwise there's the door," you gesture. 

Your chest clenches at the thought of him turning his back. You wonder how he could kiss you back, then cough up some bullshit about him being bad for you. It confuses and wounds you. 

His lips part, the cogs turning in his head as he makes his decision. He surges forward, gently taking your head in his hands and angling you upward to capture your lips in a searing kiss. 

He walks you back until you hit the pillar, careful not to slam you into it. His lips move against yours hungrily, his tongue begging for entrance and his breath meddling with your own. Your fingers curl onto the front of his jacket, squeezing out any air left between you, your fronts pressing tightly. 

Your lungs burn, your actions becoming erratic as you move up to his hair, tangling his curls and removing the band keeping it back. You pull at the roots, emitting a deep groan from Harwin, his own hands gliding down your body to find refuge on your waist. 

You pour all your emotions into the kiss; the hunger, lusting, anger and need. He dominates you, his mouth slowly moving down your jaw, his teeth nipping along your bone and travelling to your neck, unknowingly finding your sweet spot. 

You bite your lip at the sound you release, a small sense of embarrassment flooding your body. Harwin immediately comes up, holding you still with his hard stare. "Don't you dare quieten on me." 

"Like your girls loud, Ser Harwin?" 

He chooses to ignore your comment. You smirk, your usual demeanour washing into the shore, a calculating look flashing in your eye. Before he can do anything you shove him back, pushing him down onto the lounge. 

Surprise is evident on his face, his eyes watching you curiously. You crouch between his spread legs, your palms sliding over his thighs in a soothing manner, slowly making your way to his waistband. 

You quite like this image; his unruly dark curls free and framing his face, his intense eyes swallowing you whole and his knees bent outward. He looks casual, yet so fucking handsome you have to restrain yourself from fucking him there. 

"Don't look at me like that," you scold, tugging on his pants. 

"Like what," he grumbles, lifting his hips. 

His pants pool at his feet, his hardened cock free from restraints. "Like I don't know what I'm doing." He eyes you suspiciously, waiting for you to shut down his thoughts. "I've been fucked before, if that's what you're wondering." 

He hums in dissatisfaction. 

"I'll decide if you've been fucked, my lady." You raise a brow at the title. 

He opens his mouth to say something more, but only a loud groan escapes, your lips wrapping around his cock. His hips reflexively jut, his hand moving to your head in response to your movements, your tongue flattening along the underside. 

Harwin shudders, his chest rising in deep pants under your ministrations and his fingers flexing in an attempt to hold himself back from face fucking you. You work him steadily, glancing up at him through your lashes and feeling a sense of pride roll down your spine at his dishevelled state, his head lolling over the back of the lounge. 

"Fuck," he curses, tilting down to hold your gaze. 

You move a hand to work the rest of his cock that you can't fit in his mouth, momentarily pausing when he grabs your wrist, and quickly heaves you off him. "You do that, and this night ends very quickly." 

"I find it hard to believe that Breakbones finishes in under twenty seconds," you muse, slipping out his grip easily and situating yourself on his lap.

He groans quietly, both in frustration and need. "Believe me, my lady, that when I cum, I intend on cumming in you and filling you up." 

"Good." 

You begin undoing his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms before moving to his shirt, heaving it up and revealing his toned stomach. Your fingers splay across his chest, feeling his hard-earned muscles and scars from various fights. You pause on a particularly large wound along his abdomen, feathering the pink tissue. 

"Don't worry about it," he whispers your name, reading the emotion on your face. 

"This is an assassination attempt, Harwin." You press, flickering up to hold his stare. "Someone almost succeeded in fucking killing you." Unwanted tears spring in your eyes, raw emotion thick within your voice.

The thought of Harwin being killed, frightens the fuck out of you. 

He cups your cheek, his thumb tenderly wiping a tear. "This is what I meant," he refers to his previous statement about his enemies. You still, your features hardening. 

"Don't you dare, Harwin. Don't you fucking dare." You spit. 

He stays silent, observing you whilst your fingers continue their path along his torso, grazing each other his scars. "Seven Hells help the next man that makes an attempt on your life," you vow, your hand splaying out over his heart. 

"My little warrior," he rasps, pulling you down to him. 

Your lips collide, the taste of him invading your mouth and stealing your breath away. You whimper at the feel of his hands sliding up your arms and resting on your collarbone, toying with your dress. Blindingly he reaches for the lace tying it together, pulling it apart and loosening the top section. 

Goosebumps rise along your flesh as Harwin gently tugs the dress down your arms, exposing your breasts and stomach once it pools around your hips. You rest your forehead in the crook of his neck, gasping under the ministrations of his hands along your breasts, his thumb tweaking the bud. 

You thread through his curls, your nails scraping his scalp and your lips seeking out his neck. 

Suddenly he lifts you off him, placing you down on your feet. You raise your eyebrows in surprise and a little confusion, unsure of his next motive. "Take it off," he commands softly, the low rumble in his chest making your heart rate spike. 

The dress falls to your feet and you step out of it, mindful of taking off your shoes and being left bare before him. He slowly takes his boots off, never breaking contact even whilst he removes his pants. 

You watch him stand, tilting your head as he comes near. He doesn't speak, nor does he kiss you again. Instead, he hooks his hands under your thighs and hoists you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and your arms coming to the back do his neck. 

He walks toward your bed, gingerly laying you down. You stare up at him with adoration, every fibre of your body knowing you're safe with this man. Despite his reputation, you could almost laugh, knowing that there is a softer, more caring side to him than anyone realises.

No one has ever touched you like you're glass, like you could shatter and slip through his fingers. He kisses you with so much passion and care, in stark contrast to his daily goings. You've witnessed him in a brawl, smashing the men to the ground without a worry and pummelling them to an inch of their life. 

Yet you know, these hands handle you with love. 

You slide up to the head of the bed, brushing the hair from Harwin's face when he comes to hover above you. He descends, missing your face entirely and planting kisses along your neck, slowly travelling south. 

Airy breaths leave you, your body responding to his attention, more so as he pauses over your breasts, taking an erect nipple into his mouth and tugging. Fire pools within your stomach, threatening to pour out. In a way it does, your head falling back into the cushions and your lips parting to release sounds of pleasure. 

Harwin continues his way down, his eyes flickering up to you through his loose curls, intently watching your reaction as he nears between your thighs, softly blowing cool air on your sensitive region. You grit your teeth, glaring down at him. 

"Hurry up." 

"As my lady commands," he chuckles. 

Your flush at the incredibly loud moan, not exactly expecting him to dive right in. Harwin drags his tongue up your slit, finding your clit and sucking. He switches between flicking your clit with his tongue and sucking, groaning lowly to himself at watching you writhe under him. 

He draws more sounds out of you, snaking a hand up to tease your opening, carefully entering a finger. "Fuck!" You arch your back, your hands reaching for his hair. 

He slowly pumps it out of you, enjoying the way you feel around him. He can only imagine how tight you'd be around his cock. The thought almost makes him fuck you right here. 

Your stomach twists, your knuckles turning white. No man has made you feel like this, even with just his mouth and finger, the two bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

He adds a second finger, wanting to properly prepare you for him, and enjoying watching you lose yourself to the pleasure he's giving you. 

He can feel you get close, teetering along the edge as he begins to increase his pace. You whimper at the ache, rutting your hips upward. "Harwin," you whine at the contact of his lips enclosing over your clit and sucking, hard. 

The fire burns brighter, scorchingly hot and desperate for a release. 

"Let go," he murmurs, gently nipping your clit. You do, your orgasm crashing down like a wave, engulfing you. 

He slowly continues to move his fingers through, allowing you to experience your high as he draws it out. He can't help but clean you up before he even thinks about moving away from the safety of your thighs. 

With ease, Harwin climbs back up, claiming your lips. You taste yourself, rummaging your hands through his hair and down his back, his muscles rippling under the pads of your fingers. 

He pulls away from you, question shining in his eyes; do you still want this?

You nod, leaning up to kiss him again, solidifying your answer. He hums, guiding his cock to press against your slit, teasing you for a moment before he nudges your opening. You gasp on his mouth, your nails digging into his shoulders at every inch. 

Harwin falls into the crook of your neck, groaning at the sensation. He stops moving once you've taken all you can, pausing to make sure you're comfortable. You clench around him in reflex, eliciting a deep rumble from his chest, his beard grazing your neck. 

"Harwin," you pant. "If you don't move in the next five seconds," 

He chuckles at your warning, slowly pulling back. You bite your lip, closing your eyes at the high pleasure rocking throughout your body. Harwin lifts his head, his forehead brushing your own. He intends to watch you complete shatter underneath him. 

He slams home, somewhat slow but hard, rutting into you like wild waves against a rock, your back arching and pressing your chest to his. You can't help but rake your nails down Harwin's back, ignorant to the fact that you're close to drawing blood, desperate for a way to show how easily he's unravelled you. 

"Gods Harwin," you cry out at each thrust, harder and deeper than before. 

He grins, his lips on your ear, "I know quiet isn't exactly in your nature, but maybe don't alert everyone in the Red Keep of our rendezvous." 

"Oh fuck off."

Harwin reaches for the headboard, his knuckles turning white from his harsh grip, using it as leverage to pound harder. You chant his name, subconsciously clenching and unclenching around him, causing him to falter each time. 

That burning ache brews within you, gradually growing with each slide into you. His free hand comes down to your clit, playing with the bud and drawing you closer to the edge. Overwhelming sensations spark up your body, your legs starting to shake from the pleasure. 

"Harwin," you whine. 

"I know," he grits, picking up his pace. He hits parts of you that you never knew existed, fireworks erupting each time he enters you deeper, if that were possible. "Good girl, you're taking me so well, hmm?"

Your head is tilted up by his hand leaving the headboard to cup the side of your face, forcing your eyes on him. You struggle to keep your eyes open, a drowsy, drunken look coming across you. 

Without warning, you let go, bursting around him. "Gods, fuck!" Harwin calls your name, following you over. He couldn't last any longer, not after feeling you come undone from him. 

You gape in a silent moan, relishing in the feeling of him fill you up, his hips slowing but not yet relenting. You shiver from the sensitivity, thankful for when he stops. You struggle to hold contact, fatigue seeping in. 

You sigh at the feeling of him remove himself, your muscles relaxing and your spine calming. You don't see where Harwin moves off to, until he comes back and murmurs for you to spread your legs, gently wiping his seed from your thighs. 

For a moment, you wonder what happens now. Does he just leave? Does he stay? What happens between the two of you? Thoughts rummage, ruining your come down. 

"Hey," he brushes your forehead. "Come here." He pulls the sheets back, indicating for you to crawl underneath. All those thoughts are momentarily thrown out the window when he slides in beside you, pulling you to him. 

You lay in silence, your head on his chest and your hand playing with his loose curls. "What happens now?" You can't help but ask. 

"Now?" He hums, his chest vibrating. "You become my lady wife, and I fuck you whenever I please." 

You laugh, rolling further into him. "You better, now that I've given you my maidenhood." 

He pulls away slightly, making you look at him. "What? You told me that this wasn't your first-" he stops, reading the glint in your eye and the expression on your face. "You cheeky girl, almost gave me a heart failure." 

You grin cheekily, not quite saying anything whilst you comb his hair. You've found yourself with an obsession. "Leave your hair like this," you say lowly, loving the way it frames his face. 

"But it gets in my way," he grumbles, swatting your hand away. 

"And I like it like this," you counter, going for his curls again, but this time running your nails along his scalp, smirking at his groan. "And I think you secretly like it too." He gives you the side eye, taking your other hand and bringing it to his lips.

[sharp-and-swift]

Joseph Quinn - Wonderland. (Autumn 2022)

#he knows #we know he knows #he knows we know he knows 

[tommydarlings]

pairing: dom!eddie x sub!reader

warnings: smut, size kink, slight dacryphilia

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"So d-deep Eddie fuck-" you moaned and whimpered while Eddie was fucking your pussy like you never experienced it before. He thrusted into your poor cunt hard, but not fast, what made it even more enjoyable and intense.

"Oh f-fucking hell sweetheart, pussy's swallowing my cock so good, so good" he whimpered at the end, eyes squeezing shut while his fist grabbed the sheets tightly next to your head.

As you looked down to the spot where the two of you were connected, you were pretty shocked to be able to see the literal outline of his dick through your belly. You audibly gasped as soon as you noticed it.

"What's wr-, oh my fucking god baby!" he laughed loudly, also being immensely surprised that he could see the outline of his member through your tiny and soft belly.

"This is the craziest shit I've ever seen, I can't believe this!" Eddie hips went faster and then a bit slower again, he mainly focused on the movements through your belly now rather than anything else, it's like he was obsessed with it.

You cried out and arched your back a bit when his hand suddenly slowly stroked over your belly, feeling his outline through it. "f-fuck Eddie, please" you whispered with tears brimming in your eyes from feeling all the pleasure and knowing that he's so big that you can see him through your belly.

"h-hold one real quick sweetheart" he muttered before he quickly reached for his camera that was laying on the little nightstand next to the bed. "what are you doing eds?" you asked him before he found a steady rhythm again, then you threw your head back once again and cried out.

"shh, it's okay pretty baby, it's okay, you just enjoy the feeling of my big fat cock in your pussy, stretching it and your belly out, while I'm taking a couple of beautiful pictures of it so I can remember this for eternity, yeah?" he nodded with a tight liped smile, not caring at all that he's fucking you to tears right now.

You could only nod with your head while biting your lip, pleadings and moans still echoing through the room while Eddie took multiple photos with a cocky smirk on his face.

"So pretty, such a pretty girl, all mine" he whispered while you assumed that he's taking a video because he was whispering these things while he was pointing the camera down to your belly, slowly and gently stroking his big ring covered fingers over the bulge.