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i dont think anything compares to the joy of getting asks on tumblr or getting comments on ao3

its like, wow. human communication thru the internet. except it feels personal. but yknow, in a nice way, not in an invasive way

its like, you CLICKED on MY account and read thru MY posts and cared enough to leave me a personal message. smth so cute abt that

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Take Your Time

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!virgin!reader

You and Simon go on your date and you're sure that you're falling for each other. Especially when you go back to his apartment.\

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) nipple play, fingering

You can’t take your eyes off your reflection in the mirror of the small dressing room. The lingerie set you’ve picked out compliments your skin beautifully. It’s a light blue color and the cups are made of a thin material, completely see through and you almost want to send Ghost-Simon-a photo to show him what he’s in for tonight. 

But you decide against it, wanting to see the look on his face when he undresses you. You want to see his eyes fill with lust as he takes in what you’re wearing, telling you how beautiful he thinks you are. You’ve been thinking about this moment for so long and even though you don’t know Simon that well, you don’t think you’d want anyone else taking your virginity. 

You change out of the lingerie and purchase it, buzzing with excitement as you think about how he’s going to react. You’re sure that this along with the dress you’ve picked out are going to be a lethal combo. For once, you’re going to approach the uncertainty with confidence. The old you would be so nervous that you’d find an excuse not to go. But the new you-the you that took over after that first call with Simon is really looking forward to tonight.

Simon is nervous as shit. He’s changed his shirt at least three times and when he hasn’t been fussing over what he’s wearing, he’s gone back and forth trying to fix his hair as well as reading your reply to his text over and over because he just can’t believe that you said yes. 

Can’t wait to see you! 

He thought he blew it when he didn’t answer your call but it seemed like that begging really did the trick. And he was happy to do it. He feels silly because he doesn’t even know you, but he’s already sure that he’s falling for you. You’ve been texting all day and he’s been having a great time. Texting is easy. Texting is safe. And Simon likes things that are safe. 

Doing this, going out with you, is so unlike him. He’d never do something like this on a whim, but he feels like he has to see you. He has to get to know you beyond the phone calls. He wants to see you, to know what the sweet girl who has been taking up his mind looks like. He wants to pick your brain, to know every single thing about you.

You’re walking out the door as you’re texting Simon that you’re on the way. You’re biting back a smile as you put your phone into your purse as you head to the elevator, pressing the button with the down arrow. You still can’t believe that you’re doing this and you almost want to laugh at the fact that this is probably the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to you.

Your phone rings in your purse and you pull it out to see that Simon is calling. You immediately answer, putting the phone to your ear as the elevator doors close, pressing the button that will take you to the lobby. 

“Hey, handsome,” you answer and Simon is biting back his own smile as he exits his apartment, heading to the elevator. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he replies as he presses the button that’s beside the elevator and your heart melts at the nickname yet again. “I’m just leaving but I-I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“You’re about to see me,” you reply with a laugh as you hear a ding in the background and you assume that he’s getting in an elevator too. As the door opens, there’s a very handsome man waiting there-probably the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

He steps into the elevator and when he speaks, your eyes widen as you realize that you’re hearing his words on the other line. You both hang up as he gets into the elevator, grinning at each other as the doors close. He’s somehow even more handsome than you imagined. He’s wearing a tight black button up shirt with the sleeve rolled up to his elbows and you let your eyes take in the tattoo on his left arm. 

He’s got the prettiest brown eyes and blonde hair that’s the perfect length for you to run your hands through. He steps closer and you don’t miss how he’s checking you out, his arms raising at an awkward angle, like he wants to reach out and touch you but he’s afraid to do so. 

“Are you wanting to hug me?” You ask with a laugh and he nods. 

“Yeah,” he replies, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. “I-is that okay?” 

“Simon.” You’re laughing harder and he loves hearing it in person. It’s easily becoming his favorite sound-well besides your moans. “We’re on a date. Of course you can hug me.” 

So he does. He pulls you into his arms, his hands pressing against your back as he gives your body a squeeze. Having you there just feels so right that he almost doesn’t want to let you go. Your head is pressed to just the right spot of his chest and he’s hoping that you can’t hear how loudly his heart is beating. 

“Do I make you nervous?” You tease as you pull away and his cheeks turn a bright pink. He has no idea where this confidence is coming from but he loves seeing this side of you. That he’s the reason why you’re behaving this way. 

“You make me nervous too,” you reply and he feels a little relieved. “See? Feel.” You take his hand and put it against your chest, your eyes locking in his and he gulps as his skin makes contact with yours. You’re right, your heart is beating fast, but that’s not what he’s focusing on. 

The way his hand is pressed against your chest, he can’t help but want to dip his hand into your dress because god does he want to see more of that blue lace that’s peeking out because his hand pushed it down. 

He wants to unzip your dress and see what you’re hiding underneath it. He wants to see your hard nipples and your cunt that he wants to be dripping for him. God, he doesn’t even want to go to dinner now. He just wants to skip straight to dessert. 

The elevator door opens and Simon is snapped out of his filthy fantasy. Especially when you remove his hand from your chest and hold it in yours, your fingers threading through his. You pull him along and he’s happy to follow. He doesn’t know where you’re going because you’re sure as hell not driving. Since you’re coming from the same place, he thinks it’d be silly for you to drive separately. Besides, he likes the idea of you sitting prettily in his passenger seat with his hand on your thigh. 

So he pulls you over to his truck, helping you into it like the gentleman he is and once he’s in the driver’s seat, he has to steal one more glance at you, the beautiful woman who he can’t believe is giving him a shot. 

“Here,” he says, handing you a cord that’s plugged in in front of the cup holders that are between the two of you. “Play whatever you want.”

“Are you sure? That’s giving me a lot of power.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d give you whatever you’d ask for. All you’d have to do is bat those pretty eyes.” It’s your turn to blush now, your cheeks heating at his words. 

“God, you always know exactly what to say to make me an absolute mess, don’t you?” You cover your face with your hands and Simon can’t stop smiling at you, at how adorable you are.

“Sweetheart, that’s quite literally my job. But these aren’t just lines. I genuinely mean it, name it and it’s yours.”

“So if I wanted your truck-” you can’t even finish the sentence because he’s pulling the keys from the ignition. 

“Done and done, baby, here are the keys,” he holds the keys out to you and when you study his face, you see that he’s serious. This man doesn’t even know you and he’s willing to give you whatever you ask for while other men that you’ve actually dated couldn’t even bother to text you back. He’s unlike any other man you’ve ever met and you hate that you’re already starting to fall for him.

His hand takes yours as he cranks the truck again and pulls out of his parking spot before heading down the street. You talk the entire time and Simon listens. He just loves hearing you talk so he’s going to let you do it as much as you want.

The music you pick is a pop artist-not his thing but he thinks it’ll grow him. It feels so strange having someone in his passenger seat. It’s always just him but he likes having company, especially since that company is you.

The ride is short but this is something you could definitely get used to. Simon isn’t man of many words, but you know he likes to listen to you talk, the way he smiles at what you’re saying even though it’s most definitely nonsense. You know he just likes hearing the sound of your voice.

The truck pulls up to the valet and that’s how you know that this is a nice place. You don’t think you’ve ever been anywhere that’s had valet parking. Simon helps you out of the passenger seat as he passes the keys off to one of the employees and as he rests a hand on the small of your back, you can’t help but notice how he’s showing you a whole other world. 

After he gives his name at the hostess stand, you’re led to what you assume is a private room that couldn’t have been easy to get. Now you’re wondering what exactly he does for a living because there’s no way that he makes this kind of money just by working for a phone sex hotline, right?

The door is closed, leaving the two of you alone and Simon is quick to pull your chair for you before sitting across from you. He’s sweating bullets but he’s trying to play it cool. You just look so pretty and you’re so sweet and he’s so scared that he’s going to blow this up before he even has a chance to thrive. 

He watches you open your menu and your eyes widen at all of the zeros next to the prices. Just a meal for you would be what you spend on your weekly groceries. Knowing that he’s willing to spend this amount of money on you almost makes you want to stick to water. 

“Don’t worry about the prices,” he whispers. “When you’re with me, I never want you to worry about money. I’ve got you.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“Why not? I’ve got all of this money and I’ve gotta spend it on someone. Why can’t it be you?”

“Why should it be me?” Simon just lets out a laugh and takes your hand that’s resting on the table before pressing a kiss to it. 

“Because I want it to be. Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since our first call and I think I might lose my mind if you walk out of my life tonight.” He’s serious. You can tell. This isn’t a line either. You can see it just by the way his brown eyes are boring into yours.

Your cheeks heat at his words and you have to cover your mouth with your hand because of the giggles that are spilling out of it. Never in your life has a man made you so giggly.  Simon kisses your hand again before resting your joined hands back on the table. He already knows what he’s going to order so he decides to watch you peruse the menu. 

He can’t keep his eyes off you, the smile permanently plastered to his face as he does so. He’s shameless about it too, staring at you like he’s falling in love with you or something. And he hates that he actually might be. It’s becoming increasingly harder not to. 

He has no idea that you feel the same way. That you so desperately want to be part of his life. To be the one person he wants to talk to after work. You want the two of you to talk about your days over dinner before doing dishes while playing music that’s too loud and he’ll eventually pull you into a dance, holding you in his arms as you sway to the beat.

You’d finish the night snuggling up on the couch and watching a movie that you’ve both seen a million times so you can talk through it, giving each other fun facts you’ve read about it and then go to bed and where you snuggle even more, exchanging I love yous between kisses and fits of giggles before you eventually fall asleep in each other’s arms and wake up in the morning and do it all again. 

The rest of dinner is spent over pleasant conversation and you both decide very early on that you have to do it again soon. You see a whole other side of Simon-the rich side. He ordered everything and as you watched him you were sure that he was speaking a whole other language because you didn’t understand any of it.

Everything is so easy with him. You’re never able to talk to other people this easily but there’s something about him that makes you feel like you can tell him anything. You feel like you can talk to him about any topic of your choosing and he wouldn’t judge you and would be able to add his own commentary. 

After dinner, he invites you over and you immediately agree. Tonight is the night, you can feel it. Why else would he be inviting you to his place? Well, even if that’s not what he’s wanting, you decide you’ll stay anyway. You just like his company so much that you can’t even imagine going home alone tonight. 

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Simon opens the door to his apartment and holds the door open so you can step inside. The layout is the exact same as yours but this is decorated much nicer. You’re not exactly sure how much he makes, but it has to be a lot with all of the expensive furniture he’s got all over the place. Now what he said about giving you anything you ask for has taken a whole new meaning. You thought he was just trying to be romantic but now you’re sure that he was serious.

“So this is how the other half lives,” you sigh as you sit on the couch and Simon follows, placing himself next to you but gives you some space to be respectful. 

“So you like this? Spending time with me?”

“Simon, I was just wined and dined while being showered with compliments by the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Of course I like spending time with you. You’re sweet and it’s so obvious that you care a lot about the people in your life.” He does and god does he want you to be one of them.

He wants to be able to wake up next to you every morning and kiss you whenever he wants and tell you that he loves you any chance he gets. God, he thinks he’s in love with you and he doesn’t know how he can’t stop it. He doesn’t know that he can nor does he want to. He’s diving in head first and is trying not to think about how terrified he is. 

“I do,” he nods, scooting closer to you, taking your hands in his. “And if you’d like to, I’d want you to be a part of it. This has been one of the best nights of my life and I don’t know how I could go on spending another one without you.” 

Your eyes widen at his words, his own softening as his thumbs rub your knuckles gently. You can’t believe what he’s saying but your heart is melting. He’s saying everything you’ve been thinking tonight and you almost want to cry because for once in your life, you feel wanted. For once, you’re someone’s first choice. 

“I feel the exact same way,” you reply and before you can register what’s happening. Simon is taking your face in his hands and slotting his lips between yours. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up, but you kiss him back, giving him the same energy, the two of you pouring out your feelings for each other through the kiss. 

Simon pulls away before he can get ahead of himself and you’re both smiling like idiots, giggles spilling from your mouths like you’re a couple of high schoolers going on your first ever date. He wants to go in for more, but he can’t. He knows that kissing you will just make him want more and he’s trying to be a gentleman. He’s trying to take it slow because it’s what you deserve. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes, licking his lips, making them look even more inviting than they were before. “Got ahead of myself.” But he can’t stop himself from staring at your lips, wanting to know what they taste like. He wants to know so badly but he really needs to reel it in. 

“Why are you sorry? You can kiss me, Simon. It’s okay.” You can see him battling himself and you hate how he’s treating you like you’re some fragile thing. He knows what you’re wearing underneath your dress so he’s got to know what you’re wanting to happen tonight, right? 

“I just-” he lets out a frustrated sigh and you feel so bad that he’s overthinking it. “I want this to be special for you. I want it to be nice and sweet and slow but I’m not sure I can be any of those things right now.” 

“What if I don't want you to?” Those words immediately turn his brain to mush and now he can’t seem to think about anything else. “What if I want you to rip this dress to shreds then fuck me so hard that I can’t walk for days?” You’ve barely gotten your sentence out before Simon is kissing you again and this time, he’s not being gentle. His tongue slides into your mouth and he feels his cock twitch when he hears you moan. God, it’s even better in person. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he says against your lips as you begin to unbutton his shirt. 

“We should slow down,” you reply as his hands reach up and unzip your dress. He pushes it down your body and you stand up to let it fall to the floor. His mouth falls open and Simon is practically drooling as he catches sight of what you’re wearing underneath. He can see your hard nipples clear as day through the sheer fabric and now he’s hair as a rock, his dick so close to coming out of his jeans. 

“God, if I knew this was what you were hiding from me, we wouldn’t have even made it to the restaurant. Now get over here.” You do as he says and he helps you straddle his waist before bringing his lips to yours again. You go back to unbuttoning his shirt and he’s confused when you kiss his cheek, making your way down to his neck. And when you give it a suck, he knows that he’s absolutely done for. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” He asks, hating that he’s getting jealous again. 

“Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean that I don’t know things. I read, Simon.”

“Read what?” Now he wants to know where exactly you’ve learned how to give a hickey because he’s convinced that this is the best one he’s ever received. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you reply as you go in for a bite and Simon reaches up and digs his nails into your back, needing something to hold onto. “Just can’t handle the fact that you’re not in control, hm?” 

“Fuck,” he whines and you feel yourself getting wet at the sound. “No, baby, you can be in control all you want. Do whatever you’d like. I’m yours.” You continue to suck on his neck and try to go about it with confidence and when he moans again, you just know that you’re doing something right. 

You feel his hard cock pressing into you and you feel like you can get off on the fact that you’ve made this way. You rock your hips against him and the whine that falls from his lips make you feel a type of power you didn’t know was possible. 

Simon is a mess underneath you, eyes shut tight, fingers white knuckling the cushion underneath him because he doesn’t want to scratch up your back just yet. As enjoyable as this is, he can’t take it anymore. He’s gotta get inside you before he busts. So he picks you up and practically throws you onto the sofa as he places himself on top of you. He pulls a condom out of his wallet then sets both on the coffee table before he kisses you again.

This one is all teeth and tongue as he just wants to explore your mouth to taste every inch of it. He knows that he promised himself he would be a gentleman but how can he when you asked him to rip your clothes to shreds? That image alone makes him feel like an animal. 

His hands move up to your bra and he grabs hold of the thin band that rests between your breasts and gives it a hard tug, the thing opening pretty easily. You gasp at his actions, shocked that he actually took you up on it and now you don’t think you’ve ever been more turned on in your life. 

“I’ll buy you another one,” he says, his voice raspy as he stares down at your now bare chest. He reaches up and runs his hand along one of your very hard nipples. Your eyes are pleading but he thinks he wants to hear you beg this time. 

“Please,” you whisper and he immediately massages your nipple with the pad of his thumb as his lips find yours once again. You moan into his mouth and god, it sounds even better in person. You’re arching into him and he takes the opportunity to slide his other arm around you, pulling you even closer. 

“So pretty like this,” he says as he nips at your bottom lip. “I hope you know how honored I am to be in this position.” And he is. The fact that he’s the one who wants to take your virginity is the biggest honor he’s ever been given and he doesn’t take this lightly. “You ready for me, baby?” 

“Fuck yes.” He kisses you one more time before his hand that’s on your breast travels down to your panties. He’s about to rip them like he did with your bra but when he looks down, he sees that they're crotchless. 

“You naughty girl,” he chuckles as his fingers slide inside. His eyes on you as your flutter closed, mewling at the feeling. This is already far better than your own fingers and he hasn’t even done anything yet. He begins to pump them and you feel embarrassed that you feel like you’re already close. “Feels good, doesn’t it sweetheart?”

“Mmm,” is all that you’re able to respond with, your brain starting to feel like mush. You’re coming undone underneath and this is just his fingers. How are you going to be able to handle his cock? 

“Just stretching you out and then i’ll promise I’ll fuck you the way you want.” You’re already melting from his touch and now he thinks your ready for the real thing. He gives a few more fast pumps as you beg for his dick over and over then pulls his fingers out. Simon then reaches for the condom before taking off his pants and boxers and your eyes widen at the size of him, wondering how the hell he’s going to fit inside of you. 

He rolls on the condom once his shirt is off and places himself on top of you one more time. He takes his hands in yours and kisses them over and over as his eyes stare into yours. He could get used to this view and he doesn’t know what it is, but there’s this foreign feeling rising in his chest. And before he stops himself, the words are rolling off his tongue. 

“I think I love you,” he breathes and he fully expects you to run, but you stay, pulling one of your hands out of his to rest it on his cheek, your thumb moving back and forth across as you give him that smile he’s grown to love seeing tonight. 

“I think I love you too,” you reply and his cheeks turn pink as he lets out a giggle. He’s sure that this is the happiest he’s ever been in his life and you’re the one to thank for that. 

He kisses you once more as his cock slowly slides inside you, his hand reaching for yours again, your fingers intertwining as he pins your hands to the sofa. His thrusts are slow as you both get used to the feeling. You release your control to him, letting him do what he wants. And how can you not when he’s smiling down at you like that, telling you that he loves you?

You let yourself give in to your feelings, letting the sound slip from your lips, for once not caring about how you’re being. And Simon is eating it up, encouraging you with every step of the way. He’s being nothing but a gentleman, soft and sweet. You can tell he’s holding back, promising that he’ll do it however you want next time, but this time, he just wants to take it slow, to actually enjoy the two of you sharing this special moment. 

You’re bucking your hips against his, matching his pace and now he’s wondering where you learned that since he never taught that to you. He wonders if it has anything to do with those books you told him about. Now he’s got to see what they contain, hoping that maybe he can learn a few things as well.

“There’s my girl,” he says as he watches your orgasm approach. You’re screaming his name as he’s slowing, grinning down at you as hearing it gives him the biggest ego boost. He’s so proud of you and if you hadn’t told him, he would have never known you were a virgin. You’re a natural and he really hopes that you enjoyed it as much as he did. 

As you’re coming down, he scoops you up from the sofa and carries you to his bathroom where he cleans you up with a warm towel before taking you to his bedroom where he dresses you in one of his t-shirts. He gets his own self dressed then the two of you crawl into bed. 

You’re a changed woman and now you completely understand why there are couples that do it on the regular. You’ve done it just one time and you’re already addicted, wondering if he’d be willing to do it again even though you’re so tired and sore. 

“So round two?” You ask and Simon chuckles as he pulls you into his arms after turning off his lamp. 

“Ask me again in the morning,” he replies, already knowing that he’s going to give in. Anything you want, you get. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply as you snuggle further into his chest and Simon is positive that this is going to be the best sleep he’s ever had.

part one part two

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Daydreaming

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!virgin!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) masturbation, hurt/comfort

This is part two to "A Guiding Hand" which you can find here!

Simon can’t sleep. He never can, but this is different. Your moans echo in his head over and over, the way you screamed his name swirling around in his head, driving him crazy. He even took a cold shower to get you out of his head but there you are, still lingering, taking up every fucking inch of it. 

He’s always able to forget about the calls once they're done, the names and noises they made flying out of his head as soon as he hangs up. But you-you’re different. You’re not like the others. Maybe it’s him being egotistical but he’s almost positive that you wanted him to be the one doing the job. You wanted him to be the one to be fingering you fuck did he want it to. 

He wants to jack off to finally be able to go to sleep but he won’t. He can’t. He doesn’t know why, but doing so without your knowledge just feels gross. Like he’s being a perv like a bunch of the guys he was on base with. And he never wants to be like them. 

But it gets to a point where he can’t hold it in anymore, like his cock is going to burst out of his boxers because of how hard he is. So he has no choice but to whip it out and he spits into his hand before moving it up and down. 

His eyes shut tight as he envisions your hand being the one that’s doing the work, encouraging with every stroke, with your pretty, gentle voice. 

Simon wonders if you’ve ever given anyone a handjob and he hates that he’s feeling jealous, taking his anger out on his cock as his pumps get more aggressive, the jealousy making him bubble with anger. 

He’s moving so fast, moan after moan falling from his lips as he tries to focus on you and some stupid scenario he’s made up in his head that he doesn’t even have a right to be mad about. 

Even after he comes and cleans himself up in the bathroom, he still sees what he imagines you look like on his eyelids when he falls asleep and dreams about you for the rest of the night even though he knows exactly how silly it is, especially since he has no idea what you look like. Nor knows anything about you at all besides your name and how hot you sound when you scream his name. 

You wake up the next morning from the best sleep you’ve ever had in your life. You didn’t know you had the ability to make yourself feel so good, but you’re going to give the majority of the credit to Ghost. He did most of the work and you just did what he said to do. You look at your phone and it’s seven in the morning, only fourteen hours until you get to talk to him again-not that you’re counting. 

He consumes every thought as you go throughout your day. His voice lingers in the back of your head as you get ready for the day, the filthy words, the sweet nicknames, everything replays in your head over and over, making you dizzy all over again. 

This is crazy, you think to yourself as you head out of your apartment to go to the coffee shop down the street where you get your daily dose of caffeine. You immediately wonder what he would order and you hate that one phone call caused the man to worm his way into your brain. 

You’ve never felt this way about anyone before and you can’t believe how easily you’re letting him in. You don’t know him- hell, you don’t even know his real name. All you know is how good he made you feel but that doesn’t really mean much in the grand scheme of things. 

As you enter the coffee shop, you’re trying to wipe him away, to focus on what you have to do throughout the day. You have too much to get done to think about him, like trying your hardest to remember the orders of everyone in the office where you work. You don’t know why you insist on getting all of them coffee when none of them ever seem grateful for it anyway. 

You’ve been with the company for years and it’s like none of them even appreciate you. Like it wouldn’t matter if you were there or not. How many times do you have to correct the wrong spelling of your name on the birthday cake they get for you every year before they get it right? How many times do you have to tell them you’re out of town when your time off is on the schedule and you’ve sent them emails? 

You just wish that for once, someone would appreciate you and the things you do. You don’t want to come off egotistical, but that company would crash and burn without you. You’re the one who schedules the appointments and follows up to make sure that the clients actually show up. You do everything except the actual appointments and somehow they tell you that you’re not doing enough. 

Maybe that’s why you can’t stop thinking about Ghost. Because last night, he actually made you feel like you meant something. He made you feel important after feeling like you were absolutely nothing for so long. He made you feel like you mattered. It’s been something you’ve been chasing after your whole life and now that you’ve finally gotten a taste, you can’t help but crave more.

-

Simon heads out of his apartment after some of the worst sleep he’s ever had. He loved dreaming about you but hated that he never actually got to sleep. He just tossed and turned, those intoxicating moans replaying in his head over and over, driving him fucking crazy. 

God, he feels like such a fucking weirdo for wondering if every woman he passes by is you. For wondering if you’ve ever crossed paths and he just didn’t know. The thought kills him as he enters the coffee shop down the street. God knows he needs some caffeine after the night he had. The line is long so he pulls out his phone and mindlessly scrolls through the few social media apps he has as he waits. Sometimes he doesn’t even know why he has a phone anyway. Well, his personal one. It’s not like anyone’s texting him or calling him to catch up. Outside of his job, no one ever seems to want to spend time with him. 

Even though he works for a phone sex hotline, he never actually gets lucky. He has a date here and there, but beyond dinner and sex, no one ever actually wants to spend time with him. It’s like they use him for what they want them to throw him to the side like he means nothing. And maybe that’s why he likes this job so much. Because he doesn’t get to know anyone beyond their name so he can’t get attached. It’s safe. 

Well it was before last night. Simon thinks you altered his brain chemistry and now he has no idea how he’s going to go about his other calls while he waits for yours. He hates that he’s counting down the minutes as he moves up in line, actually watching them tick by on the clock on his phone. 

Your name is called and his eyes follow a woman who he’s sure is the most beautiful he’s ever seen. He doesn’t actually think it’s you, though, he just needs to go back to bed. That’s what all of this is. He’s just tired from getting no sleep and that’s why he’s acting so crazy. 

But deep down, he knows that he would be thinking this way even if he had slept great. That’s just who he is. He’ll hyperfixate on something and that’s his only thought for days, weeks, months on end until a new hyperfixation comes along and takes its place. You, though? Simon doesn’t think he’s ever going to be able to stop thinking about you.

-

Of course it’s a slow day which gives you plenty of time to think about your new crush between phone calls and scheduling appointments. You’re not even sure how you’ve been able to do your job since his name has been on your tongue for hours. And you feel ridiculous for wishing that he’d call, wishing that he was the one you were talking to instead of these strangers. Even though he’s a stranger himself. 

You find yourself doodling on one of your sticky notes-drawing what you think he’d look like as you hum a song that’s been stuck in your head all day. It’s getting out of hand and you know it, but you can’t get yourself to stop. Something about that call rewired your brain and now you’re unable to think about anything else, not that you’d want to. 

When five o’clock rolls around, you’re out the door in a flash, making a beeline for the subway station. You stare at the sticky note the entire ride home, trying your best to stifle your giggles, ignoring the looks of the other people on the train. For once, you don’t care about how you’re perceived because tonight, you’ve got a date. 

You spend hours going through your closet for something to wear after your shower. You know it’s silly to be overthinking but you can’t help but want to look nice for him even though he can’t see you. And you can’t help but stare at yourself in your full length mirror at the outfit that you’ve chosen. It’s a tight, low-cut that your roommate, Jessica, convinced you to buy but it’s been buried in the back of your closet because you’ve been too afraid to wear it. You’ve paired it with a pair of cut off shorts that might be a little too short but you don’t care. For once, you actually think you look hot.

As soon as 8:59 turns to 9:00, you’re calling the number from last night, your heart rate picking up as it rings. You’re expecting Ghost to pick up after a few rings, but he doesn’t. The trills just keep going and going until you hear his voice telling you to keep your message short and hot. 

As you hang up, you hate that you get a sinking feeling in your stomach. You don’t know why you feel like your heart is breaking. He doesn’t owe you anything so you don’t know why you care so much. But you’re upset. He’s just another person who’s made you feel abandoned and you know this one only hurts so bad because you had yourself convinced that he was different. But you guess he’s not. He’s just another loser and you don’t need him. 

-

Simon wakes up from the longest nap of his life to chirping birds outside his window. He doesn’t know when he passed out nor does he remember when he fell asleep. All he remembers is feeling so tired after he got home from the gym. He was too tired to take a shower so he just collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep. He didn’t think he’d end up sleeping until the morning. 

He wipes his eyes and reaches for the time to check his phone, his eyes widening as he sees that he missed your call. He feels so fucking dumb for saving your number in his phone but he couldn’t help it. And he even went as far as putting a pink heart next to your name just because he felt like it fit you. 

“Shit,” he says through a sigh and rubs a hand down his face before immediately calling you back. It goes to voicemail pretty quickly and he just assumes you’re upset. And you have every right to be. He was the one who offered to do another call and now he feels like the world’s biggest dick for not answering the phone. 

-

You’re far past feeling sorry for yourself and have jumped straight to being unbothered. You don’t know why you even cared in the first place. He was just a guy who was able to help you orgasm and there’s plenty more where that came from. You can easily find someone who will make you forget his name. 

Your phone rings again and this time, you pick up on the second ring, ready to let him have it, but you melt just the slightest bit when you hear his voice and the nickname that falls from his mouth. 

“Baby,” he says and his tone sounds regretful, like he’s upset that he didn’t answer your call. And you hope he is, you really do. “I’m so sorry.” The apology sounds like the most genuine one you’ve ever received but you’re not going to give in that easily. “I fell asleep and didn’t hear my phone ring. God, I feel like a dick and I’m willing to do whatever you ask to get you to forgive me.” 

His voice sounds whiny and desperate and you hate how wet it’s making you. You’re supposed to be angry with him but hearing him let his guard down, sounding like he’s on the verge of tears because he hurt you, well, you think you’re close to forgiving him. You think you could use a little begging, though. You want him to be on his knees because he wants your forgiveness that badly. 

“Beg,” you tell him, your voice taking on an authoritative tone that you don’t recognize. And Simon doesn’t argue, he just does what you’ve asked of him as soon as the words come out of your mouth. Oh, you could get used to that.

“Sweetheart, please,” he whines. “I’m so sorry. God, if I was there right now, I’d be on my knees.” And he means it. He’d be on them so fast, holding your hands in his as he’d beg like no man has begged before. 

“I don’t know if I believe you,” you reply, trying your best to ignore hearing his whines because of you crazy they’re making you but you’re getting so wet as a cause of them that you feel like you have to hear them again. 

“I’d never lie to you. Believe me when I tell you that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we talked and I would have never purposely ignored your call. Your pretty sounds replay in my head over and over and the reason why I fell asleep is because I couldn’t the night before because you were in my dreams.” 

You don’t know why, but you believe him. Any other guy would have been lying, but you just don’t think he is. And if he is, then he’s a damn good one because you don’t trust people easily. You don’t know why you’ve made him so different in your head. He’s just another guy. But he’s not. You refuse to think that because you’d absolutely hate if he wasn’t what you built up in your head. 

“Ghost-”

“Simon,” he corrects. “My name is Simon.”

“Simon,” you repeat and don’t miss the little noise he makes when you say his name. “I like that.” 

“So does that mean you forgive me?” You can imagine him pouting and if he were here right now, you don’t think you’d be able to stop yourself from kissing him even though you’ve never done it before. But you’re sure that he would guide you. He’d be nothing but a gentleman about it too. 

“I forgive you,” you nod even though he can’t see you and you feel so silly for smiling so widely when you hear his laugh. 

“You have no idea what it means to hear you say that,” he breathes and his smile is unknowingly matching yours. “Fuck,” he groans when he hears another call coming in. “Listen, I’ve gotta take this call. But to make up for my mistake, how about uh-how about we meet in person?” Your eyes go wide at his suggestion but you can’t help but want to meet the person who’s taken up every inch of your brain for two days now.

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive. I’ll text you the time and place from my personal number. I’ve really gotta go but I’d love to see you tonight.” The line goes dead and here you are, giggling to yourself yet again before hurrying to your closet to pick out something to wear.

part three

[munsonsmixtapes]

A Guiding Hand

Simon "Ghost" Riley x virgin!fem!reader

You call a sex hotline looking to get some relief Ghost is happy to help.

cw: MDNI (18+) masturbation, dirty talk, use of nicknames

special thanks to @robinfeldt98 for giving me this idea!

Your hands shake as you type in the number on your phone. Your roommate gave it to you when you told her about your…problem. But now you’re afraid to commit, to actually call the number that you’ve typed in. You just stare at it, willing yourself to hit the green button but you just can’t. 

You finally press it and the speaker button then hurry across the room, hoping that they’ll hear that no one is on the line and hang up. That’s what you’re hoping for but all of that goes out the window when you hear that husky, British voice. 

You slowly come over to the phone after he’s greeted you, approaching it like you would a strange noise in your home. 

“Hi.” You finally get yourself to speak and your heart rate picks up when you hear a deep chuckle. 

“There she is,” he replies. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” You know you should give your name out to random men over the phone but this is his job, certainly he wouldn’t do anything creepy with that information-at least you hope not. 

“Y/n.”

“Y/n,” he repeats, the name coming out slowly like he’s getting a feel for it on his tongue. It sounds so…hot when he says it. ”I like that. I wonder what it would sound like during climax.” It sounds like he’s close to the receiver and it’s almost like he’s whispering it to you in your quiet bedroom and it causes a shiver to skate down your spine. 

Simon is never usually this forward. There’s usually a script that he created to make the calls flow easier, but you seem so nervous that he feels like he needs to take a different approach. He’s treading lightly, not wanting to scare you off. 

He doesn’t know why, but you seem…different from all the others. You’re not flirting with him like everyone else does. This is clearly your first time and since he started this job, this is the only time he’s wanted to be sweet and gentle. 

“So what’s the reason for your call, y/n?” He asks, his voice somehow getting even lower and you feel yourself getting wet already. How is he able to do that? 

“Aren’t you going to tell me your name first?” You ask and he chuckles again, making your heart leap again. 

“Oh, where are my manners? I’m Ghost.” 

“Ghost.” You don’t want to admit that you like it. That you can imagine yourself moaning it over and over even though you’ve never done that before. You’ve never done-well, anything. And that’s why you’re calling. To hopefully get some relief. 

“It sounds even better when you say it. So, what’s the reason you’re calling, sweetheart?” The nickname causes your cheeks to heat and you can’t believe how easily you’re playing right into his hand. 

“Well-“ you cut yourself off, unsure to tell him the truth without sounding weird. “I’ve never-I’ve never had sex before.” 

“I see,” is all he says in response, waiting for you to finish your explanation. 

“And I’ve never…masturbated either so I guess I’m just looking for some relief. To take some edge off.” 

“Well, you’ve come to the right place. How would you like me to help? You call the shots.” 

“Me? Why me?” You hate the idea of being in control. You want to be told what to do and how to do it. You’ve never done well in an authoritative role and he clearly has all the experience so you’d much rather have him take the reins. 

“Hey, let’s take a deep breath, darling.” he says. “In,” he says and you both suck in some air. “And out. Good,” he says once you’ve breathed all the air out. “I’m happy to take control if you want me too. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m yours for the night.” 

No one’s ever said that to you. No one has been so…eager to please you in this way and now you kind of wish you knew what Ghost looked like. If he’s as hot as his voice. You’re sure he is but you don’t know why. You want him to be here with you, knowing that it would ease your mind to have him standing in front of you.

But maybe it’s for the best that this is over the phone. You’d hate for him to see just how nervous he’s making you. How hot your skin feels, how your heart hasn’t stopped racing since he answered the phone. 

You’re so grateful that your roommate isn’t home. The wall between your room is so thin that you just know she’d be able to hear everything and you shudder just thinking about  her overhearing this conversation. 

“You take the lead,” you tell him and even though you can’t see him, Simon is grinning from ear to ear, loving the suggestion you’ve just made. He’ll be submissive some other time. Tonight, he’s going to make you his whore. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” he chuckles. “So you’ve really never touched yourself? Let’s start there. What are you wearing, y/n? Something hot?”

“Unfortunately not. Just a big t-shirt and panties. I-I was about to go to bed but I just can’t sleep.”

 Even though Simon has no idea what you look like, the outfit you’ve described is making him hard beyond belief. He closes his eyes, imagining sitting you down onto your bed, spreading your legs wide as he kisses you gently, pulling down your panties before fingering you until you beg him to stop, until you clench around him, screaming his name as you orgasm. 

“Ghost?” You ask and he’s immediately snapped out of his little fantasy. For the most part, doing this doesn’t really do anything for him. He’s done it so often that it’s just starting to feel like his job. But the fact that you want him to help you get yourself off-and for the first time-well that fills him with the kind of confidence he hasn’t had in a long time. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologizes. “I lost focus imagining you in what you described. What I’d do if I was there.” His voice is deeper, more seductive and you feel your panties getting progressively more wet the longer the conversation goes on. He’s imagining scenarios too? God, you wish he was here. “Where are you?” 

“In my room.”

“Alright, first, I want you to lie on the bed.” You do as he asks and wait for his next instructions. Your phone is by your head now as you imagine him hovering over you, whispering into your ear. 

“Are you on the bed, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice so gentle and you feel your heart warm at how gentle he’s being with you. You just know that other men wouldn’t be so nice.

“I am,” you confirm with a nod even though he can’t see you. 

“Now I want you to take your panties off and spread your legs wide for me.” You slowly take your panties off and toss them to the side before pulling your t-shirt up to your waist so it doesn’t get in the way. You then spread your legs wide, already wet as can be even though nothing’s happened yet. That’s just the effect that Ghost has had on you, suppose. 

“And once you’re ready, I want you to press your ring and middle fingers together then insert them. Your pace doesn’t matter. Go as fast or as slow as you’d like. This is all about you.” 

You bring your dominant hand up and hover it over your face as you do as he asks, you then take a deep breath, letting your eyes flutter shut as you slowly bring your hand to your cunt. You make a sound when they make contact, just the tips of your fingers sliding inside. 

You make a whimpering noise at how foreign it feels and Simon feels his cock straining against his jeans at the pretty sound. God, he thinks he’s going to come. 

“Does it feel good, princess?” He asks in a whisper and this nickname is your favorite of the ones he’s called you tonight. 

“So good,” you reply, pushing your fingers in and out of your cunt. You can’t believe you’ve never done this before. If you had known how good it felt, you would have done it a lot sooner.  

“A little faster. Can you do that for me?” You pick up your pace and all of these noises you’ve never made before start spilling from your mouth as your free hand bunches up the sheets that are underneath you. You spread your legs wider to give yourself more access and it makes all the difference when your fingers get deeper, reaching a spot that feels better than all the rest. 

“That’s it, princess,” Simon responds. “Just like that. Doing so good for me.” He’s now palming himself, so close to whipping it out and getting himself off, but he can’t. This is about you and he doesn’t want to get distracted from helping. Maybe if you call again, he can convince you to switch roles. “Fuck you’re so hot.” 

You’re close already, you can feel it. The movement mixed with Ghost’s encouraging words is making your head spin, making you feel dizzy. This is unlike anything you’ve felt before and now you understand why so many people do this regularly. 

“Ghost, oh my god,” you whine as you finally reach your peak, back arching, your cunt clenching around your fingers. Hearing you moan his name, he lets out a little whimper, knowing that he’s going to take care of himself as soon as the call is over. He has no idea how the hell he’s going to be able to do any calls after this. It’s the best one he’s ever had and now he hopes you call him all the time just so he can hear your pretty nosies again and again. 

“Fuck,” is all you’re able to say as yoou’re coming down, your body sticky with sweat as you remove your fingers.

“You did so good,” he says, his voice soft again, sounding so different from just moments ago. “How do you feel, princess? Bet you feel so good, don’t you?”

“So good,” you agree. 

“Well, I guess my job here is done. Same time tomorrow?” His tone is making it sound like he’s joking, but he really does want you to call tomorrow. And every day after that.”

“It’s a date,” you reply, your voice sounding a little tired.

“Alright, same time tomorrow. I’ll keep the line open so you just call this number again. Now go clean up and get some rest, princess. You’ve earned it for being such a good girl.” The line goes dead and you just lie there, not sure you can go to sleep after that, already counting down the minutes until you can call Ghost again. 

part two part three

[lobstabear]

To my 25 - 35 year olds, you've reached the age where people around you are starting to give up on themselves because they think it's too late. Don't let that energy rub off on you. It's not too late.

[glassbxttless]

Extras in the Background

eddie munson x bats (fem!reader), gareth emerson

word count: 800+

summary: Corroded Coffin Fest Day 19: Rattail | Gareth’s step-daughter, Alyssa, is dating a guy and Gareth needs some advice.

warnings: two dads talking about their teen daughters dating and how awful it is

notes: submission for @corrodedcoffinfest! I’m really glad that I had the luxury of getting these done earlier than i was able to last year. Feel free to let me know if you find any mistakes.

Eddie's sunken into his usual spot on the couch with one arm slung behind his head, the other is resting loosely over his stomach with the remote in hand. You're vacuuming under the coffee table when you both hear a loud knock on the door. It's so quick you almost miss it over the volume. You lean down to turn the vacuum off and before you can even straighten back up, the front door swings open. 

"Jesus, you ever heard of waiting two seconds?" Eddie calls over his shoulder. 

"Why would I start now?" Gareth shoots back with Alyssa slipping in behind him. "Alice home?" He asks.

"She's upstairs." You say softly as Alyssa bypasses everyone, only pausing long enough to say hi to you, before slipping upstairs. 

Gareth on the other hand, detours to the kitchen. The fridge opens, cans clink, and a second later he's back, tossing a beer at Eddie as he passes the couch. 

Eddie catches it one handed, which with his coordination, is honestly a little impressive. "You're getting real comfortable in my home." 

"Yeah, yeah." Gareth waves him off, dropping into the chair catty-corner to the couch. 

You lean the vacuum against the wall, parking yourself against the arm of the couch. "What's happened now?" 

Gareth sighs, popping the tab on his beer and taking a long pull from it. "She's got a boyfriend." 

Eddie shrugs then. "Okay."

"Okay?" Gareth echoes, sitting up in the chair a little more. Okay? 

"Yeah, I mean… She's eighteen man. She's gonna get a boyfriend." 

Gareth frowns, shaking his head. "He's older." 

"Define older." Eddie opens his own can and takes a drink. You pluck it from his hand and set it on the coffee table.

"Too old." Gareth groans.

"That's not a number, man." 

"I dunno. Like late twenties?" 

Eddie sucks air in through his teeth, his eyes flicking to yours for a moment. Then he nods. "Alright, yeah. I don't love that." 

"Thank you!" Gareth lets out a breath, finally feeling validated after a long chat with his ex wife who did not share his same concerns. He leans back in the chair now, comfortable. "And he's got a rattail." 

Eddie raises his eyebrows, "a what now?" 

"A rattail." Gareth repeats. "Like full-on. It's braided and everything." 

You try to pass off your laugh as a cough. No one is buying it. 

Eddie stares at him, trying his hardest not to laugh at his best friend's unfortunate dilemma. "No." 

"I swear to God, Ed." 

"No, you don't understand. I need you to not be telling me the truth right now." 

Gareth just shakes his head and sighs, dragging a hand over his face as the other clutches the can. "I'm here for advice on how to deal with it. Penny said to ignore it but… The guys she's picking. How do you do it? The dating. The… The rattails of it all?" 

Eddie doesnt even hesitate when he leans forward, picks his own beer up off the coffee table and shrugs as he takes a sip. "My girls don't have boyfriends." 

Gareth raises his eyebrows. His eyes flick to yours and you shrug, smiling knowingly. What your husband doesn't know— or realize— won't hurt him. "Eddie, you can't be serious."

"As a heart attack." He shrugs, "they don't have boyfriends. Problem solved." 

"Are you out of your mind?" Gareth asks, genuinely shocked. 

"Nope. I'm very sane actually. This is a system… I don't ask, they don't tell, everybody lives longer." 

"That's not parenting, man. That's denial." Gareth lets out a little laugh at that. Eddie is the only friend of his who knew anything about kids and this system is all he has to offer?

"Well, it's working. My blood pressure is still within normal limits." 

"Alice is sixteen. She goes to school. She has friends. You really don't think she has a boyfriend?" Gareth asks, kicking his feet up on the coffee table which you immediately knock off. You just cleaned that.

"I've met her friends, unimpressed by them all."

Gareth looks at you. You shrug again. Then he looks back at his best friend. "You really think none of those friends are boys?" 

Eddie takes another sip of his beer, his arm resting on the back of the couch so his hand can reach out and rub along your lower back. "If they are, they're not boyfriends. They're like… Background characters. Just extras… Like in a movie. They don't get names. They don't get lines. And they definitely don't get close-ups." 

Gareth shakes his head, leaning back in his chair as he takes another pull from his can. "You're gonna have a heart attack one of these days when reality catches up to you."

Eddie chuckles softly, tilting his head over to look at him. "And you're gonna age ten years stressing about a guy with a historical artifact hanging off the back of his head when she'll be over him in ten minutes if you just leave it alone." 

[glassbxttless]

This Wall is Ugly

eddie munson, gareth emerson x penny (oc)

word count: 900+

summary: Corroded Coffin Fest Day 18: Wood Paneling | A few weeks ago, Gareth heard a message on his answering machine he shouldn’t have. Now his wife is showing up on tour?

warnings: gareth’s wife’s a cheaaaaater, swearing, a fight

notes: submission for @corrodedcoffinfest! Like Wheels said a millennia ago, Gareth should probably just stop dating, he’s bad at it lmao.

The wall in front of him is ugly. Like really ugly. 

That's the first thing Gareth thinks. He's got so much on his mind, that all he can do is stare at this stupid stretch of wood paneling. He's been staring at the damn thing long enough his eyes are starting to burn,

He should sleep.

He could sleep. 

But every time he closes his eyes, rests his head, tries to unwind— he hears it again, echoing through his living room and ringing in his ears. He leans forward and presses his thumb hard into the space between his eyebrows. "Jesus Christ." 

He lets his hand drop back down, staring at the wall again. What gets him is he hadn't even been snooping. He just pressed the button on their answering machine like he does every other morning, and just like that, seven years of everything went crashing down around him. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees. He's still in tonight's clothes, he hasn't even showered yet. 

He's so fucking tired. 

Not just tour tired and not just bad sleep, he's the kind of tired that realizes his marriage was over way before that message. And he tried! He really did. He thought he found her, the girl of his dreams. He stepped up, he became a dad to a pre-teen that didn't really like him to begin with, he behaved, he swatted off girls on tour, he stopped drinking, he did everything she asked and then some. He tried so hard. But there's only so many times a guy can get not tonight before he starts feeling like he's asking for too much. 

There's a knock on the door. His jaw tightens and he flinches, but he ignores the knock. It's probably Eddie, or Jeff, or Grant, here to talk about what's up. Then another knock. He drags his hand down his face. "Go away." He calls, not even bothering to move from his spot.

There's a few moments of silence before another rings out through his room, softer. He sighs, pushing himself up. "Yeah, alright… Jesus." He crosses the room and yanks the door open. His curls are still matted down with sweat and he just stands there with wide eyes when he sees his wife. 

"Hi." She says with a smile.

Gareth just blinks at her, confused. "What are you doing here?" 

She rolls her eyes, brushing past him as she steps inside. "Wow. Okay. Nice to see you too." 

"I'm on tour." He says softly as he shuts the door. He watches her drop her bag at the end of his bed. 

She looks around and then she looks him up and down, "You look like shit." 

He huffs, "Feel great, thanks." 

She forces a smile, stepping closer to him. Her body molding into his. Her hands come up, sliding under his shirt. "I missed you." 

For a split second, his body responds to the wanting of his wife. The woman he thought he loved. The woman he thought loved him. He grabs her wrists gently, guiding them away from him. "Don't." 

She frowns, immediately jerking away from him. "What is your problem?" She's annoyed, defensive. Everything she doesn't deserve to be. 

He just stares at her. There's a hundred ways he could start this, but not one feels right. So he just takes a deep breath and says, "Who is he?" 

"Are you serious right now?" She snaps, offended. 

He lets out a breath through his nose, stepping back as his hands setlle on his hips. He tips his head back, looking at the ceiling as he breathes out. "Penny. He left a message on the answering machine a few weeks ago."

She's caught, nowhere to go, no way to hide, no way to lie her way out. She looks away from him. "Why were you listening to that?"

Gareth laughs, not a bit amused, "Because I live there?" He frowns. "Because that's my house too?"

"You weren't supposed to hear that." She says, her voice a bit smaller. 

"Yeah. I got that much." He sighs. Silence stretches out between them. He takes a deep breath, finally looking at her. "So, you gonna tell me or are we just gonna stand here and pretend I imagined it?" 

She exhales hard, like he's exhausting, like he's the problem here, "Why does it matter?" 

Gareth raises his eyebrows. "Because you're my wife?" 

She stays silent.

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You could've just left." He says softly. Heartbroken again.

"And blow everything up?" She actually looks offended he'd even say such a thing. "For what? Because you can't be bothered to be a husband?" 

"I am a husband." 

She cuts him off, rolling her eyes. "Oh, don't give me that look." She shakes her head. "You're really gonna act like this is all on me?" She asks, "Like you didn't push me into it? You're never home." 

"I didn't push you into anything." He sighs. Gareth glances at the door and then at her again. "You should go." 

Her head snaps up, "You're kicking me out?"

"I'm asking you to leave." He says, moving to open the door again. "We'll figure the rest out later." 

"Unbelievable." She mutters, brushing past him. Her shoulder hitting his on the way out. He shuts the door, laying his forehead against the wood. He sighs, long and tired. A few minutes later, there's another knock on the door and Eddie's voice comes through a second after. "It's just me." 

Gareth opens the door, something loosening in his chest when he sees Eddie's smile falter just a bit. "That's not your usual I hate this hotel face." 

Gareth shrugs a bit, stepping back to let him in. "Yeah, got some shit going on." 

Eddie nods, no jokes this time. "Alright, are we fixing it or ignoring it?" 

"Can we ignore it first?" Gareth asks. 

Eddie nods and smiles, stepping in. "Hell yeah. That's my favorite coping mechanism." 

[glassbxttless]

Calgon, Take ME Away

eddie munson x bats (fem!reader), alice & roan munson

word count: 400+

summary: Corroded Coffin Fest Day 15: “Calgon, Take Me Away!” | Bats has been locked in a car with her family for six hours and that includes her two bickering teenage daughters.

warnings: sisterly bickering

notes: submission for @corrodedcoffinfest! This is just a short one! Another little branch off their roadtrip back to Hawkins. I hope you enjoy!

This damn car was too nice for your brood and you've had that opinion since Denver. The thing has cream colored leather seats, touch screen navigation, and enough buttons on the dash you think you could launch a small aircraft right off of I-80. Now you're gliding through an Illinois sky under the blazing July sun while the air conditioning does little to cool you off. Oh, all the while your daughter's are trying to kill each other in the backseat. 

"You took my hoodie." Alice frowns. 

"I just borrowed it." Roan shrugs, turning a page in her book. Bright pink hoodie covering her torso. 

"You didn't ask!" Alice frowns.

"You were asleep! I was cold. You've been sleeping like… all of the trip. Was I supposed to wake you?!" 

Eddie's completely checked out. Which you guess is nice. He's got one tattooed arm partially out the window. His hand taps the top of the car while his curls whip around slightly in the wind. His sunglasses are on and he looks like a man just enjoying a peaceful drive instead of a hostage trapped between two angry teenage girls— much how you feel. You don't understand how he's doing it. 

"Dad." Alice frowns, "Tell Roan to stop touching my stuff." 

"I'm no—" Roan tries to shoot back.

"Girls." You say sternly. It doesn't matter. They immediately start bickering again. Their voices an overlapping stream of indignation while the flat Illinois fields pass in an endless blur out the windows. Eddie is remaining perfectly calm. "How are you not stressed?" You ask, eyes narrowing slightly. 

"Hm?" He asks, tilting his head towards you.

"Their fighting. It's insane." 

He shrugs, fingers tapping on the wheels. "Baby, I toured with three other dudes on crowded buses for twenty years. This is nothing." 

"That possibly can't be comparable." 

"Nah, Gareth could never be as hot as you." He teases as he glances at you. He rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to the road in front of him when you don't smile. 

Behind you, Roan groans. "Alice elbowed me!" 

"Because you're in my space!" 

"There is no space back here! Dad rented the smallest SUV in history." 

You feel your eye twitching with each word they yell at one another. It's too hot, the girls are bickering, you've been in this damn car for six hours because Eddie missed the last rest stop for miles, and finally you just sigh. Your head thunks back against the headrest and you mumble, "Calgon, take me away." 

For a split second, the car falls silent. You finally can rest in a peaceful bliss. But then it's filled up entirely with a burst of your husband's loud ass cackle. There's crinkles by his eyes when he smiles and you definitively decide that your plan for strangling him in his sleep for trapping you in a car with two teenage monsters can be put on hold. 

[glassbxttless]

Hypercolor

eddie munson x bats (fem!reader)

word count: 700+

summary: Corroded Coffin Fest Day 16: Hypercolor | You and Eddie are starving and your brother makes a very unfortunate discovery.

warnings: mentions boobies and reader having them

notes: submission for @corrodedcoffinfest! Feel free to let me know if there are any mistakes!

You feel his warmth everywhere, along your back, your ribs, your stomach. Eddie's wrapped around you so tightly, somebody looking in wouldn't be able to tell where he ends and you begin. He's got one leg hooked over yours, his arm is tucked tight around your middle, his hand resting against your breast. He's so comfy you don’t want to move. Your face is half-buried in your pillow and his breath is warm against the back of your neck. 

You lie there, listening to him breathe. Then his thumb shifts, rubbing a slow stroke over your chest. It's a sleepy little drag against the fabric. He kisses the back of your neck and yawns. "You awake?" He mumbles softly. 

"Mm," you hum, nodding. 

"Don't wanna get up." He mumbles, his voice rough. 

You smile against your pillow, "We have to eventually."

He presses his face further against your neck and groans quietly, shifting himself just a little closer. "Just five more minutes." You roll your eyes and let your fingers run up and down his forearm until your stomach betrays you with a low, obnoxious growl. He chuckles against your neck. "That wasn't me." 

You huff out a laugh and push at his arm. "I'm starving. Come on." 

He rolls over onto his back, yawning. "Swear to God," he mumbles as he pulls the duvet back to climb out of bed. "If your brother's down there, I'm coming back to bed." 

"He lives here, Ed." 

"And? Doesn't mean I gotta see him before noon." 

You toss him a look as you slide out of bed, grabbing your crumpled pajama pants from the floor to cover the underwear you had slept in. You pull them on, tying the pull string after adjusting them on your hips. Eddie drags himself up too, stretching. His shirt rides up just enough to show a strip of manflesh before he yanks it back down. His hair's a mess, but you're sure that won't be tamed before noon either. 

And wouldn't you know it, your brother is sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal, wide awake, when you step into the kitchen. He glances up when he hears your footsteps, his eyes landing on you. He suddenly laughs, "Oh, that is disgusting." He's got a grin on his face that has you rolling your eyes.

"What?" You ask, sighing as you move towards the cabinet to get to the Eddie & Bats Breakfast Stash basket. 

"Your shirt." He points.

You glance down and your stomach drops. That random powdery blue t-shirt you had thrown on from the floor of your closet hangs from your frame, but a very white shadow of an arm spreads across your middle and curves up with a handprint unmistakeably settled over your chest. "Oh my God." You whisper.

Your brother lets out a full laugh now. "No way! No way you walked down here like that—"

"Shut up." You snap at him, glaring.

Eddie scratches at his forehead, yawning. One hand rests on your lower back and the other reaches into the cabinet to grab your snack basket and pull it down. "Relax." He says softly, "it's just a shirt, not a crime scene.”

"It sure looks like one." Your brother shoots back, bringing a spoonful of cereal to his mouth. 

Eddie snorts, "Yeah? Then just stop staring at it like you're the one solving the crime, man. It’s kinda weird." He mumbles and tears open a granola bar wrapper. 

That remark knocks your brother off his rhythm for a moment, "I'm not—"

"You are." He shrugs, leaning against you, which pushes you into the island counter. "You've been looking at her chest for like, thirty seconds straight. It's weird and I'm starting to feel like I should charge you."

You choke on a laugh. 

Your brother's face twists in a way you've never seen it before. "Oh my God, that's not what I'm doing—"

"Mm." Eddie nods, humming. He sounds as unconvinced as ever. "Sure you're not." 

You elbow him lightly, the embarrassment starting to ease just as much as the white coloring on the shirt. You sigh as your brother's eyes flick back down to his cereal bowl, grumbling, "I'm never eating in here again." 

[glassbxttless]

Hey Pen

eddie munson, gareth emerson x penny (oc)

word count: 700+

summary: Corroded Coffin Fest Day 17: Answering Machine | Gareth hears a message he shouldn’t have.

warnings: Gareth’s wife’s a cheateeeer

notes: submission for @corrodedcoffinfest! I feel bad for Gareth’s second marriage in the batsverse not working out either lmao. Feel free to let me know if there are any mistakes!

Gareth lets himself into the apartment with a stack of mail in his hand. He hangs his keys up, reveling in the quiet that settles around him in a way that only happens when Penny's at work and Alyssa is holed up in her room. He stands there for a moment, flipping through the mail as he reaches over and hits the button on the answering machine, it’s something he does every afternoon after he comes in without fail. 

There's a click, then a whir, then Eddie's voice fills the room. "Gareth, my man— hey, uh, okay. Don't panic. This is just a reminder call before I forget again because Bats says my brain is like a fuckin sieve—"

Gareth snorts out a laugh as he tosses a flyer down onto the table. 

"— Roan's birthday this Saturday, right? We're doing the whole thing at the house. Nothing crazy. Just cake, the kids, Wayne, and I think Alice invited like, half of California. So if you guys are coming, cool, if not, also cool. But Bats will give me shit if I don't at least pretend I didn't forget to invite you—"

Gareth hums as he opens a bill, scanning the total. She spent how much on what? 

"— Tell Penny I said hi. Tell Alyssa Alice has been asking about her, alright. I'll stop talking now before this thing cuts me off. Later, man." And then there's a click. 

There's a brief pause between messages. Gareth flips an envelope over as the machine clicks on again. It's a different voice this time, a man he doesn't recognize. 

"Hey, Pen… it's me." Gareth's hand stills on the envelope. "I know you're probably at work but I just wanted to say I'm sorry about last night." Gareth's brow furrows, his eyes dropping down to the envelope in his hand. He couldn't read the name if he tried. "Something came up and I couldn't make it, which— yeah, I know that's kind of becoming my thing lately, huh?" There's a soft chuckle then, Gareth can feel his heart breaking. "I'll make it up to you. I promise. Dinner at my place, Saturday?" 

Gareth doesn't move. He can't even breathe. 

"I miss you." The man adds, much quieter than before. Gareth knows that tone. He'd used it a thousand times when he was dating Penny. "Call me when you can, alright?" Then the machine clicks off once again. And suddenly the apartment feels too quiet. 

Gareth still stands propped up against the table, the mail loose in his hands. He looks down at it as he lets a small breath out his nose. From down the hall, Alyssa's music shifts to some loud pop song Gareth would usually give her shit for. He reaches out and hits the button on the machine again. The message replays. 

The same voice. He doesn't think it'll ever leave his mind. Gareth listens to the whole thing again. Every little word. Every pause. Every breath this guy takes. When it clicks off again, he doesn't replay it. He just stands there for a second, staring down at the machine.

He thinks about all of those nights where she'd come home later than usual. All those nights he'd kiss her and she'd brush him off. All the nights she'd whispered to him, "work's been crazy, Gare. You know how it is." 

Gareth exhales slowly, finally gaining the strength to move. He sets the mail down in a neat stack on the table, then he glances down the hall at Alyssa's room. Her door's still closed, she hasn't come out yet, she didn't hear it. Good. 

His hand drags over the back of his neck while he tries to sort out what he's going to do. Call Penny? Wait? Pretend he didn't hear it? 

His mouth presses into a thin line, his eyes flicking back to the machine. "Cool." He whispers. "That's… That's just great." He sighs. 

From the kitchen window, the late afternoon sun spills in in a warm honey colored glow. It catches on the counters, the magnets on the fridge, and most importantly, his wedding picture with Penny hanging on the wall. He stares at it for a moment. 

Then he reaches out and presses delete. The machine beeps. The message is erased. 

He stands there just a second longer, staring at the machine, before pushing off the table and heading down the hall into the bedroom he shares with Penny. 

[penandinkprincess]

sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "mmmhmmm okay yeah i see we both interpreted that differently based on what the show gave us, but i see how you arrived at your ideas even if they're different from mine," and then sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "brother what show did you even fucking watch"

[depsidase]

[proudpoe]

Howl?? From Howl’s Moving Castle??

[emomemolemoemo]

[momoboyds]

i just wanna know what was everybody doing before AI and why are y’all acting like you can’t live without it

[throathole]

“It looks like you have your adblocker on :(” it looks like you can suck both my balls from the back

[glassbxttless]

Father’s Day 1996

eddie munson x bats (fem!reader), alice munson

word count: 800+

summary: Corroded Coffin Fest Day 14: Garfield | Bats and Alice make Eddie breakfast in bed.

warnings: nothing that i can think of!

notes: submission for @corrodedcoffinfest! I’m writing these out of order and this is the 6th Eddie and Bats fic I’ve written in a row lmao. Atp I’m thinking July is just going to be all Eddie and Bats. feel free to let me know if there are any mistakes.

You wake up before the sun has even fully risen. The soft morning light starts to slip through those big windows of your Beverly Hills bedroom in uneven golden stripes. You rub at your eyes, admiring the sleeping body of your husband next to you. His chest is bare, covered by ink that's settled in over the years. Your eyes catch your name over his heart and you smile. Then you hear a little voice over the monitor. 

"Mama." Alice whispers loudly into the vastness of her bedroom. 

You stand, tugging on the pajama bottoms you had shed the night before when Eddie had come to bed, and sleepily find your way to your daughter's room. The walls are pink, sheer curtains barely shielding the sun. A few of your favorite dolls are perched on the shelf above her. She's standing in her crib, her little hands gripping the railing. Brown curls are sticking up in every direction. "Mama!" She squeals just a bit louder when she sees you. 

"Hi baby." You smile, scooping her up. She smells like the baby shampoo and lotion your mother had sent to you. You press a kiss to her cheek and sneak her down to the kitchen. You put the coffee on first and drag one of the kitchen chairs over to the counter so Alice can help you. 

You make something simple, eggs and toast with a little fruit on the side. Alice insists on handing you every single strawberry as you cut them into quarters. You grab Eddie's favorite mug from the cabinet— the Garfield one he's treasured since before you had even met— and fill it with coffee. You watch the steam curl up and then grab the card. Alice had helped with that too. You place the mug on the tray next to the food and tuck the card between Garfield and the strawberries. "Ready?" You smile at Alice, who just nods in return. 

You carry everything down the hall, Alice walking in front of you. Eddie is still dead asleep when you open the door. He's on his stomach now, one arm shoved underneath his pillow, hair messier than when you left him. The comforter is half kicked off of him and you're thankful he had the mind to at least tug his boxers on before falling asleep. 

You look at him, smiling. You've built a whole life together, since '89. You've had a baby. You get to watch him be a dad every single day forever. You get to love him every single day for the rest of forever. Alice climbs onto the bed then, crawling up to sit on his back. "Dada." She says softly. Eddie doesn't respond. So she tries again, louder. "DADA!"

He groans then, his face still buried in his pillow. "Jesus, who's yellin' at me?" He mumbles sleepily just as Alice smacks his shoulder hard enough the sound echoes around the room.

"Hey!" He lifts his head, his hair falling into his eyes. "What the fuck?" He pauses when he sees Alice sitting there. He blinks a few times as his eyes adjust. You're standing there behind her with a tray in your hands. 

"Happy Father's Day." You say softly, smiling. 

"You guys made me breakfast?" He asks, his voice still rough from sleep. 

You nod, setting the tray on the nightstand beside him. Alice just claps as you move her to the side so he can roll over and push himself up until he's sitting, propped against the headboard. He smiles, looking at the tray and reaching over for the mug. Alice giggles, reaching for it. 

"Tater, no— no Garfield, baby. It's hot." He says softly, shifting it out of her reach, pressing a kiss against her curls. "Can't have you trying to take yourself out on Father's Day." 

You shake your head, smiling as you reach over to grab the card and then hand it to him. He takes it, setting the mug back down on the nightstand. He opens the card and chuckles, "did she sign this?"

"That's her handwriting, be nice." You tease softly.

"Right, my bad." He laughs, his eyes scanning over the words of the card before the end on the hand print on the other side. "She's so little." He says softly.

You smile, reaching for the tray to settle onto his lap. "Eat your breakfast, before she steals it."

"Oh, she's not stealing shit." He chuckles, lifting his fork to take a bite of his eggs.

Alice snags a strawberry and Eddie raises his eyebrows.

"I made you." He jokes softly as she just smiles at him. He shakes his head, holding his fork out so she can take a bite of the eggs too. "Okay, fine. You're cute. You get away with it."

He eats quietly for a few moments, smiling at you as he reaches for his mug again. "This is really nice." He says softly, bringing Garfield up to his lips once again. "I mean, don't get me wrong, the kid's a menace… but this is the best Father's Day I've ever had."