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pupcuck · 5 months

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LOVEY-DOVEY !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. ddlg, daddy dom/little girl duhh, leon feeling guilty for no reason, age gap, princess parts used once, an abundance of pet names, honestly just icky sappy smut, typical stuff like penetration n oral, praise kink

note. haiii :3 so insanely embarrassed to post this it’s insanely icky and soft for me .. but ignore typos as always :333 rbs n feedback greatly appreciated :33 crossposted on my ao3 clitkiss as usual, this is like very.. ddlg like he dresses u at one point but it’s only mentioned briefly

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You and Leon are trying something new. Now, he’s no stranger to it, his moonlight trysts with Pornhub show that he’s an expert at it in fact. But that was back in his late twenties. Op in Spain made his brain go funny, and maybe it’s ‘cause Ashley is the perfect subject for it - DDLG that is. She batted her lashes up at, clung to his arms, and she needed him, relied on him. In turn, he spent his days balls deep in videos like Daddy’s Little Girl Punished For Staying Up Past 8 PM, and even classier ones like Big Cock Daddy Fucks Tiny Tit Teen Girlfriend Till She Squirts (ANAL + THROATFUCKING)! Even the occasional Step-Daughter Chokes On Step-Daddy’s Fat Cock While Mommy Sleeps! Very tasteful, very nuanced, very discreet. So yeah, not to brag, but Leon’s kind of a porn connoisseur. Dabbled in every category.

The DDLG thing got boxed up and shelved away quick. Made him feel guilty, post-nut clarity set in the second he’d milked himself dry. Then he’d lay there for hours with a sticky palm and a heavy heart. Hasn’t thought about it in years, these days Leon’s more into Busty Dom Mommy Pegs Scrawny, Ugly, Sissy Slut In Business Suit! and if he’s really feeling up for it Stupid Fucking Bitch Takes Two Dicks At Once! The titular bitch actually only took one dick at a time despite the two dicks present, quite misleading in his humble opinion. No more creepy daddy stuff though. Those days are over; he hasn’t thought about it in twenty years give or take. Claire sent him this ‘Get porn sites taken down for women blah blah blah’ petition, he signed it, clicked out of the tab and got down to watching some silly slut get fucked within an inch of her life.

It’s more of a boredom thing. Honest. Leon watches porn to fill in gaps of space throughout his day; he nods his head thoughtfully when the man so affectionately titled Blue-Collar Bear slams into the Preppy Spoiled Twink. This is all getting away from him, the point is, Leon hasn’t thought about the dreaded topic of DDLG for literal decades. Then you walk in, and Leon’s sat there listening to you prattle on about Pompompurin and Chococat, an entire lineup of characters that he now knows off by heart.

Oh, is that right, sweetheart? Cinnamoroll’s a puppy, not a bunny? Wow, I didn’t know that, baby, fascinating ain’t it? Miffy‘s from the Netherlands, god, she’s gotta be careful over there in Amsterdam, honey. They don’t call that place Sin City for no reason, the red light district is no joke. Oh, I see, she’s from Utrecht? Ah, guess she’s safe then, I’m glad. What’s her name? That’s your favourite, Cogimyun? That’s a mouthful, ain’t it? She looks like a cloud. No? She's not? She’s a what-? Made of wheat flour? Oh! Well, that’s real funny, baby. Bet she don’t do well on windy days.

You don’t tell him outright. But he knows. Leon tries to tell himself that you’re just like this, that you buy cutesy, girly stickers to make yourself happy, that you fill his bedroom with soft toys ‘cause you simply like ‘em, turn them around when you fuck as a joke. But it’s clear, the headspace you’re left in after sex gives it away, haven’t let the D word slip so far, Leon’s banking on it being soon though.

He pets your head before you leave the house one day, you beam up at him, apples of your cheeks rounded with how hard you're smiling. “Love you, daddy!” You chirp all too loudly, jaw dropping open a moment later at your own blunder. Then you skitter out the front door unnervingly like a deer with CWD.

Called it. Made a bet on it even. Leon takes fifty out of his savings account, owes it to himself. You looked awful upset, he sends you a message, tells you to be safe, text him when you meet your friends. You do. Somehow, even the message is clipped. Poor baby, you’re embarrassed. The colour had drained from his face when you said it. You’d noticed for sure.

You’re younger than him, much younger. Too many years younger. An age gap that makes his head spin. Leon tries not to dwell on it, but it gets real hard. Claire’s always down his throat about it. When you go out in public together, he’ll sneak a hand in your back pocket and get stared down by every passer-by. He’s been asked if he’s your dad before. Blow to his ego. Considered botox and filler for the entirety of the following week. Certainly not your dad, possibly your daddy. Now you’ve cemented that in place - you want Leon to be your daddy, and he’ll fill those shoes.

Even if it leaves a bad taste on his tongue, even if it makes his skin crawl. Leon is willing to lay down his life for you half of the time, best thing that ever happened to him, so what harm is a little DDLG gonna do? He just needs to get comfortable with it, refamiliarise himself with all the lingo. How hard could it be? The guilt? He can get over it, even if it clings to him like a festering scab.

When you come back home it’s late, he barely hears your footsteps. You’ve learnt how to make yourself scarce when returning on late nights, Leon’s a light sleeper. A jumpy one at that. He smells jasmine when you pull back the covers, the mattress dips and he turns to face you.

“Fuck!” You gasp, brows pinched together, he runs his thumb over the divot that’s formed between them. “You scared me, Leon.”

“Not that ugly am I?” He juts his bottom lip out, it pulls a laugh out of you, and that makes him smile. You were emanating gloom and doom the second you stepped into the bedroom. Clear skies now.

“Never, you’re sooo handsome.” You kiss the tip of his nose, smear pink Vaseline on it.

“You know just what I wanna hear, don’t you, baby?” Apart from daddy. He’d make the joke, but you’d likely flip out. Leon shuts his mouth. He’s gotten better at doing that lately. Must be the effect you’ve had on him. “Baby?”

“Yes?”

“About today—“

“Leon.” It’s a warning.

“Baby.”

“Leon.” Clearly you want to brush it under the rug. “It was just a slip-up, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, so can we just drop it?” Uh, woah, someone’s defensive.

“Baby, it didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Leon strokes your cheek, his cold hands warmed by the heat of your dewy skin. It made him mildly uncomfortable. That’s ‘cause he grapples with all these I’m a dirty old man that deserves to be crucified, Claire’s right I’m a fucking cradlerobber, I should let her go, I’ll be dead by the time she’s ready to get married thoughts. You’re this pretty young thing and it makes him tremendously nervous.

“I saw your face, Leon, I’m not stupid.” You’re getting huffy now, fluffing the pillows and turning away from him.

“Babe, I was just surprised, pinky promise.” Leon sticks his pinky finger into your line of sight, there’s silence, then the sheets ruffle and you’ve lifted your hand, shorter pinky wrapping around his.

“Like, pinky swear, Leon?” You sound so small, so scared, his heart aches.

“Baby,” he coos, “light of my life, angel, apple of my fuckin’ eye, sugar, dollface,” you hang onto every word, eyes getting bigger and wider by the second, “I knew the minute you showed me those Sylvanian Families.” You smack his chest and he laughs in your face.

“You’re an asshole and I hate you so much.” When he touches your cheek again, you’re burning up, he places a kiss behind your ear. “Stupid old man.”

“C’mon, baby, you think I’m dumb? You gave them names.” The Persian Cat triplets are named Serena, Nate and Blair. From Gossip Girl of course, he didn’t know what that was. Tedious is his review. Leon thought Henry, Tommy and Jimmy were more fitting names. You didn’t understand the reference. “You buy ‘em little plates and forks and cups, they’re living better than us, baby.” And that’s a fact. You splurged on a Red Roof Country House. Far nicer than his apartment, once empty, now filled with junk like that. No, it’s not junk, it’s his baby’s stuff, trinkets that make her happy.

“What if I just liked them?” You’re glaring at him, cutely of course, everything you do is saccharine.

“Just adds up, don’t it?” Leon gives you a big, wet kiss on your pouty lips. Tastes roses. Literally. He just swallowed a bunch of pink Vaseline. “What I wanted to say ‘fore you got all pissy on me,” he swallows the lump in his throat, fuck it, how bad could it go, he’s just making his favourite girl happy, “I don’t mind tryin’ it out.”

Rules are implemented the following morning, albeit loosely. Leon doesn’t have a lot of control over things, the DSO has jurisdiction over him, got him by the balls. And in turn, Leon’s just learnt how to take it like a good bitch. You handed him a pink glitter pen and a page from your Hello Kitty notebook. Asked him so sweetly to make a general set of rules, so you know how to be a good girl for daddy. Leon sprung a boner so fast he got nauseous. And that’s not even the sex part of this arrangement. He uses his black ballpoint pen, pink glitter isn’t his thing. Plus, it doesn’t show up on the paper.

You giggle when he hands them over to you; Leon’s ears flush pink. He’ll get better at it, swear. He wants to do well for you. Wants you to feel satisfied with his quote caregiving unquote.

It starts off slow, you hand him your toothbrush in the morning, Leon blinks at you in pure and utter befuddlement. You say Ah! like you would at the dentist and he gets it. Leon sits you on the closed lid of the toilet seat, making sure to get your molars, your canines, front teeth, and all the remaining ones. Five seconds each. Or he tries at least. You’re quite meticulous in this headspace, letting out a disgruntled noise when he fails to be precise.

Then you sit on the mat while he showers, like a puppy, didn’t even notice you were there until he opened the sliding door. “Hi there, babydoll.” Leon wraps a towel around his waist, “whatcha doin’ down there?”

“Waiting for daddy.” You tell him plainly, then trail after him as he gets ready. Right. He’s gotta pick out your clothes. What if you don’t like them? You’re so fussy with your style, spend hours tossing piece after piece out of the wardrobe, stomp your feet when the blouse you wanted to wear is in the laundry. Right now, you’re totally placid, lifting your arms when he asks as he puts you in a ribbed pink sweater and the frilly skirt you’re so fond of, knee high socks per usual, Mary Janes to finish it off. Oh. Yeah. This is bad. He’s in deep. You’re too cute. He thinks he wants to be your daddy forever.

“My dad’s been wanting to see you, Leon.” Ashley’s all grown up now, which makes him feel a bit sappy. Hypocritical really, he’s got a college girl back at home calling him daddy.

Dad… Daddy, I love you, when are you coming home?

Leon blinks to clear his mind, gives Ashley a plastic smile. “How’s he been?”

“Oh, you know how it is, he got a little sick over Halloween, but that guy, he’s always up and kicking.” Ashley brings a vanity out of her pocket, reapplies her lipstick. “Overall, he’s been good.”

Good girl, am I a good girl, daddy?

Jesus Christ, get a grip, man. “I’m glad, should take a rest that guy.”

“I know!” Ashley moves her plate to the side and lays out her entire makeup case on the table, picking out mascara. When he looks closely, her round mirror is printed with a vaguely familiar cartoon bunny. “He never listens, hasn’t been President for decades and he just works and works and works. That’s why you should call, tell him to take it easy.”

“What’s her name?” Leon frowns, jabs his thumb towards the compact.

“My Melody!” She answers, grinning at him with her pearly whites.

My Melody, Kitty, Keroppi, and Mimi, did you write that down, daddy? And there’s—

“Aren’t you too old for that, Ash?” Leon raises his brow, he’s not serious though, and she can tell.

“Hey, I liked Sanrio before it was cool in 2004, okay?” She tosses it all back in her clutch. Ashley’s too nice, if it were Claire she’d bite back with Aren’t you too old for your girlfriend, loser? And that would shut him up. “It was nice seeing you, Leon, I wanna meet your girlfriend next time, she seems sweet. And don’t forget to call dad, I’ll drop his number later.”

Call dad… Daddy? Daddy.

“Leon, don’t you think Chris looks like our dad?” Claire’s hijacked the DSO break room once again, she’s in town for some TerraSave presentation thingy. He wasn’t listening. Eyes glassed over as he gazes endlessly at her phone screen.

Dad. Dada. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy.

“Huh?” Leon says dumbly.

Claire levels him with her stare. “You’ve been out of it today, what’s up?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs nonchalantly, wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. “Just didn’t sleep well.”

“Uh huh.” Claire’s not convinced. Shit. She totally knows. She sees right through you, Leon. She knows what dirty shit you’ve been up to, can see the shame on your face, and she’s building her case against you. “Anyway,” she begins, voice holding onto it’s suspicious edge, “I was saying, I found this photo album of our parents, doesn’t Chris look so much like dad?”

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Fuck. He needs a lobotomy. Stat. This is taking over his fucking life. A sizable chunk of his brain was removed in his sleep, and it’s been replaced by pink mushy goo. Different to the pinkish brain matter that resides inside one’s head. More a glittery pink goop that morphs into the shape of you. You’re jumping around in there, sliding down the sulci and fissures in his brain, lodging yourself deep in his mind. Making it your playground.

“You’re fucking impossible to talk to, Leon. You know that?” What’d you say Claire? He can’t hear you over the impossibly disgusting, perverted thoughts running through his mind.

The second he gets home, Leon is on you. Face between your tits, knee keeping your thighs open, kissing you breathless. “Daddy!” You giggle, delighted by the wave of affection.

“Babydoll,” Leon rubs his stubble against your cheeks to hear you squeal, “Daddy missed you so much.”

“I missed daddy sooo much too!”

“Oh, yeah? How much did you miss daddy?”

You stretch your arms as wide as they go. “This much, daddy!” Fuck. Holy fucking shit. He needs to start going to weekly mass again.

“Yeah?” Leon peppers kisses all over your little face, forehead to your neck, “what’d ya get up to?”

“Mmm,” you hum, tapping a finger against your lip thoughtfully, “coloured, ate ‘n got sleepy, daddy.”

“What an eventful day that is, baby.” Leon kisses your nose. “You colour something for daddy?” He needs to put his dick in you before he explodes.

“Mhm,” your lashes flutter when he sneaks a hand up your loose sweater, hanging off your shoulders, swallowing you up, “I put it in daddy’s office…” Your breath hitches when he rolls your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Daddy’s gonna hang it on the fridge tonight then.” Leon mumbles, too busy shoving his naughty hand down your pyjama shorts, cupping your mound. Your fingers tremble as you lift the hem of your sweater, baring your tits for him, he takes your nipple into his mouth. Bites down to hear you gasp. Latches on like a damn baby, groping the other tit roughly.

“Daddy,” you whimper, and the sound alone makes his dick twitch. Leon pulls off with a pop, spit dripping down his chin.

“I know, baby,” Leon coos, “daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Dirty old man! blares Claire’s voice in the back of his mind. Leon can’t find it in himself to care. Watch this, bitch. “You want daddy to play with your princess parts, babydoll?” You heard that right, princess parts. He’s been sucked in that deep.

You nod, brows pinched together as you bunch up the sheets in your curled fists. Leon clicks his tongue, presses a kiss below your belly button. “Words, baby.” He reminds you, his tone delicate, only lightly chiding.

“Need daddy… need him to play with me,” it’s barely a mumble, but Leon takes it. He knows how jumbled your head gets in this mindset. Poor baby, play with your clit and it turns you all stupid.

Leon gets to work. He’s been waiting for it all day, to get his mouth on this perfect cunt. He spreads you out, urges you to go wider, as far as you can. Licks over the fabric of your cotton panties, his nose nestled against your swollen clit, sucking on the wet patch on the gusset. The constant nudge of his nose against your clit is making you antsy, your chest rises and falls, your fingers itch to tug at his hair, but you’re an obedient girl so you keep them down by your sides. Clutch at the sheets till your nails break.

He continues to lick and suck at your leaky centre through the fabric for an eternity. You have your complaints, but you can’t say no to daddy. That’s, like, against the rules. So Leon has his fun, maybe a little too much fun. You let out a strained noise, and enough is enough, you’re being so good for him, so patient. His little girl deserves a treat. Once you’ve creamed your panties that is.

“God,” you toss your head back and melt when his tongue flattens over your bare folds, he’d thrown your panties into the laundry basket a minute prior, good aim.

“Hey, give me some credit, baby,” Leon takes a break from tongueing you down, “God’s not doing shit down here, it’s all your daddy.”

That makes you giggle. Then you call out daddy so sweetly his brain blanks. He spits on your sticky core, you’re wet enough, but Leon likes it sloppy, wants to feel your mess dripping down his chin. His teeth scrape your clit, pulls the hood back, kitten licks it, kisses it three times for good luck.

“Don’t cover your mouth, baby,” Leon places a big hand on your hip, holds you in place, “Daddy didn’t say you could do that.”

“Sorry… ‘M sorry, daddy,” you whine, the hand once clasped over your mouth falling limp, and you’re moaning like a fucking pornstar. He can’t handle it. That word does something to him, something evil and degenerate.

He pushes your cushiony lips together, pinches your clit when it sticks out, makes the nastiest sounds known to mankind. Messy eater. Schlurping, schmacking, gulping. What he’s gulping down? God knows. Two fingers slip into you, knuckle-deep, wriggle around, scissor you open, his palm mashed into your clit. Leon’s face is resting on your plush thigh, admiring his own handiwork. Your slick cunt, drooling all down his wrist, covered his face in it, now you're cumming in messy spurts.

“Atta girl,” Leon croons, lays it on thick with the praise ‘cause he knows you get shy about this, “that’s right, dollface, just let it all out for, daddy, huh?”

Panting, you curl into yourself, kick your legs a little when his nimble fingers find your sticky clit, he can feel you throbbing. “No more, daddy.” You beg, rubbed raw from the back-to-back orgasms.

“Too much, baby?” Leon’s hand comes to cop a feel, his nose pressing into the nape of your neck. “Can you get daddy off?”

The energy seems to zap back into you within an instant. You nod, head bobbing up and down like it should be doing on his dick. You love having your mouth full, keep his cock down your throat till you go numb. Suckle on it with pride and integrity. You gaze up at him with those eyes, heart-shaped pupils and all, blowjob eyes.

“How’d you want daddy?” Leon asks, you roll over, laying flat on your back, you want him like that? Alright, naughty girl. With your head between his meaty thighs, Leon guides his weeping tip past your swollen lips, you lap at the slit, collecting droplets of his precum on your tongue.

“Shit,” Leon gets out through gritted teeth, covers it with a cough, he shouldn’t really be saying bad words, not setting a good example for his baby. The suction is crazy, feels like he stuck his dick into the tube of a vacuum cleaner. Your cheeks hollow out as he thrusts his hips forwards, tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag each time. Still take it like a champ though. You always do, his good fucking girl. “Doin’ so damn well, baby, makin’ daddy cum.”

Your little hand comes to rest on his abdomen, Leon eases up, lets his fat cock slip out of your mouth, he thinks you’ve had enough, but you go for his balls instead. Open your mouth wide as you try to fit ‘em in your mouth. “No chance, baby.” Leon smiles, patting your head, you lick along the seam and his dick is fucking throbbing. Hail fucking Mary. “Not gonna last, babydoll, can daddy fuck you now or ya need a break?”

You nod, he raises a brow, “No, daddy, I’m fine, daddy. Need daddy in me so bad.” You croak out, throat sore from the time spent with his cock lodged in your windpipe.

That makes him groan. The non-explicit dirty talk is fuckin’ weird, turns him on in ways he can’t explain. He loves when you avoid saying the word pussy, can’t say cock, makes it sound even dirtier. Maybe it’s the control aspect. You can’t say those words ‘cause daddy said so, ‘cause Leon said so.

His dick jumps the second he tries to slide in, bumps against your sensitive clit, shit, that hasn’t happened since he was twenty. Leon grabs your ankles, kisses one before he throws them over his shoulders, uses one hand to guide his dick to your sloppy hole and the other is intertwined with your smaller one. Tender, sappy, sweet. Oh, don’t make him tear up, princess. With age he’s softened up. For you Leon has softened up. Brought back part of who he was before it all went wrong.

“My pretty girl,” he pets your cheek like he does the neighbour’s well-fed cat, and you lean into it all the same. He fills you up so well. No matter how much Leon plays with your pussy, there’s always a stretch, and he can tell by the look on your face. Nose scrunching, lips parting, letting out a sharp breath as the weight of his cock knocks against your cervix. “All done, baby.” Leon tells you, and you open your eyes, sit up on your elbows to see where the two of you meet in a sticky, squelching embrace. “Well done, baby, you’re such a big girl, takin’ all of daddy, aren’t you?” Leon presses his hand down on your lower tummy, his cock angles upwards so he can hit that spongy spot deep inside, the one that makes you sob. “Is it there?”

The cry you let out is the confirmation he needs. He bullies his cock into you, fucks you rough ‘cause he loves you. Making love is for mornings, when you’re sleepy and pliant, nasty fucking is for after work. When he’s pent up, when you’ve been on his mind all day. Leon pulls out, only his tip keeping your cunt spread open, then he slams back in, and you begin to sniffle, squeezing his hand so tight you cut off his blood circulation.

“Daddy,” You drop his hand, nails clawing down his back, his lonely hand suffering from a severe case of pins and needles, “daddy, daddy, daddy— oh, daddy!” It’s the only thing you can say. Stuffed your cunt and your head is full of him too. Leon adores you. Prettiest girl in the whole world and you’re here speared on his cock. Dexterous fingers find your clit once more, helping you reach the edge.

“You can do it, baby, don’t worry, daddy’s here.” Leon dips his head down, kisses you and swallows up your sounds, stringy spit keeping the two of you connected. Red string of fate or whatever. “Daddy’s right here, daddy loves you.”

All it took was the L word, and you’re squirting. Pushing his cock out, dripping down his heavy balls, digging your nails into his back, chanting daddy like your life depends on it. And Leon can’t take it, he’s been ready to bust the second he got home, his stomach contracts, spills his seed into your wet cunt. Messy just how he likes it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Leon lets his full weight drop on top of you.

You grunt softly, “Heavy, daddy.”

“Yeah, I know, gimme a second.” Leon grumbles, teeth tugging on your earlobe. “How’d you rate me? Five stars? Ten out of ten?”

You yawn into his hair, “Stop bein’ silly, daddy.”

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bwabys-scenarios · 6 months

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Halloween with the Spiders

Phantom Troupe x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: looots of pussy eating, characters get hard/horny around reader. they eat her pussy after drinking, but they’re only buzzed, not drunk

A/N: I write Chrollo as the shy and awkward guy he actually is so… he’s not super suave in this. Also sorry I wrote out Kortopi, Franklin, and Bonolenov. I’m just not interested in their characters like at all 😭🙏 they’ve got nothing going for them I’m afraid!

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It was the end of summer, august slipping into September before you knew it. The weather was still warm enough outside for you to be wearing a tank top and shorts, something the blonde you were currently dealing with appreciated greatly.

“Okay Shal, you should be good to go. You can get a popsicle from the fridge now.”

You were the sweetheart of the Phantom Troupe, a woman Chrollo had recruited to be the troupe medical director after he watched you donate your time and services to meteor city residents.

Right now, you were at one of the various expensive hotels Chrollo rented for you, using your nen to tend to Shalnark’s wounds. “Thanks, (Name)! I really thought I was a goner this time!”

He gives you a sly smile as he laps at the popsicle you give him, causing you to laugh. “Shal, you had a cut on your cheek. I swear, you’re such a baby.”

You didn’t know the real reason he always came with injuries in… strange places. He wanted you to use your nen on him, knowing it worked in an unusual way.

When you wanted to heal someone, you used physical touch, and depending on the severity, it could be a touch of your finger to a kiss from your lips. Today, it was a simple touch.

You glanced at the TV, a Halloween themed add popping up. “Oh wow, they’re showing these real early this year.”

Shalnark looked up, biting down on his popsicle. “Huh, weird.”

He hummed, getting a mischievous look in his eyes. You were a real sweetheart, but also easily manipulated by sob stories. “You know, none of the Phantom Troupe has ever celebrated Halloween.”

This had your full attention immediately. “… what?”

———————

Ever since Shalnark informed you of the troupes lack of Halloween experience, you’ve been meticulously planning a way to celebrate with them.

It wasn’t easy getting them all together unless Chrollo willed it, so you’d have to go to the leader to ask for a favor.

You were one of the only members that knew of his location at all times. In your mind, it was because you had an important role, but in reality it was because Chrollo quite enjoyed your presence.

“Chrollo!”

You sprinted towards the dark haired man, and though calling out his name in public wasn’t exactly the safest thing to do, he didn’t scold you. He instead smiled, opening his arms and allowing you to jump into them. “I’m glad you could find me with ease. Let’s go to a cafe and you can discuss what you wanted to talk about with me.”

Chrollo never let you pay for your own things when he went places with you. He said it was because you did so much good for the Troupe, but that was only a half truth. He enjoyed taking care of you.

“Mmm… oh!”

You placed your pumpkin spice muffin down, and Chrollo couldn’t help but laugh when when you held up a finger as you chewed. “I almost forgot to actually talk about what I came for! Chrollo!”

He lifted a napkin, wiping at your mouth. “Shh, (Name). You shouldn’t speak my name out loud so easily, it’s not exactly a common name.”

You blushed, and he placed the dirty napkin in a nearby trash can. “Oh, sorry…”

He motioned for you to talk, and you cleared your throat. “Anyways, Shalnark told me that none of you have ever celebrated Halloween! Is that true?”

He stared at you for a moment, trying to see why you’re bringing that fact up. “Yes, that’s true, we haven’t c-“

Your tears surprised him, but not enough for him to react. You’re kind of known for being a bleeding heart, so his expression stayed neutral, but he did offer you his handkerchief. “Chrollo, Halloween is so much fun! You get to carve pumpkins, wear costumes, eat lots of treats…”

You paused, reaching out to grab his hand. “So, the reason I asked to see you…”

Chrollo waited for you to continue patiently. He couldn’t help but find your ditzy and forgetful nature endearing, so he smiled.

“I want the troupe to get together on Halloween at my house!”

This actually surprised him. He nearly choked on his strawberry scone, having to pat his chest for a moment. “You… you said the troupe? As in everyone?”

“Mhm!”

He stared at you for a moment to see if you were being serious. You were smiling, looking hopeful and expectant.

‘How… can I put this gently..?’

Chrollo squeezed your hand, causing you to tilt your head. “(Name), my sweet and kind friend, the troupe has only come together once in the past three years, and that was for an important heist. I’m not sure if they’ll want to meet for… a Halloween party.”

You giggled. “Oh, but I’m sure they’ll love it! Besides, if you order it, they’ll come!”

He sighed. You looked way too cute, giggling and smiling as you pulled out a notebook and began showing him the things you already had planned.

Sometimes, when he watched you, all he could see was Sarasa. Your perky personality and compassion for others reminded him of her so much, it was one of the reasons he adored you so.

And one of the reasons he had trouble telling you no.

“Alright, alright. I’ll ask them to come, but it won’t be mandatory.”

You squealed in delight, nearly jumping over the table to give him a hug. “Oh, thank you Chrollo! It’s going to be fun, I promise!”

He sighed, smiling and patting your back. Normally, Chrollo would push any other person away, but he let you get away with a lot. “Okay, (Name).”

———————

It was the day before Halloween, and you were sulking. Already, three of the Troupe members wouldn’t be able to come. Franklin, Kortopi, and Bonolenov each called to say they couldn’t make it.

You’d spent most of the week decorating your house and getting it ready for guests. Feitan, Shalnark, and Shizuku would be staying in your three guest bedrooms while the rest rented hotels.

“(Nameeeee) come open the door!”

You blinked, looking out the window to see Shizuku behind your door. “Oh, Shizuku, you’re early. I thought you’d be here tonight?”

She walked into your home, turning in a circle before tilting her head. “I wanted first pick of the rooms, so I finished up my job quick.”

That was only half true, she wanted more private time with you!

“Oh, that makes sense. You’re just in time then, I finished making all the beds a few minutes ago!”

She nodded and walked upstairs to pick her room. Not even five minutes later, you heard someone knocking at your door.

“Coming!”

You open the door to see Feitan standing behind it, holding…

“Feitan, is that… is that a pumpkin?”

“Halloween, pumpkins are important.”

He handed the pumpkin to you before pushing past you into your house. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he looked almost… proud of his “gift” for you? Feitan watched you carry the pumpkin into your kitchen, where you sat in on the counter.

“Oh wow, it’s huge! What a nice pumpkin!”

He nods, following you. “Stole best one.”

You held back a laugh, knowing he was a bit sensitive when it came to giving gifts and being nice. “Oh, I can tell. Thank you so much Fei!”

Feitan had the habit of following you around like a stray cat when he was around. It was an improvement to your relationship when you first joined the Phantom Troupe as an honorary member. He used to sprint away from you the second you looked at him, and now he followed a few feet behind at all times. Honestly, he was pretty cute. Like a stray cat.

“Hey princess!”

You blinked as your door was torn off its hinges and Uvogin walked in, laughing and stomping into your kitchen before picking you up into a crushing hug.

Feitan stood in the doorway, watching the interaction with narrowed eyes. “Careful, Uvo. She not like us. Fragile.”

uvogin looked down to see Feitan was right. The girl in his eyes was making a pained expression, patting his arm to signal she couldn’t breathe. “Oh, my bad.”

He let her go, keeping her steady as she drew in breath. “Woo… now that is a bear hug that I think an actual bear would give, Jesus Christ…”

You turned back towards the cabinets and began taking out what you would need to get started on baking. “Uvo, could you be a dear and grab my Halloween decorations from the attic? I tried to get them earlier, but they were way too heavy.”

“Of course!”

He walked up the stairs, leaving you to sigh softly. “Okay, let’s see what we can do about that door-“

“It’s aight, (Name). I’ve got it fixed.”

You nearly jump out of your skin when Phinks and Shalnark just appear behind you, and peek over them to see that your door was indeed fixed!

“Oh, thank you guys!” You give them both an affectionate pat to the arm before continuing your baking preparations.

———————

By the time you finish baking, your house is full of Phantom Troupe members. Pakunoda, Nobunaga, and Machi arrived individually within the last few hours. Machi shyly offered to help you bake, watching you from the corner of her eye as you worked. ‘Cute, she’s even wearing an apron…’ Machi thought, her eyes soft as she watched you.

Chrollo was the last to arrive, getting to your house at nearly 8 pm. He opened the door, every member looking up to him when he did. “Hello, everyone. I’m glad to see you could all make it.”

You rushed forward and took his coat, gently scolding him for not wearing a shirt underneath. He laughed, sitting down and smiling at the troupe. Chrollo waited for you to go back to the kitchen before his face returned to its usual serious expression.

“As you can see, (Name) has tried her hardest to make our first Halloween celebration the best it can be. You’ll do as she says, and have fun, though I’m sure none of you wish to upset our special girl.”

They all glanced between each other, nodding slowly. After that, they had a quick meeting to discuss non Halloween matters before (Name) came back into the living room. “Okay, I know I gathered you all here before Halloween, but it’s only to go over my plans and give you all your gifts!”

“Gifts? Aww, you didn’t have to do that for us, sweetheart.” Nobunaga said, smiling.

“But I wanted to! Lemme go grab them!”

You scurried up the stairs, giggling the whole way up. “It seems she’s excited about this.”

You walked down the stairs a few minutes later with a large box in your arms, whining a bit. “Hnn… it’s kind of heavy…”

Several of the boys jumped up to help you, but Feitan got there first. “Give. Too weak.”

You handed the box over, knowing Feitan was doing it to help you. “Thanks, Fei!” You gave him that pretty smile of yours, and the rest of the troupe grumbled lightly.

Feitan sat the box on your coffee table, using his sharp nails to slice open the tape. “…”

Inside were clothes, all the same design. “(Name) what exactly are these… gifts?” Shalnark asked, tilting his head as he pulled a set out.

“Oh, they’re matching pajamas! I was hoping we could all get a picture together!”

You hand out everyone’s clothes, smiling.

“How did you know our sizes?” Pakunoda asked, seeing the set of pajama was her size. You giggle, turning towards her.

“I have my ways~”

Surprisingly, most of them were completely fine dressing in the Halloween themed pajamas for pictures, and the ones that weren’t did it anyways.

Phinks sat on the couch after the pictures, humming. “Huh, these are pretty warm and soft. You mind if I take these with me back to my hotel?”

“I don’t mind at all, they’re yours after all!”

The people that weren’t staying the night filed out soon after, all thanking you, a few giving you hugs and cheeky kisses to her forehead.

“Goodnight, (Name). Sleep well, and thank you for this.”

Chrollo was the last to leave, saying that before cupping your cheek and planting a kiss on your forehead. It left you. A little flustered, but you still waved at them all. “Be safe, and make sure you’re here by 9 am!”

Shalnark, Feitan, and Shizuku stayed behind, the former two eating some leftovers you had in the fridge. “Wow, it’s been nearly a month since I’ve gotten to try your homemade cooking, (Name)! This is amazing!”

You felt your face heat up, giving your friends a sheepish smile. “I’m happy you’re enjoying it.”

Soon, everyone went to bed, and you climbed into your own, excited for the day to come.

You wake up in the middle of the night to the feeling of eyes on you. You’re quick to reach for your light switch, only for your hand to come in contact with someone’s face.

A hand covered your mouth before you could scream, the person shushing you gently. “Don’t worry, it’s just me, (Name).”

Shalnark sat, crouched next to your bed, that boyish smile on his face as he pulled his hand away. “Huh… why are… why are you in my room?”

“Oh, we’re watching you sleep.”

“We’re?”

You blinked, glancing around the room to see Feitan standing in your doorway, leaning against it. “I not watch, making sure he don’t try something.” Feitan corrected, glancing to the blonde.

“Oh, you wound me Fei. I would never hurt (Name)!”

“Not hurt, but might touch while sleeps.”

The blonde blushed, glancing down at you as you gave him a disturbed look. “No, I promise I wouldn’t do that! I just… you look really cute when you sleep!”

“… how many times have you watched me sleep??”

“… almost every time we have a mission together.”

Feitan nodded to confirm this, walking into your room. “He not mean any harm, just worried.”

Shalnark pouted at his friend. “So you were teasing me on purpose earlier?”

The two ignored him. “Worried? What does that mean?”

Feitan sighed, plopping down on your bed. “We… lost people before. Shalnark get anxious, not want you to get hurt. Watches you.”

You soften, gently patting the blondes head. “Aww, Shal, that’s really sweet. I’m okay though, I promise!”

You give them both a smile, tentatively patting Feitan’s arm. He tenses, but doesn’t move. ‘Progress!’

You kind of treat Feitan like a scared stray cat, and it works most of the time. After your gentle pat, he scoots closer ever so slightly. You rub your eyes and yawn. “Well, I’m going back to sleep.”

You turn around and pull the blanket up to your chin, snuggling into your pillow-

“Shizuku!?”

“Hi.”

The dark haired girl was lying next to you, wearing the Halloween pajamas you gave her. “W-when did you get here?”

“I’ve been here the whole time.”

“She has.”

“Longer than Shal.”

You sigh, lying back on your pillow, accepting this. “Okay, as I said, I’m going to sleep. Just… don’t do anything weird and you can all stay.”

Strangely, having the three in your room helped you sleep better. It almost made you feel safe, knowing your friends were watching over you.

——————

The Troupe gathers in your living room at 9 am sharp, some looking tired, others perky. You’re surrounded by your comrades, some(namely Shizuku and Feitan) hovered around you shamelessly as you began to speak.

“Okay, the first thing on our list is pumpkin carving!”

You had Uvogin and Phinks help you carry in the pumpkins as Pakunoda and Machi laid out newspaper to keep your living room clean. “So this isn’t just normal pumpkin carving, it’s a contest! I’ll be the judge, and whoever makes the pumpkin I like the best, wins!”

“What’s prize?” Feitan asked, poking his pumpkin. You blinked at the shorter man.

“Oh… I think I completely forgot about a prize. Any ideas guys?”

You smiled, still in your cute pajamas. Shalnark raised his hand. “Shal?”

“How about a blowj-“

Phinks smacked the blonde over the head before Shalnark is pulled away by a few members and scolded in the corner.

“Hmm? What did he say?” You asked, tilting your head. Chrollo cleared his throat, the man surprisingly flustered easily.

“Nothing. How about… a kiss from you as a prize?”

You hummed softly. “A kiss? That doesn’t seem like a good prize, I don’t think anyone here would want th-“

The entire troupe started to argue with you, and you blush.

“Oh, um… okay. A kiss it is.”

This helped to motivate the group, but before they could start you raised your hand. “Two rules, guys. No nen, and you have to use these pumpkin carving tools.”

Already, Machi and Shalnark were pouting. Feitan took the pumpkin carving kit, raising an eyebrow at you. “… dull blade. Why?”

“Well, it’s supposed to be child safe.”

“(Name), we’re a band of thieves.” Chrollo said, his lips twitching into an amused smile. “We can handle actual knives.”

You whine and hand him his own kit, puffing out your cheeks. “Well too bad, thems the rules!”

You cross your arms and walk into the kitchen.

“Haha, you sure pissed her off, boss! Boss?”

Chrollo sat in the chair with his head in his hands, groaning. “I’m an idiot.”

Uvogin clapped him over the back with his large hand, laughing. “Oh don’t worry boss, you know she can be pouty when it comes to our safety.”

“Boss not wrong though. Kill people, can use knife.” Feitan grumbled, stabbing his pumpkin.

“Fei, I don’t think that’s how you carve a pumpkin.” Phinks said, crouching down.

“Tch, you know better?”

Phinks held up his phone, a tutorial on the screen. Pakunoda, Machi, and Shizuku sat together, ignoring the men as they carved their pumpkins, occasionally dodging flying pumpkin guts.

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You walked out of the kitchen 30 minutes later, carrying in some muffins shyly. “Sorry, I was a little rude earlier. I made some- oh, are you all done?”

You ignored the complete mess the troupe had made, happy that you laid out plenty of newspaper. Nobunaga nodded, holding up his pumpkin. For an expert in the sword, it looked… really bad.

“Yep, we just finished up!”

You hummed and looked over each pumpkin. “Oh, Paku, is yours a cat?”

She nodded, trying to keep a neural expression. It was a little cat, and you couldn’t help but coo and take a picture. “Cute!”

It wasn’t amazing, but cute nonetheless. You continued looking, the next one to catch your attention being Shalnark’s. It was an image of some anime character, and despite looking amateur, you could recognize the character. “Oh, is that sailor moon? It’s really good Shal!”

He gave you a proud smile, holding his pumpkin i his lap. The last pumpkin that caught your attention was Feitan’s, which was honestly the best looking one. It was a detailed carving of human heart, and you couldn’t help but be impressed.

“I think we have a winner!”

You pick up Feitan’s pumpkin and hold it up for everyone to see. Despite being upset they didn’t win, everyone also agreed his was the best looking.

You placed the pumpkin on your table before smiling. Under his jacket, Feitan’s cheeks were a soft pink as he stood before you. “Fei, are you ready for your prize?”

He froze, his hands trembling slightly in his pockets. Feitan had always been on the shy side, and when it came to you, his shy nature only intensified. The others could pick this up, especially Phinks and Shalnark. The two were about to speak up, but you talked first.

“Fei, I won’t kiss you if you don’t want it.”

His eyes widen slightly. How should he tell you that it’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss you, it’s the fact that he wasn’t sure how his body would react to such a thing? Shit, it was already hard enough to not pop a boner in your presence, a kiss might kill him!

“Kiss… kiss alright. Can handle it,” he tried to say nonchalantly, but his words came out shaky. You smiled warmly, stepping closer and gently tugging the hood of his coat down.

“Are you ready?”

His heart thumped against his chest rapidly, his eyes half lidded as he stared at your soft lips. “Y-yeah…”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his for a moment before pulling away, giggling. “There you go!”

You open your eyes, only to see him tug his hood back into place and speed away from you. Feitan’s face was bright red, and he could feel his pants tighten as he his under hid coat.

“Well,” Chrollo said, getting everyone’s attention. Only few people would be able to read the hint of jealousy in his eye as he spoke. “What’s next, (Name)?”

———————

After a quick lunch, the group gathered at a corn maze. “Okay everyone, we’re going in groups of two, using the buddy system in case we get separated! Stranger danger, ya know?”

Phinks patted your head. “No one else is here, (Name), we’re the only people in line. I don’t think we’ll have any trouble with stranger danger.”

“Besides, we’re all adults and nen users.” Pakunoda said, slightly amused by your concern.

“Hmph! We’re doing the buddy system, there’s scare actors in there. What if one of them can use nen? It’s better to stick to pairs of two!”

Chrollo nodded, paying for everyone to enter. “That’s smart, (Name).”

The pairs were as so: Chrollo and Pakunoda, Phinks and Feitan, Shalnark and Machi, Uvogin and Nobunaga, then Shizuku and you.

Pakunoda glanced at you and Shizuku. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, (Name)? Shizuku can be a bit forgetful, I don’t want you two to get separated. You’re scared easily, aren’t you (Name)?”

Shizuku huffed before pulling you into her chest. “Hey, I’ll keep her safe! I’ll stay focused!”

You blushed a little, your face directly in her breasts. “Mmph!”

She released you, patting your head. “Whoops, you alright?”

You nodded shyly, your face hot.

The group entered the maze, taking different paths. It was large and intricate, more like a labyrinth than a maze. Shizuku kept a hold on your hand, occasionally squeezing it when someone jumped out to scare the two of you.

“Oh. (Name), are you scared?”

You were trembling and holding onto her arm, giving her a slight nod. “A little, y-yeah…”

The two of you continued to walk through the maze, but Shizuku seemed to space out. “Hmm…”

She let go of your hand for just a moment, and when you attempted to grab her hand again, she was already gone. “Shizuku? Shizuku!”

You shook in your little Mary Janes as you tried to find her. Just then a man with a chainsaw begin chasing you, causing you to shriek and sprint in a random direction. “AGH! SHIZUKU! SOMEONE!”

You cried in fear, spotting a familiar figure and nearly sobbing. “Uvo! Nobu!”

They looked up, Uvogin opening his arms to allow you to jump into them. He held you close as you trembled and cried, obviously terrified. Nobunaga gave you a look of concern before glancing up, unsheathing his sword and the man approached.

“Hey, back off. She’s scared.”

The man takes one look at the two menacing figures before turning around and running away. Nobunaga turns back to you, gently running his hand over your hair to smooth it out. “Hey, he’s gone. You’re okay now.”

You sniffle a little, but relax into Uvogin’s arms. “There ya go, princess. Just relax. We’ll find our way out.”

The two spent the rest of the maze in silence. Their intimidating presences alone were enough to keep all the scare actors at bay. By the end of the maze, you had fallen asleep, your arms around Uvogin’s neck.

“Uvo, Nobu? Oh thank god, you found her!”

Shalnark ran towards the three, looking over you with relieved eyes. Nobunaga held a finger up to his lips, the blonde getting quiet. “She’s sleeping, Shal. Did anyone find Shizuku?”

Said girl was being scolded by Feitan close by. She seemed sorry enough, glancing at you with regretful eyes. “I didn’t mean to leave her, I got distracted…”

Chrollo took you from Uvogin’s arms, sighing softly as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “That doesn’t matter, all that matters is she’s safe. Let’s get her home.”

By the time the group got home, it was dark. You awoke when you heard a wet thwack!

“Huh? What was that?”

Chrollo set you down. “I’m not sure, I think it’s coming from around the corner.”

You peeked arousn the corner, your eyes going wide. “The pumpkins! Hey!”

You run forward, the troupe following close behind. A group of drunk men were smashing the pumpkins you all worked hard on. “Hey, you assholes! Get away from-“

You attempted to shop them away, but were pushed to the ground. “Shut up, bitch. Stupid whore thinks she can tell us what to do…”

Thankfully, Phinks caught you before you could hit your head on the concrete, his strong arms lifting up up. “You alright, sunshine?”

You nod, sniffling a little, tears running down your cheeks. “They… they’re smashing our pumpkins…”

He did his best to comfort you as the rest of the Troupe advanced. “Trash, make her cry.” Feitan spits, wielding his umbrella.

“What should we do, boss? Can’t let them hurt our sweethearts feelings, can we?” Pakunoda asked, ruffling your hair as she passed by.

Chrollo hummed. “Take them out, but wait until we get (Name) inside.”

Pakunoda, Feitan, and Shizuku stayed outside while the rest walked in. You heard screaming for a minute, then the sound of Shizuku’s nen activating.

“I’m sorry about the pumpkins, (Name). I know you liked them.” Shalnark said, sitting next to you as you sulked on the couch.

“It’s okay… I got pictures of all of them… at least…”

Shalnark patted your back before opening his phone. “I’ll call in some pizza, okay? Uvogin and Nobunaga brought alcohol, so why don’t we watch some horror movies and chill?”

You nodded, rubbing your teary eyes. “Yeah, that sounds fun…”

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It didn’t take long for everyone to get pleasantly buzzed, you included. The troupe gathered around your TV, each taking turns to sit next to you. After all, you always jumped into the lap of whoever sat next to you when you got scared!

You stood up, humming. “Imma grab some treats, made ‘em yesterday.”

Little do you know, Shizuku had an idea. You returned with the tray, placing it on the coffee table and smiling. “Okay, dig in g-“

The dark haired girl snuck up behind you, yanking your skirt down and sitting you on the coffee table. “Let’s play a game, whoever can eat her out and make her cum the fastest, wins.”

You sat there dumbfounded, trying to process the fact that your pussy was on full display for the entire troupe, and they were all blatantly staring. You tried to close your legs, whining, but Shizuku kept them held open. “H-hey!”

You pour at her, but you don’t make any further moves to stop her. You’ve never had someone eat you out before, you hadn’t even had sex, so the thought of all 8 members present taking turns making you cum was making your pussy drool in delight.

It’s not like you haven’t imagined it a few times. Your fellow troupe members were attractive, and although this was a little embarrassing, you were a little excited.

“F-fuck…”

Phinks crouched down in front of you, taking a good whiff. You squeaked, your face hot with embarrassment.

He’s quickly shoved away by Machi, who huffed. “You said you get to go first? We’ll have to draw straws.”

Chrollo cleared his throat, the bulge in his pants more than evident. “That’s a good idea, Machi. Get the straws.”

You were allowed to sit down on the couch, a pillow under your hips to get you comfortable.

The first one up was Feitan. You felt a bit sorry for him, he was obviously inexperienced in such a thing, staring at your pussy with wife eyes, his hands shaking a little when he grabbed you by the hips.

He lowered his head to your pussy, looking up at you with those dark eyes. He took his coat off, now only wearing pants. Even from this angle, you could see the tent in his pants, his cheeks a light shade of pink.

“Come on, Fei. Hurry up!” Phinks yelled, tapping his foot impatiently.

Usually, Feitan could be pretty intimidating to most people, but you knew that he wasn’t actually a bad guy, he was just a bit shy and awkward. You played with his hair, trying to encourage him. “It’s okay, take your time.”

Even as you said this, you lightly bucked your hips trying to reach his face. You couldn’t help it, he was so close to burying his nose in your pussy.

Maybe he just needs a little guidance…

You look at him, grabbing a fist full of his hair and gently guiding him to your cunt. His eyes widened, and when his lips touched your pussy, he moaned into you. Feitan’s tongue darted out of his mouth, testing the waters.

“Mmph…”

He buried his face in your pussy, licking and sucking everywhere. Occasionally he’d touch your clit, but you knew without some more guidance, he wouldn’t be able to make you cum.

Gently, you grabbed his hair again, cooing softly as you guided him towards your clit. “Here, Fei.”

He glanced up at you through his dark eyelashes, immediately latching onto your clit. This had you mewling, your hips bucking into his face.

Feitan was a fast learner, you only had to show him how to please you once and he was on it like a hawk. After a minute, you ended up cumming on his tongue, panting softly.

Phinks clapped Feitan on the back as the dark haired man pulled away. “Hey, it took a bit but you got her there! Nice job, man.”

Feitan looked at you shyly, patting your thigh. “… good girl.”

‘Oh, he’s so cute.’ You thought, wanting to give him a kiss or something for his efforts, but the next person up was already crawling between your legs.

Pakunoda held your thighs apart, her thumb rubbing against your clit. “Is that good, princess?”

You nodded, whining a little. “Mhm… ahh!”

You squeak when she inserts a finger, now sucking on your clit as she adds another finger in. You bucked your hips, but she keeps you still.

You cum pretty quick, the woman smiling up at you as you catch your breath. “Mm, you taste divine, (Name).”

She gave your pussy a kiss before moving away for the next person to come.

Chrollo and Shalnark were similar in the way they ate you out. They liked to make a lot of eye contact, their fingers curling inside you, sometimes chuckling on your clit as they suckled on it.

Phinks and Uvogin were rough, their big tongues filling your pussy up, their fingers stretching you out. They both groaned when your walls clenched around their fingers as you came.

Nobunaga and Shizuku were a little desperate, their tongues lapping at you and fingers thrusting into you at ungodly speeds. Although you came quick, it wasn’t as satisfying when you came the previous times.

Machi was much like Pakunoda, taking her time and making you cum on her tongue easily. She was the only on to grab your breasts, making the others jealous. They hadn’t even though of that!

By the end of the night, you were exhausted!

The pillow underneath you was soaked with your cum, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “Our sweetheart seems tired.” Phinks teased, crouching down to help you get dressed.

The group decided to sleep in the living room, and you fell asleep being cuddled by the entire troupe.

Was it easy being loved by a band of thieves? No. Was it satisfying?

Oh yes.

“This was the best Halloween ever…” you whispered into Chrollo’s chest. He smiled and kissed the top of you head.

“It really was.”

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GOOD TASTE

carl grimes x reader

tags: fluff? maybe? idk i just exist

masterlist here!

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You’ve been alone for quite a long time. Maybe not technically because you’ve had Rosita, Abraham and Eugene, but you’ve felt alone for quite a while. You don’t particularly let it get to you though, you’ve always had some sort of entertainment to enjoy. It helped you stay yourself, the same person you were when this all started.

You traveled very far with your group, you’ve lost a lot of people however. Someone you stuck with throughout all of it was Rosita. She was one of the people who stayed with you after losing your family and the others of the group. Abraham was always sort of standoffish. He gave you advice and was aggressive with you when he needed to be. Yelling at you to avoid you getting hurt, all that. Eugene…he was just there. He was just…yeah, there. He was helpful when he needed to be though.

The four of you have met and parted ways with many people and many groups. It all changed when you met one group in specific. You’d met Glenn and Tara and you saw their determination to find their people. You’ve never met others that dedicated. Usually they would accept the fact that their family was gone, but they were different. Even after finding Maggie, Sasha and Bob, they wanted to look further.

You believed Terminus would be the end of it all. You thought your story ended there.

You were surprised to find out that this group of people were successfully able to find their way back to each other; they had such a strong love for each other that even after being separated tragically, they figured it all out. And they got you out.

You were now on the road, you’d been smart enough to hide your bag with all your entertainment inside on the outskirts of Terminus. You noticed a guy your age, Carl. He’d seemed sweet, but very worried all the time; he made you remember who you used to be after your family died. You didn’t feel like bothering him, he’d just reunited with his baby sister who he’d presumed was dead. So you let him come to you.

You were walking along the railroad, listening to music. Trying to process everything you’d seen at Terminus.

“Hey.” You feel a tap on your shoulder and you pull out the headphone in your right ear, turning to see he’d approached you. You smile. “Hi.” You pull your ipod out from your back pocket to pause your music. “Whatcha listening to?” He asks, pointing at the ipod as you shoved it back in your front pocket. “Uhhh just Everlong.” He gives you a curious look. “Foo Fighters?” You add, not realizing he didn’t know what you were talking about.

“Oh, yeah I know who you mean now. Sorry I’ve forgotten the names n stuff.” He smiles. “Don’t worry about it. Wanna listen?” You pull out your left headphone and stick it out to him. He looks at it and thinks for a moment before taking it to put it in his ear. You scoot a little closer to him so it’s easier to listen and you put the right headphone in your ear.

You turn up the volume a little and smile as you press play.

You guys walk like that for a while, just listening to music together peacefully. He smiles at you sweetly throughout, and you begin to feel less alone. Like you felt before. The group stops for the night and you settle into a tent with Rosita. You go and sit next to Carl around the fire and he seems happy you chose to sit with him. “Soooo what do you have in there?” He points to your bag. “Just stuff for entertainment, which probably isn’t that smart in hindsight but…maybe it is. I dunno.” You both giggle and you unzip your bag.

“Well I’ve got these, I’m not too sure you’re into comics but-” He cuts you off. “No way, you have Science Dog? I haven’t read this since- well since…you know.” You nod in response. “Yeah, yeah I know.” You hand him the comic and continue digging through your bag, grabbing Invincible and some Spider-man comics. “Wow, you’ve got good taste.” He says with a smile, flipping through the selection of comics you have. “Thanks.”

“So which ones your favorite?”

“It’s gotta be Science Dog.”

“Really? Same…reminds me of before.”

You guys blabber on about it for the rest of the night, eventually being yelled at to separate and go to bed by Rick after dinner.

It’s funny how a friendship can form from your “good taste.”

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a/n: so sorry about this ITS SO BAD not to mention how short it is, i’m so so sorry. ALSO would you guys call me a nerd if i told you i have a science dog shirt and the actual science dog comic? (i’m just a girl btw pls don’t call me a nerd) also hope u like the banner for these next three fics bc LAWD HES SO FINE.

#carl grimes #carl grimes twd #the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes angst #carl grimes the walking dead #twd carl #the walking dead carl #twd fanfiction #fanfic

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✨WIP Wednesday✨

Hello lovely people! It’s been a metric age since I posted one of these, but I wanted to show some appreciation to the people who still tag me every week. Y’all are the best ❤️❤️❤️

@shrekgogurt @martsonmars @aristocratic-otter @thewholelemon @bazzybelle @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @ileadacharmedlife

Anyway, I don’t have actual content to post because all I’ve been working on fandom-wise has been Inktober. However, last week someone (I can’t remember who 😭) did a personal WIP Wednesday and I’m totally stealing that, because WOW has it been a wild few months.

I think most of the people who are going to see this post already know most of this, but I’ve officially graduated college (thank fucking god), started my first full-time job, and moved halfway across the United States. It’s a lot of transition stuff, but surprisingly? I’ve actually been doing really well with it.

This past month I’ve treated myself like a work in progress, and man have I improved. I’m taking my meds every day without external pressure for the first time and the meds I’m taking actually work. I’ve been waking up at a reasonable human being time, I haven’t missed a day of work, and I’m actually learning to cook for myself. I’m also working on getting my place organized and decorated, and I’m honestly in love with it so far :) Here’s some pictures!

One of the things I’m really working on right now (and the thing that’s probably the most relevant to y’all) is actually interacting with others. I’ve made a concerted effort to hang out with someone irl one day every weekend.

This may not seem like much, but for me to make it through a full week of waking up and going to work and doing my chores (semi) regularly and still make an effort to see people on the weekend instead of just huddling in my room? It’s huge! But it’s also kind of exhausting because my body just isn’t used to that anymore. I’m used to laying in bed 24/7, so I need a LOT of recovery time in between.

This has had the side effect of not having any energy to really engage with my online friends. My social battery just runs out so quickly right now, but I’m really optimistic. I wanna start engaging in the server again because I miss you guys so much. I’ve kind of held myself back for a while because I know I can’t commit to fully being on the server like I used to right now, but I’m going to try to drop in here and there when I have the energy :)

Anyway, kudos to you if you’ve read this far :P I just wanted to give a little update on how things were going and why I haven’t been around as much. Appreciate you all ❤️❤️❤️

No pressure tags: @facewithoutheart @fwisti @artsyunderstudy @agni-ashes @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ic3-que3n @rimeswithpurple @onepintobean @raenestee @gekkoinapeartree @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @brilla-brilla-estrellita

#m rambles #wip Wednesday #tbh might go grab my headphones and log onto edp while I doodle :P #it’s been a really long time

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saw your recent reblog about feedback and, though I’ve been occasionally gushing in tags, you deserve to hear what I tell my friends! In general, your writing style is perfect at capturing the timing and delivery of the show itself. I’ve never read a fic i’ve been able to visualize more clearly than this one. You write each character so well that between chapters it feels like i’m right back where i used to be, waiting for new episodes again. I do think you haven’t *quite* solved your side-character-ification (applejackification?) of Dipper problem yet, but other than that you’re doing an astounding job at balancing all the characters and their interactions with each other and with bill in a way that feels natural (plus with these more recent chapters i’m seeing lots of good dipper stuff so you’re definitely getting there with him too! besides, it is nice to see Mabel get the spotlight after all these years anyway. healing, even.) You know exactly how to control an audience’s emotions, you know when to drag something out and when to shut it down, you know when to cut off a conversation and when bring up the fact it was cut off later. Little foreshadowings like the loose tooth are well-planted and plot beats like lucid dreaming are dropped and picked back up delicately and with precision, like pressing piano keys. i don’t doubt for a second it’s all a part of some grand instrument, though i wouldn’t be surprised if you told me most of it was improvised - another way you’re just like the show was. you’ve done the episodic-and-serialized thing better than at least half of all silver-age cartoons that have attempted to do so! I adore the way you show kindness to all characters in your scenes, from gideon’s characterless mother to the little freak himself. It truly feels as though you pick no favorites, and that’s something you do better than the show did tbh. Not that TBOB needed to hook me in with a marketing campaign, but hypothetically, in a universe where I didn’t own a hand-sewn bill cipher throw-pillow and yet somehow still found this fic, I would definitely be excited for it after reading! you’re gifted, and i hope this does numbers on AO3. I truly cannot stand hazbin hotel, but I may go back and read your other works once this one’s over, just to hear your narrative voice. it’s a voice worth hearing, and may it be forever amplified.

oh WOW thank you so much??? 😭 this is SUCH a sweet comment and it means so much to me that you took the time to write all this!!

APPLEJACKIFICATION... that made me laugh. Dipper will get some serious development before the end of the eclipse plot and he's key in the next plot, so I think that'll help him make some progress. But yeah—he's not gonna be as important as Mabel, but I do want to make sure he has a plot that stands on its own, smaller though it may be.

It's 2/3 planned, 1/3 improvised. 😁 I've got a lead time of about 15 chapters between what I've posted and what I've written, so I can do stuff like write the poppet chapter, write the tooth fairy arc, edit the poppet chapter, realize that as long as I'm giving him a bloody lip maybe I can loosen his tooth, edit the tooth fairy arc, have him mention that that tooth was loose. And many chapters I haven't written or outlined yet I have loosely planned in my head so I know how to aim toward them.

Wanting to show kindness to all the characters and wanting to give as many of them an internal life as possible is so important to me, and I'm so glad that's showing through so far!

And honestly I think "I hate [xyz] but I'll read it if you're writing it" is the highest compliment. 😂 All my hazbin fics were written pre-season 1 when all we had was the pilot, a couple comics, creator comments, and some Helluva to go by; but idk maybe you'd consider that a plus lol. (If you're interested, on ao3 I've also written Transformers, Godzilla, some Pokémon, and a smattering of other things.)

Thanks again for sending such a nice message!

#cartoonchaos #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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rebelrebelwrites · 1 year

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Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs

~ Haladriel Week Edition (Part 1) ~

Aiight y'all, I took a week off and you DELIVERED the @haladrielweek GOODS. Like, DAMN. Rest assured, I'll be recc'ing stuff from Haladriel Week for many weeks to come; I'm still getting caught up on devouring all of your amazing fics, artwork, Tumblr and Twitter posts, and more! Thanks again to @formerlyir for putting this whole shindig together and all of you for your amazing contributions.

Without further ado—as always, this week's recs are...

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: like magnets work, only drawn to thee by @bluetiefling

What you need to know going in:

As I started reading this fic, which the author described as her first in years, I knew it was an instant classic! One-shot, post-S1, this story sees Galadriel sneaking into Sauron's war camp in an ill-advised assassination attempt. It's pretty immediately clear her heart's not in it, not really—the bid to kill him, anyway. 👀 Things go from awry to full of angst with a cloying, desperate, spicy edge from there, and the angst has claws. In the best way. And the smut? 🔥 Like I said... instant classic.

Complete, Explicit

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: the rules of you by sawdustdiamonds

What you need to know going in:

The hook for me with this fic was immediately the unique setting and the premise; a Victorian-era AU, in it, Halbrand owns a gambling hall, and Galadriel is, of course, a Lady—they meet when he catches her counting cards. 😆 As always, I love how Galadriel barrels into things guns blazing, and this fic renders her (and his) characterization perfectly. Without revealing too much, they strike a mutually beneficial deal with her sharp skills, and the instant attraction, sexual tension, and ultimate devotion soars.

Complete, Explicit

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: when the world was so young by @hazelmaines

What you need to know going in:

Something to know about me: I am a SUCKER for childhood sweethearts almost as much as ETL. Combine those two??? An immediate sign me the hell up (so much so that I've written it myself 😆), and that was my exact reaction when I first set eyes on this HW fic from favorite @hazelmaines. Set in the First Age, Hal and Gal meet as youths, Mairon and Artanis, and grow in life and love together before Mairon's fall, only to meet again on the Sundering Seas. Achingly sweet and somber in equal measure, I won't say too much else... just read and revel in the mythical, cyclical beauty of this fic.

Complete, Mature

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): all your pain will end here by @bad-surprise

What you need to know going in:

So first, I need to say that it was incredibly difficult to pick just one of the many fics from @bad-surprise to highlight from Haladriel Week, because she blessed us with SCADS of them, and I was torn between this one and another WIP that I decided to save for next week, but I picked this one because the premise and first chapter is a jolt; a shock to the system in its heady horror, and I'm itching to see what happens next. Long story short: Galadriel is a therapist, and her patient, Halbrand, is in desperate need of therapy for his homicidal tendencies. Can she help him before she becomes his next victim? I don't know, but again—I can't wait to find out.

WIP, Explicit

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The Can't Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: it's a dangerous game by @wyrd-syster

What you need to know going in:

So this story is complete but I think the category holds because HOT. DAMN. I hung onto every word of this masterpiece and somehow simultaneously sped through it with an almost feverish fervor; it was—is—just that goddamn compelling. Reading it almost felt like caving to compulsion; an irresistible pull into the world with little mercy and no way out but forward, but you're happy you're there. In this Venetian-style, Jekyll & Hyde-esque AU, Galadriel is stalked by one man that is moreso two: Halbrand and Sauron both, a beast intent on a bloody romance that may be more than he bargained for. I don't want to say too much in case of spoilers, but... the vivid imagery, the gorgeous prose (as always with @wyrd-syster's impeccable works), and the ever-present, thrumming fear in this fic is nothing short of outstanding. Just, wow.

Complete, Explicit

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Me at all these fics:

Don’t see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don’t fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend… ❤️

Until next week!

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Chapter Six: The Three Drink Rule

Summary: A night of music and baked good ends with some alone time with Eddie.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader

Words: 10.6K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Overuse of pet names, Y/N used, mention of drugs, alcohol and mentions of alcohol abuse, past child endangerment, cussing, dom/sub dynamic, dom!eddie, sub!reader, light bondage, thigh spanking, fingering, implied oral (f receiving), nipple play, fluff. I think that's all. Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Chapter six! A very looooong chapter six! Sorry it took so long to get it out to you guys I was sick for a week and didn't have the attention span to do much of anything... But it's finished! Please let me know what you think!

Likes, comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! <3

Please let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! I will be double checking if you have your age in your bios! AGELESS OR BLANK BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST!

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"Holy shit!" You exclaimed as you looked over at Robin with wide eyes.

“I know!” Robin said, nodding with a laugh. “It's pretty cool right!? They still play here occasionally just for fun. Seeing them in high school you would have thought they'd stay in the garage forever but here they are!”

“I haven’t been able to see them in concert yet!” You yelled back as you watched Eddie put his guitar over his shoulder and walked up to the mic. You were slightly distracted by the lights gleaming off the chains on his leather jacket.

“Wow thanks guys. It's pretty awesome you guys still come out to see a bunch of old men play the same songs over and over.” He laughed with the crowd. “Also can we have a round of applause for our house emcee, Dustin Henderson! We've known that kid since he was fifteen. He looks exactly the same.” He chuckled as Dustin flipped him off with a grin as the crowd cheered for him, smiling Eddie adjusted the strap so his guitar sat just right. Looking back at the guys he smiled. “Let’s get this shit show on the road boys!”

The windows rattled and you could really feel the bass in your chest. Your breath caught as Eddie sang, he sounded exactly like he did on the cds. It took your breath away, seeing your favorite band live in such an intimate setting was enough to make you want to scream.

Eddie looked up at you as they played, sending you a wink that made you grin. The girls around you screamed, some rushed up to the stage, a few of them sent you glares and side eyes when they caught Eddie staring at you but you just watched in awe as he moved around the stage. Eddie looked so at ease up there. He was completely at home. The way the lights hit him made him look almost… ethereal. The unruly curls that he had pulled back into a bun shone like a halo around his head, even the sweat that started to drip only enhanced him. You were right when you told him he was beautiful. He was. So entranced by the band, well mostly Eddie, that you completely missed Lizzy sneaking up on you. You jumped as she pounced, throwing her arms around you.

“You're back!” She laughed as she looked up at Jeff as he played. He smiled at her which left her beaming.

“I'm back!” You smiled as you hugged her. Looking at her you laughed in excitement. “They're amazing!”

“Aren't they!?” She called back as the band played. Lizzy watched silently, completely unphased by them, having been on tour with them recently, she’s seen and heard it all. She knew all the boys pretty well by now and it didn’t take a genius to notice that Eddie was staring directly at you. Smirking, she leaned closer to you getting your attention. “Eddie can’t take his eyes off you.”

You stared wide eyed as you took a sip of your drink looking between her and Eddie.

“Don’t be so shy!” She laughed, playing with her necklace. It wasn’t a collar this round but a choker that held a pretty little pink rose against the hollow of her throat. It looked beautiful on her.

“I love your necklace,” You said with a smile trying to change the subject.

“Thank you! Jeff got it for me!” She giggled like she knew a secret you didn't get.

You giggled too and you looked back up at the band as they took a small break before their third song. Eddie laughed at something someone in the crowd had yelled as he took a drink from a water bottle. You were so stuck on Eddie as he started to sing another song that you jumped when Lizzy held a shot in front of you. “Oh no! No! You got me fucked up last time!”

“You needed it!” Lizzy laughed. She wasn’t wrong in that regard.

“Well.. I..” You faltered as you looked at Robin who was standing with her own shot in her hands. “Fine! But I am not going to let you get me trashed this round!”

All together the three of you tapped the little glasses on the bar counter and then threw them back. The strong taste of the liquor in that shot made you shiver and your eyes water slightly. “Holy shit!”

“Birdie, when did you get here?!”

You looked up as Steve walked over and stood next to Robin behind the bar, his hands on his hips.

Robin smirked as she looked between you two before cocking her head at him. “Dude. She’s been here for hours! We’ve been watching you fail at flirting with that girl. Why do you suck so bad?”

“First of all that’s a lie. She hasn’t been here for hours. I'm not an idiot,” Steve said, pouring some ice into a glass and setting it behind the counter to pull a napkin out of his pocket. “Second of all, I got her number. So you can shove it Buckley.”

Robin looked at the napkin before she nodded and dug under the counter for a moment bringing up an old white board, pulling off the marker taped to it before writing something down making Steve roll his eyes at her before going back to making the drink he had started. “It’s the dawning of a new era!”

“Why do you still have that?”

You looked at her curiously before she turned it around to show you with a laugh. Written on the board in black marker was two columns with a bunch of tallies on it. YOU RULE and YOU SUCK written on it with a line between them. The YOU SUCK section had two little clusters of five lines and the YOU RULE had only one line. And it was still wet. Biting your lip to keep from laughing you looked over at Steve.

He pointed at you with no real heat to his stare. “Shut up.”

That made you laugh. Loudly. Your head was thrown back in complete glee which only got worse when Steve threw an ice cube at you. “I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not!” Steve argued as he went to give the drink to someone.

“I’m really not.” You said to Robin and Lizzy who were laughing with you before looking back at the band as they played, a smile on Eddie’s face as he sang, you watched as his eyes lit up when your eyes met his. You smiled at him before holding up a hand in the devil horns symbol poking your tongue out at him a little with a wink. That only made him smile wider as he went ham on his guitar, his fingers flying from string to string.

Yeah he was definitely your favorite band member.

They had played their set like they would any concert and by the time they were done with their last song the whole bar was going nuts. You cheered and clapped with the rest of them as Eddie thanked everyone again and headed off the stage with the rest of the band. He took a moment to climb the stairs out of sight and when he came back down he was empty handed and had removed his leather jacket letting you see his dark burgundy button up that was unbuttoned way too low with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Most of the tattoos that littered his chest and arms were on display and all you wanted to do was lick them.

He smiled at you and was heading over when he got stopped by a pretty redhead in full punk regalia, her chest pushed sky high by a corset that showed off her very trim waist and her short black skirt left nothing to the imagination. He smiled as he nodded his head at her before posing for a photo with his arm around her waist in a respectful way, not too high nor too low to cop a feel. Something you can only call jealousy swarmed your chest as you watched the pretty girl get up on her tiptoes, pressing her chest into Eddie’s arm as pushed a kiss to his cheek before she slipped a piece of paper into his hand and smiled at him. How dare she… Eddie was… Eddie was… just a friend. Sighing you looked away, not wanting to see that girl flirt with him anymore, taking the last drink of your vodka and cranberry you put the glass back on the bar smiling tightly at Robin as she smiled at you a bit. Lizzy looked over at you with another shot in her hand but you just shook your head. “I have a three drink rule! I want my last drink to be a good one!”

“You and that rule!” She pouts. She doesn’t know the reason behind it but she agrees to stop force feeding you shots cause you put your foot down. In the end she shrugged and took both shots causing you to laugh.

“Jeff’s going to have your ass.” Robin said as she wiped down the counter in a newly opened spot at the bar.

“Not if he doesn't know!” She called back to Robin with a smirk. Jeff always knew, doms seemed to have a sixth sense for this kind thing.

Biting your lip you glanced over towards Eddie to see a few more girls and even a couple of boys have now surrounded him asking for photos and autographs. He took it in stride with a smile on his face as he posed and signed items for them. He was definitely a rockstar. But you couldn't sit there watching them flirt and paw at him anymore. You didn't like the jealous feeling clawing at your chest. It was suddenly too hot in the bar. You needed a moment to try and get over this feeling.

“I’m going to step outside for a bit.” You called to the girls who looked over at you with a nod. Getting off your stool you pointed Lizzy into it. “Sit!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” She said with a small salute before taking your spot ordering another drink from Robin.

Quickly you moved through the crowd and back out onto the patio. The cold air slapping you in the face as you take in a breath. You needed to pull it together, you had no claim over Eddie, no reason to get jealous of anyone flirting or touching him. You were friends. Friends that had sex and shared a few kisses. That's it. He had so many people he could choose from that were more his type, you listen to the same music, yes, but your styles were so different. You liked a cozier simple style where Eddie was very much a metalhead rocker. Leaning against a pole you crossed your arms. Plus you were supposed to fix things with Peter. That idea made you want to hurl. How could you possibly fix something you didn't think was broken?

“There you are..” A voice called, it had a slight rasp to it from use.

Looking over your shoulder you blinked at Eddie as he came out onto the porch with you a few minutes later. “Here I am. You’re a very popular guy.”

“It's the hair.” He shrugged, putting his hands in his pants pockets. “What can I say, people dig it.”

You giggled as you shook your head. “I bet. You were great up there. Can't believe I got to see you guys playing live. And for free? Damn, college me just died and went to heaven.”

He laughed as he sauntered over to you leaning his shoulder next to yours on the pole. “I'm glad you liked it, I think I caught you singing along a few times. We do this sometimes. Keeps us from going crazy when we are not on tour.”

“I get that.” You nodded as a slight breeze pushed your hair into your face. You reached up to tuck it behind your ear but Eddie got there first. The heat of his hand makes the skin on your cheek burn.

“You okay?” He asked leaning in a bit, his hand now cupping your cheek fully. “You left the bar pretty quickly.”

“I just needed some air.” You nodded. “It was pretty crowded in there. The heat got to me.” 'You got to me.'

“I see.” He said looking you in the eye. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” You smiled as he rolled his eyes and laughed when he tugged at a lock of your hair. “Yes you can ask me anything.”

“What's with that three drink rule you told Lizzy about the other night? I asked Steve but he told me I should ask you, that it’s personal.”

You blinked for a moment before you nodded. “Yeah it is..”

“Then you don't have to expli-”

“It's okay. I don't mind.” You shook your head turning to sit on the front steps. Looking up at him you patted the spot next to you. “Or maybe you should get your coat first?”

He shook his head as he sat next to you, his arms on his knees. “Nah I'll be okay. I run hot, remember? Plus I’m pretty warm from the stage lights.”

“Hmm,” You nodded again as you took a deep breath. “I have the three drink rule cause growing up my mom was an alcoholic. She's better now, and hasn't had a drink in well over ten years. But when I was younger I remember her drinking a lot, which I get, being married to my dad probably wasn't easy. He's… not easy to get along with. At first it was just a drink here and there on a bad day, then it was a few times a week, and eventually it turned into an everyday thing. From the moment she got up to the moment she passed out. It ruined my parents' marriage, among other things of course but that was a big part of it. My dad didn't even try to help her. He's not very… loving.”

“I've gathered," Eddie nodded.

“Yeah,” You laughed a little as you picked at a thread that popped up from the seam on your jeans. “After the divorce they shared custody of me. I would spend every other weekend with my mom but live at my dad's house for the week because of school and she would pick me up from school on the Fridays I stayed with her. She did better after the divorce, the drinking has slowed down but one weekend something happened, no one ever told me what exactly, but it set her off. When she picked me up from school she was plastered, I didn't want to get in the car with her but I didn't want to make a scene and embarrass her either. So I got in the car. I begged her to just pull into a parking space and sit for a while but she didn't.”

Eddie turned so he was facing you completely, his back leaning against the handrail. He was listening intently.

“Thankfully we didn't get into an accident but there were a couple close calls and we got pulled over. I was eleven and scared and I didn't know what to do so when the cops came to the window I just started crying. Mom got arrested, the car impounded, and when we got to the police station, I called my Nana to come get me. CPS got involved and Dad took her to court, he got full custody of me after that. The Courts made her go to rehab and AA, before she could see me again since her DUI also involved child endangerment. But she did it, she's been in recovery for a while now, she's faltered here and there but she kept going, met my step dad, Joel, in AA and they moved to upstate New York. They keep each other in check you know? Once I was old enough I started to visit them. We have a really good relationship now, I actually called her before I came out tonight. I made that rule for myself when I started drinking. I didn't want to wind up like my mom. I was scared that it was genetic I guess,” You shrug. “So for my own sanity and liver health I try to stick to three drinks. I love my mom but I don't want to go through what she did.”

“I'm glad your mom got better and I'm glad nothing happened to you guys that day. Oh god Lizzy pushed so many shots on you the other night.” He said, pushing his face into his hands.

You laughed, shaking your head. “It's fine. Letting loose once in a while won't kill me. Plus you kept me from driving home so thank you.”

“I wasn’t about to let you even look at your car sweetheart.” He said, shaking his head before smirking at you. “You're a very giggly drunk. It's cute.”

“Oh my god shut up.” You laugh a bit as you push at his knee.

“I mean it.” He chuckled and put the leg closest to the parking lot down before shoving his hand into his pocket to grab his cigarettes and lighter. Pulling one out of the carton he offers one to you but you shake your head. Placing the box in the pocket of his button up shirt he flicked open the zippo lighting his cigarette in a puff of smoke.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot, sweetheart.”

“What are your parents like?”

Eddie faltered a moment flicking the zippo closed before putting it in his shirt pocket by his carton of cigarettes. He didn't like to talk about his parents much. “My folks… weren't great. Mom took off a little after my ninth birthday. I have no idea where she is or if she's even alive. Dad.. well dad’s in jail. Has been since I was… shit… like thirteen?”

“I'm sorry, Eddie.” You said looking at the parking lot. “I shouldn't have asked.”

“No, you're fine. You talk to me about your parents, it's only fair I talk to you about mine.” He said taking a hit of his cigarette before ashing it on the stairs. “Dad was a wreck after mom left, it’s almost like he forgot how to function. He wasn't a terrible dad before but he wasn't great either you know? Taught me a lot of stuff but never really took the time to understand me as a person. He was a handyman, could fix anything, cars, lights, drywall, you name it he could do it. He was smart like that. What he wasn't smart about was the drugs he chose to do, he got addicted to heroin and would do anything to get it. He stole cars, car parts, jewelry, cash, anything he could get his hands on. He tried to get me to help him swindle people and I picked up a lot of very bad habits from him. I can pick a pocket and hot wire a car just as easily as I can fix an engine or install a sink. He moved us around a lot in the few years it was just us. I think he was running from debt collectors. He got caught lifting an expensive sports car one day, that was his third strike so they tossed him in jail on a shit ton of charges he had racked up. Been in ever since.”

“What happened to you after he went in?”

“I got sent to live with his older brother. My Uncle Wayne, he lives in Hawkins. I was with him until I was about twenty.”

“That was nice of him. You're uncle I mean.”

“Yeah, Wayne's great. He's the closest thing I have to a real dad.” Eddie laughed as he let the half gone cigarette hang from his lips. “He calls me son. He comes to watch us play when we’re on tour and we have shows nearby. He works the night shift at the plant and on his nights off he comes by to have a few drinks sometimes. He's real proud of us.”

“As he should be.” You smiled. “You guys are so good.”

“Thanks sweetheart.” He smiled. The entire time he told you about his parents he had been smoking and by now the end of his cigarette was coming close. He took one last hit and flicked the butt into the parking lot as he leaned his head back to let the smoke escape his lungs. His neck strained slightly and you had to look away because all you wanted to do was kiss it, bite it, leave your mark on it, as a warning to others. Fuck. This man was ruining you. “We should go back in. It's far too cold out here for pretty little ladies like you.”

“Can we just sit here for a little longer?” You ask, cocking your head at him, batting your lashes just a little bit. You didn't want to see all those people flirting with him, your self esteem couldn't handle that.

Chuckling he nodded and held his arms out for you. “Come get warm. I’ll be your own personal heater.”

You giggled as you scooted over to sit between his legs, your back to his chest, as he wrapped his arms around you. His warmth seeping into your back.

“Comfy?” He whispered in your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

“Mhm,” You nodded as you cuddled in a bit more before looking at the dark sky above you to see it spotted with little lights. “The stars are pretty tonight.”

“Yeah, they are,” He nodded, though you couldn't see it he wasn't looking at the sky. He was looking at you.

He was finally able to get you back into the bar about 20 minutes after that and for the rest of the night he rarely left your side. His arm was around your waist as you sat back at the bar with your last drink in hand. Eddie would step away every once in a while to smile and pose for photos and give out autographs when asked. You on the other hand couldn’t help but give Steve wide eyed looks as you sipped your drink trying not to look at the fans who would glare at you when Eddie was back at your side. What made you so special that you were getting all of Eddie’s attention? You were sure they were all thinking that and you could honestly say you didn’t know. You didn’t know what it was that drew him to you but you were just as drawn to him so you didn’t want to think about it anymore less you ruin your mood.

The night dwindled down and at two on the dot the bar was closed and locked up tight for the night; the only people left were the ones who lived in the building and Brandon. Gareth had left a bit earlier to go home to his wife, you remember giggling at him when you were introduced and he gave Eddie a teasing look while saying, ‘So this is Y/N…’. Eddie very quickly told him to shut up, his face turning a slight pink in embarrassment.

Now you were all sitting at one of the areas by the stage that held three couches and a metal sound equipment flight case for a table telling each other all the stupid things you’ve done in your lives. Lizzy had just finished telling an embarrassing story of her first time meeting Jeff from where she sat on a couch next to him, his hand grazing up and down her arm as he laughed at her.

“It was so embarrassing!” She all but shrieked, shaking her head. “All I could do was lay there with my skirt over my head; panties on full display. I wanted the ground to just eat me.”

“I still thought you were beautiful, baby girl.” Jeff laughed as he pulled her back to kiss the side of her head.

You were sitting on the floor between Eddie’s legs where he and Steve sat on the smaller of the three couches, your head was leaning up against Eddie’s knee as you laughed at the story. His hand was in your hair twirling a lock between his fingers.

“Your turn sweetheart.” Eddie laughed as he drank from his bottle of beer putting lightly on your hair.

“I don’t think…” You snap your fingers before you laugh and look up at Steve. "Remember that one Halloween when I was like twelve and you were, what? Fifteen? We got in trouble with your parents and the chief of police because we stole every last pumpkin off someone's porch, carved the dumbest faces in them and then put them back?"

“That has got to be the most wholesome prank I’ve ever heard!” Lizzy said as she giggled.

“What kind of faces?” Brandon asked as he chuckled into his beer bottle from where he sat on the stage.

“Oh god I can’t even remember I just know they were bad. I think one was just like two pinprick eyes and a line between them?” You asked Steve who nodded his head. Holding up your thumb and pointer finger you guessed at how big it was. “It was only this big. I remember it being on the biggest pumpkin too.”

“God, that lady was so pissed. Screaming about how we ruined her perfect decorations.” Steve laughed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “We had to pay for new pumpkins, listen to Hopper go on a theft rant, and then we got grounded.”

“We didn’t get any candy that year but that was still one of the best Halloweens,” You laughed as you looked up at Eddie with a grin.

He chuckled as he looked at you before leaning forward to put his empty bottle on the box, his chest meeting the back of your head and his hand traveled down a little to caress the skin around your collarbone before leaning back and looking over at Steve who was watching the two of you. “What?”

“Nothing.” Steve said with a shake of his head and a snort. Both of you were adults, you could do what you wanted. It was just weird seeing Eddie so head over heels for someone especially if that someone was you.

“Jealous?” Eddie asked as he brought his hand up off your head and placed it on Steve's knee.

“Not even close,” Steve laughed, pushing Eddie’s hand off his knee.

Everyone was giggling just as much, so it was clear this was not an unusual thing.

“Don’t be like that Chippy,” Eddie chuckled as he leaned towards Steve.

“You can’t call me that!” Steve groaned, sending you a glare before looking back up at Eddie. He was used to this by now. Eddie liked to play chicken with him whenever he could.

“Harrington, you want me to kiss you so bad it makes you look stupid.” Eddie said getting closer to him, making kissy noises, Steve in turn just pushed him away with a hand to his face.

“Shut up Munson.” Your cousin laughed rolling his eyes. “Someone else tell a story before I give Eddie a black eye!”

You all laughed and continued with your stories as you sat there just enjoying your night. Robin told you all about the time she tripped during a show for band in high school and how her trumpet went flying and landed right by the legs of the tuba player who tripped over it. It was all downhill from there; the entire band ended up laying on the grass of the football field. You couldn’t stop laughing.

“Oh shit!” Eddie said suddenly as he sat up again with a smile on his face as he looked down at you. “I forgot you brought something.”

“Oh yeah!” You nodded, sitting up watching over your shoulder as Eddie stood up carefully so he wouldn’t hurt you as he moved around you to head through the bar. You smiled back at everyone as they watched him rush into the kitchen and then back out in only a few minutes. A lavender colored box in his hands.

“Y/N brought us something as a thank you for making her feel better about her shitty date!” Eddie called as he wandered back over placing the box on the metal case before he opened it for everyone to see the baked goods inside. He was eyeing one of those brownies something fierce and he was not above fighting someone for it.

“Sugar Cloud!” Lizzy clapped excitedly as she leaned forward on the couch. “This must have been so expensive, thank you!”

“Oh hell yeah!” Robin nodded as she got up to see if you had brought her favorite, her eyes lighting up when she saw the macarons.

“It wasn’t,” You laughed as everyone looked in the box to see what they wanted.

“It’s their largest box though!” Lizzy said, grabbing a slice of strawberry shortcake and a lemon square for Jeff.

“Yeah, but I can just take them,” You shrugged before looking up at them to see they were all looking at you curiously.

“Did you steal these?” Robin asked, blinking at you a macaron in her hand.

“No! Can’t exactly steal something you made,” You laugh, shaking your head. Everyone looked at you in confusion. “Steve didn’t tell you?”

When all you got were blank stares and head shakes back you just smiled and pointed at your chest. “I’m the owner and head baker at Sugar Cloud.”

Steve practically giggled as everyone just starred and then like a shot they all started talking over each other. Lizzy was going on excitedly about how amazing your baked goods were and that they were her favorite. Jeff was just trying to get her to calm down a little bit as he laughed. Brandon was asking if you had made all of these. Robin was yelling at Steve for not mentioning it when they’ve all gone to the shop before and Eddie, well, Eddie was just smiling at you.

You laughed and nodded at all the noise. Leaning forward you crawled so you sat next to Eddie and started to point out all the ones you had made before grabbing a cupcake and handing it back over to Steve. “I made the lemon squares, brownies, and cupcakes. Ada made the shortcake and Tiffany made the macarons. I can't make those to save my life. She’s way better at it.”

“She went to culinary school and that was the only thing she ever failed at.” Steve snarked as he licked the frosting off the top of the cupcake.

“Shush you!” You sniped as you sent him a playful glare. You were about ten seconds from shoving that cupcake in his face.

“They look amazing, sweetheart.” Eddie grinned as he grabbed the brownie out of the box. Shit did he love chocolate. “Thank you.”

“Thank you guys for keeping me sane the other night.” You smiled as you moved back to lean on the couch watching everyone enjoy their treats. “You should all come by the shop soon! I give friends and family discounts!”

The rest of the night went by quickly, everyone filling up on sweets until they were about to be sick and soon it was just you and Eddie downstairs. You had excused yourself to the restroom and when you came back out you looked up at the clock behind the bar seeing that it was almost three thirty AM. It was late.. Or early? You didn’t want to think about it.

“I should go.” You said looking at Eddie as you walked back towards where he sat on the couch.

“You don't have to.” Eddie said shaking his head he really didn't want you to leave. “Not like I have anything to do tomorrow. Best thing about being on break is that I get to be lazy.”

You chuckled as you sat next to him on the couch in Steve’s vacant spot. Leaning back on the arm of the couch you pulled your legs up to tuck under you comfortably as you cocked your head at him. “Must be nice. Being laaaaazy all the time.”

“Oh it’s great!” Eddie said, chuckling, turning so he can pull on leg up on the couch to face you. His right arm settles on the back of the couch so he can lean his head on his fist. “Rest up now so when we have to get back to it we have the energy to create a whole new album, deal with press releases and interviews and concerts!”

“That sounds exhausting.”

“It can be. Lots of late nights and early mornings. Record label execs yelling at you, but you kinda just learn to shrug it off and go at your own pace or you get stuck making something you hate in the end.”

“Nothing worse than hating something you put so much time into.” You said somberly as you watched him nod. For the first time since you met it was quiet between you two, you both were just sitting there watching each other. Your eyes drifted down from his eyes to his plush lips to his bobbing Adam's apple. So distracted were you that you didn’t notice Eddie was watching you too from the flustered look on your face to you biting your bottom lips slightly as you thought.

"Wanna play a game?" He asked suddenly out of nowhere with a grin.

Blinking, you looked over to him and cocked your head to the side with a small grin. “What kinda game?”

“20 questions.”

You laughed as you shook your head at the suggestion. “Sure. Let's play.”

You both went through the normal questions, full name, age, zodiac sign, what you wanted to be when you grew up, if you have any siblings, and your favorite animal. You know the safe questions. But it soon moved to the good questions, the ones that you only asked best friends at sleepovers.

“Who was your first kiss?”

Taking a sip of the soda that Eddie had grabbed for you not long ago at the start of your game, only after he teased you about how you had been a good girl about keeping to your three drink limit and drinking the water he gave you. Laughing you sighed, “Oh man.. his name was Eric Johnston. Sixth grade. He used waaay too much tongue for an eleven year old.”

The laugh that left Eddie could only be described as a cackle. “Gross.”

“What about you? Same question.”

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he took a good drink of his own soda. “His name was Tony Owens. A kid I knew when I was twelve in Missouri with my dad before he went to jail. He found out and he moved us out of the state pretty quickly after that.”

“Oh so you’re…” You started to say but he just shook his head making you stop mid-sentence.

“Uh, no,” He smiled, shaking his head, looking almost shy. Which seemed weird for him. “We wouldn’t have had sex if I was sweetheart. I’m bi. I don't care about the parts anyone has or how they identify. If we are both into it. I will fuck you. Don’t matter to me.” Eddie swished his glass around nervously. “Does that bother you?”

You shook your head with a grin, “Nope. Why would it?”

“A lot of people don’t like the idea of a dude kissing or fucking another dude.” He shrugged as he downed the rest of his drink.

“That doesn't matter to me.” You said looking at your glass before looking up at him through your lashes. “Who you are attracted to doesn’t determine who you are as a person. So, no, it doesn’t bother me.”

He looked you in the eye, pleased with your answer. Leaning forward he placed his empty glass on the floor. “I saw you looking at Lizzy’s collar the other night.”

“That wasn’t a question.” You laughed while taking a drink to hide your grin. You knew he had noticed.

“It’s not. More of an observation.”

“I'm sure it doesn't surprise you, considering New Years Eve.”

“It doesn't. I’m curious though. Is that something you're interested in? Not so much the collar but the idea behind it?” Eddie asked. He wanted to explore this with you, if you were willing to take the journey with him.

“You mean like BDSM?”

“Mhm,” He nodded watching you as you licked your bottom lip, your hand twirling the glass around so the ice clinked as it swirled.

“I’m… interested.” You sigh, trying to think how to word this. “I read a lot of romance novels about it and I’ve experimented a little in college with a few people but it wasn’t like I expected you know? It was mostly just getting tied down and having sex. Which was fun, don't get me wrong, but it didn’t have the right feeling…”

“You want structure, rules, not just some kinky fun every once in a while.”

“Exactly.” You nodded as you took another drink of your soda and giggled after you were done. “It’s so weird saying all this out loud and not feeling like you’re about to reject me. I’ve had a few people lose interest in me when I express interest in this kind of thing.”

“It’s hard to lose interest in someone when you have the same interests, sweetheart.” He said with a grin. Leaning towards you he gently took your glass from your hands and placed it carefully on the ground next to his empty one. “Would you maybe wanna come upstairs with me? Give it a shot?”

You blinked at him for a moment before a smile spread on your face and you nodded.

Chuckling, Eddie shook his head and pushed some of your hair from your face. “I need your words sweetheart. You gotta say it.”

“Yes, take me upstairs Eddie.” You all but whispered, your heart pounding in your ears as you watched him smile so wide. Your eyes never left his as he stood up from the couch and held his hand out for you which you took and allowed him to lift you from the couch. Just like on New Years you followed him up the stairs, past the photo of Ruby who you said a quiet hello too, and around the walkway to his room.

He let you in first and closed the door behind you, switching the lock in place. You smiled when he flipped the light on and turned to look at him over your shoulder. “So what do you have in mind?”

“You’ll see.” He smirked as he moved closer to you, his hands coming up to your jaw to cup it lightly and dropped one kiss, two, three, to your lips. “I just wanna play a little. Nothing crazy, just some light restraints and I’ll only use my hands and my mouth tonight. If this is something you want we can have a conversation and go from there. I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won't.” You shook your head slightly with your eyes closed, your noses touching as you breathed each other in. “I trust you.”

“I wanna go over some safewords with you.” Eddie said as he put his hand in yours and pulled you towards the couch. “You know about safewords, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You nod as you take a seat. “If I say them it makes everything stop.”

“Good girl,” He smiled at you. You liked when he praised you. “I like to use the stop light system. Green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is full stop. You with me so far?”

Nodding your head you let the information sink in. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Repeat them for me.”

“Green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is stop.”

“Good. Very good. Remember those, they’re important. I usually have my subs call me by an honorific but we’ll skip that tonight.” Eddie said as stood up from the couch and wandered around his bed towards the dresser that sat under the window, pulling open the top drawer he hummed as he looked inside. He wanted something that would give you a taste but not scare you, so the rope was pushed aside for another day. His hands fiddled around with some other things that you couldn’t see as he decided what he wanted to use. Looking over his shoulder at you he had a small wicked gleam in his eye before he looked back into the drawer. “Oh, and if you wanna cum you gotta ask permission. Got it?”

You tried to get a peek of what he had going on over there but he was successfully blocking you. Taking a small breath you nodded your head. “Got it.”

“This will work.” He said to himself as he turned all the way around so you could see what he had in his hands. A set of leather cuffs. Leaning against his dresser Eddie looked at you fully now with a grin. "One more suggestion sweetheart. If you have to use the bathroom, do it now. Cause once these go on they’re not coming off until I'm done with you."

You breathed a laugh before you got off the couch and took a few steps towards the bathroom. "Then I'll go just in case."

You took a moment to use the restroom and when you came back Eddie had unbuttoned the last two buttons on his shirt so it hung open showing the entirety of his chest and the little trail of dark hair that disappeared into his pants, it made your mouth water. Biting your lip you eyed him a moment as he looked up at you from unbuckling the cuffs in his hand. They were thick black cuffs with a short chain in between them just big enough for his hand to fit if he grabbed them.

“Hey. We don’t have to do this.” Eddie said, letting the cuffs dangle from his hand as he walked over to you, placing a finger under your chin to lift your face up so he could look into your eyes. “We can just go to bed or something.”

“No, I want to.” You muttered quickly, your hand coming up to hold his wrist. “I want to try. With you.”

"Okay. You remember your safe words?"

"Yes,” You nodded.

“Good girl.” He smiled, slowly he brought the cuffs up to hang off his shoulder. His hands came up to hold your cheeks as he pushed the hair away from your face.

“We’ll try just the cuffs tonight. Don’t be afraid to say the safewords, I won't be upset.” He muttered as he leaned down, placing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss backing you up towards the bed.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands moving as far into his hair as his bun would allow grabbing little handfuls making him groan at the feeling of his hair being pulled. You moaned into the kiss giving him enough of an opening to give your lip a little bite.

“Can I take this off?” He asked against your lips as he tugged at the bottom of your shirt, smiling when you let out a soft yes.

Pulling back a bit he hummed at your slightly breathless state as he grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it up over your arms and head before tossing it behind him before settling his hands gently on the sides of your neck. Smiling he pushed a kiss to your lips once more as he ran his hands down your shoulders and arm to grab your wrists in his own hands watching you carefully as your breath hitched in your throat. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” You nodded as you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Okay,” He said as he moved his hand off one of your wrists and pulled the cuffs from over his shoulder. He worked quickly but gently, buckling the cuffs to hold you firmly, making sure he could still fit two fingers between the cuffs and your skin. “How does that feel? Too tight?”

“No, it feels good.” You said looking at your bound wrists. The leather was softer than you expected and just looking at it made tiny bolts of pleasure shoot straight to your core. "What now?"

“Now? Now, I'm going to play to my heart's content. I wanna see how many times I can get you to cum until you are crying for me to stop.” Eddie cocked his head at you with a sly grin as he watched you pull on at the cuffs experimenting with your movement. The little clinks of the chain between them is the only sound for a few minutes. You weren't the only one affected by this, Eddie shifted a little trying to adjust the tight feeling in his pants as he watched you. Seeing the look of uncertainty in your eyes when you looked up at him, he narrowed his eyes. “Has no one ever done that before?”

Shaking your head you looked at anything but him. “Uh, no?”

“Really? No ones ever made you cum more than once?”

“Well no,” You shrugged awkwardly in your bonds. “The few guys I was with in college were pretty much one and done. Only two people have ever made me come twice and that was a guy from culinary school and you on New Year's."

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie said, shaking his head. Placing his hand gently on your chest he pushed you back onto the mattress making you land on it with a bounce, a little laugh leaving you. Your jean clad legs are still hanging off the side of the bed. He took a moment to remove all the rings from his fingers, placing them in a tiny bowl on his nightstand. “Point me towards these guys cause holy shit..”

"What would you do if I did?" You smirked up at him watching as he moved back over towards you pushing your knees apart so he could stand between them.

"I'm just gonna talk to ‘em." He murmured as he grabbed the chain between your cuffed hands and stretched them above your head giving you a little smirk as he looked down at you, his whole body leaning over you so you felt his chest against yours. The fabric of your bra scraped against his nipple piercings as his guitar pick necklace swayed against your throat slightly. “Do not move these or I will tie you to the bed so you can't move at all. Understand?”

“Yes.” You nodded breathlessly, a warmth flaring on your cheeks as you felt how wet you were getting, he hasn’t even touched you yet!

He just smirked as he trailed his fingers down from your wrists, over your forearms and triceps, to your shoulders chuckling to himself as you squirmed when he hit your armpits. “Ticklish?”

“No…” You gasped out making him snort as he did it again which only made you try and squirm away from him but he just grabbed your hips tutting at you to stay still. “Okay... Maybe.”

“Yeah, I thought so." Eddie said as he continued with his soft caressing. His fingers moving down to your chest pinching and plucking at your nipples through your bra before he grabbed the cups and pulled them down, manhandling your breasts until they sat over your bra which pushed them up for easier access. His thumbs brushed over your nipples gently before he gave them a sharp pinch that made you gasp, your back arching just a bit at the pain as it slowly slipped into pleasure, your panties were now definitely starting to get soaked. He let his thumbs caress your nipples gently almost like an apology. “Guys these days don’t know how to treat a lady.”

“Tying them up and having your way with them?” You asked breathlessly, trying your best to look down at him through your half lidded eyes. Your body was buzzing.

“Only if they are very good little girls. Or very bad if that’s how they wanna play it.” He smirked, giving your breasts a quick squeeze before he continued to trail his fingers down your stomach to the button of your jeans. Tucking his fingers under the top of them he gave you a look waiting for your go ahead and when you nodded with a smile and a quiet yes, he undid the button and zipper on your pants and grabbed the sides pulling them down over your hips, thighs, calves until he was catching your converse with them pulling those off as well as your socks. Tossing everything to the side he let out a low whistle as he looked you over. Arms cuffed and resting over your head, hair tossed, breasts out and pushed up by your bra, and the wettest pair of panties he has seen in a while. “Look at you.”

Your eyes closed as you felt his hands on your thighs slowly pushing them apart so he could get a good look at your ruined underwear. His fingers dug into the meat of your thighs slightly before he moved them up to softly caress you through the fabric hiding you from him. A small whine left you at the feeling of his fingers swirling over your clit, your hands grabbing at the sheets under you to keep your hands where Eddie had placed them. You didn’t want to disappoint him. A quiet moan slipped past your lips when his fingers started to move faster on your little bud. The friction of your soaked panties only ramped you up a bit. “Ah… Eddie..”

“That feel good, baby?” He asked as he glanced up at you trying to gauge your reaction by facial features. You looked a little pathetic, your eyes half closed, a warmth started to simmer under your skin, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you moaned out a quiet "uh huh". He loved it. Smirking he mocked you a bit by copying your little uh huh with his own. "Yeah I can tell."

“Eddie…” You sighed as you felt the pressure in your tummy start to build. It felt good but it wasn't enough, you needed the barrier of your panties gone. “Eddie… please.”

“What sweetheart?” He said as he moved his fingers away from your clit to cup your mound making you gasp, his middle finger rubbing your entrance through the soaked cloth, he leaned over you then his hand next to your head to support himself. “Need something?”

“Please.. please touch me…” You whined breathlessly looking up at him. “Eddie please.”

“I am touching you.” He smirked. He was enjoying this, you could tell. His hand moved so he could go back to circling your clit making your back arch slightly, your chest practically touching his.

“Ha,” You whimpered. Your cheeks burned at the attention. Your embarrassment was obvious, you couldn't say it. It only made him smile more. He liked hearing you beg. The bulge in his pants said so. “More. Please. More.”

“If you want something you gotta use your words.” He muttered into your ear as he started to kiss and nip at your neck, his teeth leaving little red marks in his wake as he trailed down the column of your neck to your collarbone sucking a hickey on the spot, getting more into it as you moaned. “Come on baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Off..” You mumbled as you felt that coil inside you start to get just slightly tighter. “Underwear off.. Please.”

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” He cooed at you as he slipped his fingers from your clit and tucked them under the elastic, his entire body moving away so he could pull them from you and tossed them somewhere behind him. His fingers were back on you in seconds, running up and down your wet folds, he made a little sound in his throat that if you were in your right mind you would have realized was a little whine of his own. “You're so wet baby. This all for me?”

“Yeah,” You nodded as you bucked up again, feeling much better now that the little barrier was gone. “All yours.”

“Damn right it is.” Eddie chuckled, giving the inside of your thigh a light smack that made you jump. He leaned over you again making you glance up at him as he poked your bottom lip with his fingers. “Get them nice and wet for me babe.”

Your mouth dropped open and you moaned when he pushed them past your lips to sit on your tongue. You took your time licking and sucking on his fingers, your spit coating his digits. You could taste yourself on them. You’d never done this before but you couldn’t say you hated it. It made you want to clench your thighs together to get even the tiniest bit of relief but his damn hips were in the way and you couldn’t close your legs.

He watched with shallow breaths as you sucked on his fingers your pupils were blown with lust, just like his, he was sure of it. Slowly, so slowly, he pulled his fingers from your lips, a small string of saliva still attached to your tongue. He let a few words of praise fall from his lips that had you keening. You felt him trace your entrance a few times before pushing a finger into your heated core, your walls clenching down at the intrusion. His other had rubbed the skin on your pelvis as he cooed at you. “Relax sweetheart. Let me in, I got you. It’s okay.”

Taking a deep breath you forced your wound up body to settle down letting Eddie push farther into you until he was satisfied. You heard his quiet “there we go” as he pulled his finger back out just to push it in again. His finger was so thick and he felt so fucking good. Your breathing started to pick up as he continued to torture and tease you adding the second finger in with the first making you feel so full. You felt yourself hurtling towards the edge and you moaned a little louder than you expected as your brain started to feel just as fuzzy as your body. Looks like his earlier teasing got to you more than you had expected if he was able to get you here so quickly. “Eddie.. Oh god.. Eddie.. Close.. So close.”

“Something you gotta ask me sweetheart?” He smirked as he pushed his thumb onto your little button, swirling it around as his middle and ring finger pumped in and out of you, his fingers curling to hit that spongy little spot inside you that made you see stars. He remembered exactly where it was from last time. Had practically memorized it just in case. He knew you were close; he could feel your walls sucking him in, getting tighter and tighter.

Ask him? Shit! You couldn’t think. Fuck what did he say!? You were so close you could taste it, that coil pulled so tight you could snap any moment now. Fuck… Fuck.. FUCK! ‘If you wanna cum you gotta ask permission. Got it?’ THAT WAS IT! “Fuck.. Eddie.. Can I cum? Please? Pleasepleasepleaseplease..”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” He snarked and moved his fingers faster, feeling as your legs started to shake. “Go on baby. Cum for me. You can do it.”

All you saw was white as you came, a back arching, toe curling, mind melting orgasm that left you breathless as he continued to play with you through your high. You barely heard him as he praised you the whole time while you came down.

“That’s it baby,” He muttered at you as you started to twitch from overstimulation on your poor lady bits. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me aren’t you? Did so good. Proud of you.”

All you could do was nod as your hands released the sheets you were white knuckling. You whined when he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his own mouth, sucking your slick from them. It left you panting.

You felt the bed move as he laid next to you, his hand coming up to push your sweat soaked hair from your forehead as he made his way up to check on your cuffed wrists. His hand falling into your open palm. “You okay? Can you squeeze my hand for me sweetheart?”

You heard him chuckle when you did. Blinking your eyes open you looked over at him.

“Hi.” He smirked.

“Hi.” You smiled. “Holy shit.”

“You good?”

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“Good.” He muttered as he rolled so he was now sitting up straddling your pelvis, but he wasn’t crushing you, he took extra care to make sure he wasn't putting any weight on you. “Cause that was only one.”

“What?”

He pouted at your shocked expression. “Remember? I told you, I was going to make you cum until you were crying for me to stop. You’re not crying yet baby.”

“Fuck.” You chuckled as you closed your eyes again.

“Such language from such a pretty little thing.” He tutted as ran his finger tip down to your nipples again, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger before he leaned down to suck one into his mouth, his thumb rubbing circles on the other. He looked up through his lashes at you with a wicked smile on his face as he let go of your nipple with a pop. “Now, let's see how many I can get out of you.”

Five. No six. No… You didn’t remember. By the time you practically screamed your safeword at him he had gone to town on you. Your neck and chest were covered in hickeys, nipples sore and throbbing from all the licking, biting, and pinching he had put them through, you could still feel his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside you making your walls clench. Your thighs are red and stingy from the slaps he gave you when you moved your hands as he ate you out. His sharp "Where should your hands be?" A not so gentle reminder. At one point you had moaned so loudly that he had to cover your mouth with his hand to make sure you didn’t wake anyone up. You tried to get your breathing under control, your mind and body in a sleepy daze, your muscles twitching as you came down.

You whined and tried to squirm away from him as he ran a warm washcloth over your overstimulated cunt but he only shushed you gently muttering sweet nothings to you as he cleaned you up. You were so close to being asleep you barely registered it as he sat on the bed pulling you onto his lap so he could carefully unbuckled the cuffs around your wrists, tossing them on the dresser, and then unclasping your bra tossing that onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. Gently he started to massage the life back into your arms.

“You with me, pretty girl?”

Taking a deep breath you nodded your head, eyes heavy as you looked up at him. You could feel how hard he was against your back. “I’m here. Need me to take care of that?”

“Hmm?” He asked as he moved his hands up to massage your biceps and shoulders.

“You have a hard on. I can take care of it for you.”

"Nah, you're okay sweetheart. Tonight was about you anyway, I can deal with a boner. I haven’t died from one yet." He laughed as he pulled you close so your back was up against his warm chest as he leaned back on his pillows that he had propped up against the metal headboard. Leaning over he grabbed the little bottle of gatorade that he placed on the nightstand along with some fruit snacks before he cleaned you up. Cracking it open he brought it to your lips. “Drink this for me okay? You did so good. So proud of you for using your safeword.”

You hummed at the praise as you settled into his lap. You took the bottle from him in your shaky hand taking small sips of the cool liquid.

“So what did you think?” Eddie asked as he nuzzled his face into your neck leaving little kisses, his arms winding themselves around your torso. “Too much?”

Chuckling, you shook your head lightly as you sipped more of your drink. “No, it was great. Everything I wanted it to be.”

“I didn’t scare you?”

“Not even once.” You muttered lifting your hand up to play with his hair. It had fallen out a bit while you were playing.

“Good.” He smiled as he looked over at his clock. “Damn, it’s almost six in the morning.”

“Holy shit.” You said looking up at the clock as well before looking up over your shoulder at him. “Should I crash in a guest room?’

“Absolutely not.” He said with a shake of his head. “You’re stayin’ right here where I can keep an eye on you. Don’t want you dropping.”

“Dropping?”

“Sub drop.” Eddie said, grabbing a pack of fruit snacks from his nightstand. Ripping it open he held it out to you watching as you started to snack on them, the hand not holding the bag rubbed up and down your arm. “It happens sometimes after an intense scene. You got so many feel-good hormones goin’ on in your body that when you even out and feel normal again you can slip into a depression when all the euphoric feelings are gone. I don’t want you to be alone right now. So you’re staying right here with me.”

“Okay,” You nodded as a yawn made your jaw crack.

“Sleepy girl.” He smiled down at you. “I wore you out.”

In almost no time you finished the fruit snacks and the gatorade and once again found yourself in Eddie’s Iron Maiden shirt. When he brought it upstairs you have no idea but it was comfortable and familiar. You used the restroom and opened the door so you could both brush your teeth. You took a moment to poke him in the side with a small laugh when you realized he kept the brush you used the other morning in a cup next to his on the bathroom counter. He just winked at you.

Soon you were crawling onto the bed, flopping down in a very unladylike manner onto the pillows as a wave of tiredness hit you. You stretched groaning at your tense muscles and you watched Eddie as he got ready for bed. He pulled off the open button up completely, tossing it on the floor before working on his pants leaving him in just his boxers, you licked your lips at the sight. Pulling the hair tie from his hair he pulled the blankets back and got comfortable.

“Come here you.” Eddie muttered as he tucked the both of you into his bed, his arms open in invitation and you took no time in cuddling up to him, your head on his chest, his heartbeat in your ear. His arm went around your shoulders pulling you close. You decided right then that you were not going to fix anything with Peter. There was no way in hell that you would. Not when you could have Eddie.

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toodrasticallydumb · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Oh! Hello! I was tagged by @pinkytoothlesso11 ! Thanks for thinking of me pinky! I’m kinda new to the whole fanfic scene so i really appreciate it! This was already a long list of questions to begin with but i fear i may have made it worse…

OH WELL HAVE FUN SPORT :}>

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Unfortunately just 2, though I do plan to add a few more in the future as ideas flow. Might take me a minute ‘cause my schedule is just a little bit kinda sorta really swamped down with my main child which requires let me you, A LOT OF CARE DONT SIGN UP TO ADOPT KIDS PEOPLE IT’S NOT—

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Phew. ummmm it changes very rapidly (because i’m a girl w suspected adhd and can NEVER be told to shut up) with every chapter but as of this moment is 228,665! wow! i don’t really know how great of a number that is but i’m sure it’s a lot! I told you I can never shut up! (-whispers- Hey kid, u want some dRuGs? i mean- an update? That itty bitty word count is about to take another not regularly scheduled mini-skyrocket so get ready for it ehehe ;})

3. What fandoms do you write for?

For now, just Trollhunters/Tales of Arcadia, mainly Trollhunters despite the fact that the first of the Tales of Arcadia shows that i watched and really enjoyed was actually 3-Below, but oh well my man is in Trollhunters sooooo oopsie but i DO have some random snippets of fics for Miraculous (rewrite), the Star Wars sequels (rewrite), Batman, some for the Dream SMP, and weirdly enough also Raya and the Last Dragon (rewrite). All of which i prolly wont ever post because i wrote them a while ago and yeaaaahhh not my best writing but if i get enough people other than my best friend wanting me to post them, i might…

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

uhhhh i dont actually HAVE five fics to my name, so i’ll just…put em in order (w their long-ahh title names):

Trollhunter!Strickler: Destiny's Ill-fitted Chosen

'A MiStAkE' because I haven't updated in ages--A Stricklake month 2023 prompt collection

but i am so happy for the people who have left so many kudos on my work it really warms mah little heart ❤️

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. At first, I sorta struggled with it (who the heck am i kidding i STILL do) but since my fic USED to be two times a week updates i would feel like i couldn’t respond to a comment left after i posted a new chapter so i might’ve left some comments in the earlier days unanswered, super sorry. Nowadays i make it a point to reply back to everyone in the order that they commented in because (anxiety makes me think if i don’t respond they won’t comment anymore and know that i love reading their comments and that they’re so amazing for actually taking the time to write something back AND I DO LOVE IT I PROMISE IT JUST TAKES ME A WHILE TO RESPOND—) …because it’s pretty chill to geek out w em and see they liked stuff that i loved to write! I do have a backlog of comments to get to i just end up overthinking everything to match the person’s energy to be sure they know i love em.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Unfortunately, i haven’t actually finished a fully-fledged fic to say it has the angstiest ending bUt definitely a contender would be chapter 1 of my 2023 Stricklake prompt collection because i just leave it on the sad note and don’t do anything about it because angst and because spoilers for my actual story fic that will eventually make it to that point.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Happiest ending, huh? I like to say that most of the things i will/have chosen to write end happy/hopeful because i hate when books/tv shows end bittersweetly it’s like i have enough with life itself being bittersweet most of the time let me be happy LET THEM BE HAPPY. But that doesn’t exclude me from providing the proper banquet of angst that ends in caretaking, my absolute favorite trope.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Oh heck no. I would be devastated honestly, but thankfully everyone who comments is always the sweetest and kindest people ever and really encourage me to keep going, for that i am only thankful.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. Just no. I love romance but i am a minor, so i’ve never consumed smut nor intend to ever write it. Give me a soft romance and loving gestures, I can allude to greater happenings but not details.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don’t, sorry. I don’t know something in me just doesn’t sit well with crossovers, for the life of me I don’t know why. Like genuinely i wish i could get into them but maybe it’s like food on a plate? i don’t like the foods touching each other so maybe the same rules apply??? yeah i’m drasticallydumb

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that i know of, no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t believe so, and if someone did they’re in for a heck of a lot of work there…

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! I’d like to sometime but i have no idea how one even goes about making a co-written fic, on top of which i am a very sporadic person in terms of motivation and random ideas produced by a song i’m listening to while writing.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Stricklake obviously is a really big contender if not the winner, the ship that brought me to AO3, writing fanfics, and tumblr. But, if i had to pick other options i’d say Eugene and Repunzel from Tangled would be one of my ogs, another might be uhhh Chris and Aviva from Wild Kratts the og of the ogs.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Chapter 3 of my stricklake 2023 prompt collection, it just has a lot of moving parts and me and my best friend are chronic procrastinators and with the month pretty far gone it might just end up sittin’ there for the foreseeable future 😞 but who knows

16. What are your writing strengths?

Phew, that’s a dozy mainly because i’m not super sure. I’d like to think one of my main strengths is descriptions and really putting you in the mind of the character, i don’t really like spelling things out and i like a little investigating to get you where u end up, u know? I like to think my writing FEELS a little more like a show on a page rather than a true book, most to blame would be my maladaptive daydreaming taking up a lot of time in my planning for my writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ah. How the turn tables. I would say that my weaknesses in writing mostly consist of me going a little *too* far into detail on meaningless things or making it too convoluted for people to understand, sometimes spelling it out is better in certain scenarios and i just really need to get myself past that. Another one i would say is that i go REALLY into detail not only in a sentence/chapter sense but also a complete STORYLINE sense, i hate time skips and i shoot myself in the foot wanting to completely document every moment of everyday w a character and hence it seems like a lot of time in universe hasn’t gone by. Trying to improve and grow tho 💪

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Can’t wait to do more of it! Especially with Claire and her family (including NotEnrique) speaking spanglish w each other automatically mainly because i am hispanic and completely fluent in Spanish and live in a similar household so i just love to add a little ✨personalization✨ to my dialogue and interactions in that way. Other languages………….yeaaaahhh i’m not super good will prolly use google translate and hope.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Trollhunters, my gateway into AO3. HOWEVER. if you promise not to tell, the very first fandom i read/wanted to write a fanfic for was actually, as far as i can tell, Wordgirl. don’t ask why. don’t ask me how. it just kinda happened. But, officially, it’s Trollhunters. (maybe with a side of Warrior Cats).

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Not hard at all! My pride and joy, my youngest baby in the grand scheme of my writing journey, Trollhunter!Strickler: Destiny's Ill-fitted Chosen! A surprise to absolutely NO ONE. It’s honestly so amazing to both write and see people read and enjoy as much as I do, he’s my little man ❤️ And doing so much rewriting and character growth and having so much written and planned for the future, it’s just my absolute fav

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welcometojackass2022 · 2 years

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Suck It And See (Sub!Chris Raab/Raab Himself x Reader) [Smut]

Here’s that late 90s Raab mommy kink smut y’all ordered! Plenty of mommy kink, sub Raab, titty sucking, all that good stuff. Usually I try to add some plot but for this one I just made it about the smut. That’s what we’re here for! This one is a little short, since it’s mainly just about mommy kink. Also this isn’t full-on sex, it’s titty sucking during a handjob and then you blowing Raab. This is around 1998 or 1999, when the first CKY video was still being filmed. Also, the title is obviously based off of the Arctic Monkeys song of the same name. The story itself doesn’t have anything to do with the song but it’s really good, definitely listen to it if you haven’t.

Description: You and Chris are hanging out with Bam, Ryan, Dico and Rake at Bam’s house. Bam and the others leave to go get some prank stuff from the store, leaving you and Raab with plenty of time to spend alone together…this all leads to Raab sucking your titties and calling you mommy. Literally this is just smut. Not much to describe.

Warnings: Smut, Sub/Dom dynamics, Sub boy Dom girl, Mommy Kink (no age play!), Cursing, Raab sucks your tits and is super submissive, Praise Kink, Basically Raab sucks your tits while you jerk him off and then you blow him so no vaginal sex here, just oral sex, y’all fuck in Bam’s room which is kinda nasty tbh but whatever

@asskickedbygirl tagging you as always

“You guys better not fuck each other on my bed while we’re gone.” Bam flashed you and Raab a warning look as he stuffed his car keys and wallet into the pockets of his baggy pants, gesturing to his bed that the two of you were sitting on. Dico, who was already halfway out the door, poked his head back in with a grin. “You guys should fuck on his bed, and you should use his pillowcases to clean up afterwards.” Ryan smirked, Rake burst out laughing, and Bam threw an empty cup at Dico, who ducked out of the room with a laugh. “Don’t use my fucking pillowcases to clean up your cum. Actually, don’t cum at all. Don’t have any sex in or around my bed. Got it?” You rolled your eyes at Bam, leaning back against his pillows with your arm lazily draped around Raab’s shoulder. “We weren’t planning on it, you perv. Stop thinking about us having sex and go buy those whoopie cushions or whatever dumb shit you said you were getting.” Bam shot you a look of annoyance and walked out without another word, Rake following behind him and casually waving to the two of you. “See you guys later.” Dico, Bam, and Rake had all decided to go into town to get some prank stuff for the CKY movie that Bam was making; you and Raab didn’t feel like going and Ryan just wanted to take a nap, so the three of you had decided to stay back at Bam’s house and wait for the other three to come back. After the three men left, Ryan rubbed his eyes and walked over to the door to head down to the living room for a nap, shooting the two of you a knowing look as he started to leave.

“If you guys do fuck in here, try to keep it quiet so I can sleep. I won’t tell him you guys fucked as long as you promise not to tell him I took $10 from his wallet before he left.” You laughed, and Ryan left with a grin, closing the door behind him as he did. You looked down at Raab, who was leaning his head against your shoulder with a cute little grin on his face. “You’re awfully quiet, baby. Anything on your mind?” Raab shook his head, his face going slightly red as his grin widened. “No, ma’am.” You raised your eyebrows, smiling at the term of respect. “Ma’am? Wow, you’re really on your best behavior today, aren’t you? I like hearing you call me that. You know what else I like hearing you call me?” You leaned over to kiss him, and when you pulled away, his face was super red as he gave you a quizzical look. “What?” You grinned. “Mommy.” Raab’s breathing went heavy, a bulge instantly forming in his jeans, and you leaned in to kiss him again, sliding one of your hands down to palm at the bulge. He moaned softly against your lips, gently bucking his hips up against your hand, and you just barely pulled away to give him a suggestive look. “What do you say, sweetie? You wanna call me mommy while I play with your cute little cock?” You palmed his cock again, smiling when a high-pitched whine left his mouth, and he nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.” You raised your eyebrows. “Yes what?” Raab’s cock hardened even more under your touch, and he whimpered softly. “Yes, mommy.”

You smiled. “Good boy. Here, baby, let’s get these tight jeans off, your poor little cock must feel so constrained.” You unbuttoned his fly, and his eyes widened, a nervous look on his face. “Are you sure we should do it in here? Bam said he didn’t want us to fuck on his bed, you know how he gets when he’s pissed off.” You laughed, pulling Raab’s zipper down and helping him tug his jeans down so they were around his knees. “Exactly, he said we couldn’t fuck on his bed. So we won’t! We’ll just do other things instead. I mean, me touching your cock doesn’t count as fucking, right?” You gently rubbed Raab’s bulge through his boxers, and he smiled as he caught on to your clever plan. “Right, right.” He leaned his head back against the pillows, mouth falling open in pleasure as you massaged his clothed cock, and you stuck your free hand up his shirt, running your fingers over his flat belly and smooth chest as you leaned in to kiss him again. A small wet spot was starting to form in his boxers from precum, and Raab pulled away from the kiss with a worried look. “Can you pull my boxers off, please? I’m gonna have to put them back on after this and I don’t want them to get too messy.” You smiled. “Of course, baby, how could I say no when you ask so nicely? Come here.” You pulled him closer, motioning for him to lift his hips up so you could pull his boxers down to his knees like his jeans were, allowing his hard, eager cock to slap against his belly. You admired it as you wrapped your hand around the base, grinning at the flustered look on Raab’s cock. “You’ve got the prettiest cock, baby.” He did. It was a nice pink color, about average length with a slight upward curve and a good thickness to it.

Raab blushed. “Thank you, mommy.” You smiled, teasingly swiping your palm over the bright pink head, and he groaned softly, throwing his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut. You leaned over to spit on the head of his cock, slightly exposing your cleavage as you did so, and when Raab opened his eyes, his gaze immediately went to your boobs, a soft moan falling from his lips. You looked up, following his eyes down to your cleavage, and you grinned. “Aw, you wanna suck my titties? I can jerk you off while you do it, if you want, sweetie.” He nodded eagerly, his cock jerking in your hand, and you pulled your breasts out of your shirt, pressing one of your hands against the headboard of the bed to steady yourself as you leaned over him, gently guiding your nipple to his mouth as you continued to play with his cock with your free hand. Raab eagerly took your nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it before gently sucking on it, his eyelashes fluttering shut from how relaxed he was. You admired the pretty look on his face, rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock and pumping his shaft in your hand at a steady pace. Raab’s hands flew up to grab at your hips, his grip tightening just slightly every time you touched the head of his cock. You brought your hand back up to spit into it, bringing it back down to jerk his shaft at a much faster pace than before, and his eyes snapped open in shock, a moan leaving his lips as he briefly released your nipple from his mouth. You smiled. “You like that, baby?” He nodded, hips stuttering up against your grip on his cock. “It feels so good, mommy, thank you.”

You cooed over him, gently pushing on the back of his head to guide his mouth back onto your nipple. “Of course, baby, you deserve it for being such a good boy for me.” You stroked his hair, watching him suck eagerly on your breast with half-lidded eyes, his lips gently pulling on your nipple as he looked up at you sweetly. His cock lay hard and heavy against his thigh, slightly red from how close he was to cumming, and you apologetically reached your hand down to stroke the underside, realizing you’d temporarily let go of his cock to play with his hair. Raab’s tummy jerked at the contact, and he moaned against your nipple; he was already starting to drool from how much he was focusing on sucking your nipple, and his mouth made a slick ‘pop’ sound as he pulled away from your nipple with a whine. “I’m so close to cumming, mommy, can I cum in your mouth please?” You ran your thumb over his tip again, smiling when he shivered at the touch. “You want me to suck your cock, baby?” He nodded, and you moved away from him, putting your breast back into your shirt and stroking his face. “I absolutely will, sweetie, but I need you to be a good boy and beg me for it, okay? Can you do that?” Raab nodded, grabbing at the hem of your shirt in desperation, his lips red and shiny from sucking on your tits and his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Please, please, please use your mouth on my cock, mommy? I’m so close to cumming and it would feel so good, I promise I’ll be a good boy for you, just please suck my little cock.”

You smiled, satisfied. “You’re such a good boy for me, baby, of course I’ll let you cum in my mouth. Here, lean back against the pillows for me and I’ll take care of you.” Raab did as you asked, a look of excitement on his face as he laid back against the pillows with his cute little cock hard against his belly. You leaned down, licking a stripe up the underside of his shaft and then swirling your tongue around the tip and over his slit, lapping up beads of precum from the tip; Raab whimpered at the feeling, his cock starting to twitch, and you could tell that he probably wasn’t going to last very long. You engulfed his entire shaft in your mouth, using one of your free hands to play with his balls as your saliva dripped down to make them slicker, and then slurped on his shaft, sucking with enough force to elicit a series of whines and moans from his mouth as his hands moved down to rest on your head; he knew better than to pull your hair, but he clearly needed something to hold onto to keep him steady. You pulled off of his cock and licked another stripe up the underside, peppering kisses up the shaft and then taking it back into your mouth to suck on it with as much force as you could, flicking your tongue over the slit with the entire thing still in your mouth. Raab moaned loudly, throwing his head back against the pillow as his hips began thrusting up uncontrollably, his mind going blank as he became desperate for an orgasm. “Fuck, mommy, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum in your mouth, fuck it feels so good—” You slurped on his cock one more time, just hard enough to finally bring him to orgasm; he moaned loudly, blowing his load into your mouth as his body writhed against the bedsheets in pure pleasure.

You swallowed his cum, gently releasing his cock from your mouth and kissing the head of it one more time before letting it rest limply on his thigh, where you also laid your head down to catch your breath. Raab collapsed exhaustedly against the bed, breathing heavily with his eyes closed as he came down from his orgasm, and you admired the peaceful look of his face, moving your hand up to gently wipe the saliva off his lips and to smooth down his mussed-up hair. “How was that, sweetie?” He opened his eyes to flash you a toothy grin. “Really good, thank you mommy.” You smiled. “Good. You’re always such a good boy for me, baby, you deserved that. When we get home tonight I’ll let you pay me back with your cute little mouth, okay?” He nodded, eyes lighting up with excitement at the suggestion, and then he sat up, pulling his boxers and pants back up and smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes and in Bam’s comforter. “I don’t think we made a mess, right?” You examined the bed and nodded. “Don’t think so. And anyway, it’s not like we broke Bam’s rule. Blowjobs and tit sucking aren’t the same thing as actually having sex, so we followed his rules just fine.” Raab laughed his familiarly goofy laugh, and you sat down beside him on the bed, pulling him close to you for a cuddle session as the two of you laid back against the pillows. You frowned. “Ah shit.” Raab looked up at you in concern. “What’s the matter?” You shook your head with a laugh. “I just realized, we totally should have wiped your cum off on Bam’s pillowcase like Dico said.” Raab grinned. “Next time?” You laughed, cuddling him. “Next time.”

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