#all they gotta do is crawl into each other's skin now
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tw// cursing, yelling, long stints of fighting, Kiyoomi is a little toxic, blood, patching up injuries, broken noses, ANGST- please be safe friends ❤️
I talk a lot about Kiyoomi being an amazing sport about your clinginess, your closeness, and your affections, right?
But what about when he's not?
What happens when the one day you try to crawl into his skin, spilling your head over his shoulder and squeezing him tightly, peppering kisses over the side of his face and jawline, and when he asks you to please stop, you don’t.
“You’re just too yummy,” you say happily. You bite his ear, “this is your tax.”
He shrugs you off sharply, “I’m not paying the tax today.”
You stumble back slightly, regaining your footing and taking a step back from him. “I’m sorry… bad day?”
Bad day. Yeah. It was. He can’t fathom how bad today was, how every time he said anything, Miya was right in his ear simply talking, sending shivers of annoyance to course through kiyoomi’s veins. How Bokuto accidentally almost hit the ball straight to his face, his own intensity almost causing Kiyoomi the season. How meian benched him for being too intense, too much and needing to ‘cool off’ with every spike and scowl kiyoomi flails to the other side of the court. How the threats of sending him home for his attitude started, causing Kiyoomi to shut his mouth but white knuckle the rest of the day.
But kiyoomi doesn’t answer that like a normal person.
That would be too easy.
“Maybe I just don’t want you dangling off of me the second I walk in the door.”
His mind screams at him to shut up, but he can’t.
You take a deep breath in, “I didn’t know, I’m sorry. Usually you… you don’t mind-“
“Well maybe I should start minding.”
Shut up.
Your eyes hold betrayal as he spews his venomous words, your chest rising and falling as he balls his fists to try and ground himself.
“I’m sorry. I’ll think more about your feelings when I try to cuddle you.”
“What you do is not cuddling-“ the balled fist slams against the countertop. “It’s clinging. It’s suffocating. It’s ridiculous, and it’s obnoxious-“
“‘Yoomi-“
“And for the love of all that is fucking malevolent would you PLEASE STOP CALLING ME THAT!” He roars. “I gotta deal with it from FUCKING MIYA, now I have to deal with it at HOME FROM YOU?”
You don’t know why you do it. But you flinch.
He’s so loud, so in your face and so mean that it happens without you even knowing you did it, the only indication being that his face instantly drops and pales at the mere idea of you being so afraid of him you flinch.
He says nothing. He can’t. What could he say?
He quickly makes a dash to the door, grabbing the keys dangling from the hook and leaving right then and there, bile rising in his throat and chest swelling with disgust as your terrified face plays over and over, like a movie he can’t turn off because he’s the one who put it on.
He runs. He runs fast and far, down the street and over hills and across crosswalks that don’t permit him from crossing yet, trying to create distance between himself and the monster he was god knows how long ago.
He finds himself- somehow- at work, the bright lights of the arena snapping him back to reality that you’ve been alone for who knows how long, but at least long enough where he’s back at his physical job. On foot.
The gods give him the smallest semblance of mercy as Miya and Hinata are still together, setting and spiking away until their hands grow calloused, cheering with each successive spike sent hurdling to the floor.
Hinata notices the panting Kiyoomi first, his head cocking in concern. “Hey… thought you didn’t want to train with us?”
“You.” Kiyoomi’s dark eyes fall onto Miya, and without even processing the fact that he shouldn’t be doing this, he makes a blind dash at the blonde, who then instinctively runs the other way.
Hinata instinctively darts out of the way, “woah! What! Miya what’s going on!”
“I didn’t do anything!” The blonde whines. “Not this time! I swear!” Hinata scrambles into action, chasing after Kiyoomi who’s on another runners high as he chases his teammate around the linoleum floors of the volleyball court but is still no match for Hinata’s own speed.
Great for Miya Atsumu. Terrible for sakusa Kiyoomi.
Bulky arms wrap around Kiyoomi’s waist and immediately weights around him, slowing him down from skinning Miya alive, “no, sakusa! Enough!”
“I’ll kill him!” He barks at whoever will listen to his threat. “I’LL KILL YOU!” He points a finger at the blonde.
And Hinata’s not proud of it. Honest! But it’s what he had to do to stop his friends from mauling each other, and he trips Kiyoomi flat onto his face, a sickening crunch! under the squishing cartilage of nose and skull slamming into the floor. He lays there in defeat, panting softly into the floor and crying even quieter as his two teammates surround him.
He needed to cry. That’s it. Now that he’s crying, his salty tears mixing with the blood dribbling from his nose and the gash in his head, he feels better, he feels lighter and like he’s finally getting to express every fractal of emotion that surged through his veins all day in what is finally a healthy way.
It only cost you being uncomfortable around him.
He safely decides it’s not worth it.
“Sakusa,” Hinata begins. “What happened?”
“I was cruel,” he says, now wailing into the floor. “They flinched at me. I ruined everything. Again.”
He can’t tell from looking, but he practically feels the weight of understanding fall onto his teammates, a soft ‘ahhh,’ falling from Miya’s lips. He hears the squeak of shoes next to his head, and when his bloody face turns upward to see Miya Atsumu’s calm, non-judgmental features, he cries even harder, his tears mingling with blood as they fall to the floor.
“Go home, Kiyoomi.”
“I can’t. I shouldn’t.”
“Yes, you should,” Hinata interjects. “You need to be there. I don’t know what happened, or what Atsumu did to piss you off, but I know you want to sort this out.”
“I ran here,” Kiyoomi sniffles. His hand instinctively comes to wipe his nose, the taste of blood filling his throat once he’s finally able to see just the sheer amount he’s bleeding.
“YOU RAN HERE?!”
“I had to. I had to go somewhere.”
“I’ll take him home,” Miya sighs, calmly stepping away for a moment to grab his keys and bag. Hinata claps a large, comforting hand on Kiyoomi’s back, his own feet stepping away as Kiyoomi childishly stays on the floor, blood trickling onto his lips and down his chin. He’s gonna have a gash in his head for sure, maybe even a black eye, and he hopes you’re open to taking him to the hospital to get it clean.
The car ride back home is silent, save for the occasional sniffles coming from Kiyoomi and his pinched nose, stuffed with bloody toilet paper. Miya keeps his car surprisingly clean, it smells like pine and citrus and it cuts through the tension and pounding in kiyoomis head from the smell. He doesn’t know when, but Kiyoomi mumbles a soft “I’m sorry” at some point.
Miya chuckles, “you’re having a bad day. We all get those. You ain’t special.” It makes Kiyoomi chuckle softly, for the first time in what feels like days. When the car rolls up to your shared house, kiyoomi shakily gets out of the car, slamming the door closed and leaving Miya to drive off.
“Kiyoomi?”
“What?”
“You come at me like that again, I’ll give you another black eye.”
Kiyoomi chuckles and shakes his head at the blonde, “you’d never even get a shot in.” He rolls his shoulders, sniffles back a little bit more blood, and makes his way inside, shaky hands opening the door and stalking in like a zombie.
When he comes into your view, you’re quick to get on your feet, getting up to fuss over him.
“Fucks sake,” you gasp, cupping his cheeks and inspecting the dried blood over his face. “You leave for two hours and come back beaten up?”
“I fell.” Not really a lie.
“Yeah, don’t care,” you snap, grabbing his wrist and tugging him to the bathroom. “Let me clean you up. Is your nose broken?”
“Doesn’t feel like it.”
You groan and gently grab the bridge of his nose, and he whines and reels his head back petulantly out of pain. “Ow.”
“Yeah. Go to the doctors, Kiyoomi.”
Kiyoomi.
Shit.
“Please come with me?”
He sees you tense up as you grab a wet towel, pausing your movements and taking in a deep breath to calm down, “yeah. Yeah I’ll go.”
“Hold my hand when I’m scared?” He tries to joke.
You don’t laugh. You don’t say anything. You dab the blood from his lips and chin, careful of his nose and the bruising around his eye. “I don’t know where you fell but you’ve got a black eye blooming.”
He tucks his swollen lip into his teeth nervously, “I ran to Miya.”
“Osamu?”
“No. Atsumu.”
Your hand pauses again, “did he hit you?”
“No. He’d never.” Even if he did deserve a smack coming to him.
You roll your eyes and escort him out of the bathroom, “come on. I’ll drive.”
The drive to the hospital is silent.
The waiting room is silent between you both.
Sitting in the doctor’s office is silent, save for the crunching of his nose as his doctor recenters his nose and he whines in pain. You do squeeze his hand through the pain, even if he doesn’t deserve your kindness.
The ride home is silent.
Your walk to your bedroom is silent, and as Kiyoomi sets up a bed on the couch is silent.
The next few days are silent. Kiyoomi can’t play due to his nose, leaving him to merely watch on the sides with a protective splint covering the bone. At home, it’s no better, with you dodging his kisses and affections with no indications you’ll ever want them again.
He wonders, briefly, if this is it. You realize you’re too good for him, worth more than a man who plays volleyball and screams at people, you deserve the stars and moon and you’re not getting it from him.
Between losing you and volleyball, he hopes its punishment enough
He can’t take it anymore. He’s lost the two loves of his life in the span of four hours, over a stupid mistake he made his bed with.
It’s been four days; you haven’t said six words to him, and he doesn’t even bother trying to get affection from you, he knows better than that. But he’s yearning for you, and while he’d never force anything onto you, he just wants to know:
Is there anything worth salvaging? Or is it just an exhaustive task, one he already knows the answer to, and you’re just too kind to tell him in person?
He needs to find out.
“Smells good in here,” he says quietly, looking at you with optimistic eyes. You give him a shrug back and continue to dress the warm bread with garlic and butter. “What’re you making?”
“I… I uhm saw a thing online on how to make bread shaped like a frog,” you say, turning back to it quietly. “Thought it would be fun.”
“It’s cute.”
“Thanks.”
The room is quiet, and when Kiyoomi hesitantly leans in for a kiss, you turn away, not ready for his affections yet.
Maybe ever again.
“I would like to kiss you,” he says, pleadingly.
“I don’t want to kiss you.”
“That’s okay. Can I… can I hug you?”
At the idea of being trapped in his arms, you shake your head, pushing him away and trying to make some distance. He obeys, but as you continue to shove him, he suddenly tries to intervene
“Please, stop,” he chokes, grabbing your hands to still you.
“Stop what?” You ask, even though you know the answer. Your hands do stop shoving him, but you avoid his gaze intently.
He sighs shakily, “I love you. I love you and every part of you. I love when you try to get inside of my skin and take my socks off with your toes. I like when you pick my nose and tickle me because I hate it, I like it when you sniff me, please just love me again.
I was so agitated that day, and that wasn’t your fault, and now I’ve ruined us because I was cruel. But please,” he collapses to his knees and wraps his arms around your legs, “just love me again. You’re safe, and it’s okay. Please.”
You don’t return his emotion, having been hurt by showing it before has made the feeling sour. “Kiyoomi-“
“It’s ‘yoomi. What happened to yoomi, why won’t you call me that anymore?”
“You screamed it out of my vocabulary, in case you forgot,” you snap. He squeezes your legs tighter like a child. “You don’t get to keep doing this. You don’t get to decide one day to snap or tell me know about something I’m doing, then a few days later tell me you miss doing it. For fucks sake, I flinched!” He starts to tremble against your legs. “And now you tell me you want to go back to how it was! You’re out of your mind.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll try my hardest to be better for you. A better man. A better boyfriend.”
“There’s almost no way for you to be worse.”
This time, he lets you go and stands up. His eyes are swollen with tears, the dark irises even deeper from the reddening of his scleras. “So, what?” He begins, voice wobbly. “We’re just never going to show affection again? Be in loveless love? Is that my punishment?”
“It’s NOT THAT BLACK AND WHITE!” You yell, losing your composure for the first time that fight. Your hands come down to grip and smack the bread against the counter, ruining it and sending crumbs flying everywhere. You sigh and lazily throw it in the sink in defeat, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “You sincerely think I wouldnt love nothing more than to wrap MY arms around you, squish your cheeks in MY hands, crawl into YOUR lap and cuddle when you get home? You think I wanted to make bread shaped like a fucking frog for fun? NO! I’m doing it, because YOU told me YOU didn’t want me to DO THOSE THINGS!”
“I was wrong!” He yells back. “I’m sorry!”
“THAT DOESNT MEAN IT WAS STILL OKAY TO DO!”
The room is silent. Too silent. Theres a rattling of dishes that can be heard from your screams of agony, a cabinet creaks and somewhere away, the dryer dings to signal its contents to be done.
Kiyoomi takes a deep inhale in through his nose to keep himself grounded, and you watch with balled fists. “I want you to feel like you have space. You deserve that. But you also need to know you’re endgame for me. You’re the only one I want, the only one who makes me feel excited to wake up in the morning and slip into sleep at night. And if this is it for us, you need to know that you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”
You give him a sad, shaky sigh.
“I made a mistake. I made you feel unsafe in your own home. You never deserved that, never deserved that level of cruelty. Do you understand?”
“I think so,” you murmur.
“Do you need me to stay with Bokuto for a few nights?”
“No.”
“Do you need me to sleep on the couch?”
“…no… I don’t think so.”
He tears up at the idea you’re not completely upset with him, enough to sleep next to him in the same house. “What can I do to make you feel more comfortable?” He chews at his swollen lip, “I want to help you be comfortable around me again. Please.”
You gnaw at your lip as you process his words, and with a small shake of your head, you slowly, almost so slowly he doesn’t see it, slink towards him, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. When his arms loosely slither around your waist, you tighten, but you don’t stop him.
It feels foreign, but so right at the same time. His swirling head is finally stilled. The demons stop their bark as you bury your face in his chest, sniffling softy in the fabric.
“Last time you left,” you begin. “You came home with a black eye from Miya. I’d hate to see what happens if you come home from Bokuto’s.”
“Okay, hold on, it was not from Miya.”
The change in tone has you laughing in his arms, and he tries to keep cool and not immediately pull you into a spine crushing hug that’ll spook you away from him again. He can’t help himself though, from rubbing his face against you and taking inhales of your scent, the shrieking and howling in his mind finally going quiet at the contact of you.
“Kiyoomi?”
“Yeah?”
“You ever talk to me like that again, I’ll give you another black eye.”
He chuckles and does, finally, squeeze you tighter, “I don’t blame you for a second.”
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𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕌𝕡
relationships: afab!Aventurine x amab!gn!Reader
summary: Fucking Aventurine in his boss form
cw: oral (Aventurine receiving), face sitting, face fucking(a bit), cum eating (Reader), piv, creampie and a bit of aftercare. Ratio mention at the end too i guess?
a/n: I wanted to get this done before his banner but oh well. This was a bit of a challenge to finish since I haven't written smut in over a year lol
wc: 3k
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“Keeping your mask on?”
After having begged your boyfriend for hours on end, he finally gave into your whims. Ever since you got a peek at his alternate form (you weren’t even aware he had one!) you couldn’t get it out of your mind…
“Of course, you wanted to see me like this right? Gotta enjoy the whole package.” He says while sitting on your lap facing towards you. He has his arms wrapped around your neck, his coat and hat long forgotten on the couch so you could better slot into each other’s bodies while cuddling.
It was really fascinating how different he was in this form. Sure, he was still your same old lovely boyfriend, but with a more confident vibe (if that was even possible). You find it adorable how even his voice, now muffled by the mask, sounds a little different, more gruff, and yet so familiar.
“Mmm, but I miss your face.” You say with a fake pout, he finds your exaggeration amusing. You supposed you did ask for the whole package and the whole package is what you shall get. Wrapping your hands around his waist you pull him closer, your chests now touching. This moment felt all too perfect to you. Burying your face in his neck you let out a content hum, Aventurine finds the subtle buzzing on his skin almost therapeutic. However, he was getting a little curious on why you were so infatuated with this look.
“I’m starting to think you like this version of me better.” He says teasingly. You reluctantly pull away from the comfort of his neck to look at him.
“Of course not, I love both versions equally.” The black and turquoise mask stares at you and you could almost feel the deadpanned look he was giving you through it.
“If you had to pick, which one?”
“Are you telling me to choose between you and…yourself?” You ask with a small laugh.
“You know what I mean.”
“No, no I don’t.” He sighs at your reply. Why did you have to be so difficult?
“What do you like so much about this anyway?” Aventurine himself didn’t see anything special about this outfit, afterall, that’s all it was. The cornerstone had nothing to do with the way he looked. He put so much time and effort into meticulously piecing together this outfit that he almost looked offended when you suggested it was the cornerstone doing all the work.
“Hmm, well. Your everyday outfit is more on the cute and handsome side I’d say, while this…it’s more…” You trail off, unsure how to finish the sentence without looking too desperate.
“Flamboyant? Flashy? Extravagant?”
“...sexy.” He has to do a double take because what did you just say? Did he hear that right? You’re really embarrassed to have admitted it but he’s not letting you off the hook.
“Oh-ho? Why so?” You feel really flustered now so you bury your face in his shoulder.
“Just that it really uh…” You pause, trying to word this the best way possible. “Accentuates you.” Aventurine leans back with his hands resting on your thighs behind him to give you a better view of his body. Your hands still rest on his hips.
“What part of me?” When you don’t reply he continues. “Aw, suddenly shy, are you?”
“Well, I can’t just say ‘your ass looks so plump I need to eat you out’ now can I?” He barks out a laugh and leans into you.
He places his hands over yours and guides them down to his ass and you give it a little squeeze, drawing out a soft sigh out of him. “Well? What are you waiting for?” You don’t think twice before sliding down to lie on your back as Aventurine crawls up to you and sits on your chest with his thighs on either side of your head. You feel the gold plating on his legs poke at your cheeks a little but you pay it no mind.
“Does this thing have a zipper…?”
“No need.” He uses his sharp claw like nails to tear an opening right where his hole is. Hot.
“Might wanna keep those away from my face haha…”
“Why? Scared- ahh~!” He sucks in a shaky breath when he feels you run your thumb over his slit.
“Me? Never.” You lick his slick off your fingers, taunting him. Aventurine shudders as he clenches around nothing in anticipation, he feels so empty all of a sudden, his desire to be ravaged by you taking priority over all else. Carefully he supports himself on his knees and positions himself in front of your face, his legs start to tremble at the feeling of your hot breath right on his entrance. Aventurine takes your words to mind and so instead of having his fingers tangled in your hair, he resorts to resting them against the wall in front of him.
You haven’t even started yet and he’s already putty in your hands. Just the thought of you eating him out was enough to get him so incredibly wet. You take the time to savor the view for a while, just Aventurine practically sitting on your face and his hips twitching in excitement. His face may be hidden behind his mask but you could almost imagine the lewd expression he’d have on him when you shove your face between his legs. Mouth slightly agape as soft moans spill out of them and eyes so hazy and clouded in pleasure you’d wonder if he could even see. Guess you had to just make do and use your imagination for today.
“ooHh! mMm-hgnHn…!” Aventurine whimpers, desperately trying to steady himself against the wall right as you start licking his slit and oh he felt so close to losing his mind. He for one was very glad he still had his mask on. It was embarrassing enough to be moaning so much at the slightest touch, but if he had to make eye contact as well, he might just evaporate on the spot.
Your hot tongue laps at his hole like someone who’s been starving for days, and with how sweet he tasted you might as well have been. With the way Aventurine bucked his hips into your face in desperation, it didn’t take long for his delicious juices to start dribbling down your chin. The blonde was in such a daze he didn’t even realize that he’d started moving his hips until you placed a firm grip on them to stop him.
“Try not to move M’kay? I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” And with that you slowly start to push your tongue inside him. Aventurine stutters out a loud moan at the sensation, your thick, hot tongue spreading him open and plunging inside him repeatedly. You made sure to give some attention to his clit as well by fondling it with your thumb, alternating between pressing the sensitive nub and rubbing circles around it.
All the attention you’re giving him keeps dragging out moan after moan from the pretty blond. His whole body twitches in pleasure at your greedy caresses, knees going so weak that he’s scared he might suffocate you if he went any lower. Desperately he claws at the wall he tries to keep his legs steady, his nails leaving large scratch marks on the surface that you’ll deal with later. Seeing as he was struggling to hold himself up you tug at his waist.
“Sit.” He hesitates so you nudge his thighs apart to urge him on. “What? You won’t kill me.” Reluctantly he spreads his legs a bit more and lowers himself on your face. In this position you seem to have better reach. Not stopping for a second you continue to repeatedly push your tongue into his warm hole.
Feeling so close to cumming, Aventurine puts his hand on your head and you have to remind to be careful. You’re not sure if he heard you since he starts mindlessly rutting into your face again. This time though you just let him do as he pleases, it was clear he couldn’t focus on anything outside of the pleasure he’s feeling. You felt the gold plates on his thighs scrape your cheeks slightly but choose to ignore it.
“AhhH-nGh! so c-close…ha…please, don’t stop, please please pleasepleaseplase-” He blabbers on shamelessly into his mask. It only takes a few more licks of your tongue to make him cum as he presses his pussy flush against your face. Arching his back he lets out a loud moan as the orgasm hits him, nearly going cross eyed at the waves of pleasure flowing through his body.
Panting heavily, Aventurine slowly comes down from his high. You support his thighs as he lowers himself to sit on your chest. He haphazardly tosses his mask to the side to breathe more easily and catch his breath. You were happy to be able to finally see his face and you admired his puffy lips, the way his hole pulsed as the orgasm slowly wore off was tantalizing..
“Ha..ha, hng…Is that all?” Your eyes shoot up to meet his own at the taunt. “Come on, I got all dressed up just for you.” Raising his knees he displays his wet cut to you. What an invitation, how could you ever refuse?
“I was just waiting for you to recover, but since you insist-” You quickly roll over so you’re on top of him, arms holding him down and your clothed bulge pressing up against his needy hole. “I’m sure I won’t have to prep you, right?” Aventurine shudders at the sudden change in your demeanor, he found it really hot whenever you took charge. Something about being taken by someone larger than him really hit all the right spots. He tries to wrap his hands around your neck but you grab his writ to stop him. “Turn around, I don’t want you shredding my back to ribbons.” He just gives you a cheeky grin.
“Why? I thought you weren’t scared-” Not letting him finish you flip him over and press his face into the mattress, he lets out a whimper at being manhandled by you. Just thinking of what you were going to do to him made him wet.
Not wasting a second more you quickly undo your pants and take your shaft out. Then slowly you line yourself up with his hole, making sure to rub your tip along his slit and coat your length in his wetness, he sighs at the feeling, just wanting you to fuck him already. You deliberately take it slow anyway, knowing with how little patience he had you’d soon hear him complain. Just as you thought, you felt him push back into you, desperate to be filled up. “Hurry-” you immediately shove your full length into him.
Aventurine lets out a loud moan as you suddenly stuff him to the brim, he swore he could see stars dance across his eyes at the sudden intrusion. He felt so full, but you don’t give him time to adjust and start hammering away at his pussy. Still wet from you eating him out, there’s barely any friction as you slam into him. The sound of skin slapping and loud whorish moans echo around the room as your hips continue to snap against his ass. You lean down over his figure and press down on his body, the new angle allowing your dick to penetrate deeper. He lets out a gargled moan at the new feeling. “You like that?” He shudders at your husky voice right beside his ears.
The way you push him down into the mattress, face buried in the sheets as you fuck him from behind. The amount of pleasure he was feeling was so overwhelming that he couldn’t think of anything else but the way your length stretches him out. No matter how many times you’ve had sex he could never get used to your quick hard thrusts. Every time you have him on his stomach it inevitably leads to you rutting into him like an animal. He just looked so cute in this position every time, face down, ass up, all spread out just waiting for you to devour him.
You admire the way his ass jiggles every time you plunge into him, the black fabric wrinkling with each of your thrusts, slowly getting damp around the edges as it gets covered in your sweat and cum. Aventurine claws at the sheets as he feels himself getting closer, his nails ripping away at the fabric trying to hold onto something. You felt yourself getting close too, and the way he kept clenching around you definitely wasn’t helping.
You thrust into him one last time and fill him up, your hot load filling him up so well. Just the feeling of being stuffed itself is enough to push him over the edge as well. The blond cums with a muffled moan covered by the mattress as he creams around your length, his vision goes blank for a second with how immensely good it felt.
It takes a while for you to calm down, so you stay there in that position, you buried deep inside him, just for a few more minutes. Once you’re done regaining your composure you slowly pull out of him and he whines at the loss of the warmth. You take in the view of your cum oozing out of his cunt, and you had half the mind to just fuck it back into him but you let it slide, maybe some other day. Aventurine rolls over on his back, letting out steady gasps trying to catch his breath.
But you weren’t done yet. “Let me clean you up.” All he could muster was a small ‘huh?’ before your mouth is on his pussy. Aventurine arches his back mewls as you lick up all the cum leaking out of his still sensitive hole. He twitches and writhes under you at the overstimulation, hands gripping at the torn sheets to steady himself and legs sliding against the mattress. Luckily you’re done before he has a chance to crush your head with his thighs, a prospect that would normally be appealing but with the new armor on him you didn’t fancy the idea too much. You lift yourself up to his face again.
Aventurine just stares at you in a daze, small pants escaping through his mouth, still not having fully recovered from his second orgasm. But when you kiss him he doesn’t pull away. He moans into the kiss as your tongues slide against each other, a mixture of both your cum and his slick still lingering in your mouths. He slides his hand over your back to hold you closer but accidentally scratches you making you pull away from his lips as you wince at the small nick.
“Careful…” He gives you an apologetic look. “Why do you even have those? They don’t seem to be serving any purpose” That made him perk up all of a sudden.
“It’s called fashion.” He says with an exaggerated posh accent. “It doesn’t need a purpose, as long as it looks cool.” You laugh but you had to admit, it did look really cool. You loved this, just lying next to each other, talking about random things, just being so open with each other. You brush a small strand of hair aside and place a kiss on his nose, you loved him so much.
“I feel so sticky and disgusting...” Aventurine suddenly laments.
“Cute, sticky and disgusting.” You correct him. He just scoffs at your comment and asks you to help him undress.
“There’s a zipper up here.” He points to his upper back. And you start unzipping it. “One in the front too, but they’re small, so it’ll be a tight squeeze.” He handles the one in the front.
“No other zips then?” He hums in agreement as he struggles to remove his sleeves. “So, kinda like a wetsuit.” Interesting. “Where does the cornerstone go?”
“Oh I just absorb it, and” He points to the teal upside down heart on his chest. “This starts glowing.”
“Absorb it like…into your bloodstream…?” He gives you an amused look at your absurd take.
“Not exactly…? I’m not sure where it goes but it’s definitely inside me.” He finally manages to yank off the top part and you can’t help but stare at his bare chest. Aventurine catches you in the act and laughs.
“You should look at yourself right now, your cheeks are bright red.” He brushes his hand against your face but you grimace. “Did that…hurt?”
“Just a little…?” Even you’re confused now. He takes a closer look at your face and notices the small reddish bumps forming on your cheek and it hits him. He did this, the sharp ornaments on his outfit, they hurt you, he hurt you.
“I’m so sorry I-”
“Don’t.” You cut him off. “I’m the one who asked you to get all dolled up for me.” Taking his hand in yours you place a small reassuring kiss to his palm. “And I loved it, wouldn’t have done it any other way.”
“But you’re hurt, I..I hurt you.” Really, he worried too much.
“They’re no different than hickeys, now are they?”
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“I suppose at the end of the-” You stop in your tracks. “Everything alright? You’ve been staring at me an awful lot, Ratio.” He really was. You were just sharing a funny story from last week but the doctor just kept looking at you as if you had a brick for a face.
“How are you lately?” He asks tentatively. “Has anyone been causing you any trouble?” OK, that’s definitely an odd question.
“No…? Why do you ask?”
“I was merely curious, seeing as you seem to acquire a new band aid every time we meet.” He points to the new one you put on today on your neck. Oh. You had completely forgotten about that.
For every day after that fateful night you’d find a new tiny scratch on you. Be it on your back, shoulders or neck, you swore you even had a few on your thighs (how??). Every time you did find one you’d go to Aventurine immediately and report it to him in amusement. Almost like a Look! We fucked so nasty I can still feel it! They were all tiny scratches but still really itchy, so you kept adding a band aid over each one just to alleviate the discomfort.
Ratio clears his throat to drag you out of your thoughts, you completely forgot he was there for a second..
“Oh that, it’s just ….heh, uh…” The bashful look on your face is enough for Ratio to get the gist of it. His face immediately scrunches up as if he’d just taken a generous bite out of a lemon.
“Ugh, please spare me the details. And to think I worried for you.”
a/n: I think it should be mandatory to have Ratio in any Aventurine fics and vice versa, even if it's for a small gag at the end.
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Summary: they seem to prefer their hunter friend more than you and you're tired and hurt about it
Warnings: angst, open ending(?. The reader is not MC, if that makes sense.
Characters: Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel x reader (separately)
a/n: feeling angsty tonight. Hope you enjoy my first post!
Classification: scenarios
Rafayel
"Haaah." What a big sigh. "I miss my bodyguard..."
Was that something you could say in front of your girlfriend? You flushed to the tip of your ears. Shame ran through your body with a chill that made your skin crawl. You left the fork on the plate, and the sound made Rafayel turn around to look at you. His eyes soon saw the color on your face and he gasped, suddenly realizing the mistake he had just made, but it was too late. You both knew it.
"No," he said almost breathlessly. "That was not what I-
You rose from your seat before he could continue.
"I think... you want someone else around you at the moment," you said calmly, finally daring to look at him through blurry sight. "M-Maybe, we can have another date... some other time. Now, excuse me, Rafayel."
"No, wait! Come back!"
You rushed out of the restaurant, feeling curious eyes on you, making your skin become even redder. You felt so humiliated. It was not the first time something like this had happened, one could only take so much. You were not the jealous type, on the contrary, knowing Rafayel's personality, you tried to be relaxed around him, but, perhaps... he wanted to forget his bodyguard using you?
That was so lame and pathetic!
A sob made you tremble and you lowered your head, trying to avoid anyone seeing you as you walked as fast as you could to the bus station.
"Wait!" He called your name, running to catch up with you. To your misfortune, the bus was not there yet and you both arrived at the station at the same time. "Listen to me, please," he said breathlessly and you shook your head.
"I don't want to," you mumbled, trying to hide your tears, but it was impossible. "Rafayel, why did you come here? I left you so you could call your bodyguard."
"Please don't say that, I really didn't-
"You did!" You finally looked at him, your lower lip trembling. "Rafayel, I understand... I truly understand, but if you have feelings for her... why are you even with me? You're hurting me, you know?"
He flushed as he grabbed your shoulders. "I do not have feelings for her! I... I really don't have feelings for her. I want you. I have feelings for you, can't you see?"
You shook your head, choking on a sob. "I can't. I can't see it when you say such things in front of me, Rafayel." Oh, how much you loved saying his name. It felt so nice against your tongue. It made your heart tingle lovingly... how stupid.
"No, listen! I don't - I didn't... I don't know why I said that, I swear. I just... I am so sorry, please."
"I'm sorry too, Rafayel. You know this is not the first time... Every time we see each other, you say something related to her. 'What do you think my miss bodyguard is doing right now? She must be really busy doing that job of hers', 'Whoa, my bodyguard really likes these candies! I'm gonna get her some, wait here', 'I'm gonna order this food, it's my bodyguard's favorite!'... Rafayel, I'm not made of wood, you know?"
He was speechless. Pupils trembling slightly. He hadn't even realized all that. That only made you feel more hurt. Did he ever take your feelings into consideration?
"I am sorry," he mumbled, helplessly.
"I am too...," you repeated, listening to the bus approaching. "I gotta go now, Rafayel. I hope... You can sort out your feelings and tell her how you feel. Now, excuse me."
"No, please! I really want to be with you, I-
"See you, Rafayel."
Zayne
"M-Miss Hunter? Bit-
"Yes," he said, checking his phone one more time before giving you some money, your cheeks flushing. "I forgot I had a date with her. You don't mind if I leave, right? Take this, you can pay for our food with this."
"... I-
"I promised her," he said, as if begging for you to let go of him... but you never really had any right to make him stay.
"You promised me too. You said you took your day off for me... was it a lie?"
"No. It wasn't a lie, but right now I-
You nodded. Also getting up. "Zayne... Zayne are you sure you wanted to have a relationship with me?"
He frowned, his expression just slightly surprised. "Of course I am sure. Why are you asking me th-
"Or did you just want a replacement for someone you cannot have?" His eyes widened, but you continued. "I also have feelings, Zayne. I am not asking you to put me above all but... you can't even respect our time together? If you want to go out with miss Hunter, go ahead, I don't mind. But don't make plans with me and cancel them when we're in the middle of it. You could also pay me a bit more of attention instead of texting her all the time don't you think?"
Zayne blinked, reaching out for you, but you stepped back. "Listen, this is not what you think. I do want to be with you, it's just-
"I think... It's better if we leave things here, Zayne. My heart can only take so much. You're free to go."
"Are we....breaking up?"
You nod, forcing the tears back. "I think it's for the best, Zayne to end up here. Thank you for your time, I'm sorry I was taking a bit too much of it. I was just greedy. You don't get your crush to fall in love with you too often... I think I was wrong in that as well."
Tears rolled down your cheeks, no matter how hard you tried to stop them. "You can take your money back. You don't have to pay me for my time. Lunch's on me."
He said your name, almost desperately. "Wait, please. Let me explain this. Please."
"Goodbye, Zayne."
"No, please. Let's talk. I really-
"She's waiting for you. Don't make her wait much more."
Xavier
Wow. You had never seen him smiling like that. His eyes were lit up like beautiful stars on a summer night. His lips curled upward, showing beautiful perfect teeth. He really looked attractive. It would be great if he was looking at you too.
"W-What's so funny, Xav?" You asked sheepishly, smiling shyly at him.
"Hmm?" He raised his eyes from his phone and met yours, his smile erasing completely as he put his phone down. "Oh," he said, disappointedly, your ears heated up. "Nothing. I was just texting with my partner."
Your eyes widened slightly. "Y-Your partner?"
"Yes," he said firmly, his voice making you feel tiny. "She's the hunter I work with. I've talked about her before."
"Yes..." Plenty.
"Mhmm," he sighed. Laying down against the picnic blanket under him. "She asked me if I wanted to go eat with her. I had to tell her no because I'm with you... Hey, how long do you think- are you crying?"
You were. Tears streaming down your face nonstop. Xavier sat up, gently grabbing your shoulder, but you softly moved away as you covered your eyes from him.
"H-Hey, what's wrong? Where are you going?"
You sniffed, looking down at him as you grabbed your bag. "Xavier... I'm sorry. I did not know you would like to go out with your partner more than me."
His eyes widened as he also got up. "No. No, you got it all wrong. I-
"Please. Please stop making excuses. No matter what I do and how hard I try, I'm never enough for you, Xavier."
"..."
"You don't smile like that when you're with me. In any case you look bored and annoyed," you gasped, trying to calm your voice between sobs. "I tried not to mind it... I thought that was your expression, but when you talk about her. Your eyes look so beautiful. So lively and warm. And your smile is so bright and sincere and... happy."
"Please, listen to me..."
"I think I'm the one that makes you unhappy."
He shook your head, but didn't do much more than that and you thought you really had enough.
"I won't make you suffer anymore, Xavier. You were never mine completely, but that little part I desperately hold on to, I let it free. You're free to be with her," you smiled softly. "Thank you... for being with me for as long as you did."
"Don't go, please. I want to be with you."
Your lower lip trembled as you nodded a little. "It would've been nice if you didn't make me feel the other way around, Xavier."
"W-Wait, please!"
"Goodbye, then."
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so real on the "but i also really want alpha jeno in my guts" cause same 😩 his outfit on the bat is still living in my mind rent free
mdni. nsfw 18+
pairing: alpha!lee jeno x mate!reader
warnings: abo, unprotected sex, breeding, mating press, creampie, possessiveness
alpha!jeno is such a himbo.
you seriously wonder how long he’s survived without you by his side. he asks you the silliest questions, tilting his head and pouting his lip slightly as his eyebrows furrow in confusion. it’s the cutest sight to you, seeing this big muscular man act so clueless.
“why can’t we have just sex right now?”
“jen, your friends are literally in the living room and we are IN THE KITCHEN WITH NO DOORS.”
“okay but you’re my mate, they should understand right?”
and trust, he has an insane sex drive. he promises he’s never been this horny before he met you but now that you’re officially his, he gotta be inside you in some capacity at all times. you’re his mate duh, if he could crawl inside your skin he would.
you’ll be cuddling on the couch, watching a romcom, and he whispers “baby, can i stick the tip in? i’m so hard.”
you’ll be eating dinner at the dining table and his fingers gravitate to your thighs as he wordlessly cups your cunt under your underwear, mindlessly rubbing and pumping his fingers in and out of you.
and he would actually be so so sooo jealous of anything and everything that breathes and looks at you.
“oh so you like this stray kitten more than your mate alright how would you feel if i just ran away from home and became a stray too?”
“jen.”
he actually gets the most jealous when it comes to his friends being around you. he knows them too well, even if he trusts you and (to a certain extent) them.
“jaemin get the fuck away from my mate right now you absolute manwhore.”
“??bitch we’re literally just playing mario kart like 3 feet away from each other.”
“i don’t give a fuck she’s mine,” and pulls you into his lap to pout and snuggle you tightly, locking you in his massive biceps.
jeno is so silly as your mate but oh does he fuck you like no other.
his insane animal stamina has him going for hours after your legs have already become jelly and your mind fucked stupid from overstimulation.
“baby, you’re mine. my mate, my love. your body was made for me,” he would growl into your ear as he took you in mating press.
his thick heavy body would drive his cock so so deep inside your poor little pussy, you would be left sobbing.
“jen-jeno! s’deep,” you’d cry, hiding your face in your arms.
he’d grab your arms and pin them above your head, using his powerful hips to thrust so hard and so deep to keep you from squirming so much.
“ah. wanna see my mate as i fuck my pups into her. you’re doing so good, sweetheart.”
and he refuses to ever cum anywhere but deep inside your little cunt. “i don’t care if you’re on that stupid birth control bullshit, you’re gonna have my kids.”
#nct dream smut#nct smut#nct dream x reader#nct x reader#nct dream#jeno smut#lee jeno x reader#jeno#jeno x reader#nct#lee jeno
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M'Lady, M'Lord
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie’s smitten from the moment he sees you playing pirates with your brother.
Word Count: 5176
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The first time Eddie laid eyes on you it was basically game over for him. You were dressed as pirates with your younger brother sword fighting in the park where Mike tricked Eddie into having a Hellfire meeting purely because he had to help Nancy watch Holly. Each time they had to pause so he could take his turn playing with her or pushing her on a swing Eddie’s attention went straight to you. Once you had your brother on a fake plank, sword pointed at him looking triumphant and the next time he looked over your wooden sword was knocked out of your hands that were being held up in surrender.
Your family was new to town and after days of your brother begging you about going out instead of unpacking you agreed. Which led him to immediately ask if the two of you could play pirates when you got to the park not far from your house. You weren’t expecting there to be a group of boys playing a game at one of the picnic tables when you got there or to become so intrigued with the story the boy with curly hair was weaving that Henry actually got the upper hand on you instead of you letting him get it like you normally do.
“Come on Y/n, you weren’t even trying that time!” Your hands go up in surrender and in an apology.
“Sorry little man, just got a little distracted is all. Won’t happen again scouts honor!” And you lose yourself in the game once more, not even glancing back over at the group of boys knowing you’ll get sucked in again.
Eddie doesn’t know it’s game over for him till the second time he sees you. He was stuck cleaning up by himself after Hellfire having yet another meeting at the park because his friends liked having it outside with how nice the summers been this year. He was just leaving the table when he spotted you sitting in a fucking tree headphones on book in hand and not a care in the world. Your bandana matched your brown flowy skirt and your black cami hugged your body like a second skin. He couldn’t help himself from approaching you. Luckily you spot him approaching and rest the headphones around your neck in case he was going to try to talk to you.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing up in a tree?” You shrug marking your place in your book and resting it on your raised knee.
“What’s a pretty boy like you doing at a park in the middle of the afternoon?” Eddie freezes not expecting you to flirt back with him so quickly. “It’s just peaceful up here. I really gotta get home though so thanks for saying something.” You add in after realizing how long you’ve been here. When you jump down Eddie near has a heart attack worrying you’ll hurt yourself and surges forward to catch you. A fact that you notice and can’t help but smile and feel warm inside at the thought of someone caring about your safety that much.
Time seems to freeze as you look up at him and your eyes meet his widened chocolate brown ones. His mouth stays slightly parted as he takes you in soft curves and all now that you’re standing in front of him. While his eyes roam up and down your body you just can’t stop staring into them wondering how you’ve never seen such pretty eyes before.
“Hi.”
“Hi, I’m Y/n.”
“Hi.” His voice is breathless and it doesn’t seem like he was paying much attention to what you said. Your giggles at the fact are what seem to wake him from the daze you put him in. “Sorry you’re just, you’re so much prettier up close.” Heat crawls up your neck and you become bashful quicker than you ever have in your life.
“Thanks.” You start walking and he’s quick to follow you swinging his bag of DnD stuff back over his shoulder.
“I saw you here the other week with your brother?”
“Yeah, I saw you too, playing that game with your friends. That was Dungeons and Dragons right?” He’s almost left speechless at how you know about his favorite pastime.
“Dungeons and Dragons, yeah. You know about it?”
“A little, I had friends who played it before we moved here but I just didn’t have the attention span for it. Most of the time I’d bring a book and watch them play.”
“Are you walking?” Eddie asks when you keep walking past the parking lot getting completely distracted from what he originally wanted to ask.
“Yeah, I’m not too far.”
“Do you want a ride?” He points over his shoulder with his thumb to his van.
“If I say yes, are you going to serial kill me?”
“Guess you’ll have to say yes to find out Princess.” He winks but also then doubts his words almost immediately because the two of you are strangers,
“Hm, alright.” You take the journey of a couple of feet to stop in front of him. “I like to live on the edge anyway so lead the way.”
“M’lady.” Eddie bows as he opens the passenger side door and holds it open for you.
“M’lord.” You’re quick to play along, adding a curtsy before hopping in and stunning Eddie once more. He mouths ‘wow’ before shutting the door and rushing around to his side.
When he starts the van he’s so unbelievably relieved that he turned the radio off because otherwise his music would’ve been blasting. You let him know your street and he starts to back out of the parking spot. He almost stops the whole car when he spots the book you rest in your lap as you unwrap your headphones from your body and unclip your walkman. It’s silent in the van as Eddie untwists his tongue to comment on it.
“You’re reading Lord of The Rings?” He clears his throat before he speaks, only glancing at you out of the corner of his eye while he drives.
“Yeah, it’s one of my absolute favorite series. Have you read it?”
“Only a million times!” Despite his excited words it’s at this moment that Eddie knows he’s absolutely screwed. Especially with how you light up and start talking about your favorite characters and parts of the story.
The next time you see Eddie is at Family Video just a handful of days later. You brought Henry to pick out a couple movies for sibling bonding movie night, a night you created for the days your mom worked late to distract him from the fact of not seeing her. It was invented when he was younger and unsure as to why she was gone, you found him crying in her room thinking she left the two of you like his dad did, and it’s just become a norm now neither one of you would miss it for the world.
“Eddie?” You’re moving around the store looking for him when you spot Eddie stocking movies with the green vest on. He nearly drops all the tapes in his hands at the sound of your voice.
“Hey Princess! What’re you doing here?”
“Movie night.” You hold up The Muppet Movie to show the reason even though he still hasn’t looked away from his task. “You work here?”
“Sadly I do.”
“Good thing you do, otherwise who knows when we would’ve seen each other again.” He looks at you then and you look like an angel standing there in front of the window, the sunset making it seem like you’re absolutely glowing and he’s speechless for a moment. You’re in another flowy skirt, green this time with yet another matching bandana, but this time you’re in a white long sleeved shirt that flares at the end of the sleeves. You’re beautiful.
“You haven’t seen my brother around have you? He’s about ye high, looks a little bit like me, cowboy hat on.”
“Yeah, I reckon he’s over yonder in horror.” Eddie cringes at his stupid decision to do a silly cowboy impersonation but when you start laughing at it he knows he’d do it again in a heartbeat.
“Thanks!” You leave then and Eddie hurries up with stocking the shelf to rush to the counter so he can be the one to ring you out.
“Move Harrington!” He all but shoves Steve away from the counter he was leaning on bored.
“Woah, what has you suddenly wanting to do your job Munson?”
“If you stop pouting about it we can go to the arcade tomorrow.” Your voice greets both boys behind the counter as you round the corner of aisles.
“You mean it?” Your brother rushes to your side and follows close to you up to the counter. Steve watches you get closer and then how his friend seems to get more and more jittery with each step you take. He holds back the chuckle that wants to escape as he takes it in and instead just shakes his head choosing to lean against the other counter arms crossed over his chest.
“Course I do. I haven’t been able to get the Burgertime high score yet.” You place the movies on the counter before turning your attention and soft smile over to Eddie. “Hello again.”
“Hi. You find everything okay?”
“Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” You beam at him and even Steve is stunned by it for a second.
“So The Muppets and The Thing huh? That’s an interesting combo.”
“What can I say? We have a wide berth of interests.” You shrug and then motion to your brother. “He was stuck between Thing and Poltergeist but last time we watched it he had to sleep either in my room or with all the lights on for a week.”
“You can’t just tell people that!”
“It’s alright cowboy, I’ll keep your secret.” Eddie tips an imaginary hat to him while you dig around your saggy brown tote bag for your wallet.
“Oh, Eddie this is my brother Henry, Hens this is my new friend Eddie.”
“Howdy partner.” Eddie's mock cowboy voice comes out again and it earns him another wonderful laugh from you, a beaming smile from Henry, and a ‘I can’t believe you just did that’ laugh from Steve. He goes pink at hearing Steve’s laugh having forgotten he was there while your eyes dart over to the other boy behind the counter.
“Oh hello.” You greet him a shy smile on your face and a small wave after handing Eddie the cash for the movies.
“Steve Harrington.” He holds his hand out for you to shake which you do once getting your change back.
“Y/n Y/l/n.”
“That’s a pretty name.” Steve throws on his best flirty smile and Eddie resists the urge to roll his eyes.
“Thanks.” Eddie wants to stick his tongue out at his friend at how uninterested you seem in him. “Oh Eddie, do you have a pen I could use?” He nods and hands you one of the loose ones behind the counter that’s missing a cap. You grab his wrist before he can pull it away and shove his long sleeve up writing your number along the inside of his arm. “Should’ve done this the other day but now we don’t have to just happen upon each other.”
“Thanks Princess, I’ll be sure to use it.”
“You better.” You look up at him and wink before stepping back. “Alright Hens, let's go get some snacks.” You shove the VHS tapes into your bag and push on the back of his shoulders to get him to lead the way out of the store.
“What the hell just happened?” Steve asks once you’re gone and turns to his friend who’s busy smiling at the writing on his arm.
“That my dear friend was my turn getting the girl.” He beams as he proudly shows off that you added a heart after your number.
Eddie doesn’t call you the days after giving him your number. And he wasn’t working the day you went to return the movies so you were beginning to think maybe you came off too strong or you read the vibes wrong. You were trying not to let it get to you but it was hard because you at least wanted to have Eddie as a friend.
“Woah, hey there Princess.” His voice graces your ears and his warm hands consume your shoulders as he stops you where you are. You look up from where you were digging around in your bag trying to find your keys and find that your nose is probably an inch away from his chest. “You should probably watch where you’re going before you trip or walk into something.” You’re quick to figure out that you were about to walk into him on your way out of the shop.
“Sorry Eddie, got lost in thought. How’re you?”
“Good, good. Hey I’ve been meaning to call ya.” He brings his hand up to rub the back of his neck and you fight with yourself to not look when his shirt rides up revealing the smallest sliver of tummy.
“Oh?” You genuinely don’t know what to say with how genuine he sounds.
“My friends and I do this movie night thing once a week, was wonderin if maybe you wanted to come?” You open your mouth to respond but he keeps talking. “I was gonna grow some balls and finally call you after I picked up the movie since it’s tonight. I just haven’t called you yet because everytime I go to pick up the phone I chicken out. You’re just so pretty and you’re really cool and you love Lord of The Rings which is like the biggest deal to me.” Your giggles interrupt Eddie and he freezes eyes wide as he stares at you.
“I’d love to come to movie night with you and your friends.” You reach out to hold onto his arm to help get him to stop talking.
“Really?”
“Really. What’s the movie?” You retract your hand and go back to digging to the bottom of your bag and Eddie immediately misses your touch.
“The Fly, we went to see it when it was in theaters but the kids weren’t able to come with us and finally convinced Steve to watch it again.”
“That has Jeff Goldblum in it right?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure at least.”
“Oh I’m definitely in then!” Your fingers hook through your key ring and pull them out a triumphant smile on your face. “When and where?”
“I’ll pick you up around seven?”
“Sounds great!” You start to move around him and he turns to get the door for you.
“M’lady.”
“M’lord.” You beam at him as you leave the store and Eddie swears his world gets dimmer when you turn away from him.
Eddie shows up at your door at exactly seven o'clock on the dot. He hesitates for a minute before knocking on the door nervous for if he might meet your parents or not. When he does he can hear a muffled yell before someone runs to the door. Henry’s the one who opens it.
“Y/n’s in the kitchen.” Is all he says before leaving the door open and disappearing into the living room.
Eddie stays in the doorway for a minute unsure if he should just walk into your home before deciding to go in if only to shut the door. Ultimately he decides to find you so he doesn’t feel awkward in the entranceway. He finds you washing dishes in a kitchen that smells like freshly baked cookies.
“Hi Eddie.” You greet him as you place the big plastic bowl you were washing on the drying rack and grabbing the dish towel on the counter to dry your hands.
“Hey Princess, not to rush you or anything but you ready to go?”
“Yeah, I just gotta say bye to Henry first. Can you hold this for me real quick?” You hand him your tote on your way into the living room where you know your shoes are.
“What are you packing in here Sweetheart? It’s way heavier than I thought it’d be?” He could just peek in and see but he doesn't want to be rude or invade your privacy.
“Oh! I baked cookies so I hope all your friends like chocolate chip.” You fall onto the couch next to Henry, who’s snacking on some of said cookies and watching Transformers, to pull your sneakers on.
“You really didn’t have to do that. Now they’ll never want you to leave.”
“That’s the point.” You smile at him standing up and taking your bag back before turning to Henry. “Are you sure you’re good if I leave?” You lean down to speak softly to him, voice low enough that Eddie barely hears it. As much as you want to go tonight if he were to say he wanted to hang with you, you’d stay.
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Be good, if you need anything call me. Eddie, can you write down the number for whatever house we’ll be at?”
“Yeah, course.” He immediately searches for paper and a pen.
“Mom will probably be asleep for the rest of the night so I need you to be responsible, go to bed at a decent time, don’t stay up till I get home because I don’t know when that’ll be.” It’s something he often did when you went out with friends worrying about if you would come back.
“Number’s right here.” Eddie places the piece of paper he found on the coffee table in front of Henry.
“Alright, bye Henners, love you.” You duck down to hug him and place a kiss on his head.
“Love you too.”
“See ya cowboy.” Eddie says waving as he follows you out of the room and the house. Once outside he beats you to the van holding your door open for you.
“So you two seem to have a good relationship.” Eddie says about halfway to Steve’s house about you and your brother.
“Yeah.” You’re silent for a beat before turning to look at Eddie. “Sorry if he seems a little standoffish towards you, he has issues getting close to people when he doesn’t know if they’ll stick around.”
“It’s fine, really. I’m not always the quickest to accept people into my life either.”
“Hmm I’d say you were with how quick you brought me into it.” You’re teasing but you can sense the truth in his words and he gives off the vibe of someone who just has one small group of people he’s close with.
“Ah you were a special case though. A pretty girl who plays pirates and reads Lord of The Rings? I had to scoop you up before anyone else could.”
“I play cowboys and cops and robbers too.” You speak just as Eddie parks and he’s able to turn his whole body to face you.
“Careful Princess before you steal even more of my heart.”
“Just wait till you hear about my ren faire costumes.” You wink before opening your door. “Now c’mon so you can introduce me to everyone.” Eddie’s frozen there for a couple seconds, mouth partly open. Everytime he thinks you can’t possibly get any better you go and prove him wrong. He can just imagine you dressed up as an elf or an actual princess.
Once he breaks out of it he’s quick to follow you out of the van and lead you to Steve’s front door. He goes straight in grabbing your hand as he does so to steer you through the big house to the basement where they always have movie nights. The sound of his friends' voices greet the two of you as soon as he opens the basement door.
“Eddie’s here!” Robin announces as she peers up the stairs in passing. “And it looks like he brought someone.” There’s a chorus of ‘ooo’s and Eddie rolls his eyes, shaking the urge to sweep you away and keep you to himself.
“Did Eddie finally get a girlfriend?” He can barely hear El’s quiet question but it makes him go red all the same wondering if you heard it too.
“Hey guys, this is Y/n.” He introduces you once you’re both at the bottom of the stairs motioning to you with the hand that isn’t holding onto your own.
“Hello.” You wave with your free hand and hold onto Eddie’s a little tighter with your other at seeing all the eyes on you.
“Y/n this is Robin, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, and you’ve met Steve before.” He leans down to whisper in your ear then. “Careful around the kids they might imprint on you like baby ducks the way they did Steve and I.” You smile and shove him away at the joke taking your hand back.
“I brought cookies. Think of it as a peace offering of sorts.” You reach into your tote and pull out a big tupperware that Eddie can’t help but wonder how it fit inside.
“I’ll take that.” Robin comes over and takes it out of your hand before grabbing your wrist to pull you over to the couch. “Come join the party we were just about to start the movie.” You sit next to Robin at the end of the couch. As soon as she opens the container Dustin’s reaching up and over laps to get some from his spot on the floor next to Steve who’s at Robin's feet. He groans in delight as soon as he takes a bite and you can’t stop the smile from forming on your face.
“These are the best cookies I’ve ever had!” Eddie whistles as he takes his seat on the floor beneath you.
“That’s really saying something with how good your moms cooking and baking is.” He reaches up and grabs his own before Mike steals the container to take over to the couch he’s sharing with Lucas and the girls. “Oh my God.” Eddie says with his mouth full throwing his head back as the taste of what seems to be the perfect cookie completely envelopes his mouth.
“Is that a good oh my god?” You ask in a timid soft voice leaning over so your head was positioned right above where Eddie threw his on the couch between your legs.
“Princess, this is the best thing I think I’ve ever eaten.” You visibly light up at his praise. A wide smile overtakes your face and your eyes shine and it makes Eddie do the same. There’s a chorus of agreement to Eddie’s words but the two of you are so lost in eachothers eyes that you don’t pay them any attention.
“Eddie, you better bring your girlfriend around all the time if she’s gonna be bringing more of this stuff.” Lucas says reaching into the container as Steve starts the movie.
“Shut up and stop hogging them, pass em over.” Mike hands them to Eddie while he’s up to turn the lights off and neither of you correct Lucas.
It’s a little after eleven when Eddie pulls into your driveway. After the movie ended Robin immediately started to ask you questions about yourself, Max joining soon after making Steve move so she can take his spot. You happily answered, asking questions right back almost giddy with the thought of making friends so soon after moving here.
Eddie had chimed in here and there like when Mike asked when the two of you met. “You assholes abandoned me after the last Hellfire meeting and I found her in a tree.” Or when you answered a question about your music taste, saying you liked Blondie and the Bee Gees. “What about Motorhead or Judas Priest?” And when you shrugged and told him you’d never heard of them he mocked injury, falling over and pulling the imaginary sword from his heart.
“That was fun.” You say to Eddie as you round his van to head to your front door. “I like your friends.”
“They liked you too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen El get so comfortable around someone so fast.” She had come over to join the group around you soon after the conversations started and while she didn’t say much Eddie could tell she was taking to you. “Stick around and they’ll be your friends in no time.” You smile at the thought of having a group to hang out with again.
When you open the door the soft sound of the tv still on drifts to your ears and you let out a small sigh before moving silently and quickly into the living room. You leave your keys in the door which Eddie is quick to take out before shutting it and following your path. He finds you knelt next to the couch and brushing some of Henry’s hair off of his forehead.
“You gonna wake him up?”
“I should, let him know I’m home and get him to bed. But he looks so peaceful that I don’t want to.” You whisper back not taking your eyes off of your brother that you’ve basically raised yourself.
“Want me to carry him while you lead the way to his room?” You didn’t hear Eddie get closer so when he crouches next to you it makes you jump a little.
“You’d do that?”
“Course.” He ignores how shocked your wide eyes reveal you to be and instead takes your hand to help you up before scooping Henry up. “Lead the way.”
Eddie’s careful not to move the boy in his arms too much as he follows you up the steps and then down the hallway. You leave his door open and move his blankets out of the way to make room for Eddie to place him down. Once he does, you cover him and place a soft small kiss on his forehead before leading the way out of the room, closing the door once you’re both in the hallway.
“Do you want a drink or something before you go?”
“I could use a smoke, you want one? If not, I can just wait till I get home.” He follows you back down the stairs as he speaks.
“I don’t smoke but I don’t mind hanging out with you while you do it. We could go sit on the swing on the back porch?”
“Sounds perfect.” You lead the way through the house and Eddie holds the back door open for you. “M’lady.”
“M’lord.” There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you sit slightly moving the porch swing back and forth with your feet while Eddie pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. “My dad died when I was young.” You say suddenly after another beat of silence.
“Oh, I’m so-”
“You don’t have to be sorry or anything. It happened so long ago and I’ve had a long time to grieve so it doesn’t really hurt to think or talk about anymore.”
“Okay.” It’s all Eddie can think to say sensing you had more words coming his way.
“Mom started working more after he died but not too much so she could still y'know be a mom. And then she met this guy, Doug, and she became pregnant with Henry. They didn’t get married or anything but he took care of us. Mom was able to stop working so much and when Henry was born she was able to take time off even. But then one day when Henry was four, probably closer to being five, Doug just up and left. Just completely disappeared.” Eddie takes another drag of the cig and places a hand on your knee as you take in a shaky breath.
“It absolutely broke mom but Henry? He didn’t even know what was happening, he’d ask me when dad would be home and why mom was crying all the time. We had to move out of the house and into a small apartment and mom had to work all the time, constantly pulling doubles to make sure we’d have rent and food money. Henry hasn’t been the same since he figured out his dad wasn’t coming back, so he has a hard time bringing people into his life and worrying that one day me or mom are going to do the same thing. That's why he tried to stay up till I got home tonight, to make sure I was actually coming back.”
“You don’t have to tell me all this darlin’.”
“No, I do, because I like you Eddie. And I think you like me.”
“I do, like so much.” You smile and let a small laugh leave your mouth at his eagerness to say the words.
“So if we’re gonna do this I need you to know I’ve got baggage but also that Henry is my whole world. When mom started working all the time I slipped into that role the best I could for him and I’m still in it. So I can’t always go out and do things because I spend most of my free time watching him.”
“That’s fine.” Eddie stomps out his cig and grabs your hand. “I’ll hang out here or we can take him to the movies or I don’t know whatever he’d wanna do. He seems like a fun kid and I’d love to get to know him.” Your eyes tear up at that and you launch yourself into his chest holding him in a tight hug. No one’s ever been so kind and understanding about how much you want to take care of your brother before. “Besides everyones got baggage, my dads been in and out of jail my whole life and I live with my uncle in a small trailer. The whole rest of the crew has their own thing too so don’t feel like anyone would judge you or anything alright?”
”Okay.”
“So, be my girlfriend? Because I’ve been dying to ask from the moment I found you in that tree.” He doesn’t say how he decided you were probably his soulmate when he found out you were reading Lord of The Rings.
“I’d love to. I’ve been dying for you to ask since you did that awful cowboy impression in Family Video.” You don’t say how you can see yourself falling for him hard and fast.
“Then it’s settled. What do you say to pizza and a movie? I’ll bring the pizza, you and Henry pick the movie.”
“I’d say it’s a date.”
“Tomorrow night? I’ll come over after my shift at Family Video?”
“Sounds perfect.”
This time when you’re holding the door open for him to leave you bow holding your arm out to show him the way.
“M’lord.” Eddie smiles at how you beat him to it and grabs your hand landing a kiss on the back of it before he speaks himself.
“M’lady.”
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Wicked Game
Pairings: cop!bucky x f!reader
MDNI/NSFW
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Summary: An out of control college party gets crashed by cops, someone tattled, and a cop chase ensues.
The chief is an old friend of your family, who you'd always had a crush on.
Thinking he's harmless, you talk back. But he can only hold back for so long.
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: reader is 20, pinv sex, rough sex, oral sex (m and f recieving), choking, uniform kink, sir kink, reader being bratty, bucky doing something about it!! edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, handjob, fingering, pet names (girl, doll), praise (yay), mentions of masturbation, slight marking, degrading ish? cum eating, creampie, power dynamic, some soft!bucky at the end.
AN: This is not a Lee bodecker fic! This is just regular, muscly cop!bucky.
Blaring music and thumping bass fill an already crowded house, drunk daredevils otherwise inhabiting it.
God, my skull feels like it's about the cave in. The average college experience in other words.
I'd been drinking the least out of my friends, yet I felt the worst. They sat on the couch around me, trying the wide assortment of drugs that were splayed out in front of us. Littering the table along with various hard liqour bottles, all mostly empty.
Drugs arent my forte, but I wont nark them.
The party had only been going for an hour or so, I think? My lockscreen told me it was 2 in the night, holy shit? It had been 5 hours.
How the hell had no one called the cops yet? Little did I know, how badly I jinxed myself.
'Guys, Guys.' I lazily shrugged the shoulders of two of my friends sitting on each side of me, 'We- we, gotta go.'
'We're fine!' One of them drawled, splaying out on the couch.
I shook my head, head thumping in each bend, 'Theres literally. . .' I paused, searching tiredly for the right words, 'Uhm- No way! That the cops arent on their way here like, right now.'
'We've lasted this long.' The other said, shrugging his shoulders, grinning.
I groaned, 'Fine!' And threw my hands up in defeat, my friend observed me smugly. He held up some coke for me, raising his brows in question. To which I shook my head again.
A sharp alarm cut through the music, everyone groaned, heads complaining at the sound. I figured it was something with the sound system, but no.
I just had to jinx myself, remember?
As my ears adjusted to the sound, I realised. It's sirens, two or three. Cops.
'It's the fucking cops!' I shouted, alerting everyone. The music cut off, and the sirens clarified into the deafening sound of jail, or curfew. Depending on the cop. I was hoping and dreading the Chief in equal amounts, he could take it easy on me, or not.
I roused my friends, dragging them up from the couch and filtering them through the backdoor. Along with at least a hundred other people our age.
My attempts at freeing them had made me lag behind, one of my friends grabbed my arm, 'Come on!' She shouts, trying to pull me with them. But theres to many people between us and she loses her grip, swept away by the crowd.
The front door swings open behind me, and I freeze. Slowly turning around, I see a tall, broad shouldered figure standing silently observing the chaos from the doorway. He stepped inside, searching the crowd, and eventually. His eyes land on me.
'Give em' hell. Get the ones you can!' He barks the orders at his men, and then his eyes narrow in on me. Staring me down, 'And leave this one to me.' His words make my skin crawl, in fear of my parents finding out and possibly, excitement?
I wouldn't say no to punishment dealt by Chief Barnes.
His men rush past me out the backdoor, leading me to back up slowly. Placing the Coffee table between me and the Chief, securing myself somewhat.
Slowly, he stalks forward. A slanted smile growing with every step that he takes, making chills run up my spine. His uniform does him good I notice, shirt and pants sitting around his muscles perfectly. Belt and gun? Hot.
'Heeey, Buck.' I smile cheapishly, 'Fancy meeting you here.' Testing the waters, seeing what chances my charms have of easing the situation for myself.
He nods, raising his eyebrows in response and grins in spite, as if answering, "I'm sure it is" and "You're in deep fuckin shit now."
I laugh nervously and try again, 'I didn't know you enjoy college parties Buck? Or just, college girls?'
Amused, he steps closer, It's now only the table separating us. I step up on the couch behind me, desperately trying to make up for the space I'm losing. He puts his hands around his belt buckle, smirking. At least my incredibly funny self seems to have softened him.
He looks down, studying its content, then looks back up at me. His face turns displeased, undoing all my previous hard work to humour him.
I follow his gaze, looking at the table myself, and it dawns on me, 'No no no no!' I throw out in panic, 'Listen, Buck. . .'
'What could you possibly have to say-' he began and lowered his head, giving me a serious look, 'To get yourself out of this one?' referring to the table.
'I can think of a few things, I might have an ace in my sleeve.' I smirk. Metaphoricly speaking of course, my blouse does not have long sleeves.
He takes a firm step closer, a bemused look on his face, 'Ok Ok! It's not mine! It's not, mine.' I gesture to myself, then to the table in erratic motions. 'I'm an innocent bystander, I just sat on the couch. Never even touched the stuff.' I hold my hands up, palms out. As if it would stop him.
'Theres nothing innocent about you girl.' He tells me sternly, the corner of his lip tugging.
Stunned, there's a sudden flutter in my stumache.
Suddenly, the energy between us change. The tension grows and the look in his eyes turn hungry, like a hunter watching its prey.
'Pinky promise?' I ask, shrugging cheapishly.
He takes a few quick steps toward me, rounding the table. But I run to the end of the couch, making sure that the table is still between us. Butterflies surge through my body, giddy from excitement. This is the most fun I'd had all night. 'Buck, let's- lets be civil about this, alright? Let's just talk.' I giggle.
He chuckles, 'Oh, you think this is funny?'
Nodding, 'Kind of, yes. . .' I tease.
'We're far past talking.' He breathes, 'Had I been anyone else, had I not known your parents, you would've been in cuffs by now.'
My eyes turn mischievous, 'Whats stopping you?' I tilt my head, 'I assure you, I wouldn't mind.' And grin.
He chews the inside of his cheek, then charges, and I run, swivelling to avoid solo cups and various balloons on the floor. I hear his footsteps behind me, catching up. My agility is nothing compared to his raw muscle and speed, but I swerve into the kitchen, adrenaline kicking in. And manage to take cover behind the kitchen island.
Bucky grinds to a halt, slamming his palms into the counter, catching himself against it. Once again, im in safety. For a while at least.
'Youre gonna have to be faster than that.' I pant, grinning. He meets my eyes, pure animalistic tendencies behind them. The look on his face has me biting my lip, I couldn't wait for him to catch me. 'C'mon Chief.' I purr.
And somethings in his eyes ignite at the word, oh?
'Chief?' I test and he grunts, eyes glaring at me through his eyebrows. Naturally, I delve deeper, 'You feeling quite alright. . . Sir?'
He tilts his head with a jerk, then laughs 'You've done it now.' Those are warning words. Then he jumps, sliding over the counter.
'Holy shit!' I squeek as I take of running, narrowly avoiding his grasp. I run through the house with Bucky right on my heels, nothing but the the thrill of the chase keeping me going.
I run out by the backdoor, then stupidly enough, take a right. Into a garden, a fenced in garden. The high type of fence too. I regret my decision the second I see notice it, but its to late. Buckys steps slow behind me, and I slow to a stop myself as I come face to face with a dead-end. 'Oh, fuck me.' I breathe, absolutely exhausted.
'Famous last words, doll.' He cuckles between pants.
I turn around and smile through the pain, 'Ha ha! Funny guy. What. A funny. Guy.' I clench my teeth, sighing.
My eyes lock onto his frame, hands on his hips as he's catching his breath. Mesmerized I stare, men in uniform, huh? Im starting to see the appeal.
Slowly, he begins walking toward me, prowling like a tiger. He grabs hold of his belt, pulling it upward to adjust his pants.
God damn.
My uterus is aching, my entire body is aching. I would've drooled if I hadnt come to my senses, escaping. Right.
I make a break for it. In one quick motion, I turn around and jump. Grabbing hold of the upper ledge of the fence and pull myself up, my feet scrambling against the wood to find some sort of purchase. But im too slow, too focused. I didn't even hear him come up behind me, but I did feel his big hands on my waist.
He yanks me down and pushes me toward the fence, his body flush against my back. I gasp and he digs his fingertips into my waist, making sure I don't escape again. His touch makes me yearn for more, I want it deeper.
He levels his head with mine, leaning in close to my ear. Close enough to feel his hot breathing against the skin on my neck, 'I got you now.' He whispers, making my skin prickle with goosebumps and setting of a pulse deep below my stumache. But I wasn't willing to give up just yet. With my hands free, I pry his own from my waist and turn around, pushing him back by the chest.
Now. . . The intention was to push him hard enough to give me space to run past, but. . .
He barely budged, he grabbed my wrists and pushed me back against the fence, pinning my body between the wood and himself. Wrists in hand, he anchored my arms to my sides by grabbing onto the fabric of my skirt. Rouching it, he helt the flesh of my ass under his fingers.
I laugh nervously, 'You're not gonna tell mom and dad are you?'
He just chuckles, fuck im truly, in deep shit.
I try wriggling free from his grip, but he holds my wrists tighter, carefully slamming them into the fence above my head and leans against me. Leaving zero space for me to move, every curve of our bodies complete the others, I swear I can feel his bulge against my hip. He moves his face closer to mine, needing me to crane my neck upward to meet his eyes. When I do, a self-satisfied smile covers his lips. His face inches from my own, we were basically sharing one breath as his lips barely brush over mine. 'You gonna be a good girl for me and behave?' He asks, breathing heavily.
I whine, he can't possibly turn me on more. 'Depends.' I say.
''Yeah?' He practically whimpers.
I close the distance between our lips, but he pulls back and smiles, teasing me. I meet his eyes and we look at eachother intently, as if entranced, I cant break contact.
He lets go of my wrists and traces his hands down my arms, all the way down to my hands. Chills run amock over my body, I close my eyes and lean in again, but suddenly-
I hear a clasp, then another and I can just feel him smirk against me. My eyes go wide and I realise, 'You didn't.' glaring at him.
'I did.' He laughs, 'What made you think you were in a position to negotiate?'
I look down and sure enough, cuffs bind my wrists together. Shocked, my mouth falls open. I didnt even feel him reach for them.
He backs up and grabs my arm, pulling me with him. 'Could you at least let me off around the corner from our house?' I ask as we make our way toward his car, he glaces down at me but doesnt answer, 'So they dont see me get dropped off in a cruiser, you know?' He opens the front door for me, and helps me inside, 'And maybe avoid talking to them for a few weeks, you'd really be doing me a favor, Buck.' And without a word, he closes the door and walks around to his side. Getting in and driving off.
The first portion of the ride is silent, he'd done what he had to, to catch me. Damn.
Luckily for me though, the party was a long way from home. Meaning I have some time to devise a plan.
I look at my cuffs, carefully observing them. Hmm. . . I yank my hands apart, trying the strength of the schackles, hoping the sound would gather his attention.
This was a game of chance, a game of seduction and persuasion.
Gently, I tickle the skin on my upper knee, 'I really didnt do any drugs y'know.' tracing back and forth with my fingertips, acting somber. Then lay my hand flat against my thigh, squeezing it absentmindedly. Continuing with rubbing small, firm circles with my index finger into my skin and turn to look out of the window.
Bucky clears his throat. The reaction I was looking for, perfect.
I spread my legs slightly, letting my hands slide down either side of my thigh. Clasping them together underneath and slide them up along my thigh. The skirt catching on my cuffs, revealing more and more of my-
-his hand flies to my thigh, hooking the cuff over his thumb and squeezing my flesh. Keeping me from showing anything more. Fuck, my core is throbbing from that alone.
'Buck?' I ask innocently.
'Dont' he croaks, voice sounding pained.
'Sorry-' I pause, glancing at him carefully. His eyes are fixed sternly on the road, 'We could talk about this like adults you know, make a deal.' He squeezes my thigh harder, I lift one hand with the restricted movements of my cuffs and caress his fingertips, 'A real good deal, benefitial for the both of us' I suggest.
'You talk too much for your own good, girl.'
'I'm not quite sure what you mean, Sir?. .' I bite my lip as he looks over at me, meeting my eyes through my lashes. 'You wouldn't tell on me to my parents, would you?' I ask, giving him my best puppy eyes.
He looks away, sitting silently until the next exit comes up. He flashes his indicators and turn off the main road, parking in an empty clearing.
'You want a deal, doll?' He asks, looking straight ahead. Sliding the cuffs off his thumb as his hand travel downward, fingertips sliding under my skirt, knuckles brushing over my clothed clit. Lust flashes through my nerves, and I gasp.
'A deal, or you. Both sound good to me.' I whisper, on the edge of my seat. Eagerly awaiting his answer, waiting for him.
He looks back at me, meeting my eyes with a fiendish grin, 'Then put that big mouth of yours to use.' He orders.
Nodding enthusatically, I lean over. Unbuckling his belt and zip down his pants, I reach into his boxers and fuuuuck, my hands barely fit around him. I pull him out and pull my hands to my mouth, wetting my fingers before returning them. One hand carefully stroking small circles around his tip, while the other strokes him up and down in cylindrical motions along his shaft.
The chief of police bites his lip, muffling a whimper as I move faster, 'Uhh- mmm. .' He hums, 'Yes- yes, doll. Fuck. .' He stutters.
Such a strong man crumbling under the touch of a woman, it was turning me on like nothing ever has, the power I hold is surprising.
His fingers move under my panties and slide along my slit, making it my turn to moan. I Buck my hips to give him better access, and he dips his fingers inside me. Pumping them slowly as he's getting them wet, then slides up to my clit, circling around it. 'Holy-' I gasp, 'Shit.'
We buck our hips to the others touch, leaning against the other, shoulder to shoulder, temple to temple. Moaning breathely. Our lips finally meeting in a needy kiss, tounges moving with the rhythm of our bodies. 'Please, doll. Be a good girl.' He begs between our lips.
Fuck me, that heartbeat in my utherus spread in pulses through out my entire body.
I grin and pull back. Leaning over, I carefully lick the leaking cum off his tip clean, then take him in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his head, licking greedily. Tasting the salt of him. I push deeper, sucking his length into my mouth. The sloppy sounds of saliva and lips were vulgar inte the most intoxicating way. His hand continues massaging my clit while the other snakes into my hair, grabbing a fistful and aiding my movements. Helping me set merciless pace.
Bucky groans, our strokes growing in greed as we close in on our releases. He shoves two big fingers into my core, curling at just the right spot. Pleasure surge through me, leaving me to stuff my throat with his member, muffling a scream as I topple over the edge. I feel him come right after, my mouth filling with his seed and hearing his moan of completion. The bitterness of salt waa overwhelming to my tastebuds, I swallow what I can and pull myself off.
Leaving a sloppy mess around my mouth, I sit back and smile. Breathing heavily as I regain my strength, Bucky looks at me and laughs, 'You got something right here.' gesturing circles around his mouth, reffering to mine. I wide my mouth clean with my thumb and suck it off, Bucky smiles proudly at the sight. Then brings his own fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices off of them.
Heat ignites within me once again.
Bucky cups my face with one hand and pulls me into a kiss. The tastes of eachother mixing, I can't quite tell what is what. But it's wonderful. Bucky pulls free and looks at me, I give him a hazy, expectant look. He strokes my cheek with his thumb and slides out of the car, walking around to my side. I furrow my eyebrows as he helps me out of the passenger seat. He pulls me to the hood of the car, pushing himself against me until the back of my legs hit the grill. He leans in and whispers against my ear, 'Still need to punish ya.' He drawls, a shiver running through my spine.
'Im begging you Chief.' I look at him thtough hooded, lustfilled eyes, 'Please punish me.' I groan, smiling.
His dick twitched at the word, making him close his eyes to keep his composure. Then suddenly bends down and finds purchase under my knees. In one swift motion, he pulls, and I fall back onto the hood, 'Wanting it defeats the purpose, doll.' He growls, then opens his eyes. But the sight before him makes him unravel.
Upperbody bent to the side in an effort to prop myself up on my forearms, thanks to my cuffs. Skirt over my hips and legs spread, core exposed and ready for him.
'Do you worst, please. Sir. . .' I whisper and grin.
His eyes snap to mine, and that "You're in for it now.' Expression returns, 'Fuckin brat.' He spits.
Then, he kneels. He fuckin kneels. A shiver runs up my spine a the sight, 'Some punishment, huh?' I ask, but he only smirks. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, and grabbing each thigh to keep them spread, then, without warning, he dives in.
I bite my cheek to stop myself from screaming, pulses of pleasure run through me like electric currents. He pushes his tongue inside me, feverishly licking at my juices, exploring my walls, burrying his face in my cunt. Nose pushing up against my clit, making my back arch deliciously. 'That all you can do?' I tease, grinding my hips against his nose, desperate to get some friction. But his eyes meet mine, glaring as he moves his hands to my hips, holding me steady.
He pulls back for a second, just to spit on my cunt, then hastily returning, chasing my clit. I gasp, burrying my cuffed hands in his hair, pulling him closer as I want more. Making him moan against me, his voice vibrating against my clit. My sight blurs from the pleasure, a knot tightening inside me 'More.' I beg, 'So close.'
His tongue slide out of me, and I whine. But he licks a stipe up my cunt and then attatches at my clit, sucking and nipping at my sensitivity. My body jolts, and I shut my eyes. 'You gonna cum?' He asks, voice muffled.
I can barely answer, pleasure overwhelming me as white specks my vision, 'Ye- yeah. . ' I moan, 'So close, ju- just like th-' I begin, about to reach my climax again, but suddenly.
He let's go, pushing himself off of my clit with on last lick and sits back on his heels, watching my unravel.
'No, please, Buck.' I squrim, whining at the loss of him. I try to pull him back, but he doesn't budge. 'I'm begging, please, please.' I whimper, closing my legs and pushing them together, moving my hips for any sort of friction to finish what he started.
'Mouthy brats dont get to cum.' He chuckles and grab my knees to pull them apart. I feel a tear roll down my cheek as the knot loosens again. In a last desperate effort, I pull my hands from his hair, burrying two fingers in me while my thumb rubs my clit. Just for a second, that exctatic feeling returns, blissful sparks ignite, until- he pushes his body between my legs to keep my thighs in place and grab my wrists, ripping them from my cunt. Then laughs, he laughs.
'Not funny.' I whimper.
'It is. . . Im not done even done yet.' He says, face glistening with my juices.
I fall back against the hood groaning, as the ache in my core reaches my bones. 'I need you so bad.' I whisper.
'What was that?' He asks.
'I need you. Buck please.' I whimper.
'Can't quite hear you, doll.' He mocks, hands squeezing tighter around my wrists.
'I fuckin need you inside me, ok?' I almost shout, 'Fuck me, hard. I'm begging, jus- just need you in me.'
'Yeah?' He laughs, standing up. Hooking his hands under my knees and slide me closer to him. His hand trace my skin to my waist, getting a tight grib. Then, in one smooth motion, he flips me to my stumache.
I can't help but gasp, 'Think you can act like a brat all night, and get away with it?' He asks, smaking my ass once. I yelp, the sting making my eyes water in the most delicious way. He lines himself up with my entrance, pushing on it slightly. His tip breeching.
'Please.' I whimper, muttering a string of curses. And without warning, he shoves himself inside. Again, I bite my cheek. Pleasure rolls through me, electrocuting every nerve. He grabs my hips, sinking his fingertips deep into my skin. Silently, I beg for them to leave bruises. Theres nothing hotter than a souvenir to remember him by.
He sets a hard pace, thrusting deeply. Pulling back almost all the way before forcefully pushing himself inside again, over and over. My brain doesnt function, I can't form words, all I can do is moan. The sound of slapping skin perfectly lewd in my ear. 'Harder Buck.' I request.
He leans down, grabbing my throat and pulling me flush against his chest, pushing his nose into my cheek, 'Yeah? This not enough for you?' He asks, grunting in my ear.
'Not enough, more.' I mewl.
His hand tightens his grip around my throat, cutting off just enough air to give me a dizzying euphoria. His other hands come down on my ass again, smacking hard as he thrusts deeper. Then re-grips your hip, using it to push and pull your, making our bodies come together even harder, 'Greedy girl, cant fuckn get enough huh?' He groans between breaths, hot against your skin.
I shake my head, the only answer I can manage as I feel my walls twitching, closing around him. He can feel it too, his hips stutter, throwing his thrusts of balance. He bites my ear, lightly tugging on it before kissing my cheek gently, then kissing down my neck.
A stark contrast to the rest of his movements, it's enough to make my head spin. It's almost too much. I feel the blinding pleasure threatening to spill inside me, 'You wanna cum girl?' He asks against the crook of my neck. I nod my head enthusiastically. 'Words doll, use your words.' He breathes.
'Ye- Yes, please.' I manage, 'Wanna cum so fucking bad, Chief.'
He grunts, hand slipping from my throat to my breasts, working them roughly. Palming, squeezing, pinching 'C'mon, cum for me doll.' He says between pants and immidietly, I topple over the edge. Pleasure blinding me as he continues thrusting, continues to assault my breasts. My body begins spasming, and my knees go week, 'Bucky. . . Fuck-' I groan, but he holds me up. All my senses feel like they're about to burst as he prolongs my orgasm, stretching it out in an exhuastingly wonderful way. He bites down on my shoulder, squeezing my breasts, muffled grunts escaping him as his own body spasms and his thrusts halt, his member finally filling me with seed.
He collapses on top of me as we catch our breaths, im so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.
I close my eyes for a second, but doesnt register Bucky pushing himself off of me, or him gathering me in his arms and laying me in the backseat. I don't feel him wrap his jacket around me, or the ride home.
But I do rouse from my sleep as Bucky carries me into my room and lays me down in my bed, he kisses me on the forehead, 'Hey doll.' He whispers, a soft smile on his lips.
I panic slightly as I realise that I'm home, 'Mom n' dad?' I ask anxiously.
'I made a good excuse, don't worry.' He strokes some hair from my face, 'Sleep. You need it. I'll go easier on you next time.' He promises.
'Next time?' I ask, a tired smile covering my face.
'Next time.' He assures, and you drift back to sleep. He stands up and walks to the doorway, silently watching you with admiring eyes as he carefully closes the door.
He tells your parents a made up backstory and they understand, happy to see him. They invite him to dinner next weekend and he happily accepts, he'd do anything to see you again.
He thinks about you the entire car ride home, in the shower as he beats himself off and in the morning as he wakes up with a hard on from dreams off you clenching around him.
He can do nothing but count the days until he sees you again, guranteeing himself it will be a memorable occasion.
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Blood Ties Chapter 24
Series Masterlist
Warnings: Poorly written smut; pregnancy hormones absolutely get a warning
A/N: I kinda love this chapter.
There was a chill in the house without a fire being burned overnight. Too many walkers made the light a liability. You had your leggings and a pair of sweats, a long sleeve shirt and a sweater, your two pairs of socks, and your jacket. Carol was going to sleep next to you while Daryl took his turn on watch that night. The woman was the complete opposite of your partner. She was a human icebox.
“Jesus, Carol, your hands are freezing!” You could feel the frigid skin beneath the fabric of her gloves. “Here, put them inside my coat.” She was shaking her head even as you guided her hands under either of your arms, shivering from the sudden cold where you were much warmer. Maybe you’d tell Daryl she was staying next to you when he came to lie down. Sure, he’d grumble and groan, but he’d never let Carol freeze.
“Thank you.” The other woman sighed, moving a little closer to you. The archer had tucked the blankets around you before you had invited Carol to share.
“You’re welcome. Do you have enough of the blanket?” She nodded and snuggled against you, full on laughing when the baby gave her a swift punch to the midsection. “Yeah, sorry. Thumper is lively tonight.” You twisted your head around as far as you could manage to ensure no one had been disturbed.
“Don’t apologize. Probably just knows I’m not daddy and isn’t happy about that.”
She was absolutely right. At 34 weeks, the baby seemed to sense when Daryl was around, just as he seemed to know just when to put his hand over the swell to calm them. Moving from place to place was getting harder and harder for you. The groups of walkers seemed to be everywhere, each town full of the people who had tried to persevere, only to become one of the dead. Sometimes you would find a place, settle in, only to run two hours later. You were exhausted, physically and mentally, and Thumper could feel it. The baby would move relentlessly, only adding fuel to your anxiety and making rest impossible.
Until Daryl would intervene.
It started the same night he had first taken the weight of the baby for you.
Daryl stood there with you for at least an hour, bracing you against him and giving your bones and muscles a well deserved break. When he began to tire, he simply walked backwards to lean against the wall. It wasn’t until you were nearly falling asleep, he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroll, an extra blanket on top of it to give your body some support. He was expected to take watch soon but they would come collect him when it was time. So he crawled under another blanket with you, molding himself around your back, still without a single word. You were warm and felt safe, but once you had tried to sleep, Thumper became restless; rolling and kicking until you were nearly sobbing with exhaustion.
“Baby, please, mama’s so tired. Please, just—”
“Listen, kid.” You had barely registered that Daryl had moved at all, holding himself up on one hand while he leaned over your side, the other hand planted firmly on your round abdomen. The tone he used was one you hadn’t heard from him before: soft but serious, no nonsense but comforting. “Ya gotta give your mama a break. World ain’t great out here right now, an’ she needs to sleep. I promise ya ain’t gotta be scared or—or nervous. M’gonna make sure you an’ your mama are safe.” You didn’t say anything, didn’t move, barely breathed. While the baby didn’t go still, the movements calmed to flutters and ripples. “There ya go.” When he started to lie back, he caught the look on your face and flushed, ducking his head. “Book says they can hear ya. Thought it might help.”
His damn books. You could kick yourself for how frustrated you’d get with him when he only ever used the knowledge for your benefit. “It did. My god, you’re the baby whisperer.” You smiled, snuggling against him. “You’re gonna be the best daddy, Daryl. I hope you know that.” You were met with nothing more than his breath against the back of your neck. “I love you.” There was a flex of his fingers on your stomach, proving he was awake. You never said it with the expectation of him saying it back. It was simply part of your process to continue reassuring him that this was his family. He had a partner and a child, both who adored him. With your hand on top of his, the three of you slept.
No one woke him for watch.
He talked to the baby constantly now. Not one of those dads that used your bump as a pillow and had full conversations with the fetus, but would check in, let the baby know what he was doing. Whether a boy or a girl, Thumper definitely already favored their daddy. That was something with which you were fine. You wanted their relationship to be special. You weren’t afraid of not bonding with your child, but worried that Daryl feared he would never do so himself. That he might even let that fear sabotage him.
As if keeping time inside your womb, the strong movements intensified, Thumper now expecting the presence of their father; demanding it, even. With a sigh, you opened your eyes. Carol wasn’t asleep, but smiling tenderly, finally having found some warmth even if it meant cage fighting with your unborn child.
“S’this?” Came a rough whisper from above. You simply rolled your head to meet Daryl’s curious gaze and caught Carol’s elbow when she immediately tried to remove herself from the equation.
“Carol’s cold and Thumper says you’re late.” To the other woman, the archer probably looked angry but you knew that look. The furrowed brow and squinted eyes.
“Well, ya gonna make room or what?”
He didn’t like the idea of Carol in his space. He didn't need to vocalize that, and he didn’t. Carol removed herself almost completely but didn’t attempt to find somewhere when she found you watching her. You knew she’d try if only to ease Daryl’s discomfort. You weren’t thrilled that he’d be ill at ease but Carol needed to be warm and the man was literally a walking fireplace. You’d be between them, looking at him, while the three of you shared warmth.
It took a good amount of effort—and Daryl’s assistance—for you to roll over. The woman now at your back was whispering apologies at not being the one to move when you waved a hand at her.
“Just lay down, Carol.” You laughed as quietly as you could manage. “Snuggle as close as you can to me, okay?” Her blue eyes lifted to Daryl, now propped on his elbow in front of you. He gave her a nod before you felt the blankets being arranged and her front against your back. Her presence didn’t bother you at all. And you could have told her that Daryl would have never let her lie where he was anyway. It would mean there was a door behind you and he never let there be a way for a threat to get you without going through him. You were too tired and ready to snuggle into a warm chest. You could tell her the next day. When everyone was settled and still, you smiled tiredly at him. “Hi.”
He didn’t get to answer before practically your entire stomach shifted with Thumper’s movement. “S’like watching a fuckin’ alien movie.” Daryl grunted, fingers working down the zipper of your jacket enough to slip his hand inside and splay his fingers open across your belly.
“Don’t say that.” You whined. Your nightmares had been plagued with imagery of a walker baby gnawing its way from your womb. You hadn’t told him about the dreams, didn’t want to put the idea in his head that it was even a possibility. True to Dixon form, however, he surprised you.
“I think ‘bout it too.” He whispered, his hand gliding back over forth over your abdomen. “Wouldn’t be no heartbeat when Hershel checks ‘em though an’ s’there. Everyday.” You sighed deeply, smiling like a lovesick idiot and snuggling against his chest while your baby already began to settle beneath his palm. “What?”
“Just thanking my lucky stars, as my daddy would suggest at this moment.”
Daryl snorted. “What for?”
Carol shifted at your back and hummed in her sleep, her body already warm against you. “You. Thumper. This little family.” You wanted to be closer to him but without crawling under his skin, it wouldn’t be possible. And yet you were wrong. Daryl moved, angling his hip toward you so the weight of the baby could rest on him instead of pulling toward the floor. From that position, you were able to press almost flatly against his chest in complete relaxation. “Goddamnit, Daryl Dixon, I fucking love you.”
He hummed, nuzzling his cheek against your head. “So ya keep sayin’.”
“And I’ll keep saying it, too. Get used to it.”
Another day, another drive. It was cold. The breeze from Daryl’s window wasn’t helping anything, but you dared not speak it. Even with the ventilation, all you could smell was the burning tobacco. Why the man would be smoking after pneumonia nearly killed him was something you probably would never understand. Regardless, he was considerate about it. He always made sure the smoke was never blowing in your direction. It wasn’t even something that you found unappealing. Quite the opposite. Daryl made smoking look like less of a habit and more of something that was just a natural part of him. Even with your super senses, the smell didn’t bother you. It never had.
And it wasn’t bothering you at the moment either, but that didn’t matter. He was.
“You realize that you nearly drowned from fluid in your lungs just a few weeks ago, right?” It was a jab, unnecessary and was meant to make you feel better, but couldn’t have been further away from that result. Absolutely no one would have missed the way he clenched his jaw, barely relaxing it enough for the next drag.
“Ya realize that bein’ pregnant ain’t a excuse to be a bitch all’a the time, right?” There was an immediate spasm of regret in his expression, his hand tightening on the wheel. “Didn’t mean that. M’sorry.” Kudos to Daryl for not holding in an apology after snapping, even if the apology wasn’t need because he was 100% correct. You slumped down in the seat. One hand rubbed your itchy belly while the other reached for his forearm and squeezed it gently until his grip loosened.
“Don’t apologize. I deserved that.” You knew full well that you were being unbearable, even if it was something beyond your control at points. You had laid into the poor man for commenting that he should go through the bags and grab you a larger sweater because you looked uncomfortable in the one that now had to stretch to accommodate the changes in your body. He hadn’t argued when you called him an inconsiderate dick and spewed off anger and insults that you couldn’t even recall.
“Nah.” He flicked the cigarette out the window. “Don’t ever deserve me or anyone else talkin’ to ya like that, pregnant or not.” Those pretty blue eyes were catching the sun just right to give them a crystal shine as he watched the road. You didn’t miss the way they flitted down to your hand still on his arm, nor did you miss his left hand start to move toward it but retract.
You gave him a smile, one that he began to fidget underneath. With a jerk upward of his arm, he prompted you to let go. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so you looked away, picking absently at the front of the oversized sweater he had dug out for you regardless of your tantrum.
Five and a half weeks left before you’d be roughly around forty weeks, which meant you could safely go into labor after the next week or so. While you were thrilled at the prospect of meeting Thumper, you were terrified of giving birth. So much could go wrong and there just wasn't the available equipment to ensure either comfort or safety. The thought of battling through without even the option of pain relief was daunting. You’d seen the movies, and though Lori had assured you they were all on the dramatic side, she did warn you that contractions were not still not fun. She refused to go through her birth story, wary of aggravating your nerves even more. She did add that every woman’s body was different and she couldn’t tell you much more than that.
So what did you do? Naturally, you grabbed up one of Daryl’s books. You had placed it back in his bag after only two pages, fear doubling with anxiety to tag team in constricting your chest. He wasn’t any help, having no time to read lately. He was going by Lori’s advice and what he was learning from your cues. He was doing the best he could and you were thankful for him, even if you didn’t always show it.
Glancing over at him, slouched behind the wheel with his left thumb dragging back and forth over his bottom lip, you felt a pulse between your legs. Even with that god awful poncho, he was so fucking attractive. You’d barely let him touch you recently. He never seemed upset about it, always just pulling you closer after the initial don’t touch me had worn off. He never tried again, never questioned. Just rolling with the punches to ensure you had what you needed.
And at that very moment, your body was screaming that you needed him.
“Daryl.”
“Hmm?” He didn’t look over but your tone was level, seemingly unbothered.
“I need you to pull over.” You licked your lips but he didn’t notice. Or maybe he did. The man had an eagle eye and an elephant brain. He glanced at you and then back to the road.
“Gotta piss again?”
Charming. “Yeah.” He always went with you now, standing on the other side of the tree so you didn’t feel like he had followed you into the bathroom. If he continued that trend this time, you’d beg him once out of sight and earshot of the group.
“One sec.” He blew the horn once, the signal to the group, and maneuvered the truck to the side of the road, just shy of the ditch. “C’mon then.” He got out and shut his own door but you didn’t move. Just as he knew your routine, you knew his. He rounded the front and opened the door for you, offering his arms to lift you from the seat and place your feet on the ground. There was a bit of strain on his face, but you tried to ignore it. The weight was from pregnancy. It’s the baby, it’s the baby. Don’t think about your weight right now.
“Thank you.” You patted his cheek and placed your hands on the small of your back, pushing your belly outward. “It’s fine.” You chuckled without even looking at him. The door had yet to shut which meant he was watching you instead. “Just stiff. Come on, I really have to pee.” Lie, lie, lie. You really needed his fingers stretching you open, his thumb against your throbbing clit. Maybe his mouth.
“Jesus, woman. Slow down.” He huffed, having no trouble keeping stride with you. He was, of course, concerned that you’d fall in your haste. You stopped at a large oak, biting your lip with a nod. A glance back revealed the group was beyond visibility, but you’d have to be quiet. That was going to be difficult with how wound up you were. “G’on. I’ll be right here.” His back was already against the rough bark. You were suddenly reminded of the bite against your skin the day he came inside you for the first time.
Daryl reached for his knife, intent on toying with it, cleaning from underneath his nails with the sharp tip but your hand halted him from even unlatching the sheath. With a frown, he looked you over. You watched the slow process toward realization.
“Don’t really need to piss, do ya?”
“No.” You were already dragging your sweats and leggings down to your knees, taking hold of his wrist and all but slapping his hand against your damp panties. “Please.” Using your grip to hold him still, you ground your hips down for friction that would surely bring some sense of relief. “Please, Daryl.” With a sigh, he stepped forward and turned you so that your back was against his chest. He must have been feeling frustrated. How many times had you nearly had his digits slipping inside you before your body changed its mind? God, your poor partner likely had balls as blue as his eyes.
“S’alright. Y’should know by now that I’ll do whatever it is thatcha need.” And then he was pushing your underwear down one-handed and his middle finger was dipping into your entrance, your body clenching around the intrusion before it began to pulse and pull him deeper. “Fuck.” Daryl dropped his forehead to the back of your head with a groan. You were nearly dripping but this time, the burning ache for his touch wasn’t going away.
“Please.” You said again, rolling your hips, letting out a squeak when your clit pressed into the heel of his hand. “I swear it won’t take long. I just—dear god, I need you.”
“I gotcha.” He whispered into your hair, pumping the digit in and out of your greedy cunt a mere three times before stretching you further with his index finger. The wet sounds accompanying his ministrations were absolutely filthy. “Christ, Y/N.” He was growing hard against your ass, the press of him against you nearly toppling you over the edge then and there.
“No.”
Another sigh from behind you and he was withdrawing with a gentle kiss to the back of your neck. “Better get back. They’re probably already—” The look on his face would have been hilarious if you weren't vibrating with a carnal need for him. It took all of three seconds for you to work open his pants and pull him free. There was a delectable hiss that you wanted to snatch with your teeth and bite into as if it were a living thing. Daryl’s hand shot out to brace himself against the tree as you fervently stroked him.
“This. I need this.” You were absolutely going to implode if he didn’t touch you soon. Time was limited. Rick would bring Glenn and T-Dog to search for the pair of you if you took too long. It was time to see if Daryl was even capable of a quickie. He’d always somehow managed to fuck you for what felt like hours. You spun and placed your hands against the tree trunk, jutting out your ass, your hip bumping into the head of his cock. The moment his hand squeezed just one hip, you knew you’d need to hold on tight.
One thrust and he was bottomed out, the stretch of it painful and exquisite. Just what you needed. He wasted no time, pounding into you like his life depended on it. He was likely wound just as tight as you were. You had never been intentionally teasing him, just reacting to the will of your indecisive, hormonal body.
Thank god that same body was craving what he was giving you.
His left hand slid around to support your belly, ever considerate of your comfort despite the frenzied state of his mind in that moment. Your clit was throbbing, begging for pressure and friction that you granted yourself for once as he skillfully plunged in and out of you, the head of him tapping that soft spot inside you that had you rising onto your tiptoes and bending as far as you could manage to open yourself up for him.
Daryl growled, an almost feral sound from deep within his chest, his thrusts growing sloppy. He was close but you were closer, already seeing stars with each stroke of your fingers. You continued to get lost in the way he was making you feel, forgetting to keep your own rhythm going. Fuck. He was going to throw you off the precipice without the need for your aid. “Right there! Oh god, Daryl—I’m gonna—”
“Ssh!” He released your hip in favor of bowing over your back to cover your mouth. He knew you too well. When his teeth bit down just to the right of your spine to muffle his own exclamations, you fell apart. Your walls clamped down on him, pulsing and squeezing until he shouted against your flesh, his hips stuttering against your ass. There was a rush of warmth inside you, welcomed and satisfying. After the spasms slowed in their intensity, Daryl gently, lazily thrust into you a few more times to ensure you rode every single wave. He didn’t slip out of you until you slouched with a contented sigh.
“God, I needed that.” You hummed as he pulled up your panties and leggings, adjusting them to be comfortable before doing the same with your sweats. “Thank you.” You whispered breathlessly, turning to face him as he tucked himself away.
“Ain’t never gotta thank me for somethin’ that’s yours, crazy girl.” The archer froze in the middle of securing his belt, staring at the ground somewhere between your boots and his. You found yourself unable to move as well, just blinking at him, wondering if that meant what you thought it did. His head was down but you could see him glancing back and forth between you and the dirt. When his hands released the leather, his right one circling your wrist, you held your breath. “Y/N —I, uh—”
“Hey!”
Glenn was one of the sweetest men you’d ever known but at that moment, you had never wanted to murder someone more in your entire life.
“You guys okay?”
Daryl grunted and let you go. “C’mon. I guess, they’re sick’a waitin’.”
You sighed but the words, the expression, the moment kept replaying as you followed him. Was he about to tell you that he loved you? It was such a strange feeling to somehow know that he did but feeling like that was made null by his unwillingness to express it. None of this was easy for him. I love you was something he had likely never heard in a way he could believe, from anyone who hadn’t at some point caused him pain. You’d wait. You’d wait forever if you had to.
They always said actions speak louder than words and his actions were absolutely roaring. You just wanted to hear it. Just once. Just wanted to be able to pluck the words from the air and lock them away in your heart to call back when you needed them during the times he couldn’t say it.
You were nearly back to the truck when it hit you and you stopped with a heavy sigh that had your partner twisting at the waist to glance back at you. “Ya alright?”
With a wincing smile, you begrudgingly admitted: “I really do have to pee now.”
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Anything To Help A Friend
Summary: Mason will do just about anything to help a friend.
Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!Reader
Requested: Nope
Warnings: 18+, minors dni, nsfw, pre-established relationship, fwb!mason, roommates, dom!mason x sub!reader, writer!reader, pet names (baby, good girl...), praise kink, teasing, references to other sexual partners, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), fingering, sort of a fade to black orgasm if that's even a thing, not edited
Notes: mason practically had his cock out in training and it made me write this 🤭 anyway, feedback is always appreciated and requests are open again
The ghost of a smile etches across your roommate's lips, Mason listening for the quiet whimper you would let out any time he kissed both of your hips. He tucked your panties into his back pocket, the feel of the lace against his fingers sends his cock rigid. He ignored it, pushed away the thought of him bending you over the dining room table that had been taken over by various notebooks, filled with half-arsed notes and your laptop. You were his first priority.
You were stressed, working yourself to exhaustion to meet deadlines for your second book. The success of your first book, a dystopian piece, where the two lead characters hate each other until they can't take it no more, had put pressure of you to deliver a sequel just as good.
But last night, you couldn't keep your eyes open as the two of you ate dinner, your head slumped against your hand. And when Mason woke up, you were already at the table, earphones stuffed into your ears, a cup of coffee in your hand, barely acknowledging him as he left from this morning's training, and he had to guess you hadn't moved all day.
He had enough. He was going to de-stress you.
"Let me help you," he whispers, lifting your legs over his shoulders to slot himself perfectly between them.
"I gotta finish this chapter," you mumble, the draft open on your laptop, demanding you to finish it.
He pulls you towards him, resting your bum on the edge, and watches you as he blows hot air against your clit. He likes how you squirm, the little gasp you let out.
"It can wait," he insists, waiting for your final protest, but it doesn't come. "Good," he licks his lips watching you nod your head, giving him the confirmation to continue, "now put your hands on the chair,-" you lift your arms, the wooden frame of the chair smooth and cold underneath your hands, "-and take it for me."
He buries his face into you, sucking in a sharp breath and groaning loudly as you started to fill his senses. You were there on his tongue, dripping into his mouth as he lapped it messily through your folds. Your arousal crawled up his nose, leaving his cock to strain painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He was intoxicated and dizzy, and mad for you.
You tip your head back, tightly gripping the chair so you wouldn't break the unspoken rule, and moan as Mason flicks the tip of his tongue back and forth across your clit. "Just like that," you arched your back away from the chair. Mason's hold on your thighs was just enough to keep you seated. "Fuck, how are you so good at this?!"
He chuckles, one hand leaving your thigh to wipe his mouth. "Don't think you want me to answer that." He licks his hand, sighing satisfyingly as cleans the traces of you off his fingers.
"Go ahead, tell me their names," you reply, "I don't get jealous; that's not us."
"I know it isn't," he pops his finger into his mouth, sucking until its covered in spit, "that's why I like us so much."
He pushes the tip against you, just penetrating the edge, before withdrawing and tracing it around your hole. He does again and again, teasing you, watching closely as you clench around nothing, showing your desperation to have him inside. He keeps going until you've nearly squirmed off the chair.
"Mason-"
"Okay, okay," he chuckles, kissing your thigh, his grin pressed against your skin, "I'll give you what you want."
Slowly, he inserts one finger, watching it be swallowed up by your cunt. He adds a second, his cock twitching as he feels your walls stretching to accommodate their width. In and out. In and out. Mason fixated on them, loved how wet they looked every time he withdrew them. Your were magical to him.
"Shit, just like that!"
"Taking them so well f'me," he praises, wanting to push your body to your limits and adding a third, "fuck!" He lets out a guttural groan, finding it hard at first to get his words out. All three fingers slipped easily in and out of you. "You were made to take my fingers, baby, taking 'em as good you take my cock."
You tip your head back, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling your body flush with more arousal, the ache in your stomach growing, worsened by his lips latching around your clit. The tight suction jerked your hips forward and you both laugh lightheartedly as Mason stops you from falling.
"Oh, my-" His fingers curl inside you, stroking the right spot on your front wall that has you squeezing them. "Yes, please-yes, yes-"
"Gonna come for me?" He relaxes his lips, switching to flicking his tongue back and forth over the sensitive nub. "I know you want to," he grins, the smug expression tugging loosely on the corners of his mouth, "I can feel it, you're squeezing my fingers so tightly, baby. What are you waiting for?"
"For you," you choke out, "waiting for you."
He raises his brows. "Waiting for me to tell you to come?"
You nod your head.
He drops your legs from around his shoulders, his fingers still pressed deep inside, edging you to you orgasm, and rises to his feet. "Look at me," he places his hand on the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him as he towered over you, "so pretty like this, eyes so dark and completely fucked out on my fingers."
You whimper at his words, the sound becoming strangled in the back of your throat as he presses his thumb down on your clit.
He drops his lips to your ear, whispering, "Come for me." He kisses the spot below it, remembering the first time he kissed it, how you arched into his body and shivered against him. "Let me help you, baby," he adds, rubbing your clit in slow circles to keep you on the edge, "don't hold anything back, I want it all - the stress, the anxiety, the tiredness - give it all to me."
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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘
Notes!: HIII, this chapter picks up a little more…and has some smut. Also how do you add links to previous chapters??? I don't know how this app works.Umm, that’s all I gotta say really fill free to give me submissions too! But y’all I’m obsessing over Ethel Cain give her a listen…ANYWAYS ENJOY. (sorry this took so long to write I was being lazy ngl and I FUCKING HATE writing on here it’s so hard)
Also be sure to read the first chapter!:3
Chapter one!
TW: self-image issues(briefly), Smut, self-pleasure (Ellie and reader are switches cause why the fuck are y’all leaving Dom/Ellie with blue balls), praise, humiliation (I can’t help myself), scissoring, And dependency and I mean DEPENDENCY
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↞ blood thirst↠
“I love you like a rotten dog, I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums, like a monster, like a beast, like something not worth loving back…”
Amidst the desolation of the city, nestled within the eerie confines of an abandoned bank, past crumbling cement barely holding form lay you and Ellie venturing deeper into the ruins. Outside, tall grass swayed gently in the rain-soaked landscape. Greenery curled beautifully through every crack of debris in the once-modern city. Coating old highways in fluffy fields of earth, and streets now flooded rivers as nature takes over once more. Sights that could have been radiant in a sense…If you weren’t worried about what could be lurking amongst the serenity. Your feet still throbbing with each agonizing step, fatigued from looting for hours on end. Leading up to Ellie finding a withered note about a stash held up inside the forsaken vault. However it didn’t quite mention the amount of infected roaming inside. While fungus within the old building wasn't unexpected, you hoped fervently that the loot still awaited, praying that the note wouldn't prove to be a futile expenditure of both ammunition and time.
Especially since Ellie had recklessly fired off her pistol, taking down a runner with a clear headshot, inadvertently alerting other nearby infected. "Ellie! G-god damnit!..." You scowled in frustration as she rushed ahead, swiftly dispatching another runner by sinking her switchblade into its skull. Left to fend for yourself, you quickly dropped to the ground, seizing a bottle and hurling it at a snarling infected woman. The glass shattered, slicing through her already rotten skin with added ferocity, eliciting a piercing screech of agony as you swiftly moved in, driving a blade fiercely through her neck ripping it through the jugular spurting the dusty floor in her fluids.
Without a moment to spare, you whirl around, deftly sliding your hunting rifle off your sore shoulder. With practiced precision, you tug back the bolt roughly and fire off a shot at another runner's head, splitting it into fleshy gore. Swiftly discarding the spent shell, you tug back the bolt again with a sharp 'cha-chunk!' before unleashing another round at a wailing clicker, its arms flailing wildly. The thick, fungus-ridden skin yields to your bullets, severing its leg and leaving the monster to shriek sluggishly as it attempts to crawl over, bleeding out.
Amidst the chaos of battle, you were abruptly interrupted as another clicker forcefully pulls you back into its chest. Your heart sinks as you catch a glimpse of its rotten teeth from the corner of your eye, prompting you to react instinctively by slamming your elbow back into its stomach. Your head snaps at the sound of Ellie calling out your name, alerting you to imminent danger. Sliding a crowbar across the floor, readying you to confront the threat ahead.
The clicker, unfazed by your attack, now poised to retaliate, lets out a piercing shriek, its clicking intensifying as it bares its teeth. Its head twitches with anticipation, ready to lunge at you once more. Until a loud growl ripped from your chest, as you curled your arms back, slamming the bar into the center of the bright orange cordyceps curling from its face. Quickly yanking the rusty crowbar back, as the clicker shrieks in agony. Straightening up pathetically in defense, only to be met with another forceful blow to the jaw, blood spurting as rotten teeth shatter under the impact. With a fierce strike, you snap its neck, much like the crowbar snaps in your grip.
With ragged breath and clenched teeth, you tossed aside the now useless scrap metal, hissing softly as you rolled your strained shoulder. "Fuck..." you huffed bitterly in frustration, kicking aside the mutant body with a twinge of guilt. Despite its infection, the brutality of the kill left a bitter taste in your mouth, causing your gaze to soften as you panted. This thing was once a person, despite its attempts to devour you. It had a name and a family, though, in the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but recall the harsh argument with Ellie when you had the crowbar in your grip.
How the fuck could she say that to you…. after everything? After Joel? You were the one who stood by her side, the one who rushed to her aid whenever she needed it... did you truly hold no significance to her? Did all those nights in Jackson simply vanish? God, you longed for simplicity, to be a normal nineteen-year-old again... reading her dorky comics, cuddling up in her bed, letting her play with your hair and pepper you with kisses while you read…..You hated how much this trip was affecting you…how it was destroying Ellie. She was the small sliver of normality in your life and she was seeping away through your bruised knuckles.
And that thought made your stomach churn with nausea…and your eyes to brim with tears.
You will not lose her.
You exhale shakily, running your bloody hands through your hair as you scan the area for your girlfriend. Muffling your horrified breaths with pants, you meet her fierce emerald gaze with dilated eyes. Luckily, Ellie seems preoccupied and focused on her task at hand. She pulls her blade from the runner's stomach, splattering her shirt with small speckles of crimson. With a dismissive scoff, she lets the body drop to the floor, wiping the blood from the blade before slipping it back into her jeans. "Are you okay?" she asks, despite her obvious exhaustion. You nod in response, swallowing a tight lump in your throat. "Yeah," you grumble softly in frustration. Still, clearly annoyed with her, she kept quiet she focused back on the mission opening the heavy vault with your help.
Half a cart of shotgun rounds, a dusty bottle of whiskey, and a few measly scraps of pistol parts.
How fucking pleasant.
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The scent of salt from the nearby ocean, once inviting, now filled you with revulsion. Despite your longing to escape the cold confines of Wyoming and glimpse the vast expanse of the sea, you were desperate to flee the perilous situation surrounding you. With arms folded tightly across your chest, you gazed up at the darkening sky and surveyed the dilapidated city below. Quietly approaching your companion, you observed her marking up the map, choppy brows knitted in concentration, lips pressed together, freckled cheeks glistening with the mist of salty rain. A gorgeous sight…if she wasn't a total dick…Seemingly unfazed by her surroundings, while you felt on the verge of collapse.
“We need to find cover for the night.” You muttered dryly, still bitter about the brief argument held that afternoon. And as much as Ellie hated it night was creeping in, a time usually welcomed back in Jackson— after a good meal, a long shower, all nuzzled up in warm blankets snug in the safety of your own abode. But to your misfortune, night only meant more threats. Even if there were less wolves on your ass, there were still probably thousands of infected just waiting for supper.
Despite her reluctance, Ellie silently acknowledged your wisdom, though she refrained from admitting it aloud. She understood the folly of persisting along her current path, recognizing it as a reckless flirtation with death. With a frustrated sigh, she acquiesced, nodding in agreement. "Come on," she urged, gesturing ahead, "I bet we can find rest in at least in one of these old buildings" With determination, she set off, navigating the somber, dimming streets, while you trailed behind, ever watchful for lurking dangers. Fortunately, the only sounds were the faint groans of towering skyscrapers teetering on the brink of collapse. As you both pressed on in search of shelter, the task seemed more daunting than anticipated.
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Silently, you and Ellie maneuvered through the fractured streets, her leading the way as you pressed on with a sluggish jog, ascending into elevated trenches. Every movement scraped your skin raw, leaving fleshy burns on your bare elbows. While flooded areas sent a painful chills through your buckled knees with each step. Despite the toll on your body, you remained vigilant, noting every sound, every flicker of light, searching for any signs of life among the desolation. In this world where society was but a tarnished memory, a mere fairytale within the elderly.
Infected weren’t the real threat out here…
Alas, your hopes were answered when your lover broke your dreadful thoughts with good news. “Hey! Over here!” Ellie's voice cut through the patter of rain, drawing you back with a quickened pace. You found her beneath the looming facades of the multi-business area, her gaze fixed on the few unbarred entrances. “Place is boarded up everywhere except those doors I’m gonna check it out, give me a boost okay?” she directed, and you complied, crouching down as she ascended onto your shoulders, reaching for the outer ledge of the second story. After a swift reconnaissance inside, she leaned down to lend you a hand, her grip firm as you hoisted yourself up, finally joining her on the second floor. Exhausted, you released a soft sigh of gratitude before turning the metal doorknob and stepping into the desolation beyond.
"Thank god," you grumbled, pulling off your soaked hood and clicking on a flashlight to illuminate the surroundings. With a sweep of your wrist, you took in the dismal remnants of what was once a gym: dusty weights, a treadmill, some deflated yoga balls. Grateful that the place seemed intact, you turned your attention to a corner where a few sleeping bags and an old mattress lay, seemingly dragged in. Your heart sank as you spotted crafted bombs and wolf snares, sending a shiver down your spine. "Shit," you muttered under your breath, scanning the area for any hidden dangers. "I don't think we should stick here long..."
Your comment caused Ellie's gaze to harden as she strode over, scouring the area for any clues pertaining to the blonde woman she was hunting. However, her search yielded nothing but old sleeping bags and a few meager cans of food, long since stored and forgotten.“…Been a while since someone’s been by….but we should probably get a look around..” she muttered bitterly, her disappointment palpable as she briefly glanced over a few old letters before tucking them away in her bag.
“Anything good?” You inquired, striding ahead to survey the area while your girlfriend let out a sigh. “Not really…just some shit about supplies not far off…might be worth a detour” she murmured, veering off in the opposite direction to inspect the locker rooms. Left alone, you explored the lobby and office area, relieved to find little of interest, though your nerves were on edge, despite anxiously looking for any hiding infected. But even so, you were graciously “rewarded” by the fucked up universe as you peeked into the staff room spotting an old vending machine.
A weary smile curved your lips, followed by a laugh of relief as you shattered the dusty glass with a spare bottle from your bag. Swiftly kneeling to gather up the old snacks, a rare find in a world where food not in a rusty can was a luxury. Unfortunately, your joy was brief before a loud bang and a screeching wail of infected broke the fragile peace. Without hesitation, you dashed towards the locker rooms, where you spotted your girlfriend struggling against a stalker. Who seemed to just sprung from hiding. With a swift motion, Ellie withdrew a switchblade and pierced the rotting it's jugular, ending the threat without a moment's hesitation.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" she growled, her voice laced with fury and adrenaline, as she yanked the blade across its throat roughly, crimson splattering her cheek as the life drained from the fungal corpse. Leaving it to convulse, choking on its own fluids in a desperate struggle for release before succumbing to death's embrace. While you watched her feeling time stop for a fleeting moment once more, allowing you to observe the intensity of her violence. A part of your mind flirted with forbidden temptation, finding a twisted pleasure in her brutality. Yet, another part of you couldn't help but feel a twinge of empathy for the victims—the lives you've taken on this path of vengeance.
She was the epitome of beauty and danger…
a sight that stirred warmth in your belly and sent your heart aflutter….
You feared her…ached for her…
for the touch of her skin and the soft praises she’d had once muttered…
This wasn't the same girl you fell in love with; she had morphed into something worse, plummeting down a path of vengeance too swift for comprehension.
But yet you were chasing and chasing loyally behind…whining for scraps or a soft pat on the head…
You were begging to feel her…to devour her….to become one…to become whole….
She was turning into a monster blindly walking towards vengeance….while you for grasping for the comfort of intimacy….like a wish flopping for air…helpless without water….
There was something horribly wrong with you….something too painful to define...an addiction that would leave you to curl up and vomit in her brief absences.
You gulp hoarding your unmistakable needs, rushing over quickly. Masking heat in your stomach…and a weight on your heart. “Fucking Christ, are you good?” You blurted out in a panicked rush, breathless. She nodded, her grip tight on the bloodied blade as she slid it into her back pocket. “Yeah…just fucking…came at me from the stall….” She muttered through heavy pants running her hand over her chest to relieve her rapid heart.
“Well….place is clear…..from what I saw..” You muttered sighing softly while she hummed in agreement finally looking around the large locker room a bit more. Her emerald eyes glimmered with determination as she approached an old generator, pulling at it persistently until it sputtered to life, casting the building in a white flickering glow. “Oh fuck yeah..” she breathed out, a fleeting smile gracing her lips, infecting yours with warmth. “Nice babe.” You praised softly, surveying the surroundings in the pale illumination before making your way to one of the showers, hoping for a stroke of luck. You twisted the dusty nozzle and out spewed a stream of green, grimy muck before gradually turning into a tepid, rust-stained flow. Cold and tainted, yet still a welcomed sight, at least for now.
"Hey, check this out," you exclaimed proudly, prompting the auburn-haired girl to turn her head with a soft 'yessss.' "You go ahead, I'll set up," you added, walking out of the locker room to respect her privacy. In the gym lobby, you rearranged a few dusty sleeping bags along with dragging out the desolate mattress, lightly beating them before fixing up a makeshift bed. After the brief chore, you plopped down, kicking off your worn-out boots and exhaling deeply to relax. Closing your eyes briefly, you welcomed the calm before Ellie emerged from the locker room a few moments later.
Her flushed skin glowed with cleanliness after scrubbing, while her choppy auburn hair, still damp, dripped water onto her freckled shoulders. She casually strolled over, clad in a simple off-white sports bra and gray cotton boyshorts, her lean body slightly bruised like yours as she effortlessly carried her dirty clothes, tossing them aside. Letting you shamefully take in her body…and her small clothed breasts…those toned thighs…You let out a soft huff to snap you from your thoughts. This wasn't the time…though when is it ever?… it's not like relationships past outbreak day were fucking normal themselves.
“I let some soap in there for you…sucks we can’t fucking wash our clothes” Ellie announced hoarsely, obliviously walking over to sit beside you on the pallet. "Thanks," you hushed quickly, masking your fluster with a dismissive nod, scrambling up to head to the locker room, cursing yourself silently as a gentle warmth enveloped your belly.
Seeking solace, you finally find relief in upcoming cleanliness, although it doesn't extend to your mental state. You rush to peel away your soiled clothes, shedding your sweaty, blood-coated shirt, along with your sun-bleached jeans, and finally discarding your dirty socks and muddy sneakers. Glancing at your bareness in one of the dusty windows, you feel a slight wave of sickness wash over you at the sight.
Your shoulders, still sensitive and flushed, bear the marks of clawing, while your breasts are tainted with dry blood from the wounds. Scattered bruises adorn your abdomen and back, some trailing down to your thighs, their origins lost in the blur of violence. You've been mindlessly treading this brutal path, cutting down anyone who crossed you or Ellie. Despite the numbness, you're reminded of your humanity; your body, despite its capacity for pain and damage to others, is still soft flesh, no match for metal or the knuckles of other survivors. You were going to scar…and what you couldn't show mentally your body was soon going to bear.
Yet, moments ago you were shamelessly ogling Ellie as if she hadn't shown what little care she had for your presence. You were a fool a stupid girl still head over heels for your lover even in this horrific state. You lacked any experience, except the few times you had slept with her or played with yourself in brief isolation. What makes you even think Ellie would be attracted to you like this? You're so desperate to cling to her as if things were fucking normal.
But they weren't.
Ellie's singular focus became glaringly clear: to eliminate Abby, no matter how unsettling or repulsive it felt to you. Despite your attempts to sway her, there seemed to be no amount of reasoning or demonstration of worth that could deter her from this path of vengeance. And you'll continue to follow and beg for touch like a weeping puppy lying belly up…. vulnerable to rejection….loyally staying for affection.
A soft sigh escapes your lips as you turn away from the mirror and step into the once-pristine shower. The cold water cascades over your bare form, sending shivers down your spine as it soothes the tension in your sore skin. Dirt and old blood trickle slowly down the rusty drain as you scrub harshly at your sweaty skin with the meager amount of soap on the old rag. Your nails ruffle and scratch harshly at your oily scalp, attempting to quiet your spiraling thoughts and the heavy weight on your heart. Despite the fleeting despair, your body still thrums with anticipation at the thought of your lover. Even if you try to mask it, to play off your fear and emotions, there's an undeniable attraction toward Ellie that cannot silence the flutter in your core. The strain between you too left you pathetically trying not to touch yourself to ease the wetness in your cunt…you both were fucked up…but still humans aching to be accompanied.
Though Ellie had discarded you plenty.
You could barely remember the last time you felt her body against yours. Head tilted back, bottom lip tucked gently under your teeth you reminisced Idaho…the start of your travels. Seeking shelter in an abandoned cabin escaping the snow blanketed the woods outside. Barely able to keep away from the cold..till her nude body was pressed up against yours under heavy fur pelts. Her dry lips dampened by your tongue between slow heated kisses….briefly parting when they brushed your neck…to the shell of your ear….till wrapping around your cold puckered buds. While her fingers pumped in and out of your weeping cunt. Swollen folds parted gently keeping her thumb occupied as it rubbed your puffy clit…pleading for you to keep still so she’d fuck you nice and slow.
“That’s it….keep making those pretty sounds for me…”
“Good girl…come on…you can take it….thats it…just like that….”
“Stay still for me baby…so fucking pretty for me….”
She cooed gently while her warm breath ghosted her cheek as she pecked your pouty lips sucking softly on your tongue as you whimpered into her kisses. Through your climax was interrupted, when a runner made itself known by slamming on the bedroom door. Awakened by your pathetic sobs for release…and shattering your longed intimacy…
The bittersweet memory hadn't helped you much as your eyes fluttered open once more. Your lips tugging into a soft pout as you pull your fingers from your puffy clit. Leaving your fingertips stickily glistened with arousal before you tip them into the cold water neglecting your desire further. Reluctantly you turn off the shower, deeming yourself clean enough for now.
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After drying off with a towel salvaged from an old bench, a sigh of contentment escaped your lips. Running your fingers through your dripping hair, you couldn't help but appreciate the semblance of cleanliness it brought. Rummaging through your cluttered bag, you were relieved to discover a slightly stained cami and a faded pair of panties. After a quick glance in the mirror, you noted the flush of your cheeks from the recent self-indulgence, the goosebumps peppering your skin, and the bruises accentuated by the lingering cold water.
So much for looking better…
You gathered your bag leaving the dim locker rooms to return to Ellie quietly jotting down in her journal perched up in the crappy bed you two would be sharing for the night. With her knees drawn close to her chest, the dark grey journal lay over her toned thighs, her copper hair spilling messily across her forehead. As she lifted her head at the sound of your soft footsteps, her emerald eyes traced your form. A gentle parting of her lips and a hitch in her breath caught your attention, before she quickly averted her gaze, shamefully closing her book.
"Dinner" was a somber affair, if you could even call it that, with only a few measly cans of vegetables to pass as a meal. Ellie had already devoured her portion long before you, a habit you'd noticed due to her tendency to avoid meals, though her reasons..she wouldn’t speak of and you wouldn't dare pry…Sitting quietly beside you in the muted ambiance, her emerald eyes flickered between you and the dim, dancing light in a repetitive pattern she had grown accustomed to. It was evident she had something on her mind, the subtle shifts in her posture and the nervous nibbling of her bottom lip betraying her inner turmoil. You sensed the weight of guilt hanging over her, yet you also knew her well enough to understand that she struggled to articulate her emotions. She had always been more comfortable with silence than words, a trait unchanged since her arrival in Jackson. Still as quiet and stubborn as the day you met her…yet you’re still hooked on her..like a puzzle to unsolve…counting the slow licks to the soft center. Waiting for a taste of the dewy core…to see her as weak and needy as you…
God..you could only imagine seeing her smile again…
Even if this was becoming a fatal chase…
Once your stomach felt uncomfortably full from the meager meal, you pushed what remained of your portion towards her, a new habit born from weeks of scraping by. It was a small offering, but you had grown accustomed to consuming little, barely able to stomach a plate of food even if you even had the choice. “Thanks.” Her muttered dryly in graciousness as she began to eat your fill. Her gaze softening as she looked over at you, like a stumped little girl in time out. “I….I wanted to say…I’m sorry for earlier…look I know you’re tired, and well do am I..” she paused with a harsh swollen mow of guilt between her chews before discarding the can next to her. Letting her hand rest on your bare thigh, her thumb tracing a soft pattern of affection. “I’m glad that you’re here…that you’re with me…I couldn’t have done any of this shit without you.” She added hoping for a sliver of mercy
Despite her attempt at an apology, it was quickly overshadowed by the sensation of her calloused hand coming to rest on your bare skin, sending a flutter through your heart like an excited child. You struggled to maintain a stern facade, inwardly chastising yourself for your weakness. Barely even able to remember your frustration. …"It's... it's fine," you murmured softly in response, your hand instinctively covering hers, a faint smile playing at your lips. "It was stupid…I just…well…we just..should get some rest. This whole thing has got us on edge..."
Ellie's gaze flickered as she listened. You knew there was so much she could say..so much she could do…But instead, she offered a soft smile in return. “right...I…I should..just sleep” she mumbled giving your thigh a firm squeeze, before leaning over to plant a gentle, apologetic kiss on your cheek. The gesture elicited a giddy smile from your lips, and without hesitation, you leaned in to capture her lips in a genuine kiss. Catching her off guard, Ellie gasped briefly before melting into your embrace, reciprocating the kiss with equal fervor. Her hand quickly moving to cup the back of your neck your lips brushed each others slowly with soft smacks. Before she pulled back making your heart immediately drop and a soft whimper to hitch from your throat.
“What’s wrong?….” She questioned tauntingly seeing you nudge forward attempting to chase her lips….” you want more?…” Ellie added in a rasped whisper making your thighs tense. While you straightened up eagerly sitting on your heels cheeks flushed in embarrassment for being so desperate.
But god….
That sly fucking smirk…
It made your stomach flip and chin tremble with a pathetic nod. “Please Ellie please-” You whispered till abruptly being caught off by her lips once more as she tugged you closer by the plush fat of your hips. Making your cunt ache between your thighs, scrambling to straddle her hips. While your hands curl into her Auburn hair tugging it gently. Heart fluttering, heat curling into the pit of your belly with each slow kiss. Your hips instinctively buckled for an ounce of abrasion. Drawing a chuckle from Ellie in return pulling back only to hush softly—
“So needy…”
Sending yet another pulse straight to your core followed by a small attempt to rut once more, till her firm palms groped your flanks in disproval. “Patience baby…” she cooed in a goading tone. Tilting her head a tad bit letting her nose kiss yours and her breath wafted your trembling lips…Absolutely charmed by your chase she leaned in tugging your bottom lip softly. Drawing a soft hitch from you, willingly parted your lips letting your tongue poke out testing her will.
But nothing….rather a gentle..
“Tsk….tsk….”
Concluded with a wet peck on your pout, and another erupting chuckle. Though, any other time you would find this endearing…or just as amusing. You found yourself rather frustrated…yearning for a move. “Ellie please…please just-“
You plead only to be rudely interrupted once more by a tug on your waist dragging your sopping wet cunt to rest on her bare thigh. Forcing a small whimper to escape your lips, and your head to shyly dip onto her shoulder. “What was that?” The aubrunette purred moving her calloused palms to cup your soft ass encouraging you to hump her femur…like a desperate puppy in heat.
Pathetically eager…you did just that. Mewling and whining letting your heavy breaths ghost her freckled cheek. So ashamed to admit how easily you could get off, with the help of your damp panties chafing your swollen sex. But you weren't the only one pleased..quite frankly Ellie was absolutely soaked���pulsating even but she was never simple….
“Hmph….mmph….” You huffed contentedly, nestling into her warm neck, inhaling the soft scent of sandalwood, while your palms gently pressed against her lean back, your nails barely grazing her pale skin. Your hips bucking joltingly, whenever clit bumped the start of her knee.
God…you felt so high…so stupidly drunk off her…
“Look at you…making a mess on my thigh…. you're so fucking wet aren’t you sweetheart…” she hummed calmly monitoring you with a fierce stare letting her nails curl into the plushness of your ass….You knew she was going to snap easily by the way her chest rose slowly in heavy hitches….
Along with the blossoming damp spot in her tight briefs…
And you were so horribly eager for it too, daringly tipping your head back in pleasure. Plush lips parted…eyes fluttered shut bouncing on her toned thigh, now glistened with your arousal. “Fucking Christ….” she growled softly underneath her breath, sitting up straight to smash her lips against yours. In such a painfully hungry way….as her hands slowly hoist your panty-clad ass up tightly gripping your under thighs. Forcing your breath to hitch and her warm tongue to invade your lips. Which you keenly accepted meeting hers in lazy traces accompanied but soft pants. While your hands trailed down from her chopper lock, and over her breasts cupping them in your palms, drawing a soft groan from your lover. Ellie pulled back, your swollen lip tucked between her teeth keeping her eyes locked on yours before letting go.
“So pretty…” she hummed flicking her tongue softly over your lips making you whine in return. “Please…El…” You managed to huff out once more as your lover panted wet kisses over your jaw..and down your neck letting her tongue brush over your neck. “Please what…come on baby you know better…” She remarked sternly letting her hands run down your bare thighs gently.
Flushed and consumed by lust, your mind blurred, succumbing to a familiar ache that pulsed like a second heartbeat, coursing through your nerves. You had no care for pride…or grudges you held all day. She was here…she was in your grasp….she knew just how to make you beg.
“Please….fuck me…”
Ellie smirked as she pulled away from your neck, effortlessly hoisting you off her thigh and flipping you onto your back. With cocky confidence, she leaned over you, her lips teasingly grazing yours before descending to assault your neck. Just like that, your prayers were swept off you…handed over so easily like a beautifully wrapped gift. Your breath hitched softly feeling yourself melt over her heated lips. Creating pleasureful bruises all over your sore body in marks…worthy of baring.
Departing briefly after proudly looking over the scattered hickeys trailing down to your collarbone. Ellie smirked resting her chin just above your heart while her hands gently palmed your clothed tits. “Mm gonna fuck you so good baby…just sit and look pretty for me…” she purred lowly. Moving to sit back on her knees, toned arms crossing deliciously over her chest as she shredded off her grimy sports bra. Ruffling her Auburn hair along the way triggering you to swoon over her beauty with ease. You didn't waste a second more sitting capturing one of the rose buds between your plush lips. Sucking softly, tearing a groan from Ellie's throat. Motivating you to edge on harder only to be swiftly put back in your place. When a sharp tug at your hair pulls you back from the hardened bud.
“Bold….” Ellie rasped with a snarky smirk dawned on her lips before securing them back on yours. While her hands busied themselves tearing off your own bra. Flushed and bare-chested, you obediently, let your back meet the firm mattress once more. By then you were so desperate for more you bucked your hips up against her toned pelvis, your thighs firmly clutching her hips. Your lover whined softly in return rolling her hips over the soft cries that poured between kisses. Impatiently tearing herself from your honeyed grasp she ducked. Flicking her tongue out to plant a long stripe up your bare tit to your collarbone. Trailing warm kisses down your heaving belly as while you struggle to catch your breath.
“You’re fucking soaked baby….” Ellie groaned firmly grasping your plush thighs and tugging you harshly down. Clashing the tip of her nose against your clothed clit. “F-fuck Ellie please…please I'm so…mmph..!” You desperately squealed arching your back over the jolt. While her warm tongue lazily traced your weeping mound tasting your arousal leaking out the fabric. “Mmph….so sweet…so fucking good….” Ellie whined lazily between sopping kisses, practically mouthing your clothed pussy drunkenly. Till she pulled back fluttering, her hooded emeralds open. Tracing the sight of your pulsing sex now lewdly nude under the white cotton of your panties.
That sight alone could've made her cum…
Quickly, Ellie shifts back in a blur swiftly ripping your panties down your thighs carelessly tossing them away. Parting only briefly to shed off her own underwear, to reveal her soaked pussy tucked under a neat auburn bush. You could feel your breath hitch over the sight of her puffy clit poking out from neglect, just before she hovered over again. “Fuck…I’m so wet…. ’m gonna make you feel so good, baby…” Your lover huffed brows furrowed, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, pushing your left leg up letting your calf rest against her chest.
You could feel your heart tighten looking up at the auburn-haired girl your pussy pulsing over that tantalizing smirk. “This for me?” she cooed slapping your bare pussy, chuckling over your pathetic jolts. You nod flushed and smiling lazily purring a soft-“Mhm~…” Ellie, amused by your provocative whine rewarded you by slotting her soaked pussy against yours. Earning a long whine from your throat as your clits bumped each other. “F-fuck….oh f-fuck….” You mewled quickly grasping Ellie's slender hips as she began to rut against your pussy. As if you couldn't get any wetter…
“A-ahh…hummph……fucking….Christ baby….” Ellie huffed, her head tilted back her eyes fluttered shut. While her voice delectably trembled to a whine much like yours. Your mind was completely fucked, your eyes so lazily hooded, your while skin glistened with sweat. The room slowly reeking of sex along with an obscenity of the squelching noises and cries of pure bliss. “S-so good…” You babbled whining helplessly rolling your flanks to meet her eager pussy, your back arched painfully rough feeling her clit brush messily against yours. “F-fuck don't stop don't stop don't-” you added squealing over every rough slap of your cunts together.
Ellie grunted leaning down more, watching your face stir in desperation along with the gentle bounce of your tits. Nearly pushing your thigh up to your chest as she fucked you so lewdly, so rough, and animalistic. Making you swear you could see fucking stars. “Mm….you like that…h-ahh… ’m gonna fuck you so good baby…gonna cum all over your pretty pussy…” she growled sternly making you mewl and hump her pussy sloppily trying to chase your high. “Y-yes! Y-yes….F-fuck…Ellie!” You sobbed feeling heat run down the pit of your belly shooting to your weeping pussy. Till suddenly waves crashed quickly over you as your cum soaked her flushed pussy stickily.
Not sparing a second your lover squeezed your hips assuringly holding them up as she rolled her hips quicker. “El…El!…s’ too much!” you cry out softly in oversensitivity, while she used you to get off. “Come on baby… mmph f-fucking take it…take it pretty girl I know you can” she demanded roughly. Tilted her head to nip harshly on your calf muffling her moans against your skin. “Yeah…y-yeah…just like that baby…o-oh my fucking….” The auburn-haired girl whined her hips jolting, harshly rubbing her hardened clit against yours. Before one last rut forced her to spill over the edge, painting your puffy cunt in her milky arousal.
The two of you sat there for a moment, flushed and breathlessly exchanging fierce gazes concluded with messy kisses. Before the warmth slowly settled into a shiver….Ellie’s body, now resting tiredly at your side. Your eyes locked on the dark ceiling above you…listening to the soft patter of rain coming to an end. While small leaks dabbled down to your bare skin….The sun was rising trailing in through dusted windows, kissing your bare bodies…but frigidity remained….
Back to the hunt…
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Heyyy! Hope you're doing well!
Thinking about soft dom Inumaki rn tho. Like what if she was so soft but reader basically begged him to take more control, take more control, maybe use his cursed speech on them on minor things? Like scareming his name etc.
So yeah do with that request as you see fit lol
ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ yesss he needs some more attention like fr! i feel like almost no one talks abt my baby anymore like??? C'MON!!
I'm doing fine and I hope u do too! Thanks for the request and have a lovely day/night/evening!^^
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TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! fingering. nipple sucking (on fem!).
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!
"You don't gotta be so soft with me all the time Toge. I'm not made out of glass, you know."
Inumaki couldn't believe what he just heard. Where was that coming from? And what do you mean with 'not soft?' Did you want him to be rougher with you? Slap you? His questioning expression caused you to chuckle, turning around on your position on the bed, fully facing him. "I love how we fuck. It's just- maybe take more control? It's just that-"
He drowned out your words completely as he starred holes into the celling above him. Take more control? But how could he when his sweet little girl was just so breathtakingly gorgeous when she took what she wanted?
And you're wrong. For him, you are made out of glass, such delicate skin and angelic body almost too perfect to have a single rough finger layed on.
But on the other hand, you are is gorgeous girl so why complain to your requests? If that's what you really want, he would give it to you.
He didn't even knew what you were rambling about as his mouth moved almost on it's own without much mind too it.
"Quiet."
As if on cue, you immediately stopped talking, eyes widdening as you realized what he just did. You heart beats rapidly with excitement as you bit your lower lip when you noticed him crawling ontop of you, sly smirk adoring his handsome face.
He didn't have to utter a word for you to understand what was on his mind right now, moving your hand to your top in an attempt to strip naked.
"Don't do that." And again, you helplessly withdrawn your hand back to it's previous spot but this time, not on cursed command but solely on his words alone, big orbs starred up at him in anticipation. His gaze flickered between your eyes and lips before giving into the temption to capture your lips with his, sighing into your mouth at your delicate taste.
His hands explored your body, squezzing your breast in his hand while the other hand was occupied with finding it's way into your flimsy panties.
His lips parted from yours, directly attacking your neck with wet and sloppy kisses and licks, sucking marks onto your tender skin before returning back to caputer your neglected nipple into his mouth. You moaned at his actions, hands tangling into his white locks only to be slapped away and pinned next to your head.
His fingers played with your slick folds, small circles being drawn onto your clit as you bucked up into his touch needily. As his fingers slowly entered your aching hole he let out a groan at the feeling of your velvet walls sucking his fingers in so graciously.
Your breathing was turning heavier with each movement of his fingers, toes curling in pleasure as he hit that one particular spot inside of you. Sinful sounds escaped your mouth as your vision slowly blurred with the increasing of his finger's movements, hand desperatly clinging onto his head then his hand in an attempt to escape the almost too pleasurable feeling of both his mouth and hand working wonders on you.
He took your weak hand in his, interwinding your fingers to stop your pitiful actions. "Tell me how you feel."
A slight electric tingle went through your body at the cursed command, almost to deep in pleasure to answer. "T-too good! I can't- I'm gonna cum Toge! Sososo good!"
He hummed in content at your answer, attention turning back to your body as he drew you near the edge with every second passing.
With one last curl of his fingers your back arched into his touch, mouth falling open as praises and cries of his name came past them while you unraveled underneath him.
While you came down from your high you tried to break free of his grasp, only for his interlocked fingers to tighten their grip as his other hand worked on his pants. "Don't move." He said, slight whine flying past your lips as you licked your lip in anticipation.
A good talk always brings good outcomes, right?
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“Treat me rough, baby.”
Eddie Munson x female reader
summary: you and eddie fuck at hellfire:)
warnings: language, smut, blowjob, dirty talk, sexual use of sir, decrophylia, rough sex, sex in the drama room, unprotected sex.
a/n: this is my first full fic i’ve done in awhile! it’s not super long like my others, but it’s a start! it’s also what was most voted for in the tally so i hope it’s up to par:)
“I should be working, baby,” His hands squeezed the backs of your thighs, his lips warm and flush against yours. “Guy’s will be here soon.” Another kiss. “Be’ pissed if I’m not ready.” Another. “Gotta work.” And another.
Your relationship with Eddie was new, exciting. You were at the stage were everything was fresh. You couldn’t spend enough time together. You were always hot for his touch. Your belly was always in knots and you fantasized about him all the live long day.
“I know.” You relaxed into his touch, sinking into his lips with tiny nips. His back leaned against the drama hellfire table, arms around your waist as you disgustingly kitten licked each other. “But don’t you like kissing me better?” You smiled up at him, blowing his curl.
“God, yes.” You stood between his parted legs as he answered. “But, i’ll never hear the end of it.” His eyes were a deep brown, like chocolate. You wanted to eat them. “Just one more and then I gotta get back to work, okay?”
You pouted, but he quickly shut you up with a full kiss, his hand going to the back of your head. His tongue licked your teeth and pushed your own with his, breath hot against your cupid’s bow. Your pussy throbbed when he pulled away.
He looked so damn handsome in that chair, legs spread and strong hands writing away at a fantastic script for their campaign. He was so creative. You watched him with a finger at your lip, thinking of the way he defiled you. You wanted to taste him, and you couldn’t wait. Without him noticing, you walked to the other end of the table and crawled underneath, walking on all fours up until you got to his feet. He jumped you palmed his cock.
“What the-” He gasped, his chair being pushed back so you had room to kneel in front of him. “Y/n, what are you doing?!”
“What’s it look like?” You smirked, raising up to unbutton his jeans. “I’m gonna suck you off. Have a problem with it?”
His face flushed red, but he smirked cockily and leaned back into his seat. “Treat me rough, baby.”
You laughed and sunk down to kiss the tip of his cock that was now free, holding the base gently. You licked along the sides, making him gasp. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, closing his eyes as he shamelessly bucked his hips to your mouth. “Open those lips, sweetheart,” He huffed, opening his eyes. “Wanna feel that warm mouth.”
You did as he said and took him in your mouth, breathing through your nose as you took him fully. He moaned when he hit the back of your throat, and then he whimpered, dear god, he whimpered. It made you throb so bad you almost wanted to cry for him. Your noises of slobber and gags made him breath heavily, his hips bucking up and down as the tip of your nose grazed his throbbing cock. The curls of his hair bounced as he jerked his head up and down.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum,” He panted, no whimpered. “Fuck, fuck, get up.”
“What?” You pulled off of him.
“Wanna come inside you.” He stood abruptly, stepping out of his pants and boxers. “Turn around.”
You blushed at the demand and turned, gasping when he pushed you down on the table. You mewled when he lifted your sun dress, pulling down your panties. “Be a good girl and make those pretty noises for me, yeah?” He aligned his cock with your wet slick and you closed your eyes in ecstasy.
“Yes, sir.” You spit out the title with little warning.
He bottomed out with the first thrust, your torso squeaking loudly against the table with your skin dragging against it. “Fuck, I think I like that.” He moaned as you choked on your breath.
He gripped your hips and guided his cock in and out of your hole, his curls ghosting over your back as you were shoved up and down in a quick motion. “God, oh god, fuck,” Your eyes filled with tears and you let out a sob.
“That’s it.” He nodded, landing a hard smack on your ass that made your shriek. “Cry on my fuckin’ dick you little girl.”
He grunted oh so loudly above you, his noises making you clench around his slick length. You weren’t going to last much longer and neither was he. He felt his balls tighten and he pressed his chest against your back, pressing you against the table fully. “Call me sir.” He husked, his cheek against yours.
The weight of his hips punished yours in a bruising, painful way that irritated your skin, but the pain always brought you pleasure. You cried heavily, face twisted in euphoric pleasure.
“Fuck uh- fuck me harder, sir!” You begged. “Please, sir! Fuck..god, Eddie, god, I’m so close, please, oh my god!”
He picked up the pace maliciously and you both sang through moans and groans, and when you started clenching over his cock, he couldn’t keep up his dominance. He whimpered as he shot his load into your cunt. “Fuck, fuck , oh fuck-” His voice shook.
Tears dripped down your cheeks and you sniffled through your orgasm, shaking like a fallen leaf. You hyperventilated in his arms, collapsing your dead weight on the table, legs going slack. When he caught his breath, you felt his nose nudge your neck. “I didn’t kill you did I?” He chuckled breathlessly. “Check in with me, babe.”
You moaned back. “M’ dead.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things season four#joseph quinn#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson smut#lana’s shit post
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a smut request where eddie finishes a d&d meeting and then yk what happens hehehee
e. munson || nobody’s out here.
warnings: fem!reader, alternative reality where he doesn’t take chrissy home after the d&d campaign, fluff, oral (fem receiving),
It was a great night for Eddie, the campaign ended successfully. It made you equally ecstatic knowing this meant more time with Eddie.
You honestly didn’t understand D&D but it made him happy and that’s all that matters. When you saw him walk out of the school with that winning smile, you knew tonight was going to be amazing for you both.
“Looks like campaign went well!” You spoke with a wide smile, holding your arms out for a hug. “Better than that,” Eddie exclaimed, lifting you up and playfully spinning you around. “Eddie!” you squealed. “We had a crit hit from Lucas’ younger sister.”
You had no idea what Eddie was talking about. “That’s awesome, baby!” You grinned. “Come on, let’s go to the lake.” He took a hold of your hand a led you to the van. “Now? Tonight?” You asked, following behind. “Yup. It’s a beautiful night,” He chuckled.
You got in the passenger side of his van. You looked in the back of the vehicle, you saw fairy lights and blankets along with fluffy pillows. Before you could take it all in, Eddie playfully protested, “Hey! Don’t look back there.”
“Is all that for me?” You giggled. “Maybe.” Eddie’s eyes remained fixed on the road. “Alright~.” You flopped your back on the seat.
Soon enough, you had arrived to lovers lake. “It’s so pretty at night.” You sighed. Eddie got out of the car and walked around to open the door for you. “M’lady…” He extended his hand for you to hold onto.
“Thank you kind sir.” You replied with a smile, stepping out of the van. “I was kind of hoping you didn’t see the back, it was supposed to be a surprise for you.” He said, leading you to the well-made backseat.
“Sorry ed… I have to ask though, what’s all this for?” You crawled inside. Eddie joined you. He laid on his side, propping his head up with his fist. You copied his mannerisms. “Because, I adore you.”
A grin began to spread across your face. “Especially that smile. That pretty smile.” You didn’t know how to respond. “Eddie~”, You playfully called out his name.
“I’m serious! That smile, your skin, your body~” Eddie couldn’t resist temptation and moved closer, hovering you. His hair tickled your neck and your face. “Your hair!” You laughed as you tried to push him away.
“What? Is it tickling you?” He teased, shaking his head deliberately to make his hair tickle you. “Stop! Cut it out!” You giggled as you began to kick your feet around. “Alright alright… I just wanted to hear you laugh.”
You hummed as you began to wind down from laughing. “God you’re beautiful.” He muttered before leaning in closer his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. His hand meeting your face, cupping it perfectly.
His lips were soft and warm, molding perfectly against your own. Each kiss left you a sensation of being cherished and adored.
Eddie’s free hand wandered around your body, going under your pink body-con dress. “You know, I’ve always loved when you don’t wear bras. It’s just so sexy.” The sound of his voice sent shivers down your spine.
“You’ve noticed?” You breathed heavily. “I always notice,” He muttered, latching his lips on to the skin of your neck. “I think other people notice too. Why do you think all the other boys come up to you huh?” He mumbled into your skin.
“Gotta let them know you’re mine.” Eddie softly bit at your skin. You groaned slightly as you felt him grow harder.
“You are insane, Munson.” Eddie pulled up your dress, exposing your body to him. “Only for you…” He smiled before placing his mouth on one of your breasts and his hand on the other.
You felt as if you were entering Euphoria. The cool air from the cracked windows pouring into the van, yacht rock playing in the back, the feeling of Eddie’s mouth on your chest. It was perfect.
“Is it alright if I move down?” He looked up and into your eyes. You nodded rapidly. “I’m gonna need some words baby.” He chuckled at your neediness.
“Yes!” You whined with a soft whimper to follow behind. “Alright, love.” He moved down to your clothed warmth, his fingers hovered over the wet patch that was showcased to you.
The pad of his fingers carefully slid down the fabric. “Eddie, please do something…” You breathed. “Okay, honey.” He smiled, Eddie pulled your panties down. “Lift your hips, baby.”
You did as told, raising your hips up. He slowly pushed you back down. He laid kisses on the insides of your thighs, inching closer to your heat.
He finally attached his lips to you, harshly sucking down on your bud. Rolling his tongue around it. Eddie slowly inserted his middle finger inside of you, searching for the spot that would make you see stars.
“Shit!” You winced as you tightened around his finger. “You alright?” Eddie looked at you, concern etched on his face. “Yes Eddie, please don’t stop.” Your eyes shut tightly. He smiled, pleased with your response. He went back to what he was doing before.
His lips never left your clit as his finger continued to work inside you. He added his ring finger and you felt the cold ring repeatedly hit your lip. You bit your lip, holding back your moans. “Don’t hold back, doll. Nobody is out here.” Eddie slurred.
“Fuck Eddie… I- I think I’m close.” You spoke, breathlessly. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation. He sped up his fingers. “Yeah you gonna come for me?” Eddie smirked.
“Mhm…” You squirmed around in his hands. “Go ahead, love. Go on and be a good girl.” That’s all it took for you, those words and that voice.
“Eddie!” You exploded into a wave of pleasure, your body convulsing as you rode out the orgasm. You laid there panting and spent. Eddie leaned in to kiss you. “You did so good for me…”
Suddenly, there was a sharp tap on the glass of the van and a bright light coming through the window. You gasped as you searched for a pillow to cover your naked body up. “Shit!” Eddie looked back.
“Pack it up, kids.” The officer spoke as the glass muffled his voice. “Yes sir.” Eddie replied as he saluted. The officer walked away and drove off shortly after.
“At least he was polite enough to wait for you to finish.”
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My beautiful child! PT.1
Summary: Mile’s has a younger sibling who isn’t…human to say. Their a demon who cannot go into the sunlight,his parents knows and make them do online school. When he an his siblings go to a place where all the spider people are at…they decided they want a new child and Y/N is perfect material for them!
TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Nezuko,Reader is Miles’s younger sibling,Reader can talk they just make Miles say stuff or make him translate their muffled words,very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader wears the same muzzle as Nezuko,Reader is not a spider-person,Reader wears skirts and oversized hoodies with leggings because they can get hurt by the sun touching their skin but they still have no gender,The whole family knows about Reader being a demon and having to wear clothes to not allow the sun to touch them,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more
PT.2
Currently your sitting with your brother patting his head with your hand covered by your sleeve. He just chuckled even if he was tired you always made him happy. Just not to long ago you and your brother was cashed down by so many people and now here you to are hiding from them all until you two find a way back home. Miles held you close to his chest sorta scared and trying to protect you from everyone as your his little sibling, he’s got to protect you!
You just smiled or the best you could with your muzzle on as it stops you from biting people. You knew your brother was Spider-Man as you watched him get bit as you go everywhere with him or almost everywhere. Miles sighed a bit sad as he looked down at you, you were oblivious to much things but this place isn’t where neither of you need to be. “I promise Y/N, I’ll get us home, you can trust me with that. We’ll see mom and dad again, we’ll even visit uncle Aaron’s grave again when we get back home.” “Mmmmmhm!” “Yes yes I’ll get you your favorite dessert as well!” “Mmmhmmm!” Miles chuckled at your muffled happiness, he learnt how to understand you.
Soon Gwen and Peter B found you to, Miles put you behind him as he didn’t want you to get hurt. You were confused so you peaked from behind him. “Miles we just wanna talk” “Hell no! Me and Y/N are stuck here trying to go home and you wanna talk!? That’s bullshit!” It was obvious Miles was more pissed then ever since they got you involved with this mess. Peter B sighed while Mayday giggled and escaped her baby capture thingy as she crawled to you. “Look kid, we didn’t know that was going to happen” “And you just let him chase me!? No not just me, chase me and Y/N!? We shouldn’t be here that’s obvious but yet no one wants us to leave!”
Gwen watched as you and mayday played with each other, it was cute. She always found you a bit cute because you followed Miles like a loss puppy and your clothes just added more personality to you. Miles sighed. “Why do we gotta be here? We didn’t do anything wrong…” looking at your brother you Pat his head again and mayday copied you making Miles chuckle. “Your good with kids Y/N” you just nodded at Peter B’s words, what was there to say to him? It was obvious this was gonna be a long day and week so your ready to have your trust broken by many people soon.
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hi! i'd like to ask prompt 😈 ─ decide who has been the naughtiest and the nicest and give each other rewards & consequences accordingly ( can be funny/platonic or sexy/nsfɯ, depending on muses’ relationship ) with lip gallagher x maybe innocent northside!reader
thank you <33
who's naughty and nice || lip gallagher
pairing: lip gallagher x fem!northside!reader
warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY. porn. oh my god so much porn. lingerie. oral (m receiving). first time, p in v, unprotected. lots and lots of good girl. rambling poetically about sex and love. mention of a random ass made up ex.
a/n: what's one step above overboard? whats where i went with this request. enjoy!!
wordcount: 2k
inspecting the lingerie set lip had gifted you in the mirror, you can't deny. you look sexy. it's a red set with fluffy white trim, perfect for christmas. your parents were out of town for their anniversary. the two of you have the house to yourselves.
"what do you think?" you ask, turning from your shoulders so your ass remains on display to your boyfriend where he sits on your bed. he's got a shit-eating grin on his face, reaching his arms out and beckoning you over. "hold on!" you remark with a giggle, "i've got to put on the finishing touch."
you fish a matte red lipstick out of your makeup organizer, forming your lips into a perfect o. you apply the lipstick, looking him in the eyes as you place the cap back on and toss it onto your desk.
"pretty baby," lip drawls. "fuck- c'mon stop fuckin' teasin' me. jesus!"
he's wearing a christmas sweater you'd bought for him paired with a pair of boxers, jeans long since discarded. you can see the obvious tent, and you grin.
you sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. "you've been so good to me this year," you murmur against him.
"yeah? 'm i on the nice list baby?" his pretty eyes stare into yours, twinkling in the light of your desk lamp. "y'gonna give me a present?"
you giggle, nodding and kissing his cheek before crawling over to straddle him. his hands fall so easily to your hips and you revel in the warmth of his skin against yours. time like this with lip is precious. the quieter times, just the two of you. you cherish them.
"my pretty baby," he whispers. it's reverent. he never thought he had a chance with you. "my girl. my smart girl, my kind girl, my sexy baby. all wrapped up like a perfect fuckin' present. and all f'me, too."
a whimper passes through your lips as he bites at your neck, soothing the skin with his tongue. he grinds his hips up into you, holding you down against him. "whatcha wanna do tonight? anythin' you want, no pressure or anything. 's just me, yeah?"
"i know," you coo, running your fingers over the heated skin under the hem of his sweater. "i..." you trail off, biting your lip and feeling your skin flush. god, why was this so hard? it's just lip, you tell yourself.
one strong hand lands under your chin, tilting it up. his voice is soft when he speaks. "hey, kid, look at me, yeah?" he's good to you. god, he's so good to you. you look him in the eyes, face burning. "hi baby," he whispers.
"hi lip."
"there we are, lemme see that pretty smile." he kisses your forehead, each of your cheeks, your nose, and then your lips. "listen, you don' gotta be scared, or embarassed, or anythin' you're feelin' right now. i can see the gears turning in that pretty li'l noggin of yours." he taps the side of your head and you giggle.
"lip... i wanna," you suck in a soft breath, tummy flipping as his thumb rubs your cheek. "i wanna suck you off."
lip swears under his breath, pupils dilating ever so slightly as he bites his lip. you can tell he's eager. "shit- baby girl," he grins, pressing a kiss to your lips. "'m not gonna say no t' that. are you sure? i know y'never-"
"i want to."
you're firm, ready to try something new for your boyfriend. he gives so much, pleasuring you with an intensity you've never experienced at your own hand. you want to offer the same to him.
a grin spreads across his face as eager hands strip off the christmas sweater. your fingers trace over the newly exposed skin, trailing down until they brush the waistband of his boxers. you slink down, keeping eye contact until you're level with his hips.
lip watches in wonder as you trace delicate, curious fingers over the outline of his cock. he's hard, and so so warm under your hand. his own hand comes to hold your cheek, gentle and reassuring. it's so easy to love him, you think.
you press one chaste kiss to the head before your fingers pull his boxers down. "tell me if i'm... tell me if 's not good, okay?
lip chuckles, "sweetheart, if lizzy fuckin' walker can do it you can, m'kay? y'gonna do great." your lips form a stubborn pout, eyes narrowing as you look up at him. "shit- yeah, no ex talk. 'm sorry baby."
he pats your cheek sweetly, "you're gonna be fuckin' perfect. i promise." his smile is genuine, cheeks rosy, chest rising and falling with soft breaths, and you wonder why you had ever been scared.
you sink down again, salty taste meeting your lips as you take just the tip into your mouth. he's thick, barely enough to fit into your hand, but you're determined. you take the base in your hand, pumping in soft strokes the same way you've seen him touch himself. a grunt falls from his lips as you take him deeper, swirling your tongue around the head.
"easy baby, teeth," he murmurs. "tha's it. good girl."
you pull off of him, stroking him a few more times before licking him from base to tip. you squeeze your thighs against each other as you press wet, open-mouthed kisses along his length. "lip, y've been so fuckin' good to me," you tell him, sending vibrations through him and tingles up his spine. "wanna treat you the way you treat me."
lip groans as you lick over the tip, taking him a little deeper than before. the feeling is addictive, you can feel his heartbeat throbbing through the vein that runs along the underside of his dick. "shi- shit, pretty baby," he whines. he fucking whines. it's exhilarating.
you pump him quicker with your hand, swirling your tongue all around what you can fit in your mouth. his hands are gripping your hair, gentle tugs here and there as he starts to lose himself in the pleasure.
you're soaked, the lace of the pretty panties he had gifted you becoming tacky with the feeling of your arousal. lip coos down at you, "pretty baby, so good to me. y'feelin' good? huh?"
you draw off his cock again, keeping your lips seductively parted as you peer up at him. you nod slowly and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. lip's hands move from your hair to your waist, yanking you to him.
"my pretty fuckin' present. lets get this off'a ya," he murmurs against your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he unclasps your bra. in an instant his hands are on your tits, caressing the soft skin. "all soft 'n willin' 'n pretty f'me, yeah? my good girl."
"lip," you murmur, your speech slurring against his mouth. "i wan' you t'fuck me."
"baby-" he gasps, fingers playing with the little ties at your hip. "wanted this so bad, didn' wanna ask-"
"shhh, please. jus-" you break off into a moan when lip sucks your nipple into his mouth. "ah! jus' fuck me, please i want it."
in one smooth motion you're flipped on your back, whining at the force of it. his hands pull at the strings holding your red panties up until the fabric hangs loose. you could never get tired of this. he's so pretty, so sweet, his blue eyes keeping yours in a steady gaze as he pulls your waistband down slow, slow, slow.
warm breath fans out over now bare skin, goosebumps erupting over your whole body. "so fuckin' perfect. lemme kiss ya, sweet girl."
you whine when his lips make contact with your clit, placing one chaste kiss there before paving a trail up your body. a string of hickeys and bite marks is left in his wake until he arrives at his destination.
then, he kisses you like he needs it to breathe.
which, truthfully, he kind of does. you're his resolve. his shelter.
"'m gonna be real good t'ya," he whispers, like a promise. "you want me t'stop, or do anythin' different, y'just tell me, okay?"
you smile at him, leaning up to kiss him once, twice, until you can't breathe. then you tell him, "i trust you."
"good, tha's how we want it." his hands are gentle along your body, fingers dipping into your core. his thumb ribs your clit for a moment, just to hear you whine, before one finger slips so easily inside you. "fuck, baby, y've never been this fuckin' wet. think you can take another?"
you nod, moaning as a second finger fills you so deliciously. it's so good. he's so good. you buck up against him, craving it harder, deeper. "please, lip, need you."
"shhh, i know. my good girl." lip lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly.
your head tilts back with a sweet whine as he fills you. lip's feeling it too, a soft groan falling from his mouth as his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. your skin together is so warm, the feeling so intimate. you could never feel anything but this when you were with him. warm, safe, adored.
his hips have stilled, cock deep inside you and throbbing with the feel of it. "c'mon lip, please?" you ask, voice soft and quiet. with a whisper of a kiss against your chin he starts to move, and god, it feels like heaven. you watch with curious, lidded eyes as his hips move against you. the way his abs flex, the way his chest heaves with every stroke, it's all too much.
the feeling builds, and lip smothers your cheek with kisses. "so good, fuckin' tight as shit. squeezin' the life outta me, jesus."
you whimper his name, grabbing onto his arms and relaxing your body. "wan' it harder- come on handsome," you beg.
his teeth bury into your shoulder as his hips speed up. "tha's my girl, takin' it so well. how y'feelin? good, huh?"
"g-good. so good."you can barely speak, whines and babbles spilling from your parted lips while the white hot coil in your stomach twists just that little bit tighter. "'m close, fuck! i'm sorry i-"
his lips silence your words as he fucks you harder. "don' say any of that, y'doin' so good."
you begin to lose any semblance of focus, eyes darting about the ceiling tiles as the wave of your pleasure begins to crest. the sounds of the city, the quiet hum of the fan, the music playing from your ipod in the corner, all of it fades. all that's left is the obscene sounds of skin on skin.
one rough palm meets the underside of your knee and he murmurs against your skin, "this 's gonna make it feel better." he hooks your leg around his hips, pushing in deeper and drawing a lewd moan from you. "that's it. you gonna cum f'me?"
"y-yes! fuck, yes, lip-" your thighs begin to shake as your orgasm builds, teetering just on the brink of being washed over with pleasure.
the moment the rough pad of his thumb brushes your clit, the tension snaps. you throw your head back with a chorus of curses and moans of his name. your vision goes white and your body goes limp, letting go and choosing to feel. feel the way his hips begin to stutter, the way his hand eases your clit through it, the way his mouth buries itself in the place where your shoulder meets your neck and whispers a sweet string of praises.
"w-where," lip asks, "fuck- baby, where?"
"inside," you whimper. "don' care- please," it sounds restless coming from your lips.
he cums inside of you with one final stroke, body going limp on top of yours, and then it's all sweat sticky skin and soft kisses and whispers of your affection. he praises you like never before, whispering how good you've done and how pretty you are. his pretty girl.
when you've both come down from the high, after you've showered, indulged in your full nighttime routine, and made lip do the same, you lay limp and sated in his strong arms. one hand finds it's place on your ass, the other circling gently around your shoulders to hold you close to his body.
"merry christmas, pretty girl," he murmurs.
"merry christmas lip."
end.
my masterlist. my winter sleepover.
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gorgeous (5) — sunset and vine.
— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau
( by yawneneteyam )
— gorgeous, sunset and vine !
"I hate that you don't look bad" y/n sighed as she opened the door to the main entrance. she didn't wait for a response before trudging back towards the staircase. neteyam chuckled before following her.
"if it means anything, I think you look great," he took in her messy hair and flushed face.
"yeah the dressing gown is a really good look," y/n rolled her eyes. it was a pale blue with small white flowers over it. neteyam envied how soft it looked.
y/n's dorm room was one of the closest to the stairs, so she was happy that she didn't have to walk anymore- neteyam was too. neteyam coughed into his fist as y/n opened her front door.
"this is it," it was small, cozy, "nothing special," she sniffed.
"it's nice!" neteyam shrugged his backpack off his right shoulder putting it by the door.
eventually, they both got on y/n's bed and got out their laptops and books. they were both slow to start on their work, too eager to speak with each other. it was approaching the late afternoon when they called for a break.
"have you taken any medicine today?" neteyam asked, clearing his throat. y/n noticed that he was frequently checking in on her, even though he sounded worse than her. neteyam was too caring and prideful for his own good.
"yeah, this morning" y/n nodded, stretching her arms above her head. He watched as the candle sitting on her window sill flickered and hit her skin just right in the darkness. the sun was beginning to go down. "I should probably take some more," y/n sniffed, getting up from her spot in bed.
"I can put a movie on or something if you want?" she pulled out a packet of cold and flu tablets. "Or a tv show?" neteyam knew he could stay for much longer, his mom and dad would expect him home for dinner- but he couldn't say no to her.
"yeah," He nodded, "yeah, we can do that"
neteyam was slow to lay himself down on her bed, but when y/n giggled at his apprehensiveness, he laid down quickly with a roll of his eyes. she offered him some medicine, he declined saying he would be fine. y/n knew he was being stubborn and prideful. so she slipped her spare packet into his backpack with a sticky note attached to it.
you're too stubborn, take care of yourself! was scrawled onto the post-it, with her snapchat handle written on there too. she crawled back onto her bed, with neteyam holding his laptop, some streaming service on the screen.
they decided on a movie. quiet chatter between them as the movie played. the sun how now set and neteyam had fallen asleep. y/n closed the lid of his laptop with a smile. she put all of his books back into his bag with the rest of his things. she could hear his chest rattle as he breathed, with a shake of her head she wished he would watch after himself better.
— gorgeous, sunset and vine !
y/n let neteyam sleep for a little while before waking him up. "nete, you've gotta get up- it's getting late," she whispered. neteyam began to slowly stir, a few coughs breaking away from his mouth. he was quick to cover his mouth, realising how close she was to him- mumbling a quick and embarrassed apology.
"what time is it?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"around seven?" she wasn't entirely sure to be honest.
"shit," he rubbed his eyes, "I better get home before my mom starts to worry,"
"I'll walk you downstairs,"
"yeah just let me pack up my-" he paused, realising his stuff had already been put away for him, "thanks y/n,"
"it's okay," she shrugged, trying her best to not shyly avert her gaze to the ground. y/n took off her dressing gown to walk neteyam downstairs, knowing most of the girls would be downstairs for dinner.
"thank you for coming Neteyam," y/n noticed a few girls eyeing neteyam from behind her.
"always, I'll send you my half of what I did," he smiled.
"yeah cool, whenever you can"
"still good to sit with each other on Tuesday?" he covered his mouth as he coughed again. y/n winced, hearing the crackle of his chest.
"yeah if you haven't died," she playfully nudged him, "go home and rest,"
"I was but some girl made me come to her dorm," he smirked.
"oh whatever," she rolled her eyes, opening the door for him. "get out then," y/n chuckled, lighting pushing him outside.
"I will," he smiled, "night y/n, go to sleep early,"
"take your own advice for once yeah?" she crossed her arms. he watched her as she leant against the doorframe, her hair was sitting perfectly- he wished that she could see how beautiful she looked.
"yeah, sure" he nod
— gorgeous, sunset and vine !
I seriously couldn't help and not make Jamie towa'an its just so funny to me???????? I am actually hilarious. okay here's the fifth part, more progression between y/n and Neteyam <3 also the little speech bubble without an arrow shape was y/n thoughts!!!!! let me know what you want to see in these, etc. all the love!!!
#•°. * gorgeous smau#neteyam x reader#neteyam sully#neteyam x y/n#neteyam headcanons#netyam smut#*࿐ neteyam#avatar x reader#avatar#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#avatar 2022#avatar fanfiction
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i’m holding my breath for you
Characters: Tasm!Peter Parker
Relationships: Peter Parker/Reader
Summary: Reader regrets her time with Peter and attempts to push him away to get her friendship back. Peter does not take it well. Smut ensues.
Warnings: Blood, Fingering,Loss of Virginity, Floor + Counter Sex, Creampie, mildly dark!Peter, Possessive Sex
A/N: There’s a read more because this gets smuttyish pretty early. love creepy peter, hes just a liddle freak 😭. this is the unexpected second part of a story i posted in june-ish. read the first part here!
It had happened, it was real.
He got to touch the untouchable-make you cry out and cum and squirm. He did that. He had been the first to do that.
He’d wanted to fuck you-either with his fingers or his cock-but you were way too spent. He teased you relentlessly in the shower-chasing water droplets that ran over your body with his mouth, touching you all over, kissing you roughly against the shower wall.
You were irresistible, adorable, as you shied away from him, trying to keep his hands above your waist.
“I don’t think…I can’t…”
You could. You could come again. Over and over and over until you couldn’t stand. But he didn’t want to push you. That had been your first orgasm with another person. Stamina could be worked on later.
You were in your head, too. He could tell. You were never the most talkative but there was something going on between your ears he desperately wanted to know about.
Did you regret it? What happened?
Fuck. Did you not trust him anymore?
Was there a way for him to regain that trust?
-
He corners you in the kitchen, the smallest room in the entire apartment. It was very easy to do, given how small you were in comparison to him.
“We have to talk.”
“About what?” You turn away from him, trying to organize the groceries you bought on your measly paycheck. There wasn’t much, and he could tell you were avoiding him. You could only pick up and put down the same clementine before it became personal.
“About…that.”
“No, we don’t.”
His heart breaks a little.
He thought he’d made his case very clear and apparent.
He was in love with you. Had been for a very long time.
“I haven’t felt the way I do about you since…”
The silence lingers heavily in the kitchen. Your spine is ramrod straight, shoulders tensed. And you’re not looking at him.
Looking like a perfect soldier. Looking like you weren’t human, but a perfect robotic clone. The portrait of frigidity.
His stomach twists. Okay. Alright.
“Forget I said anything. We can just…we can go back to where we were before.”
“Can we?”
The knife between his ribs twists. Wonderful. Great.
“I don’t see why not. We can just..forget this happened.”
“Peter…”
He brushes past you, “Gotta head out.”
“Peter, wait-”
“‘Ts fine. There’s nothing left to say, fresh restart. Factory settings. Just…stop.”
And you do stop. You watch helplessly as he crawls out of the window and into the frigid night air.
-
Peter was avoiding you entirely.
You attempt to wait up for him, now that he’d made a habit of going on patrol without you. But more than once, you would fall asleep.
You found yourself missing him. The smell of his skin, his hair tickling your nose, the feeling of his arms around you while you slept.
The few times you saw each other in the apartment, he was curt if he made conversation at all. Not even a good morning or good night, just ‘hey’ and ‘bye.’
You’d rather be in the basement at Oscorp getting your brain scrambled than deal with this pain.
-
You had gone on your own patrol and had gotten back way past mid morning in an attempt not to run into Peter. You’d changed into your civies and walked through the front door-
There’s a stranger in your apartment.
She must have not seen you or if she’d seen you, she didn’t care. The entire apartment smells like breakfast-smoky and sweet alongside the bitter sting of coffee.
And she’s wearing Peter’s favorite t-shirt.
It’s fucking Lucy. Lucy from fucking accounting. She couldn’t figure out how to use the copy machine. The goddamn copy machine!
And she was in your shared apartment.
She had slept here, had slept in Peter’s bed, your bed.
She fucked your Peter.
The kitchen isn’t that large, the aisle blocking off the living room is short enough that the two of you make eye contact as soon as she turns her head.
“Lucy, I told you to-” Peter’s voice comes from behind you.
“Get the fuck out of our house.”
How dare he. How fucking dare he. Fucking sleep with some random girl beause you wanted space? You wanted his friendship back and he fucks LUCY?
Her lips are parting, like she wants to say something. Her hand is on her hips, like you’re just some girl in competition. Like you didn’t know how to break her neck in a millisecond, like you didn’t have the training to ruin that pretty face.
In an instant, she was an enemy and your programming slams into overdrive. You’re up and over the counter in a millisecond, the t-shirt bunched into your first.
Superhuman strength is a blessing and a curse. You only mean to maybe shove her lightly.
What you do instead is leave a Lucy sized hole in the cheap door to your apartment. She lands at the end of the hall. Every door on the floor is flung open, revealing shock and amused faces alike-all of them turned to you.
-
“You’re so lucky we weren’t evicted,” He sighed, “And that Lucy was only a little bruised.”
A little bruised was an understatement. Lucy has a contusion in her shoulder that’ll take weeks to heal.
You tried not to look too pleased at the news as you helped Peter install the new door.
“She’s lucky she was only bruised,” You breathe through your nose.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. Why did you even bring her here? Couldn’t you guys shack up at her place or something?”
“I didn’t think you’d be back before morning.” He actually has the grace to look guilty, maybe a little sad.
“Whatever.”
More silence.
You chew diligently on your bottom lip until he speaks.
“I’m sorry. It’s been weird these past few weeks. I think…I think it’d be best if I moved out?”
“Excuse me?”
“Come on, you’re actually comfortable like this? We nearly fuck, we kiss. You mauled my one-night stand! You push me away, you try to reel me back in. Forgive me for getting mixed signals!” His hands move into his hair, running his fingers through it, “I can’t do this anymore, I really can’t! Seeing you, it’s like…it’s fucking torture. I can’t do it.”
“You don’t talk to me for weeks and this is what you have to say!? You think this is easy for me?! God, Peter! I don’t know how to feel about you! I’m a fucking lab experiment gone rogue! I’m barely a person! What part of that screams girlfriend material to you!”
“I’ll let the landlord know I’m getting off the lease. I’ll be out at the end of the month.”
“So that’s it?”
“I can call Stark back, so you aren’t by yourself. I know you hate that. I don’t want you to have to be alone. We just…can’t be alone together. Not like this. Not until I’m over this…”
“Fuck you, Peter Parker.”
The new door slams, the hinges cracking.
-
You’re awake for hours, waiting for him to come home. You smell him before you see him.
Blood. You smell blood, thick and salty, and wrong on Peter.
His suit has been shredded along his abdomen, the blood making the spandex cling to the open wounds.
He nearly falls through the window and you catch him before he hits the floor. Guilt is swift and immediate.
Wordlessly, you help him to the bathroom. He doesn’t fuss, doesn’t put up a fight.
You peel off his suit gently, careful of the-are those claw marks in his chest? Before you can grab the first aid, his fingers are loosely wrapped around your wrist. He pulls you towards him. Pressing you against him, his sweaty bloody body touching your skin. He lets out a tense breath.
“Peter-”
“Just let me hold you. Just for a little bit.”
You can’t say no to him. You let him run his fingers through your hair, rub your back. Gently, you lay your head on his shoulder, trying to be careful of his wounds but selfishly trying to soak up all the emotion and touch you haven’t felt in weeks.
“I’m sorry,” He breathes out after a long stretch of silence.
“I..I’m sorry, too.”
“I kept trying to push you.”
“I was trying to protect you from me.”
He takes your face in his hands. His blood feels tacky on your cheeks. He brings your foreheads together, his breath warm against your lips. You remember what it was like to kiss him. How he’d begged for it, begged for something so simple as that.
The thought makes your body pulse in ways you don’t want to think about. Not right now. His thumb rubs against your cheek, leaving your flesh tingling in its wake.
“I don’t need you to protect me. Let alone protect me from something I want.”
“I told you before, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
He chuckles weakly before letting you go. You grab the first aid kit out of the medicine cabinet but still feel his eyes tracing along your back. When you turn, he doesn’t shy away from his staring, a goofy smile still plastered on his face.
“I wanna kiss you again.”
“Peter, can you focus?”
“So mean to me,” He pouts when you come near him, “I’m injured and you won’t kiss me better?”
“You’ve lost a lot of blood. Healing factor is making you loopy. Sit up straight, I’m going to disinfect your wounds.”
“Yes ma’am,” In the same scratchy voice that he had when he-
Ugh. You are not thinking about that right now. Even if he’s being too handsy, running his hands over your hips, up your sides. Trying to pull you into his lap.
“I can smell it, ya know? Super senses.”
You want to dose him with the rubbing alcohol bottle just to get him to stop talking. His blood was clotting nicely and you’ve since surmised that most if the blood on him wasn’t him as you feared.
“Smell what?” You dab him gently instead. A tight, clean gauze dressing and the deep marks should go away in a few days. You apply the clean cotton and begin to wrap him up, seconds away from applying skin safe tape.
“When your cunt’s wet, when I turn you on. Like now. Can smell it, always have. That’s how I know you want this too, you’re just scared.”
Your noses touch when you look at him earnestly, “I am scared.”
“I’m scared, too,” His fingers move through your hair, his eyes scan your face, “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t wanna lose your trust.”
It feels good. The silence surrounding you doesn’t feel as oppressive knowing that you’re both in it together. Your eyes close without your permission, lounging once again the comfort of just having Peter touch you again.
“I trust you, Peter.”
You feel his face move further toward you, his lips inches away from yours.
“Say that again,” he whispers breathlessly, “Please, say that again.”
“I trust you.”
-
It was the closest thing to confirmation he was ever going to get, but he’d take it.
His lips press against yours, a soft peck. Another and another until he can feel your body relax. He’s been so starved of you, greed fills him when your lips part. He lifts you up, possessive hands firm on your ass.
God, you were soft. So soft and warm. He wants to devour you, piece by piece.
He puts you on the bathroom counter, your legs hike up over his hips. Your pussy is pressed against the tent in his pants through your thin sleep shorts.
He won’t pull away. His lips leave yours only briefly to catch his breath. Your shaky hands move through his hair and he shutters.
“Missed you so bad,” He whispers, “Missed you so fucking bad.”
His hands move up your shirt, his warm hands traveling up to your bra and then running back down to your thighs.
You whimper, your flesh breaking out in goosebumps. His lips trail pecks from your mouth, across your cheek, and down your neck. The soft noises you make control him. You’ve never experienced pleasure like this and he wanted to be the only one to give it to you.
The only person you’ll ever have. The idea of anyone else seeing you melt like this makes him suck the sensitive skin of your neck between his teeth.
“Peter-“ Slightly desperate. Begging almost.
He pets your hair, “Shh, baby. I’m right here. Do you feel me?”
He pulls your hips tighter to him. Your fingers dig into his shoulders. When you hiss between your teeth, he can feel himself leak precum.
“Y…yeah…” You move minutely against him, “Yeah, feel you. Feels good…”
He kisses you again, just to taste the words. He pulls away just to get your shirt off. New skin for him to put his mouth on. He unhooks your bra easily, how starved he was for your flesh. He mouths along your collarbones, leaving bruises with his mouth that would linger on your skin.
He kisses down your chest. Your nipples are hard and pink and distracting.
“Peter, Peter, I-“
His tongue swirls around a nub, the other is tortured by his fingers. He pulls it away from your flesh. You try to move your chest further into his face. Christ, you’re so fucking adorable. You gasp and writhe.
Fuck, you’re getting so wet too. He can feel it against him, dampening the front of your panties and his Spidey suit.
His cock aches. He needed to be inside you, couldn’t take getting pushed away again. He was going insane. He was going to jump out of his skin if he had to wait any longer.
“Get down.”
“Wha?” Your voice is thick and heavy. Your eyes are glazed over. It’s making it so much worse.
“Get down, lean over the counter.”
For the first time in weeks, you do as you're told. Your panties are around your ankles before you realize it. He spreads your ankles apart.
Your pussy is pink and glistening. His mouth waters while he admires it. You whine.
“Nah baby, don’t be embarrassed. Most perfect thing I have ever seen…” He kisses along your shoulders, down your back.
His hand moves between your thighs, “You’ve never had anything inside this sweet pussy, have you?”
Your cheeks are flushed, “No…”
He smiles, reaching around your front and pressing against your clit.
“Oh my god-“
“Breathe, baby,” He presses the tip of one finger against your opening, “Gonna open you up so I don’t hurt you. It’ll feel good, I promise. Just breathe.”
One finger slides in instantly. In and out, hearing the sound of your soaked cunt. He can see your legs lock at first as you feel the awkward pressure. You relax again when you get accustomed to one finger. Another slides alongside and you keen as the press against that spot inside you.
“Too much…” You whimper.
“Pretty girl, I know you can take more,” His fingers speed up slightly as you leak against him, “Fuck, you’re so tight. Been dreaming about you cumming around my cock…”
Your eyes flutter closed, your mouth opens just slightly. Your hips move back against his fingers. You might be trying to say something, but the only thing Peter can hear is-
“Ah, ah, fuck, please…”
Your face in the mirror is gonna make him lose it. He gently tilts your head back.
“Look at yourself,” He whispers in your ear, eyes locking with yours in the reflection, “Look at what I’m doing to you…”
Another finger, his free hand returns home to your clit. You don’t avert your eyes, even though you really want to. Watching your own skin flush, your pupils unfocuses, your jaw slack.
“‘m so close…so close…”
Embarrassing for you, arousing for him.
He pulls his hands away from you. You whine, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “No!”
You feel the tip of him press against your hole. Protests die in your throat. He’s big. So big, you don’t know if he’ll fit. He might tear you apart. You feel so empty though, open and ready. If he doesn’t do something, your heart is gonna explode in your chest.
You trust him.
He’s trying so hard to be patient. You’re a fucking velvet vice around the head of his cock and he wants to feel you all around him. He pushes in farther, letting out a strained moan.
Your breathing picks up, your eyes squeeze shut. He knows before you say. He can feel your walls pulse, your thighs quivering-
“Cumming, Peter, fuck I’m gonna-“
He nearly finishes right there and then. Your cunt tightens impossibly around him, trying to milk him for all his worth. Your body crumples, nearly hitting the floor. He holds you while you shutter through it, kissing along your temple.
He guides you gently to the floor, laying you on your back before boxing you in with his own. He guides your thighs over his hips.
He slides in much easier after your first orgasm. By the time he’s fully seated inside you, you already accept your fate. He takes a minute to look where you're conjoined, your puffy pussy taking all of him.
He pulls out just enough before slamming back in, watching your face. Your groan, your head lulling back. He does it again, and again. Shallow, slow thrusts to get you used to the weight of him. He’s seeing stars behind his eyes, watching your face contort while he overstimulates you on purpose.
“You’ve got more in you,” He pants out, “I know you’ve got more in you.”
Those swallow thrusts change into deeper, faster ones. Hitting that spot inside you over and over. Your skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, his blood is drying on your body. The sight of it is making him insane. Peter leans over and starts sucking bruises into the soft flesh of your neck. His teeth trace your jugular.
“One more,” He breathes in your ear, “Gimme one more…”
Your abs are twitching underneath him, whimpering and whining and clinging to him. You say his name over and over, like it’s the only word that exists in your brain.
His thrusts get more sloppy, feeling your own second impending orgasm build pushes him toward the edge.
“Gonna cum inside you…” Not a question, a statement.
No going back.
You only cry out, seeking out his mouth to drown out the embarrassing noises you’re making. He licks into your mouth just as you tighten and gush around him again.
With one final thrust, he cums deep inside you. He bites down hard on your lower lip.
Now, he’s got your blood on him. No matter how small the amount.
“I love you,” He whispers against your skin, “I love you…”
You nod, struggling to catch your breath. You lean your head against him.
“If you love me, really, you’ll help me clean up.”
He laughs. It’s the prettiest sound you’ve heard in weeks.
“Fine,” He presses a noisey kiss to the crown of your head, “Shower?”
“A shower shower,” You say, “No funny business.”
“I promise nothing.”
“Christ, Peter, at least wait until I can stand…”
It’s a start.
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