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tw. uncle!satoru, incest, age gap, breeding, coercion, dirty talk, praise, brief choking, baby as pet name, some jealousy, degradation, corruption kink, sneaking around wordcount. 6.7k

a/n. ♡ commissioned by the amazing @antique-remains ♡ thank you so so much for commissioning me and for being absolutely wonderful!! i really hope you enjoy your fic,, i had a blast writing it so i kinda went a little crazy with the word count but! hgdfsy listen i hear gojo satoru i jump into the deep end i hooopppee you enjoy it lovely!!! <33 and thanks a million to the beta readers ilY so much

gojo satoru x fem!reader

The door rattles with a loud noise as you make it two steps down the hall. Two whole steps before long arms wrap under your shoulders and you’re whirled around against an equally lanky body, while your giggles fill the hall. They echo down the old family house, pristine and proper, and give your mother a well deserved moment of rest as she rolls the suitcases inside. “Hey- There’s my favorite little squirt,” his lithe voice hums gleefully when you press a childishly sloppy peck onto his cheek and squish your face to his shoulder, and Satoru barely bothers to give your mom a quick smile before stealing your entire attention away and putting you into his neck with a smile.

“You gotta visit more frequently, nee-san. I gotta show my favorite niece what I’ve learned at monster school, don’t I?”

Your chubby cheeks glow hot as you parrot him. “Monster!”

“Your only niece. And you’re more than welcome to take a few babysitting shifts, Satoru. Lord knows I could use it,” the soft-spoken woman would then chuckle, and leave you to it.

That’s how it was, always. You remember finding the days where snow stuck to the ground and made the house feel so much toastier, the most lovely of all- no excuses, no exceptions. Not that you could give a reason as to why, back then. It was probably because winter meant family time and holidays and presents, and most of all, it meant packing everything up into the car and driving down for New Years. Without fail, a white winter meant Gojo Satoru — and without fail, you’d look towards him like a world faithfully orbits the sun.

You can’t thank Satoru enough for taking his role so gracefully, at the time. When it was still fun.

Now winter means being locked up in your room while that same man parades around a different princess each year, and makes your start to the new entirely unenjoyable. After a good few hours of hearing the drinking and talking grow louder and louder -and then eventually quieter again, you finally dare peak your head around the corner. Because if you’re lucky, uncle Satoru will have no self-control. And the copious amounts of alcohol that festivities require will leave him blissfully unaware of your scowl at the foreign pair of shoes by the door. Your bare feet pad on the floor as you make your way past the soft rumble of the tv, and into the kitchen to pop open your own box of cake, and another bottle of bubbles for yourself.

The frosting sticks to the roof of your mouth three bites in, and makes everything a lot more palatable. The smell of the obnoxious festive scented candles, the deep beats of the slow make-out music reverberating through the walls of his otherwise impeccable apartment. The knowledge that you’re meant to wait out the inevitable turnaround from festive cheer to loud moans down the hall as the countdown hits 0. It’s been this way for years now, and you find yourself wishing spring would come a little faster.

You’d never be so lucky, though. You drop the fork in surprise when long fingers sneak around your neck to squeeze gently at the soft parts of it, and a breath brushes over the shell of your ear. “Boo.” Festive cheer and a softer familiar musk overtakes your senses.

“Satoru, you dick,” you squeak out a little too loudly, halfway to turning when a strong arm wraps around your hips to allow him to slot a little closer to your back. He peers over your head at the cake, breath dusting over your hair. Uncaring, of course, about the level of appropriateness or the way it sends a shiver up your spine.

“Bit early for a late night snack, isn’t it? You could at least have asked your favorite authority figure to join you.” His smile gleams in the low light of the apartment like a million diamonds, white head of hair tousled and bed-head like. The hand on your hip squeezes ever so softly before you shake him off, and cross your arms over your chest in defiance.

“You’re barely an authority, let alone my favorite. Besides, aren’t you kept busy with… Keiko? Kyoko?”

“—Kimiko. Why?” It’s then you make the mistake of looking up into those perfect baby blues through the half-tinted shades, and despite your earlier frostiness, he still searches for a handhold on your shoulder, softly brushing his thumb along the collar of your shirt. He stares like he can see through you, where your heart beats wildly in your chest. You’d dare bet money that sometimes he definitely tries to. But the calculating glances that flick over your face are kept quiet by a faint hum.

“She’s gone home. I thought maybe we could celebrate New Years together this time.” Satoru is always smiling. It crinkles his eyes, seems to ooze out of him like syrup. He’s good at that. At feeling trustworthy. But— “We still have a good twenty minutes until the fireworks. Come celebrate. For me?” There’s no mistaking the way he leans in to nudge your face up and puts on an exaggerated puppy-like pout. Gojo Satoru is anything but trustworthy.

But hard lessons are slow to stick. You find your mouth opening almost like instinct, sugar-coated tongue running over your lips as he waits. “Fine, until after the fireworks. Only ‘til then.” His mouth corners go a little more cat-like when the grin grows further, and he rubs his heavy palm and long fingers over your head with a soft chuckle.

“Right? You’d never leave your poor old, lonely uncle Satoru alone on a special day, right?”

The couch is abandoned for a slower sort of swinging around the living room once the clock starts getting close, and Satoru places another flute of golden bubbles into your hand— grinning as you move to the beat. Try and resist as you may, Satoru has given you much to be thankful for. The heat of his hand back on your head distracts you from the way the drink goes down too quickly, letting him pick your hand into his to pull you closer. “Have you ever slow danced before, pretty girl?”

You don’t get to say anything before you’re in his arms, hands to his chest and quickly sliding down to wrap around him instead, swallowing down the stirring heat that hits when he chuckles. You must be crazy. Must be. Your heart feels like it’s banging in your throat. But Satoru rests his chin on your head into the embrace, and swallows you up into his arms. And your throat burns like a raging fire yet again. It isn’t like that. It isn’t like that. You’re the one making it weird, and you know it. But you can’t help the goosebumps when he presses a kiss to your crown, or when he pauses to look down at you.

Grinning like he’s got the world in his palm, he leans in to almost brush noses with you. “This is kinda romantic, isn’t it?”

“Gojo Satoru,” you immediately feel the warmth flare up on your cheeks and ears, eyes going wide. But the grin is back instantly, and he chuckles.

“Alright, don’t get your panties into a twist.” The air of his breaths dusts over your nose when he stares, and doesn’t look away. “You’re so obvious when you want something. It’s cute.” He’s awfully, disturbingly pretty. However weird it is to notice that about your own mom’s brother… you never were able to lie yourself out of that conclusion.

The clock ticks loudly, counting down. But you can’t tear yourself away, blinking blankly at the way he gives your face a once over, before those eyes find yours. Glittering brilliantly, pulling at your sanity. You did always adore him. The first few fireworks go off loud in the distance, when your own uncle Satoru dips down and kisses you. You freeze. Warm lips and tongue pressing into your mouth- he full-on kisses you and runs a hand along your neck to pull you into him. A muffled squeak makes it’s way out of you, warm tongue getting to taste all of him. You- you don’t stop it. When he pulls back, his mouth lingers over yours, and that devilish mouth whispers, “happy New Year, baby,” without any ‘sorry’s.

The flowers are already starting to bloom in the colorful pots that swing outside the windows when you nurse your own cup of tea, and don’t bother lowering your eyes when bright azures meet your gaze. There’s something there that tingles your tongue, faint memories biting at your conscious, but too swift to grab hold of. You can’t read him anymore. It makes the familiar glint in them feel anxiety inducing. The gaze shifts, and you feel your spine relax. All tall, perfect, unfairly casual grandeur of him goes back to entertaining your cousins and Megumi— and your attention is finally allowed to shift back to your mom.

“Deary me… That child seems like he’ll never grow up,” she softly chimes, turning your way to take your hands, “I bet you’re twice the adult he is.” Her slight frown is one of fondness though, of care and concern; all of which only makes your stomach drop further. Your mom’s so enamored with her tight-knit little dream of a family. She’s completely unaware, too. Of the deadly, treacherous words that your mind whispers to you when it knows no one’s watching. Your mother’s warm smile remains. “If you ever decide you can’t keep up with him anymore, you’re more than welcome to move back home, honey.”

“I know, mom— but I like Tokyo. I like my friends here, and- my job’s here, and I like my job.” Her hand makes an encouraging circle over the back of your hand, and she nods.

Her warm smile doesn’t keep away the cold flare that travels down your back though. “And you also like Satoru, for reasons I still can’t wrap my head around.” Her look over in his direction has you resolutely studying your lap instead, as heat travels back from your chest to your face. “Even when you were little, your uncle ‘Toru could do no wrong. It was infuriating at times…” You try to put on a smile when you feel her eyes return back to you, and let the cup bear the brunt force of your anxiety. “Now I just think it’s sweet. I know I couldn’t deal with his antics anymore, for even a few days.”

“He’s…” You trail off before you can even get started, and let your tongue swipe along your bottom lip to get rid of the pesky memory again. You feel like your moral compass has been compromised. Your stupid little crush was meant to go unacknowledged, and fade. No one was supposed to be any the wiser. Satoru was never meant to do wrong. He’s -what- exactly, you try to ask yourself. Sneaky? Childish? The reason you can’t look your own family in the eye without blushing like a schoolgirl?

Your heart blooms when you catch a glimpse of his smile as the beer bottle brushes his lips, and he finds your shape again across the room.

Before you get a chance to look away, uncle Satoru’s already calling your name again with that sing-songy tone that’s got you hooked; and pulls you out of your seat with a few slow blinks. “There’s my favorite girl.” He swings an arm over your shoulders, and invades your senses yet again. “It’s getting a little too stuffy in here for your liking, hm? Mind if I steal her for a while?” His sister barely gives him the tiniest of eyerolls before waving you both off. And the white-haired force of nature doesn’t even stop to ask you. He knows he’s right.

Before long, the glances of family get captured by other things, and the honorary member of your family gives you a knowing look that you mirror. Not that Satoru would let it stop him if he saw. You only just look away from Megumi’s grimace before you freeze into place. There’s the tiniest of kisses to the skin behind your ear where Satoru whispers in your ear. “I was really missing you, baby.” There’s a heat that spreads all over you as he continues, barely hiding his affections. “Whenever I see you… I just wanna…”

Your eyes go wide when you turn to stare at him, then quickly around at the rest of the guests. Luckily, everyone seems too preoccupied to notice the way he wraps his arm around your waist to steer you towards the front door. “What? I wasn’t done.” he chimes, eyes glinting over like the Chesire cat, “I wanna come annoy you, is what I was going to say.” Alarm bells should go off. You want them to signal your disaster. But no such thing happens, and the way his lips almost drag over your pulse makes your entire body feel like you’re filled with static. “You know uncle Satoru loves you. Step out with me for a bit.”

The miserable drum of rain has no way of drowning out the thoughts in your head. A heat-caused thunderstorm should just be a minor inconvenience, but it feels awfully telling about your current state. The string of messages of Satoru’s latest -what you can now assume is- ex blink back at you as you check the time again, and sink deeper into the couch. The apartment always feels a little too cold when you’re here alone. And sure, you’ve been living here too, but you’ve been on your very best behavior all this time. Taking up only the space he was willing to give.

So you sit in silence as the room gets darker and darker, and instead of checking up on work mails, you let the icy silence of the apartment sit beside you. The messages weren’t exactly frantic, but— the door clicks softly across the room, and the pitter patter of the rain on the skylight grows even more impatient. “Uncle ‘Toru,” you breathe as he drags his wet self in, only to suck your bottom lip into your mouth.

There’s only a few times you’ve ever had the displeasure of seeing him like this. One was the first summer his best friend vanished into thin air, a shallow copy of your beloved left behind in its wake— and every few years after that. It drains all the color out of him, squeezes until there’s nothing left.

He looks drunk. He smells drunk too. But you still cross your arms and straighten your back, swallowing. “Ki-chan was worried about you. She says you two broke-”

“She’s right.” Satoru drops his bag by the tv, and unceremoniously kicks off his socks in the middle of the living room, slauntering towards the couch.

“Is that why you’re like this?” Your worry is undermined by a harsh snort and an equally unamused chuckle, before the white-haired man comes to a halt before you.

“Don’t be stupid. You and I both know it’s not.” His eyes are usually like the ocean on a summer day, bright, all-consuming, and peaceful— there’s nothing there when they land on you now. Just the dark, dreary image of a cloudy, uncaring vastness. “Get up, I’m trying to sleep here for the night.”

“I’m not leaving.” You’re not sure if the slight tremble in your voice is self-inflicted, but do your best to bite through the electric tension. “She also said that you’ve been saying all kinds of things that make no sense. Things about— me. And that’s why you guys broke up. She’s worried that you might try to do something to me.” Gojo Satoru is a lot of things. More things than a man with his constitution should be, all in all. Your light breath cuts the tension just enough for you to speak up again, staring up at him from your increasingly vulnerable position on the couch. “Well, will you?”

“Get up.” Before you have another chance to ask more, he takes you by the arm and pulls you up out of the couch in a split second, leaving you stumbling back. “Run off to your room now.” Smart, coherent thoughts leave you. Satoru looks like he’s hurting. Those long, white lashes and blue irises are no longer bright and understanding. They frame a simple look of distaste at the sight of you, and your rapid heartbeat falters. “I said, now.” As your tongue brushes your lips you search for something— anything— to say, but it seems he doesn’t want to let you. With large steps, he walks you back by your collar until your back hits the wall, and you stare up at him.

“Isn’t it bad enough that I already want you? What more do you need?” The cold, still wet touch of his thumb brushing your collarbones tingles down your entire body. “Tell me off. Hit me. Do something.” He’s basically begging now, through hard glares, teeth and a raspy voice. “Tell me off for treating you like this.”

You think you should. But all that you manage to say is a soft plea, eyes searching in the dark. “Uncle Satoru, I- I’m sorry.”

“Baby.”

His grip makes your shirt dig uncomfortably into your neck, but you barely feel it. Instead you raise your hands to cup his face, watching how the furrowed brows straighten out after only a few tight breaths. You mumble out a breath of his name, and allow him to pull you closer to his body until you’re pressed to his chest, face hidden against his collarbones. Until he leads you to look up at him and lets his lips brush over your eyelids, and the tip of your nose. “Your mom would kill me if she knew.”

You know him to be right. And still, you let his mouth meet yours. Meet and claim your tongue, hiking your one thigh up to allow him to melt against you. Rolling his narrow hips just a little too effectively against you. It’s way too much all at once, hot and cold meeting in the dark where his body grinds against you. You shouldn’t… allow any of this, right? But it feels too good to stop. Satoru clearly thinks so too when he grunts your name against your mouth, and his crotch rubs into your center.

It’s not hard to know what he’s thinking about as he drags his lips down the soft of your throat and sucks kisses into the skin. His strong fingers slide under your shirt to anchor at your waist, and leave goosebumps all over. “My pretty girl,” he ends up mumbling as his tongue makes shapes at the base of your throat, “you’re all mine. All fucking mine. Mh- never gonna let anyone have you.” It feels so good. Hearing that, however distorted by the moment— makes you feel like you’re floating. So much so, that it scares you. To think anyone would have such power over you.

Satoru goes in for another kiss, but you end up sliding out of his arms by mere chance, panting and shivering from the wet hands all over you. You take one single deep breath, and rush off down the hall.

When you sit at dinner the next day, rolling your veggies around your plate as you cast him weary glances from under long lashes, Satoru doesn’t falter. Doesn’t even blink out of place once, like the night before was just a dream. You’d really believe the slight ache of a hickey at the base of your throat to be an unlucky bruise, if you couldn’t notice the faint glances your way. After a while, his telltale grin slips back on when you startle at his voice, and he points his fork towards you. “You’re acting weird, you know that?”

“I- I’m acting weird?” Your voice pitches up almost comically, and his gleeful chuckle has your heart racing despite yourself. “W- about yesterday-”

“I’m taking you somewhere tonight.” Though the interruption should annoy you, he looks so content and smug as he stuffs the last of his food into his cheek, that you can only frown. His hand runs through his mess of white hair, noisily smacking his food as if to make a point. When you don’t immediately respond, he nods to himself, before leaning in. “I woke up with the worst headache of my life, I’ll have you know. But I’ve gotten over myself, I promise. And now I just want to hang out with my favorite niece.”

“Only niece,” you end up parroting, clenching and unclenching your hands into your skirt. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Call me ‘uncle ‘Toru’ again, and I’ll tell you.” You never tell him no.

As you walk through the hall with slow steps, the light falls like broken petals through the paper walls and casts everything in a hazy glow. For all your protests, uncle Satoru follows close behind, chirping all kinds of encouragements, giggling most of the way through. The lazy patterns he draws on your shoulders with his thumbs, or the brief brushes of his nose along your cheek, kisses behind your jaw— it all should make you feel a lot guiltier than it does. Instead you’re just wound up, skin tingling with every touch the longer it lasts.

“Are you gonna tell me why we’re here now?”

He hums that melodic agreement, before pointing you towards the rather familiar door at the right. “If you go in there, I will.” At your slight frown, he only presses on. “I promise. Come on, trust your favorite uncle.”

“You’re not my favorite.”

His voice grows low as his lips brush your ear, and those strong arms start gliding down the sides of your back. “Liar.” The kiss that is pressed to your pulse is slower this time, humming in your throat and making you swallow your words. His mind hasn’t changed after you ran out. Instead of focusing on that- on him, you reach for the door and slide it open, finding your and Satoru’s room barely changed at all. His hands come to press at the sides of your hips, long fingers trekking all over the skin he can reach. “I’ve been thinking for a while now…” His playful voice dips a little lower, and your breathing grows slower and slower. “I always meant it when I said you were my favorite... but-”

“But it’s a little different now, hm, pretty girl? When did you change so much?” Those hands that start sliding up along your thighs to hike your skirt up to your belly, and though you try to keep it down with a little breath, he denies it. “You don’t like it? That I wanna see all of you?” The little hum to your soft throat makes you feel like you’re charged to the brim, crackling each time he moves. It’s unbearable, and yet, you couldn’t move a muscle if you tried. “Tell me that I’m a bad guy.”

You can’t focus on anything. His nimble fingers toy with the edge of your panties, and the puff of his breath sends a shiver down your neck. “W-why’d you take me to our old- ah- place?” Satoru doesn’t wait for you to catch up before the frilly fabric drags along your thighs. Your awfully wet underwear lands around your feet, and he leans in to nudge your face to his. Kissing you over your shoulder as his body covers you from behind, and his waist pushes up against you. His tongue steals your attention away from his hands just long enough to lose track of them before they’re on your tits, squeezing them and making your cunt clench in anticipation.

“Because I wanted to prove something.” He rolls his clothed waist against your ass and makes that awful feeling even worse, forcing a whimper out of you. And that mind-numbing fucking laughter returns before his hands start moving to your center. You’re not sure if you want to push him away or ride his fingers with the slow drag of rough fingertips along the inside of your legs— not that it’s up to you anyway. “You’re no longer that good girl that’d idolize uncle Satoru, right? You’ve started thinking about other things when I’m around, hm?”

Fingers slide through the embarrassing amount of wetness between your legs with another noise from him, pressing his hardening cock harder against you and grinding it against you- and you have to fight the urge to just get face down on the floor for him. “F-fuck, baby, you’re already dripping all over my hand. Does uncle ‘Toru turn you on?” Two prodding digits slide into your clenching hole as he grins against your cheek, and his free hand meanly pinches a nipple. “C’mon, tell me. Tell me how much you like me.”

“Mh-ack, I- li-like you.” He goes to pull his hand back but you reach for it, and push it back inside to have his hand palm rubbing up against your clit. “A lot, I like you a lot! Please.” The curl of his long fingers inside you is enough to have you shaking, leaning back against his chest with one shoulder, and hanging onto his wrist. It doesn’t take much to have him smiling into the hickey he’s sucking under your jaw, and fighting back your resistance just enough to start pushing another finger inside. The slight ache is almost instantly replaced with the pleasure of having your clenching pussy filled so full. Everything blurs a little when you reach back for him for support, and his strong hand fucks smoothly in and out of you. “Mhm, ah, ah, I love my uncle Satoru. Sa. To. Ru.” Slick runs down your leg and makes his entire hand sticky, and he hums in agreement.

“That’s a good little niece. Love riding my fingers like this? You’re shaking, baby.” He knows what it does to you, must’ve known for a while, when his voice is pressed to your skin— it leaves you a mess. You try to respond, but your tongue gets all tangled, and you can only whimper and nod as his fingers fuck right into the spot you need them to. Your back curls against him as your legs get shakier, and your poor clit is grinded against his palm until you can’t focus on anything else. It feels so good. Good, good, good, good~ You want to keep riding his fingers forever.

“Lay down for me,” he rasps when you really start rubbing back against his hand, pussy so messy and full and your lips glossy with spit— and you almost cry when he starts pulling back.

“No, no no nonono, uncle Satoru, please. I’m close,” you squeak, only to allow him to push you down by your shoulder and watch as he slots his fingers between pink lips. “Hm- I- can I cum? Please?” Your thighs rub together as you lay down, and Satoru kneels before you to pry them open wide enough to fit his shoulders between.

“Shh, lift your ass,” he quickly chants, getting comfortable between your legs as his hands pry you open, “let me taste my favorite pussy the way I want.” His devilish mouth is on you before you can register it, hot and instantly too much. Your puffy clit is laved in licks and sucks that hit the spot just right, and every nerve end fires in a way that no one else could ever accomplish. His hums and the brilliant glint of his eyes as he watches you tear up and moan, lifting your ass closer to his face as his tongue licks and fucks your dripping pussy. He laughs when eating you out so good your eyes cross, before latching his mouth around your overstimulated nub for real, and sucking the light out of your vision.

Your legs shake before you’re clenching them around his head with a long, high-pitches whimper and a string of moans that roll through your body— and Satoru just keeps going, until you’re twitching and you try to push him away. Your breathing is rapid and shallow as you blink the black spots on your vision away and loosen the grip you have on his hair, but your legs still shake as he brushes his thumb over your pussy without pity. “That’s one. Wanna see how many more I can get you to?”

“No,” you immediately squeak, making his smug grin grow even wider. “I wanna… first, wanna have you- i-inside.” Admitting it is different than thinking it. And you’ve thought it, too much to count- but it still heats your cheeks and ears upon seeing the way Satoru’s lashes flutter a little, and he pushes his pants down to take his flushed cock out.

“Yeah? You want your uncle Satoru’s big cock inside you?” His hand wraps around his thick length with a little hiss, sliding his hand over the swollen, dark pink tip as you watch. “Say it properly, and I’ll give it to you.” You roll onto your side to yank your shirt up over your tits, and impatiently shake your ass as you whine out a noise that barely seems to register as you. But you can’t help it. The buzz from your orgasm only made your belly hotter, slicking up your legs and ass and dripping for him- as he sits up on his knees so slide his pants down further.

“Satoru~ please.” His hand moves up and down a few times as he raises a brow, and knocks away your hand when you try to touch yourself. “Please, please, puh-lease~” Your voice cracks when you lay back instead, and knead your tit as you try to pull him closer by wrapping your legs around him. “I want to have- uncle ‘Toru’s cock. I want to have my own uncle’s cock, I love my uncle- and I want- to be his personal pussy to use~” Tears spring up in the corners of your eyes, so you close them. “Now please just put it in. I’ve waited long enough-”

A little chuckle breaks up your begging before he kisses you deep and greedily, and suddenly the hot head of his cock pushes up against your sopping entrance. “Want it so bad you gotta cry about it? Poor baby.” He just about pushes in the slightest bit, and takes a slow breath to stare into your eyes. Pretty. So fucking pretty, all of him. “Sorry I made you wait. Uncle will fill this little niece's pussy up, don’t worry.” Then he pushes in with a slow press on your tummy that makes you blink back tears, as his heavy, hot cock breaks you open a little further, along with your sanity.

The smack when he bottoms out is a brief relief, before he pulls back and uses those strong legs to start really fucking into you, nose to nose. “Letting your own family fuck your greedy pussy like this, look at you. I’m a bad influence, hm?” The weight of him, the brushing of his pelvic bone to your clit, the grip on your thigh and brushing of your tits and every brief brush of his lips over yours is enough to have that coil pull back so tight in your stomach too quickly. You dig your nails into his muscular back as each pap of his balls smacking against your slick-covered ass rings out in the room, and the white-haired man hums. “Uncle Satoru’s your favorite, say it. That you’ll beg for my cock until you go hoarse.”

He presses his nose to your temple, and pants against you- fucking with a rhythm that’s taking the breath out of you. You’re already going to cum again. “Say that you want uncle Satoru’s kids filling up your belly, ahg- go on— mhm, that tight, t-tight fucking pussy.”

“Yes, yes, I want my uncle’s cum inside! My favorite uncle’s ruining my pussy!” you squeak, and then cry out against his neck. “I’m gonna cum again, uncle ‘Toru. G-gonna- agh-ughn- p-please don’t stop.” The thrusts get even deeper if that’s at all possible, lifting your one leg up to grind the head of his cock against your cervix with the position he’s got you in, and goes to cup your pussy. And even that slight touch is enough to have your vision going black and white, head blanking as another orgasm rolls over you and locks your leg around his hips— but the fucking doesn’t stop even then. “Agh-mygodI-ah, ahgh-nh. Uncle Satoru.”

It’s too much, you’re entirely too hot and sweat is rolling down your temple and his chest, but his cock still drives home over and over again like he’s willing to break you in half. You don’t want him to ever stop. “Hearing that filth coming out of your mouth- ugh, mhm, makes me want to keep fucking you forever. For eternity.” His waist bumps your overstimulated clit each time he bottoms out, ring of white around the base of his cock before he throws his head back and moans out your name. “You can’t ever let anyone know how much uncle Satoru loves fucking his little niece, okay? F-fuck. How much I love ruining that little attitude of yours.”

Your both knees are pushes to your shoulders as he moves up, pulling out just a second to fuck between the sloppy lips of your pussy. “Been wanting to fuck you since you moved in. Can’t help but get hard when you’re around. Bad uncle ‘Toru, right?” The head of his cock is so swollen and flushed and dripping with your mixed juices, and he stares at you through narrowed, perfect eyes as he pushes back in and watches his cock disappear into the hot clutch of your pussy, swallowing it up like a whore. His lip is pulled between his teeth as he groans, and fucks harder and faster into you like you’re barely a toy. “But I don’t care. Uncle’s gonna fuck this pussy every day from now on. My pussy. Mine.”

You can feel him in your throat with the way he pounds your pussy until you’re raw, squeezing your throat between his long fingers as his heavy balls hit you. And his mouth covers yours, tongues back together and spit messily covering your chin by the end of it. You don’t think eternity will be enough.

There’s some kind of failsafe inside every human, isn’t there? And yours is simply malfunctioning at the wrong times.

The woman hanging off his arm is lovely. Mina, you think it is. She’s smart and pretty and accomplished, and her hair has that perfect commercial shine as it bounces around her shoulders. And Satoru is laying on the sweetness thick, from what you can make out between the giggles and shiny smiles. Underneath the obnoxious shades hiding his pearly gaze from direct view as he makes quick work of scanning the beach. It sits in your stomach with an uncomfortable rumble. Even though you know… It’s for show. It’s all just for show.

You do your best not to frown when he looks back over his shoulder for a second to drag his eyes over you. “We should play beach volleyball!”

And a soft chuckle from the person by your side agrees when you can’t be bothered to. “You got it!” The blond is smart enough to give you a softly encouraging grin that makes you feel vindicated in your exasperation, before you stick up your own thumb. You have no intention of watching Satoru leave hot handprints all over her skin. The young man beside you clearly notices your hesitation, because he smoothes a palm down your spine to straighten you up a little, before blowing out a long breath that makes you smile. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’ll keep him busy if you’d rather lay in the shade for a little longer.”

Kenji’s fingers softly brush along the small of your back, then teasingly slips them under the knot of your bikini, as his mouth comes to hover over your ear. “Or we could sneak away for a little bit and…”

“And get caught for indecent exposure?” you giggle over your shoulder instead of letting him kiss you, and grab for one of the books that had gone untouched earlier in the day to tap it on his head. “We can’t,” you breathe with a smile, and watch as he takes that as a challenge. Really, you’re not one for fighting fire with fire. That’s Satoru’s play, and you don’t have any intention of mistreating anyone. But … the adoring gazes and personal attention does make the whole ordeal a lot easier to stomach. So easy even, that you’re down in the toasty sand with him above and your chest rising and falling rapidly for a few blissful seconds, before the volleyball hits the both of you on the sides.

Your eyes snap over to the head of white hair when he clears his throat, and holds his hands up in mock apology. Serene, picture-perfect smile plastered on his handsome face. You click your tongue, and you can’t hold back the angry echo of his name in your head as he walks up. “Sorry, sorry, my bad! You guys coming or what?” This whole song and dance is just— so frustrating. Despite your best effort to keep it in, a slight tick in your brow still makes its way onto your face.

“You guys start without me,” you breathe after a few seconds of staring Satoru down, allowing Kenji to pull you up from the sand to dust you off. “I’m going to go grab the sunscreen and the coolers from the car.” Kenji makes an attempt to stand, but you wave it off in favor of putting some space between you and the tallest as his crystal eyes drill holes through you. “No, I got it. Thanks though.”

By the time Satoru’s “girlfriend” walks up and slips underneath his arm, he raises a brow your way, and the glitter in his eyes makes you convinced that he knows just as well as you do. You do your best to ignore him — them, but you can still feel the sting of him appraising you through those stupid shades. Asshole. You swing your hips as you walk away, kicking up sand every time your slippers bounce up.

At least the short walk allows for a moment to cool off, and collect your thoughts. There’s no sense in getting fed up. He’ll just get home and start cracking jokes like always, pretending like he didn’t do something wrong in the first place. Nevertheless, you allow yourself only a short sigh and admittance of defeat in the little game you play as you click the trunk closed again.

Before you turn and walk into a solid chest, almost scaring you skittering back against the hot surface of the car. Large hands descend on you, one to wrap around your waist and the other covering your mouth- before he leans down further into your space. “So, so grumpy all the time.” Uncle Satoru’s rough handpalm slides down to grab a handful of your ass before he lowers his face to yours into a languid kiss, tongue tasting vaguely like strawberry as he drags it over yours with a hum. “Stop trying to make me jealous.”

“I’m— I’m not! And ‘m not grumpy. I just don’t want to see you,” you end up breathing out, wrapping your arms instinctively around his broad shoulders when those long fingers start toying with your pussy through the awfully flimsy fabric. “Satoruuu~”

His chuckle is matched with the impatient way he rubs two fingers up and down along your slit, and slides his other hand down your smooth stomach to start peeling it all off. “Call me uncle Satoru, c’mon baby. You know what I like.”

You barely have a chance to place your hand over your mouth to keep quiet as he noses your bikini top out of the way to drag his pink tongue languidly over your puffy bud— and those baby blues find you through wispy, white lashes. “Uncle ‘Toru, unc-cle ‘Ru— You’re gonna get us caught.” He sucks part of it into his mouth and leaves a mean mark with his teeth, before grinning.

“Hmm. I don’t care.”

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abibliophobiaa · 11 months

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fluff and/or smut request based on the prompt “My God, you're fun to kiss.”

Eddie preferred but if Steve inspires you more for this that's okay too!

ily💖

eddie munson x afab!reader. 18+.

It starts as friends.

Acquaintances, really. People who pass each other in the hall. Glances as you go, simple pleasantries, a wave if you’re lucky.

But fate steps in. And soon it’s a joint project, it’s trying to care for an egg together, to make sure it doesn’t break, gentleness foreign to both of you. It’s handing off your pretend child at the end of an afternoon—it’s joint custody over an eventual grade.

Soon, it’s gentle brushes of flesh in science class. It’s an accidental touch after almost dropping a pipette, a borrowed pencil, a shared eraser. Awkward encounters become heated glances. They become chemical interactions like the science projects you share with Eddie Munson.

Bright, vibrant, and potent.

You think it’s a joke when you’re paired in English class. Some sort of cosmic arrangement in the stars, a joke from the gods, what have you. Because of all the people you could act out Romeo and Juliet with, Eddie Munson is the last one on your list.

He’s brash and unruly. He’s disorganized and frenetic. He’s…well, he’s charismatic and alluring. Infuriating and compelling. Intriguing and impossible. Handsome and absolutely grotesque. Charming and…

Well. That’s the problem, really. The more the stars align, the more you find you like him. The more you find yourself enraptured by the boy with curly hair and a dimpled smile.

So it’s almost no surprise when you find yourself seated on a bench in the middle of spring, surrounded by dappled light and looming trees, books stretched out in front of you, practicing your lines. Only Eddie’s distracted. Has been for a bit. Since you arrived, really.

“Is there something on my face?” Your words are short. Staccato. Clipped. Brusque, without a real reason for them being so.

“Er—no.”

And that’s that. These weeks, these opportune moments—they mean nothing. Fleeting gazes, jovial banter, and brief looks? Those don’t make up a relationship. You know this. Yet it stings all the same. Sinks deep in your gut.

Or so you think.

The next time you meet in the woods, Eddie’s a live wire. Fingers tapping a pen on his notebook, brushing your cheek, curling around your jaw. He’s staring at you fondly. Like you’re the only girl in the world; like you’re his. And you would be—if he’d only asked you.

It’s on that day, as the sun sets and the sky glows orange, he leans down and kisses you the first time.

A gentle brush of his lips over yours as you sit on top of that wooden table. His knees press to the bench, your backside on the tabletop, his ringed fingers around your hips.

He kisses you like you’re precious—a jewel to be cherished, bright and twinkly, rare and his. And you find you like that; languish in it.

You get a B+ in O’Donnell’s class and the woods become your haven that next week. A place where you can run to him, your fingers in his hair, his arms around your waist. Whispers of hate and love, of frustration and adoration, of ‘will they’ and ‘won’t they.’

There’s a shlick of a zipper lowering. A hiss from the boy before you as you tug him forward by his belt loops, nosing along his throat, sucking purple hickeys into supple flesh.

He’s plush lips over your breast, whispers of, “My god, you’re fun to kiss.”

And you’re pliant. Heart a flutter as he slides your skirt up your thighs, parting you for him, brushing at your slit. He teases at your flesh. One finger, swirling in your slick, mouth swallowing your pitiful moans. And then another, sliding into you. Making you whimper and moan, gasps muffled against the column of his throat.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He asks, brushing his mouth over your ear.

Smirks into your skin when you tremble, thighs spreading wider, welcoming the boy as he prods at your center, groans when you whimper into his chest at the brush of his fullness against your hole.

“Y-yeah, Eds.”

“What do you want, baby? Need your words.”

Another brush. A nudge. A slight pressure where you want him most, but it has your toes curling, fingers tightening around his leather jacket, gripping fast to curls, teeth clenching around his earlobe.

“Need you to fuck me,” you manage.

“Yeah, baby?” He’s smirking. Dimples and cockiness, fingers curling around his base, pressing his head against your center. Collecting your slick and pushing in slightly. Enough to have you quivering, enough to have you begging for more. “Like this?”

And he’s sliding in. Inch by blessed inch, slowly and painstakingly so, until you’re a gasping, writhing, pleading mess. Tears prick your eyes, fingers in his hair, mouth against his.

“You like me,” he rasps.

Not a question.

Not at all.

A statement. Simple, just like breathing. Just like the way he slides in and out of you—like he’s always done so, like it’s what he’s always been made to, like he’s been doing so all along.

“I do,” you gasp out, shuddering around him, curling your thighs around him, dragging him closer. You need him closer. “I like you, Eddie Munson.”

“Go out with me.” A brush of his lips over your heart, hips rolling against yours, drawing out your pleasure.

You hate him, you like him, you might even love him.

“I will,” you whimper, pulling him tighter, burning brighter. “I will.”

And it’s one week later you walk down the halls hand in hand with Eddie Munson. Your health partner, lab partner, english partner. Stranger, acquaintance, friend.

Boyfriend.

Yours.

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undercoverpena · 14 days

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up sky, low high

frankie morales x f!reader | frankie morales masterlist

summary: frankie takes you on a heli-ride. you decide to test his competency and take him for a ride.

word count: 1.9k warnings: smut. 18+. there's mouth to cock action in the sky - new kink for jo? maybe. jo's interpretation of how to fly a heli is deffo a warning in itself. everyone is safe. remember he's a professional, but don't try this in the air bbys. jo’s spelling—written on phone, forgive me. moodboard not reflective of reader. an: this wouldn't be possible without @morallyinept who not only thotted with me, told me to write this, filled me with confidence at the halfway point when i sent it to her but also made the prettiest banner and moodboard for this (see at the bottom). babe ily, thank you so much for this.

It’s not ideal—not even close to safe.

Finger pushing in on the button that releases the elements of your seatbelt as you swallow, staring at him. Gawking, in fact.

Frankie always looks good, a fact not fiction.

Whether it’s first thing in the morning, sleep in his eyes—fingers scratching over his soft stomach as he yawns. Or when his eyes are hidden under the bill of his hat, dark, all mahogany brown pupils blown with lust as the thing on the television becomes forgotten.

And while he does always look incredible, there’s something criminal about the way he looks right now. Piloting, all in his element, wearing fucking competency like he was the one who first birthed it as he keeps the helicopter in the air.

Short flight, he’d said when he’d helped you into the rental.

Now, you could bet on it.

Because you're not even sure how long you’ve been in the air, too busy gazing, hungrily undressing him as he flicks switches and checks gauges. Your understanding of what he was doing lost, barely reaching a basic level.

What you do know is that if he reaches over, slides his hand up your dress and touches the fabric covering your pussy, he’d find them soaked.

But then, he’d also likely notice the way you’re taking shallow breaths, that you’ve been squirming for friction for the past so many instructions—

Because of his voice.

It all low, husky—dragged through gravel when it comes through the headset. Pointing out sights, places, but he’s the only thing you want to gaze at from this height. From any height.

That’s why the thought had arrived, to begin with, the lucrative one. The one so far gone that you try not to consider logistics and just trust in the fact he’d stop you if it was too unsafe. Your voice barely steady through the microphone, asking—layered and wrapped with demand, as your pulse quickens and your palms become slick with sweat.

You know the idea is ridiculous. Yet, somehow, you find yourself moving up onto your knees, digging them into the chair you’d just been seated on.

That’s when you see it. The glimmer, the spark, before he whines out that he’ll maintain altitude as you palm him over his cargo pants. Feeling him harden, pressing against the zipper, all thick, long and delicious as your mouth waters.

Because you need him in your mouth.

A thing you must murmur because suddenly he’s helping—lifting his hips as he whispers an oh fuck, when you drag his layers down and your hand wraps around his cock. More so when you move your wrist, dipping your head to slide your tongue to lick up the bead of want already there at the tip.

Flicking your gaze up, you find hungry eyes staring back—ones lit by the sun, shades a plenty making up the lust-filled gaze that makes your mouth open wider as you take as much of him as you can.

Fuck it’s glorious.

Both the thrum of vibrations through the cushion seat under your knees as he keeps the thing in the air and the feel of his hot length sliding against your tongue. As you take him. As you make him hiss through gritted teeth when you try to take a little more of him than you usually manage—tears springing in your eyes and your throat constricting around him—

“Careful, querida,” he soothes.

Large hand cupping the back of your head, easing, aiding, as his cock rests at the entrance of your mouth, placed perfectly on your lower lip. Breath coming back to you; eyes blinking as he darts his eyes from the world below him to you.

“You okay?”

Until now, you weren’t sure if it was possible to be more in love with him. Then he proved that even up in the air he thought of nothing but what was best for you.

Nodding, spit trailing down your chin, droplets falling to your chest where it pools as fabric meets skin, you smile. Gleam. Grin. Before making him swallow a moan as you take him again, his head falling back.

It’s then, when you hollow your cheeks do you feel him shift, allowing him, as he gently thrusts to slide his length as far down your throat as it allows. Good girl, so good, my good girl—

Humming around him at his praise, a blend of languages as he calls you pretty and perfect. And you can tell he’s close, taste it on your tongue as he begins to rock his hips, as he begins to hiss—teeth biting down on his lip, imagining his knuckles whitening around the cyclic stick.

It’s enough to make you come from the thought—close to ruining your own panties further as you press your thighs together.

Closing your lips around him, sucking and adorning, showing him, etching your love for him with the way your tongue swirls over the tip, hand gripping his thigh as he groans your name. It followed by s’close, m’close baby—

Then he pulls you off him, all with care. Spit connecting your lips to his tip as you stare at him in confusion. The line dropping, snapping—it clinging to the curls at the base of him, soaking his hair like dew on a spring morning.

“Frankie…”

It’s all you manage to croak out. Eyes wide, thoughts barely present, all cock-drunk and adrenaline-fuelled—the scent of him still there, around your nose, musk and engine oil.

“Need to land,” he replies, short, jaw tight—cock angry and throbbing between his thighs as he flicks a switch. “Can’t… can’t fuck you, unless I land.”

You’re not sure he’s ever landed so quickly, never mind so clunky. Remembering stories, how he gloats at his prowess at most of his land landings. But you have no time to question, think, or ask, before he pulls off his belt, headset and hat before reaching to yank you into his lap.

It’s clumsy—a mess of limbs, a tight squeeze as your hands skate around his neck. But you forget about it all when his mouth crashes to yours. Kissing you so hard and hungrily your teeth clash. His breath is hot in your mouth as he pants at the feel, likely tasting himself as he slips his tongue into yours.

And it’s warm, his tongue. Licking into your mouth, large hands around your waist brushing your clothed core against his cock—the hiss reverbing down your throat as you swear you feel him shake. Tremble. So desperate for you that it makes him quiver.

You love kissing him.

Could spend hours doing it. Not caring about jaw aches when you’re tangled up with him. Like right now. In some field, in some place—

“Need t’fuck you, baby. Can I fuck you please?” he asks, voice low, but tinged with a plea.

His hand balls up your dress, the other hand hooking a finger in to pull your soaked underwear from your pussy before groaning at the sight. “Hold them for me, baby.”

Swallowing, smiling—you do. Lifting, nudging yourself closer as your knees screech on the leather as you become full of molten hunger. Hovering over him as he eases the head of his cock to your slick entrance, sliding it through your folds, eyes focused on you.

“Can’t wait.”

“Then, don’t,” you whisper.

Then he hisses as he pushes in, right between his teeth. One that’s born at the back of his throat and makes an entrance into the air. Cuts. Slices. The sound so fucking hot that you clench around him when he bottoms out—mouth open in an O at how full, stretched and stuffed you feel.

“No te muevas—lemme feel you, baby. Fuck—”

Your smile widens—practically smirking. Shifting on him as the hand on your waist tightens its hold. But, you’re not listening. Even less so when you press an open-mouth kiss to his skin as you begin to move, to slowly slide your pussy up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, querida—feel so—good—incredible. Tu perfecto. Made for me, you know that…”

It’s layered—all in a breath; you answer similarly when you say that you do. Practically pressing it into the air as you pant, resting your forehead on his shoulder, as the two of you are quick to find a pace.

It’s almost drowned by how wet you are, how loud it is when he begins to thrust up into you. All aching for one another, practically feral as you feel your slick clings to your inner thighs—likely smudging against his skin as your fist clenches at his shirt. Clit brushing against the tangle of coarse hair, you’re soaking, that makes you dizzy as he begins to fuck up into you.

All deep thrusts. Making you moan—feeling nothing but good. Perfect. Amazing.

Just how he always makes you feel this way. Every, single, time—

“Need you to come, baby,” he strains, rasps, groans as you feel his hand—all expert, calloused in the right places—snake between the two of you.

It’s there, trying to disguise between letters: desperation. Despair. His touch confirms it, finding your bundle of nerves as he makes you gasp, arch, tighten around him as your hand finds refuge on the back of his neck. Your fingers slide into his sweat-soaked curls, smearing against your fingers as you clutch, grip and grasp.

And you’re aware of it now. How the cabin is warmer—windows likely smothered in perspiration—but it’s nothing compared to the heat of your body. It licks at your neck, at the base of your spine, the backs of your thighs that meet your calves.

But you’re lost in it, in him. Wanting nothing more than to come; unable to speak from how much you want to. More so as his hips cant up into you, as you begin to see white in the corner of your vision—as your body becomes more fire than bone.

Tightening around him as he shifts, an angle that makes you see fucking stars as you whine his name like it’s made of one syllable.

“—that’s it, querida. Fuck, s’good for me, I love—“

It building, so near to snapping as you hear him babbling, rambling. Your mouth is just open against his neck, moaning—the noise slipping out of you as it slams into you. His voice fading, the world going quiet as you come undone, all pulsing, all clenching down on him as it crests.

But his hips push you through it. Chasing, seeking. His pace is all sloppy, difficult, lost as you blink your eyes open to see the way his face is scrunched, lips over his teeth. And if you hadn’t just, you swear you’d come against from the sight.

That look of sheer determination, skin bathed in sweat before his eyes find yours—crystallising, glazed over and fucked out—

“Come for me, baby,” you whisper.

And his expression pauses. Relaxes.

Smooths.

His hand tightens on your hip, grunting out your name—burying it into the air as his hips stutter. Then, he whines. Spilling inside of you as he collapses back into the chair, you pressed against him, jaw all slack and his eyes clenched shut.

And you swear you can feel his heartbeat. It is all out of step with your own.

Not that you care.

Smiles painted on your faces as your eyes met his, breaths ragged, your finger wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.

Before his lips slide back over yours, kissing you, writing gratitude against your mouth as the muscles in his neck flex under your palm.

an: look how pretty this issssssss. thank you so much, jett.

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thelov3lybookworm · 1 month

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Another Chance

Summary: Y/n is a fallen star. Lucien finds her.

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A/n: my second fic for my first @starfallweek celebration🥳

so, as we all know, i cant live without my baby boi luc, so out of the three random fics i started writing yesterday, this made it to the finish line.

also, i couldnt decide who to pick because, this fic was obviously going to be an x reader fic, but then i got the brilliant idea to make it Jesminda x luc, but now i present to you.... THIS!!!!

(@daycourtofficial please dont kill me ily)

anyways, enjoy!

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If someone got dropped in the middle of a night court's forest and didn't know, all they had to do was wait till the sun set.

After that, the dark practically screamed Night court.

Walking through the thick roots blanketing the ground, it seemed like there was no light in the world, the canopy so thick that even the light from the travelling stars that filled the night sky was hard to penetrate.

The air was still, though the occasional breeze made Lucien shiver as he wandered around aimlessly, trying to pass the time until he returned to the human lands so Vassa and Jurian didn't question him about his early arrival.

Lucien glanced down to his feet as he kicked a rock, then stomped on a fallen branch. In front of him, Lucien could see a clearing coming into view, but he decided to turn away.

That is until the world suddenly brightened, and Lucien's head whipped up to see a bright streak of light flying straight toward that clearing.

He watched as it- the star- collided with the ground and soil flew in every direction, a loud thud echoing in the aftermath before silence again enveloped the forest.

Lucien was sprinting towards the dent in the earth the moment he got his bearings, tripping and falling over his own feet. His heart beat in his ears, telling him to hurry and go to her.

Lucien did not understand this sudden urge, but he did not fight it as he sped up.

Just a few feet away from the shallow crater in the earth, Lucien's ears picked up on sounds.

Groans of pain emanated from whatever had landed in the clearing, and for the first time since Lucien saw it beelining towards the ground, he was on edge and wondering if this was a good idea.

Oh well.

Peering in, Lucien's whole body froze as he studied the softly moving form of... of a fae.

What the fuck?

Lucien's brain had stopped working, for he could do nothing but stare at the female and think about how she felt familiar.

Too familiar.

The colour of her hair, the tone of her skin, the shape of her body...

With a jolt, Lucien realised why she felt so familiar.

This was not a random fae. This was Lucien's first and only love. The one he had watched die in front of his eyes.

Jesminda.

Y/n Jesminda Flores.

She glanced up after a moment of squirming, her eyes widening with relief when she found Lucien staring at her.

"Lucien? Help me out please."

As if in a trance, Lucien watched his hand extend and grasp hers, tears springing in his eyes when his skin touched hers, the familiarity and comfort of it threatening to break him.

He did not feel anything, numb and confused as he watched her dust herself off, still in the bloody slip she had been wearing when she was kill-

No.

Lucien could not think back to that time, for if he did, he would lose any and all composure he had managed to hold on to.

"Jesminda? How- I... how?"

She glanced up at him, a furrow between the brows Lucien used to kiss every chance he got.

"What? Why do you look like someone bit you in the ass huh?" A teasing smile, the one Lucien would have died for, graced her lips, and finally, despite his efforts, a tear slipped out of his eye.

"Y/n, how are you here? I... you- you died."

"Oh shut it Lucien, what do you mean I died? I'm standing here in front of you aren't I?" She glanced behind her to the crater, then frowned down at her slip. "Though I would love to have a chat with whoever put me in that crater and in this ugly thing. Why would someone put a bloody-"

She didn't get to finish, because the next moment, Lucien was wrapped around her, holding her as if he wanted to kill her from lack of air.

"Lucien- Oh mother- stop. I can't breathe."

She tried to slap him on the back, his waist, anywhere she could reach, but he did not budge.

"Y/n- Y/n you died. You were killed in front of me." He sobbed, burying his face in her shoulder.

Y/n froze. "What the hell are you talking about Lucien? I'm..." She trailed off, then quickly pushed him away. "Lucien, what day is it?"

He sniffed. "Starfall in the Nigh court."

She blinked, then turned her face towards the sky. "Was I really killed?"

He nodded.

"Then maybe the stories were true."

"What stories?" Lucien questioned as he discreetly tried to wipe his face on the sleeve of his jacket.

"My mother used to tell me. The souls that travel during starfall? Sometimes the Mother grants them another chance in life, but its so rare that barely anyone knows about it."

She grabbed Lucien's arms, tears now streaming down her face.

"If what you're saying is true, which I believe you, then the Mother has blessed us."

He blinked at her, brain unable to grasp anything. "I-"

She laughed, her head tossed back. "Oh Lucien, my love my heart, what would I ever do without you."

Lucien smiled, starting to believe this was not some cruel joke the mother was playing on him.

She quieted down after a moment, looking at him with the eyes she could only use when in the safety of his rooms.

So much love, too much adoration swirled in the depths of those eyes, a window to her soul.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Its been centuries-"

"Centuries?! What the fuck??"

Lucien laughed then, like the way he'd never laughed since she left him.

"Cauldron boil me, you need to give me all the drama that happened while I was doing mother knows what." She glanced down. "But before that, maybe let me take a shower. And your clothes."

Lucien pulled her in for a kiss before she could demand anything else.

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sashiavi · 3 months

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for the wip ask game, either the wrio rut one or the haikaveh one 👀 i NEED to know

Trigger Warning - Dark Content | CNC | Use Of The Word "R*pe" As A Discriptive Word | pleading and begging you read and acknowledge the warnings ily

Ah, early Spring. Ice finally melting from the trees of the forest, slushy snow turning into the usual stick clattered mud that decorated the wood’s floor. The sun's warmth finally peaks out from the dreary overcast of the sky. Flowers begin budding, slowly opening to spread their pollen and seed across the newly green grass. Something else was budding. A stir in the tummy.. Of a big, bad Wolf..

...

"M' Rapin' a litter of puppies into your tummy, huh?” Wriothesley’s throat squeezes around his words, rasping out, grated against his tongue. His heavy hips buck rhythmically into the poor little bunny's own.

Sweat dribbles from Wriothesley’s nose, spattering on to the soft skin of the bunny's tummy, dangerously laced in hot pharmones. He feels her little pussy clench and gush over his length, his scent eggs her on, pungently invading her senses.

"M' gonna mark you up.. Wanna bite down on you... Finish what I shoulda' started in the woods.." His claws squish and nip into the silly bunny's hip, threatening to prick the unmarked skin. The little bunny shakes, thrashing her head from side to side, bucking her hips back into his own in an attempt of distraction.

And it nearly works.

Idk man ;;

#genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #ʚ•*°SashiAvi Writes°*•ɞ

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heavenlyhischier · 5 months

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Hi!!! My love I am so excited for your celebration!!

Could you do these prompts with Jack Hughes? ❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜ ❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

NOT SUPER HAPPY WITH IT BC IM WRITING THIS AT WORK BUT ENJOY ILY

warning: MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT— smut, unprotected sex

Summers had always been your favorite time of the year, and that feeling only grew when you started dating Jack two years ago. You now found yourself at their lake house a good majority of your summer, spending your time on the boat or just outside while you enjoyed the warm air as the sun beat down on your skin. It brought a whole new meaning to summer for you, and you were eternally grateful that it was Jack who had done that for you.

Everyone had decided to have a more relaxed day, branching off to do their own things until the evening. You, of course, ended up outside by the water, splayed out on the lounger as you let the sun hit your skin. Jack was sitting next to you, and you thought he was scrolling through your phone, but his eyes were dragging the length of your body. He was taking in every dip, every curve, every freckle as if it was the first time he’s seen you with a bikini on before, and it was causing all of the blood to rush to his cock.

“Baby,” He called out, voice rippling through the breeze and breaking you away from your thoughts, “C’mere.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, sliding your sunglasses to the top of your head to narrow your eyes at him, “Why? We’re not gonna fit on the chair together.”

“Just want you,” He shrugged, a coy smile toying at his lips, “We’ll fit, just gotta sit on my lap.”

You let out a soft laugh, getting off of the chair to take the few steps needed over to him. He gently pat his thighs, gesturing you to straddle them as he gave you a playful wink. Grabbing onto his shoulders, you placed your knees on either side of him, careful to not slip off the chair, and relaxed against him. You immediately felt his bugle pressing to your inner thigh, and heat flooded everywhere in your body.

“Jack,” You mumbled, “Let’s go inside.”

He gripped your hips, pushing you down on his erection as he let out a small moan. Your eyes flutter closed when he adjusts your body so your center is pushing against him, the pressure moving from your thigh to your clit. With your finger nails digging crescent shaped marks in his skin, you repeat yourself in hopes that he would get the hint, but he shakes his head.

“What? We’re going to fuck right here? What if some sees us,” You whisper though no one’s around to hear you anyways.

“They won’t, baby, I promise. Need you right now,” He groaned, “Please.”

Despite the fear of getting caught, you couldn’t help but feel a little exhilarated by the thought too. Jack’s eyes are boring into yours, wide and pleading as he waits for your response. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you let out a small nod, and Jack is quick to lift the the both of you so he can tug his shorts down his legs enough to let his cock spring free.

“It’s okay,” He assured you as he watched your eyes dart around you, “No ones going to come out here, and no one can see us from the water.”

You swallowed thickly as let out a deep breath, letting yourself focus on the situation in front of you rather than the possibility of what could happen. Jack reached a hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, silently asking you if it was okay to keep going. In response, you pull your bottoms to the side and grab the base of his dick, dragging it through the wetness between your folds.

“Shit,” He hissed when your grip tightened as you lined him up with your entrance.

You let out a breathy, whiny moan as you sink onto him, his thick length filling you up entirely until you couldn’t take anymore. Your hands fly back up to his shoulders to steady yourself as you wait for the dull pain to subside. Jack is letting out a string of quiet moans as he feels your walls clench around him as you adjust to his size, his hips twitching with the desire to buck into you. He doesn’t mind the sharp sting from your nails in his shoulder, the only feeling he cares about is the way you feel wrapped around him.

After what feels like forever to Jack, he watches as you lift your hips up before slowly rocking back down against him. He pulls you into his chest, his lips capturing your own in a passionate kiss as you set the pace. The pads of his fingers are harshly pressing into your flesh as he tries to control himself, but the way you dragged your pussy against him was sure to ruin any self control he thought he had.

“You feel so good, baby,” He groaned against your lips, his hands slowly beginning to move you at his pace, “Being such a good girl. Taking my cock when anyone could see you.”

Your movements are slow and shallow, the way you’re sitting on him not providing you with enough room to do anymore than that, but Jack is quick to take over. He’s holding you tightly as he slams into you, your moans loud as they bounce off the trees and across the water. The desire to stay quiet long forgotten as the man beneath you hits into you deeper and harder with each thrust.

He didn’t want to let go of your hips due to the unstable nature of the chair, and since Jack knew your body better than his own soemtimes, he knew how to guide you to your release with just his cock. He could feel your walls flutter around him, and he knew that you were about to reach your breaking point, but so was he. He never lasted long when you were on top of him, the sight alone was enough to send him to orgasm.

“Let me cum in you, please. I want to fill you up,” He whines as he nearly sends himself over the edge.

“Okay,” You manage to force out through strangled moans.

His hips stutter underneath you as your orgasm is tearing through your body and you have to bite his shoulder to prevent yourself from screaming out. Jack is a mumbling mess of moans and curse words as he shoots his load into you, filling you up with his cum as his movements slow down. Your moans turn into whimpers as he carefully continues to rock himself into you, the feeling proving to be a bit too much for your arching core.

“Jack, how are we going to clean up before going inside? I don’t have a towel,” You ask, slight panic settling in your chest as you snap your head up to meet his gaze.

“We’re right by the water baby. We’ll be fine.”

#kayla🩷#⭃ abby answers asks #jack hughes #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes smut #2k milestone!

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rip-quizilla · 6 months

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Impossible to Hate You ~ Part 5

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: Everything is falling- leaves from the trees, rain from the sky, you for Eddie, and Eddie for you.

Word Count: 10.1 K

A/N: Big thanks to @the-unforgivenn (happy birthday❤️) for all of the help you gave me on this chapter, and honestly this whole fic in general. You've been an invaluable part of the writing process of this story, and the fact that you care so much about Eddie & Ace just makes me feel so loved... you don't even know. Ily wifey✨

Thank you @vintagehellfire for your priceless tattoo knowledge- I hope I did you proud!!

Also thanks to @blueywrites for helping me decide on what Eddie would tattoo on reader back in our Tumblr DMs in June😂 y'all that's how long I've had this scene in my brain. This part of the story has been a long time coming.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Part 5

Fall, 1983

“Rick, are you serious, man?”

“Dead serious, I’ll sell it to you for twenty.”

You caught the tail end of their conversation as you approached the red plastic picnic table in Forest Hills trailer park. Today was the first day of fall, and while it may not have felt like biting cold and crunchy leaves yet, it did feel like flannels tied around waists and long-dead grass that broke beneath the soles of your shoes. You hopped up onto the surface of the table, swinging your feet around to rest beside Eddie where he sat on the bench.

“Sell what?” you asked, producing three cans of Coke from your bag that you’d brought from home and handing one to each of the boys. Rick had grown accustomed to your presence since the spring, so he actually cracked a smile when he answered your question and nodded in thanks as he accepted the can.

“Munson wants to buy my old tattoo gun.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, seriously?” you asked Eddie.

He didn’t take his eyes off Rick. “And I’m wondering what the catch is if you’re selling it to me for so cheap.”

You cracked open your can of soda with a hiss, joining Eddie in his Rick stare-down. “Hmm,” you mused, “I bet he forgot to clean it and it’s staph-infested.”

“Nope,” Rick popped the ‘p’ after taking a swig from his shiny red can. “Never been used, so I can guarantee it’s staph-free. Always meant to use it, but after that brush with the cops I had last month, I don’t want to risk having it.”

You narrowed your eyes at Eddie, trying to discern whether or not he’d thought about the fact that if he bought it, then he would be in possession of paraphernalia for illegal Indiana activities.

Then again, you knew he smoked weed and that was most definitely against the law as well, and he hadn’t been caught yet. You trusted him not to be stupid enough to get arrested.

You turned your line of questioning on Eddie. “Why on earth do you need a tattoo gun anyway?”

“Well you see, Ace-” Eddie lifted one of your feet up from the bench, straightening your leg and presenting your right shoe- your white converse, half covered in mythical creatures and random doodles that Eddie had slowly been adding to with his fine-tipped Sharpie ever since you’d bought them in early August. “-it seems that I need a canvas for my art, and it won’t be long before I run out of shoe.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “So now people are the canvas?”

Eddie held up his arms, bare skin nearly translucent in the afternoon sun. His nearly-too-small Iron Maiden tee showcased just how much bare skin he had to spare along the contours of his limbs. “If by people you mean me, then yeah.”

“You’re going to tattoo yourself?”

“Yep!”

“Without practicing on someone else first?”

Eddie smirked, “You volunteering?”

You rolled your eyes, but for some odd reason the idea stuck. You decided to play along.

“Let’s say I am, what would the tattoo be?”

Eddie hadn’t anticipated this answer. He was so surprised, in fact, that he choked on the soda that he’d just sipped into his mouth before your question. In a cacophony of coughs and wheezes, Eddie managed to regain his composure as you smiled wryly, feeling as though you’d bested him somehow in some small way. To fluster him with something as small as this, something he hadn’t expected.

“You’re serious? You want a tattoo?” Eddie responded skeptically, before turning away from you to fiddle with his soda can still held in his hands.

You shrugged, as if he were asking if you wanted a pizza, not a permanent brand inked on your skin. “Why not? I think I’d look pretty badass with a tattoo.”

You weren’t sure what was making you feel so bold today, but you had a feeling it might be related to the thought of Eddie covered in ink that wound up and down his skin that was making you ache to touch it when it was still naked and peach-pale. You scooched a couple inches down the tabletop to the left, placing your seat directly behind Eddie’s neck.

Then, in a stroke of something between bravery, stupidity, and need, you carefully slung your legs over Eddie’s shoulders so that they sat in the bends of your knees.

It was a simple gesture- familiar, even. You made a point to lean back a little, bracing your hands behind you on the tabletop so that the apex of your thighs stayed a good distance from the back of Eddie’s neck. You felt Eddie’s shoulders stiffen, each muscle under your jeans tensing for a moment before relaxing into the closeness.

Then Eddie brought his hands to your ankles, his fingertips brushing the spare skin between your high tops and the cuffs of your jeans. The pads of his thumbs barely caressed the skin but they felt like a kiss- a thing coveted and then forbidden, then coveted even more.

His touch drifted over your legs, warm hands coming to rest over your shins and squeeze, heating the denim that separated his skin from yours. You were holding your breath. You’d been so confident a second ago yet here he was, knocking the very air from your lungs.

You waited anxiously for him to say something; if he didn’t you were sure you were going to do something stupid. Something that would involve more of his skin on your skin.

“Would you want this tattoo of yours to show?” Eddie asked at last, breaking the silence between the two of you- well, the three of you. Rick was still there, taking in the sight before him with a smirk on his face.

“Not easily, my parents would kill me.” you said, ensuring that your tone of voice was nonchalant, casual. “But I don’t see the harm in something small that I could hide.”

Eddie tilted his head back and up, earthen eyes flicking up to yours. “What happened to ‘looking badass’?”

You pursed your lips as you leaned forward, bringing your faces to hover parallel over each other. “You’re saying that taking my pants off to reveal a surprise tatty isn’t badass?”

You watched as Eddie’s eyes flashed darker for a split second- nearly imperceptibly so- before his lips stretched sinfully into a mischievous grin. “Oh, under the pants then, huh?”

His hands traced higher, ghosting on your knees and burning his fingerprints through your jeans.

“Easy to hide,” you said, struggling to keep your voice even. “It’s a practical placement.”

Eddie’s thumbs stroked absentminded circles into the flesh of your lower thighs, tight denim puckering with the motion. “Practical placement…” he murmured, low enough that it sounded like he hadn’t even meant to say it out loud.

“You could put it on your hip.”

Both of your heads whipped around to focus on Rick, who was grinning at both of you like he’d just discovered a fun new game to play. He shrugged, hopping up to sit beside you on the tabletop. “You want it to be hidden all of the time, right?” he leaned to shove you congenially with his shoulder. “When’s a good girl like you gonna be showing off some hip? I bet the only one who’ll see that will already be married to you when he lays eyes on-”

“Hey!” you interjected. “You act like I’m some prude, I’m not a nun.” Rolling your eyes, you looked back down at Eddie hoping to meet his gaze and laugh together over how ridiculous Rick was being. However, you looked down only to find Eddie’s chocolate browns trained on Rick with wide-eyed warning. A silent message was clearly being exchanged, but it wasn’t for you.

Rick was smiling smugly down at Eddie, unbeknownst to you, and Eddie was getting the message loud and clear:

It’s time to raise the stakes, kid.

“Perfect!” Rick chirped, smug eyes still trained on Eddie’s. “So you wouldn’t mind letting Eddie use your hip as his, uh… canvas, then?”

If Eddie’s looks could kill, Rick would be a dead man.

“Yeah.” you choked out, refusing to give yourself time to chicken out of what you’d gotten yourself into. “Yeah, why not?”

***

Rainy days in autumn just felt right.

Sure, you were in Latin class. Sure, you were supposed to be working on a packet the substitute teacher had just passed out. However, it was raining outside. The sub was easygoing enough that she hadn’t made a move to stop Eddie from doodling on your shoe that was perched comfortably on the crook of his hip.

You sat behind him in every class you had together- there were four of them this year- and Eddie had gotten into the habit of reaching back to tap you on the leg whenever he knew he was losing focus. Every time he tapped, you would carefully stretch your leg forward until his hand caught on your ankle, lifting it up until it rested on his lap. His sharpie would go to work on whatever blank spots he could still find on your white converse, and the mindless activity of his drawing would keep his mind awake enough to listen as teachers droned on and on.

The change in Eddie wasn’t lost on his teachers- they had all noticed the impact that your company seemed to have on him, and it was the only reason why they hadn’t had any issues with your constant companionship. When you were around, Eddie actually paid attention in his classes and turned in work- that was good enough for them.

The silence of the classroom and the soundtrack of rainfall beating against the roof and windows had created the perfect work zone for you, and your focus on your classwork was only interrupted when you noticed a folded piece of torn notebook paper on the edge of your desk.

Smirking as you felt Eddie continue doodling on your shoe, you unfolded the paper and read the slanted scrawl that you’d come to recognize instantly as Eddie’s handwriting.

Were you serious about the tattoo thing? It’s OK if you’re not.

Your cheeks heated, contemplating whether you were still serious about it or not. The only fears you had about it were completely logical- Eddie had literally no clue what he was doing. Yours would only be his second tattoo after his own. Worst case scenario, the tattoo would get infected and you go to the hospital. Eddie gets arrested for tattooing without a medical license. Best case scenario… you get to sit there while he grips your naked thigh for as long as it takes to leave a permanent reminder of him on your hip.

You blinked a couple of times, letting that mental image wash over you, before confidently penning your answer beneath his message.

I’m serious.

Folding the scrap of paper and handing it back to him, you felt his Sharpie leave your shoe as he took the note and read it. You watched him register the two words, glance back at you through the loose strands of hair that hung over his shoulder, then smile softly into a shake of his head. A second later, he was handing the note back to you.

If you say so, Ace. What am I tattooing, and where?

You had to think about it for a moment before passing back your answer

Hip is fine. What are you gonna do? We could match.

Eddie’s reply came faster than you’d ever seen him write any of his notes in class, that’s for damn sure.

You want matching tattoos?? Are you sure?

Your heart began to race. Was that bad? Was he judging you for wanting to match him? Maybe you were being too clingy, trying too hard… you glanced down at his jacket, which was wrapped around you almost every day at this point- it was practically a second skin. His handwriting was all over your shoes. You stared at your fingers, scarlet polish chipping from the tips of your nails, and you remembered that you’d chosen red solely because he’d mentioned it was his favorite color.

Were you coming across as desperate? Were you weirding him out? Maybe you needed to dial it back-

A new piece of paper slid across your desk, Eddie’s eyes glancing your way with nothing but warmth in his gaze before he returned his attention to your shoe on his lap.

I’m fine with it if you are.

Putting bats on my forearm.

You released a breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, giving ways for butterflies to take flight inside your chest. You grinned, jotting down your reply beneath his writing.

I’m more than fine with it.

Could you do just one little bat on my hip?

Eddie took a little longer this time with his response, and you understood why once you saw the adorably small silhouette of a bat penned in black on the paper he’d passed back to you.

You leaned forward, letting your chin nearly brush the fabric of his denim jacket as you whispered low enough that the substitute teacher wouldn’t hear.

“It’s perfect.”

A snicker from the other side of the classroom caught your ear. Eddie and you both turned to see a cluster of letter-jacketed assholes staring at the two of you, whispering and laughing with each other.

You knew deep down that you didn’t care what they thought. You knew that you should just keep your head down. Ignore them.

But then you caught the tail end of one of their sentences.

“...fucking freaks.”

Two things happened simultaneously: your eyebrows jumped, and Eddie’s stomach dropped.

The ringing of the bell was all you needed to angrily shove your belongings into your backpack and march over to the other side of the classroom, stopping the jocks in their tracks. Eddie was right behind you, tugging you back by the crook of your elbow as you steadily ignored his pleas to sit down and ignore them, they aren’t worth it.

“You want to repeat what you were saying over there, Alan?” You stared up at the freckled boy, his harsh features sneering down at you from where he stood nearly half a foot taller than you. His height did nothing to deter you, however. Neither did Eddie’s death grip on your arm.

Alan snorted, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the two of you before him. His eyes flicked over you, appraising for about two seconds before directing his attention to Eddie behind you. “You letting your girl pick your fights for you now, Munson?”

Eddie didn’t have a chance to respond; you didn’t give him one. “Don’t look at him.” you stepped forward, bringing you mere inches from the freckled football star. “I asked you a question.”

Alan and his cronies laughed, apparently amused by the show of dominance you were trying to make. You opened your mouth to berate him further, but the sharp tug on your arm from Eddie was strong enough this time to jerk you away from them and toward the door of the classroom.

“Wh- Eddie, quit it!” you tried to shake off his grip but it wasn’t going to budge; Eddie marched you out the door and down the hallway like a man on a mission.

“Yeah, Eddie, quit it!” You both could hear Alan’s patronizing whine from the classroom, his voice thrown into a reedy falsetto that made your blood boil. His voice trailed off, melting into the nasal snickers of his friends.

Eddie didn’t let go of your arm until the two of you reached his locker, at which point he finally looked you in the eye- and his stare embodied an intensity that you hadn’t seen from him ever before. You’d seen him intense, of course… just not like this.

This looked like fear.

“What the fuck was that for?” Eddie bit out, his teeth clenched and eyes wide.

You crossed your arms, suddenly defensive. Had you messed up, somehow? “I… I mean, they were calling us names, I wasn’t going to just sit there.”

“Alan’s an illiterate asshole, you don’t need to explain yourself to him.”

“I know I don’t need to, but…” You chuckled humorlessly, that familiar vengeful feeling from moments ago beginning to bubble back up. “You know what, no. I do need to. I’m not the kind of person who can just sit there while jerks like him run around slandering good people, it’s wrong!”

Eddie huffed, his hands on his hips as he glanced around and shook his head. “Slandering, huh? That’s a big word, Ace. What’s that, the college word of the day?” You raised an eyebrow, watching him closely and curiously.

He was fidgeting nonstop, repeatedly picking up his feet and replacing them on the floor only an inch or so away from where they’d been before. His eyes darted in every direction, as if scanning for potential threats so that he could run from them before they decided to pounce.

“Eddie, why are you so afraid of those guys?”

Big brown eyes widened to saucers, refocusing on you. “This isn’t fear, Ace, it’s just common sense.” Eddie checked over his shoulder to ensure the jocks were gone, then took a step closer. He leaned his shoulder against the locker, lifting his opposite arm to gently place his hand on your upper arm. You shivered, feeling his thumb trace small circles through his own black leather. Maybe that’s why he’s so scared all of a sudden, you pondered, leaning closer to Eddie. He’s given me his armor.

You lowered your voice, sympathetic to Eddie’s plight. “You know I wouldn’t let them hurt you, Eds.” Looking up into his eyes, you expected to see them soften, gratitude coating his gaze. Instead, they widened and crinkled slightly at the edges. Eddie huffed out a gaudy laugh, incredulous at your admission.

“Hurt me?” he shook his head, stunned, and began to rifle through his locker for the books he needed for next class. “Ace, I just don’t want them to hurt you!”

You balked. “Me?” an eyebrow raised, you crossed your arms over your chest, defensive once again. “You really think they’d hit a girl? They’re jerks but I don’t think they’d go that far-”

“Nah, they’ll only sick their girlfriends on you.” Eddie punctuated his sentence with a slam of his locker door. “Purebred harpies with matching scrunchies who’ll make your life a living hell and then pretend that you’re the crazy one.”

It was a struggle to keep up with him at the rate he was walking, strides each a yard wide as he tugged you along by your hand.

Your hand. Eddie Munson was holding your hand.

“You, uh… you speaking from experience?” You stuttered over your words, cheeks heating at the sudden skin-to-skin contact. He had just admitted that he didn’t want to see you get hurt- his blatant protectiveness of you coupled with the way he was decisively dragging you by the hand to your locker right now was nearly too much for you to handle.

“Trust me,” Eddie sighed, swinging you around as he reached your locker and (to your dismay) letting go of your hand. “You get asked out on a dare enough times, you figure out how their coven operates.”

Eddie wasn’t meeting your eyes. You had to actually place your hand on his shoulder to capture his gaze. “Eddie,” you said, making a conscious effort to keep your voice steady and be something stable for him to feel at least a little grounded on. “Deep breath.”

Surprisingly, he did as you said. Eddie closed his eyes, inhaling deep and allowing his lungs to fill long enough that his chest expanded before his exhale blew softly on your cheeks. It smelled like the apple you’d brought for him at lunch.

When you were once again treated to that warm hazelnut gaze, your hand acted without thinking and flew up to gently rest against his jawline. You were crossing some invisible line- you knew that- but the light in the hallway was causing shadows to take up residence in the dusting of whiskers that decorated the sharp incline that led to his chin. Your fingertips brushed his skin reverently, and he seemed frozen. Eddie didn’t dare move; you were like a butterfly that had deigned to land on him of all people, and damn it all if he was going to fuck it up and scare you off.

“I’ve got you, you’ve got me… right?” Your voice was barely loud enough to be heard through the noise of bustling students. “We look out for each other, Eddie, we’re stronger together.”

Eddie remained still under your caress, wishing he could focus on your touch. Wishing he could rip his eyes away from where they were trained behind you- held in terrified contact with a sadistic-looking Alan who stood with his cherry-lipsticked girlfriend across the hallway. Alan’s lips were curled into a sneer, watching as the thing that Eddie wanted most became his worst nightmare.

You were openly touching him, while wearing his clothes, standing in shoes covered with his drawings- and Eddie watched in horror as the harpy pushed up on her tiptoes to whisper something in Alan’s ear before both of them refocused not on Eddie, but on you.

They laughed like fucking heyenas, eyeing their next meal.

It took every ounce of self control Eddie had, but he gently took your hand in his and lowered it from his cheek. He ignored the way your eyes gazed up at him the same way a scorned puppy begged for some kind of affection, any confirmation that they are, indeed, loved.

“It’s the together part I’m worried about, Ace.” Eddie whispered, keeping his voice low.

You were quiet, which Eddie hated because it was his fault.

“Oh, and um-” Eddie raised his shoulders and shivered, rubbing his hands along his upper arms to warm himself with the friction. “-it’s a little chilly today… you mind if I wear the jacket?” His hand drifted down to the flannel that hung loosely tied around your waist, taking a corner of the material and feeling it between the pads of his thumb and forefinger.

“This’ll keep you warm, yeah?”

You stared blankly for a moment, stunned. You had nearly forgotten that the jacket was his to take. You’d assumed he liked that you always wore his jacket, but… perhaps you’d made that up. You were eager for him to want things like that, after all… ‘more than friends’ kinds of things. However, asking for a borrowed item to be returned was completely normal for friends. You chided yourself for reading too much into it and smiled warmly up at him.

“Yeah! Of course!” you sprung into action, setting your backpack down on the floor as you began to shrug off the jacket. “You’re right it’s frigid in here today.”

You handed the jacket to Eddie, who donned it with a thin-lipped smile. Parting ways for your next class, you departed in opposite directions down the hallway.

Upon arriving in your calculus class, you glanced out the window eager to zone out as you watched the rain, only to be greeted by a gray sky drained of its water. The rain’s reprieve left nothing in its wake but a tired sun, soft mist that obscured all surety, and packed Indiana dirt softened to mud too loose for one to find their footing.

The sort of mud that, should you try to walk through it, you’d be destined to slip and fall.

***

When Eddie thought of Halloween, he thought of blood and sugar.

It was a strange contradiction, the way that Halloween’s association with horror and gore had balanced itself out with candy corn and fun-sized Snickers bars, and yet the juxtaposition of the two brought a smile to his face. The combination of sweet and terrifying embodied the holiday perfectly. On Halloween, there was no need for any kind of steely exterior that might protect him from judgment. No need to hide the way he really feels behind the scary metalhead armor he’d so carefully curated as a defense mechanism.

On Halloween, he wasn’t just allowed to be a freak. He was celebrated for it.

On Halloween, he could just be.

It was the reason why Halloween just so happened to be the day he’d had enough courage to look through your bedroom window exactly four years ago. It’s the day when Hell meets Heaven to make something sweet, and anything can happen.

Anything- including matching tattoos on the floor of his trailer.

Everything was ready- Eddie had laid out sheets of newspaper to cover what he’d deemed the tattoo zone, and broken down a cardboard box to act as a stable surface on the soft carpet of his bedroom floor. Eddie had scrutinized every instruction he’d been able to wrench from Rick for how to work the tattoo machine. Grips, needles, fucking rubber bands that were apparently very necessary… he’d made sure he had it all. He’d even practiced on an orange that he’d swiped from the kitchen counter.

A thick black cable now snaked across his carpeted floor, connecting the machine to a pedal, the pedal to a power supply, and the power supply to the yellowed plastic outlet on his wall. Beside the machine sat a stack of paper towels and all sorts of other shit Rick had advised him to make sure he used. He was lucky that Rick had bought a bottle of black ink- Eddie wouldn’t have known where to seek out medical-grade ink in a state where it was illegal to ink your skin without a license.

Your knock at his door made Eddie jump; he wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. It would be easy to write his nerves off as adrenaline before his first tattoo, but who was he kidding- it was you. You’d gone from someone who made him nervous to someone who made him nervous for different reasons, and all of this was very inconvenient for Eddie.

“Trick or Treat,” You’d chirped when he opened the door, and it was at that moment Eddie realized that this night may very well be the death of him.

You wore your favorite baggy sweater over a tight black tank top, which you’d tucked into some high waisted acid washed jeans. Unsurprisingly, the chucks on which he’d scribbled his claim were fastened securely on your feet. In your hands was a variety pack of halloween candies and a shopping bag from the local drugstore. Everything about you radiated warmth, and Eddie had to fight the urge to change tonight’s itinerary to movies and a blanket fort and spend the whole evening on the couch with you, surrounded by candy wrappers and the light of his television set.

“I brought antibacterial soap,” you said, bringing Eddie back to reality. You rifled through your shopping bag to show him your spoils as you stepped through the threshold and into his trailer. “-large bandages, and a little travel first aid kit just in case. Oh, and I did a little bit of reading at the library and I couldn’t find much on tattoos, but the one commonality between every book and article I could find said to make sure you wash the wound often and disinfect everything-”

“Ace,” Eddie interrupted, taking the bag from you and closing the front door. The corner of his mouth quirked up, keeping an amused chuckle at bay. “You went to the library to read about how to safely care for an illegal tattoo?” Your expression soured, shifting to a half-scowl, half-pout.

“Well one of us has got to do it,” you huffed, grabbing the bag and marching towards Eddie’s room. “And I know you wouldn’t set foot in the library unless you were forced.” You continued to yell at him from his room, “You’ll thank me when your kitchen-scratched tattoo doesn’t get infected, and you get to grow old with all of your limbs intact!”

Eddie stayed glued to his spot as his smirk grew into a goofy grin. You were fucking adorable.

You hadn’t argued when Eddie insisted that he start with his own tattoo- before he got started on permanently marking your skin, he wanted to be sure that he at least had gotten the hang of it first. He immediately started getting to work with his trusty fine-tipped Sharpie, sketching out a scattering of bats on his forearm and glancing every once in a while at his notebook for reference. You’d flipped through that notebook on several occasions when the two of you had sat idle during classes or study sessions. The drawings were always sprawling, sharp and gruesome in a way that wasn’t so much scary as it was fascinating to you.

You laid stomach-down on his mattress, positioned behind where he sat on the floor, his back leaned up against the bed frame and close enough that you could probably reach down and play with his hair if you were bold enough. You didn’t- no matter how tempting it was, you didn’t want to risk anything that might mess up his focus. You settled for watching Eddie’s reflection in the mirror that sat leaned up against the wall in front of him.

When the Sharpie stencil had dried and Eddie picked up the tattoo machine, you couldn’t deny the nervous uptake in your heart rate. You watched him gingerly begin the process of permanently inking his drawing into his skin, and before the needle touched skin, Eddie looked over his shoulder at you and winked, whispering a surprisingly shaky “Point of no return.” Before you could ask if he was having second thoughts, he was already outlining the first bat, his socked foot pressing decisively on the pedal that whirred his machine to life.

Minutes ticked by before you uttered a soft “Does it hurt?” to break the awkward silence. Normally, Eddie had some sort of music playing, Metallica or WASP or something along those lines spinning on his cheap old turntable- but tonight there was nothing but the electric buzz that filled the small bedroom, and it was starting to make you antsy.

Eddie huffed, and it was as much of a laugh as he could afford while holding still. “Well, Ace, it’s a needle sticking in and out of my arm repeatedly, so if I’m being honest it ain’t exactly sunshine and rainbows.” You watched him wince as he moved on from outlining the first bat and started on the second.

“Does it at least make you feel a little badass?” You watched his reflection in the mirror glance up through the curtain of his hair and raise an eyebrow at you.

“That depends,” He said, “do I look badass?”

“A little.” You teased. “You’ll look more badass when the tattoo is finished.”

That earned you a snort from him. “What, fifty percent of a tattoo doesn’t cut it?” His reflection flashed you a genuine smile, that lopsided grin affecting you the way it always does, spiking your body temp and rushing the thump of your heart.

“Nope. Though, if your intention is to tell the world that you have commitment issues-”

“I do not have commitment issues-”

“Then what kind of issues do you have?”

Eddie parted the needle from his skin, taking a moment to glance wryly over his shoulder in your direction.

“You.” It was punctuated by a tongue that peeked out from between his lips. You followed suit, shoulders shaking as you chuckled.

Silence threatened to fall for a moment then, but Eddie put a stop to that. “Keep talking.”

“Huh?”

His voice was quiet, muttered like he was biting the inside of his cheek as he spoke. “Hurts less when we’re talking.”

You smiled, watching as he avoided your eye contact in the mirror, focusing on his arm as a subtle blush began to creep onto his cheeks. Tempting as it was to tease, you opted for a more neutral topic.

“Which is better, sour candy or chocolate?”

You could barely see his eyebrows furrow behind his curtain of curls as he considered your question. “Chocolate.”

“You’re crazy.”

He barked out a laugh. “After all the ridiculous shit I’ve said, that’s what crosses the line for you?”

You shook your head, amping up your reaction for his benefit; he was laughing, and it was music to your ears. You were greedy for more of it.

“Sour candy is a whole experience, chocolate is just sweet! That’s all it has going for it!”

Eddie gawked but kept his eyes trained on his skin. “What do you have against sweets?”

You rolled your eyes, flopping from your stomach to your back and staring up at the water stain on Eddie’s ceiling. “I haven’t got anything against sweets… I just like a little tart to go with it. Oh hang on, that reminds me-”

You stuck your hand into the plastic bag you’d brought with you, producing a variety pack of cheap Halloween candies. “Do you normally get trick-or-treaters? I thought we could pour these into a bowl and set it out on the porch- you know, so we don’t have to keep answering the door.”

Eddie Shook his head. “Nah, not a lot of kids who live here. Those who do always high-tail it to the neighborhoods where the good shit is, like-”

“Loch Nora?” you finished, smirking.

Nodding his approval, Eddie echoed, “Loch Nora.”

“Well in that case,” you yanked open the bag of candy so hard that a few individually wrapped pieces were flung onto the bedspread as well as the floor below. “I guess we’ll have to eat all of this ourselves.”

Eddie paused his tattooing to glance at a fun-sized packet of sour gummy worms that had landed on the carpet beside him. “Gummy worms?” he asked.

You flicked the back of his head while the needle was off his skin. “Uh, yeah, they’re delicious.”

“Did you at least get candy corn?”

You gagged. “Candy corn?!”

The two of you passed the next hour like that, debating about various arbitrary topics and inevitably disagreeing on almost all of them. There were only three things that you both agreed on without any debate whatsoever: Santa Claus was the superior holiday mascot, Joan Jett could easily beat Cyndi Lauper in a fight, and The Empire Strikes Back was way better than A New Hope.

When Eddie was finally finished with his tattoo, you were off the bed in an instant and already reaching for the antibacterial soap.

“You should wash it under some warm water first before anything gross has a chance to get in there-”

“Hey hey hey, whoa hold on!” Eddie was laughing, eyes wide as he smiled at you. Your hand was already encircled around his wrist, tugging his arm (and the person attached to it) toward the bathroom. “Ace, you haven’t even looked at it yet, c’mon you’re bruising the artist’s ego here.”

You sighed but couldn’t hide the rueful grin that danced on your pursed lips. Softening your vice like grip on his wrist, you shifted your hands to cradle his forearm and survey the last hour’s work.

“It looks good, Eddie… really good, actually.” You absently swiped a thumb over the soft skin of his wrist. “If you’d told me it was professionally done, I’d totally believe you.”

“Yeah?” He looked up from where your thumb stroked the base of his forearm, eyes shining.

“Yeah,” you smirked. “Of course, I’d tell you to try and get your money back, but-”

“Oh shove it up your ass, Sweet Tart.” The playful shoulder-check had you letting go of his arm, but both of your faces were painted with ear-to-ear smiles.

Eddie washed his new tattoo in the bathroom sink, admiring the way the bats stretched and shifted with every flex of his forearm. Your mouth hurt, as did the muscles in your cheeks; you couldn’t stop smiling. He was so happy with his work, and you had to admit that he had actually done a really good job with that tattoo machine.

“We’ve got to get you out of Indiana, Munson,” you murmured to the mirror where he continued to scrutinize his work from every angle. “I think you may have just found your calling.”

His eyes were wide and shining with pride as they glanced your way. “You think?”

You nodded, that saccharine smile stubbornly staying put on your lips. To be fair, you didn’t fight it.

“You’re coming with me, then.” Eddie replied, his own smile glowing in the dying light above the bathroom mirror.

There it was- that familiar fire beneath the skin of your cheeks.

“Oh I am, huh?”

“Hell yeah.” Eddie braced his arm on the doorway, leaning over you until your faces were mere inches apart. “We’re stronger together, remember?”

Breathe. Breathe… Why can’t you breathe?

You’d barely managed a nod before Eddie was ducking around you through the doorway, grabbing your hand, and leading you back to his room.

“Your turn, Ace.”

Oh yeah, you were also getting a tattoo today. You’d almost forgotten. Were you nervous? You weren’t sure. Actually, yes, you were very nervous- not so much about the tattoo as you were for where the tattoo would be.

In minutes, you were both sitting on Eddie’s bedroom floor- Eddie readying everything he needed for your new ink, and you sitting eerily still as your soul started to feel like it might leave your body.

“Ace,”

Eyes refocusing, you blinked a few times. “Yeah?”

Eddie’s expression was calm, sympathetic to the inward freak-out he had a feeling you were on the verge of. “We don’t have to do this, you know. I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

You tried to laugh, but it came out sounding a little more strained than you had intended. “Hah…you saying I have commitment issues?”

The corner of his mouth quirked up, but Eddie’s eyebrows stayed knitted together above his big brown eyes. “No,” he murmured. His voice was soft, as if he were speaking to a stray animal and trying not to spook it. “I guess I’m just… trying to give you an out, so you don’t feel pressured or anything.”

You shook your head, “I don’t want an out.”

Eddie blinked, “No?”

“No.”

There was a second of silence between the two of you before you both took in a collective breath, exhaling simultaneously and giggling when you both realized that you were breathing in sync. Perfect harmony; sour and sweet, nervous but willing.

“You, uh…” Eddie stammered, his eyes flicking down to your lap and back up to your face. “...you still want it on your hip?”

Your heart rate doubled.

“Um, yeah.” you awkwardly shifted your weight onto your knees, grabbing hold of your waistband and unbuttoning your shorts. You shimmied them over your hips, revealing the rest of your leotard- leotard, Eddie realized. Not a tank top. You were wearing a black leotard. It was almost like the kind that he’d seen ballerinas wear, except it cut so high on your hips that he was sure it wouldn’t be allowed in any of the dance studios he could think of, and….yep. YEP, it was practically a thong. Your ass was out. You were sitting on the floor of his bedroom with your ass out.

Chill out, Munson! He screamed inwardly at himself, Chill the fuck out!

Of course, you couldn’t tell that there was a war going on between Eddie’s ability to function and the short-circuiting that threatened to render him unable to do anything but stare at you. All you could see was the way his jaw had gone slack and his eyes bugged out of their sockets.

You smiled shyly, a twinge of something between satisfaction and guilt nudging at your heartstrings. “I figured this thing would be less awkward than if I was sitting here in my underwear,” you laughed nervously as you gestured to your leotard.

Eddie gulped. He couldn’t see much of a difference. “Yeah, totally.”

A beat passed. You grabbed a bag of gummy worms from the floor, tearing it open with a crinkle of the plastic that would not have been so loud if the two of you weren’t dead silent. You bit into the candy where the color changed from pink to blue, then finally muttered through your chewing, “Ready when you are.”

Eddie blinked rapidly, taking his Sharpie in his hands. “Uh, yeah… yeah, okay.”

With your free hand, you pointed to the part of your hip where your flesh naturally creased as your thigh met your pelvis.

“Is here good?”

Eddie gulped.

“Yeah, that’s good.” But Eddie was very much not good. He was the opposite of good, he felt like he was malfunctioning. When he placed his free hand on your upper thigh, he almost apologized. Why the hell did he feel like he had to apologize? He had no clue. His palms were sweating- did you feel how sweaty his palms were? Oh god. He forgot what a bat looked like- you were trusting his artistic skills enough for him to permanently ink his drawing into your skin and he couldn’t even remember what a goddamn bat looked li- oh, wait, he had them on his own forearm now. Eddie glanced at his arm, reminding himself what a goddamn bat looked like.

He’s never felt like more of a nervous idiot than right now.

Meanwhile, you felt like you were about to explode.

His hand was warm. So warm as he grasped your thigh. Whenever he’d touched you before, there was always a barrier, some form of separation between his skin and yours- jeans, a sweater, a flannel.

A leather jacket.

That’s right- he had taken his jacket back. Maybe you were reading too deep into things, but you had this unshakable feeling that taking back that jacket had been a message.

We’re just friends. Nothing more.

But if that was true, then why was he looking at your thighs the way he was? Why had he looked at you the way he did when he said you should go with him when he leaves Hawkins?

He wasn’t your boyfriend… you knew that.

So why couldn’t you shake this undeniably girlfriendish ache in your chest?

“Okay.” Eddie’s voice jolted you out of your downward spiral into your very inconvenient feelings. “Check that out in the mirror, make sure you like it.”

You straightened up, walking on your knees until you faced the mirror leaning against the wall and inspected the tiny, perfect little bat that he’d drawn on the fullest part of your hip.

It matched the bats that now decorated his arm, now surrounded by an angry red halo that bloomed across his skin. Once that bat was inked, it would be something connecting you and Eddie forever- a shared experience, a secret that the two of you would always be in on.

Suddenly, you realized that in this moment there wasn’t a single thing you wanted more than a matching tattoo with Eddie Munson.

Well, there was one thing. But you had a feeling that wasn’t happening tonight. The tattoo, however…

“I love it.” You looked over your shoulder at Eddie, but his eyes were a little too busy staring at your practically naked behind to meet your gaze.

“Ahem.”

Breaking free of his trance, Eddie shook his head a tad, which drew a small chuckle from your smirking lips. Eddie couldn’t help but smile too, albeit more shyly than you.

“Distracted?” You teased, unable to hold back your glee at this kind of attention- any kind of attention- from Eddie.

He sighed, blinking rapidly while he finally met your eyes. There was something new in the way he was looking at you- if you didn’t know better you might call it frustration, but it was an amused sort of frustration. Almost like his eyes were saying “what am I going to do with you?” but through sunglasses tinted with desire.

You wanted to bottle that, stow it away for emergencies. Wanted to preserve the way that gaze made you feel so that you could experience it over and over again.

“No.” Eddie murmured through a rueful grin. “Lie down, it’ll be easier to ink the skin while it’s flat.” You did as he instructed, feeling the crinkle of newspaper underneath the skin of your rear. Once again, you found yourself staring up at the water stain on Eddie’s ceiling until his face came into view, looking down at you as he readied the tattoo machine.

“Are you?” You heard him ask.

You raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

The pads of Eddie’s fingers poked and prodded at the skin around where your tattoo would soon have an indefinite spot on your hip, and you wondered if he could tell that your temperature shot up ten degrees each time you felt his hands on you.

“Are you distracted?” he clarified. “Because it hurts less when you’ve got something else to focus on.”

“Oh.” Suddenly, your mind went blank. Of course, the moment you wanted something to distract you, all ideas turned tail and ran. “Um…”

Snap!

Your jaw dropped as the elastic of your leotard snapped back to your skin from where Eddie had pulled it away with his pointer finger. “Where’d you even get this thing?”

Now it was your turn to short-circuit.

“Uh-” You stammered, interrupted by the machine beginning to buzz.

Eddie didn’t wait for you to finish your thought before reminding you what he’d asked. “C’mon, Sweet Tart, where’d you get the leotard?”

You knew he was trying to distract you so you didn’t feel the pain, but you couldn’t help the tensing of your muscles as the needle pierced your skin. You winced, staring at the water stain with a newfound intensity. “Dance store.” you gritted through lips that formed a tight line.

“Dance store, huh?” You could hear the smile through Eddie’s words. “And why were you in a dance store?”

You huffed out a short, breathy laugh, careful to keep your hip still as Eddie’s needle continued to do its work. “I was making a Flashdance costume. Heard about this Halloween party a few weeks ago, but then we made the tattoo plans… and I had already bought the leotard, so…”

It was disconcerting to speak with Eddie without looking at him; he was a very expressive person, always talking with his hands, always making sure that he looked you in the eyes when you spoke to him. But now he was focused on his work on your hip, leaving your eyes to shift between staring at his ceiling and fluttering closed.

“You were going to wear this thing to a party?” he asked, incredulous.

Your eyebrows wrinkled over your closed eyes. “I would’ve worn tights under it…”

He snorted. “That wouldn’t have made a difference.”

You winced, groaning as the needle hit a nerve that particularly stung. “What- ah, shit- what are you trying to say?”

The buzzing stopped for a moment. “Fuck, you okay?” Eddie’s face leaned into your field of vision, his frizzy brown hair backlit into a halo by the light from the lamp behind him. “You want to take a break?”

You shook your head, taking a mental snapshot of how ethereal he looked like this. “No, you can keep going, I’m fine.”

Cautiously, Eddie got back to work. A few wordless seconds ticked by before you spoke.

“What did you mean, ‘that wouldn’t have made a difference’?”

Eddie’s reply was matter-of-fact, but you could have sworn that you heard a hint of protectiveness in his voice when he said, “Tights or no tights, the whole party would have been staring at your ass, Sweet Tart.”

The “T” sound in “Tart” was soft this time. So soft, it was barely there at all, and it almost sounded like he’d just called you sweetheart. If only. You’d give anything to be Eddie’s sweetheart.

Whether he’d meant to blend that consonant or not, it made you brave. “Is that a bad thing?”

A pause. Then, “Is this a trap?”

“Answer the question, would a bunch of people staring at my ass be a bad thing?”

Eddie sighed. “This is definitely a trap,” he muttered, before replying “No, Ace, objectively it would not be a bad thing. But sometimes people view girls differently when they walk around with their asses out.”

“Do you look at me differently when my ass is out?” You were being cheeky, you knew it.

“No, I don’t look at you differently.” came his instant response, muttered through nearly-closed lips. “I just look at you.”

Nothing could stand against your smile, not even you. “Yeah, that much I could see in the mirror.”

“You don’t sound too upset about that.”

This was different from the flirting you were used to with Eddie. Your regular flavor of flirtation had always been surface-level banter; nothing past a jab here and there, a joke at his expense or a nickname thrown your way.

Now? You were talking about the way he looked at your body, and the fact that he could tell that you liked when he looked. The two of you were in uncharted territory, and you buzzed under his touch in time with the inky needle at the beautiful unknown of it all.

“Okay, the outline is done but I’m about to start filling it in.” Eddie warned. “This part hurts a little more. You wanna take a break?”

You nodded. While Eddie jumped up to get you both a glass of water, you sat up on your elbows and peered over at your hip to get a look at your new ink. When you saw it, you gasped so fervently that you startled yourself.

It was perfect. The perfect little bat.

It wasn’t completely symmetrical. The outline was a tad thicker in certain places than others. But those imperfections made it his. And the fact that it was on your skin made it yours.

You couldn’t wait to wake up and stare at it like this every single day.

Eddie returned a moment later with two mismatched cups of tap water. Once you’d both rehydrated, he got to work replacing the needle at the end of the machine with a new one, as well as changing out various attachments and fiddling with a knobby-looking piece until he seemed satisfied with what he’d changed.

You were impressed with how intensely focused Eddie was on this sort of work; it didn’t seem to be taking him long to get the hang of this. It also didn’t take him long to come up with another topic of conversation that teetered on the line between friendly and flirty.

“Ever played Fuck, Marry, Kill?”

You had not, but the title of the game brought an unexpected chuckle out of you. “Edward Munson, I am a lady! At least take me out to dinner first-”

“I’m going to take that as a no.” Eddie chuckled, and you could hear his deadpan in the tone of his voice. “I say three people’s names and you have to tell me which you’d fuck, which you’d marry, and which you’d kill. Comprende?”

“Uhh-” whatever you’d been about to say was cut short by a harsher buzz than before, accompanied by the aggressive sting of needles on your skin. “Mmh, shit, okay yeah sure let’s play.”

Eddie smiled to himself. He wasn’t sure why he loved the little noises and whispered curses that spilled from your mouth while he tattooed you, but he honestly thought they might be the cutest sounds he’d ever heard. You were taking the pain like a champ- he was actually pretty proud of you in this moment as you remained still through the sting.

“Lars Ulrich, James Hetfield, and Kirk Hammett”

You rolled your eyes. Eddie had ensured over your many rides in his van this summer that every Metallica song he’d played had been an educational experience. Eddie had picked up a cassette of their debut album in July, and ever since he’d become obsessed. Already, he was trying to persuade the other members of his band to figure out how to play The Four Horsemen by ear.

Needless to say, you knew enough about the band to at least answer the question.

“Well I’m killing Lars for sure.”

“Poor Lars never stood a chance.”

You grinned, willing the distraction into something great enough to numb the pain. “And I think I’m gonna have to fuck Hetfield.”

“‘Have to fuck Hetfield,’ such a sacrifice.”

You carefully stretched your arms up to rest above your shoulders, cradling your head on your hands like a pillow. “Hey, if someone’s got to do it, I’ll take one for the team.”

You heard him snort, then after a moment’s quiet he added, “So you’re marrying Kirk Hammett, then?”

“I guess so.”

“What makes Kirk marriage material? Over the other two, I mean.”

You thought about Kirk Hammett’s wild, dark curls. His build. His brown button eyes. The way he looked holding a guitar.

“I don’t know, there’s just something about him.”

Eddie thought about the way he’d been trying to make himself look more like a rockstar ever since he’d first seen the tiny, grainy picture of the Metallica members in the corner of a page of Rolling Stone; he’d been bumming copies off Jeff’s subscription since the seventh grade. How he’d started growing out his hair after seeing Kirk’s long, black mane. He smiled.

He must be doing something right.

“Alright, Mrs. Hammett,” He quipped, “My turn, hit me with bachelorettes one through three, please.”

You thought over your options, trying to think of women you’d heard him mention before. Wondering if he thought any of them had something in common with you, and praying to God he didn’t kill them.

“Olivia Newton-John,”

Already, Eddie was descending into a fit of giggles.

“Why are you laughing? She’s pretty!”

Eddie launched into a falsetto rendition of the chorus from Grease’s Hopelessly Devoted to You, and you were instantly fighting the giggles too.

“Shut up! I’m not done yet. Olivia Newton-John… have you seen Fast Times?”

His response came in a tone of voice that was the vocal equivalent of a side-eye. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I don’t know if you know who Phoebe Cates is.”

“Oh,” Eddie sighed dreamily, “I know who Phoebe Cates is.”

You rolled your eyes, but chuckled nonetheless. “Okay then- Olivia Newton-John, Phoebe Cates, and Carrie Fisher.”

Eddie barked out a joyous “Ah!” before answering, “Well this is easy, Ace, say goodbye to Newton-John!”

You mock-gasped. “You’re killing Sandy?”

“I’m killing Sandy.”

“That is brutal. She was so innocent, too.”

Eddie squinted at the half-filled tattoo, smirking into his explanation. “Okay, I see the appeal, Ace, I truly do. That outfit at the end is killer.” He paused. Should he say it? Would he be too obvious if he did?

Ah, fuck it.

“I’m a sucker for a woman in red shoes, let me tell ya. However-” Eddie quickly glazed over that last sentence, as well as any opening you might have gotten to think about how that might relate to you. “-I’ve gotta fuck Phoebe Cates. Because… y’know-”

“Boobies?” you beat him to the punch.

Eddie confirmed with a matter-of-fact “Boobies.” He glanced up at your face for a moment, curious to see if he could read what you thought of his answers, but you were staring pensively at his ceiling, expression unreadable. “And you have to have known I was marrying Leia the moment she was an option.”

“You have a thing for Princess Leia?”

“Are you joking?” Eddie asked, incredulously. “How could I not? The woman’s the definition of a spitfire, she kicks ass and takes names. Not to mention, she’s got a thing for scoundrels.”

You hummed. “Do you think you’re a scoundrel, Eddie?”

“Well I’m certainly not a scruffy-looking nerf herder, I’ll tell you that much.”

You winced playfully, “A nerf herder you are not… but you are a bit scruffy.”

“You’ve got me there, princess.”

Eddie went silent. The nickname had just slipped out- all this talk of scoundrels and princesses and strong women who weren’t afraid of a fight and before he knew it, he was seeing more similarities between you and Leia than he’d realized were there before.

Princess had just seemed right. It just slipped out.

The line between friendship and dangerous territory had been so clearly drawn in Eddie’s mind before tonight. Where had he gone wrong? That once clear line was getting blurry.

Eddie was absolutely convinced that he would probably find a way to single handedly ruin your friendship before he was finished filling in your tattoo- which you would inevitably hate, because it would remind you of the asshole who you used to be friends with before he made things weird between you.

“My turn,” your voice cut through Eddie’s downward spiral, drawing a relieved sigh from him that tickled the skin of your thigh. “Let’s make this round more interesting. Only names of people from Hawkins.”

“Hm, that is interesting.” he mused, the needle inching its way toward the last remaining centimeter of bare skin left within the outline. “Let me think… Chief Hopper-”

You barked out a laugh, “Oh great start, Eds.”

“Chief’s a good looking guy! I don’t know why you’re laughing!” but Eddie was smiling ear to ear, delighted that his awkward apprehension had already begun to dissipate. “Principal Higgins-”

“Are you only going to give me old men as options?”

Eddie was going to do exactly that, because he didn’t want to picture you marrying or- God forbid- fucking any men in Hawkins that you might actually enjoy doing either of those things with. He wasn’t jealous, per se… but none of the shitheads in Hawkins were good enough for you. Eddie wasn’t even good enough for you; not yet, at least. He could picture a future version of himself one day taking his chances with you, once you’d both skipped town and found your way in some thriving city somewhere.

You were both too good for this place- you were the first person to make him think that about himself.

“What was that security guard’s name at the mall? Average joe looking guy? Quentin? Quincey?”

“Oh, you mean Quinn?”

“Knew his name started with a Q.” Eddie softly bit his bottom lip as he finished the last bit of your bat’s wing. “Hopper, Higgins, and Quinn. Those are your options.”

You groaned. “These choices suck, can I just kill them all?”

“I kinda like it when you go all bloodthirsty, Ace.”

You rolled your eyes before letting them flutter closed. “Ugh, well I’m obviously killing Higgins… he’s never been nice to you and all he cares about are school sports. I guess… I mean if I have to, I’ll fuck Hopper.”

Eddie was beside himself with giggles, “I mean, that’s one way to get out of a speeding ticket.”

“You’re lucky I can’t smack you right now.” You ignored Eddie’s snickering and continued. “And I don’t think I’d mind being married to Quinn, he always smiles at me and asks how my day was. Plus he’s kind of cute, he’s got nice hair.”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “I don’t see it.”

You laughed, and the jingling tone of your voice suddenly sounded too loud as the buzzing of Eddie’s machine stopped.

“Alright, Ace,” Eddie announced, leaning back to survey his work. “Check out your new ink.”

You didn’t need to look at it again to know it would be perfect, but you looked anyway. You stood on your sleeping legs and gazed at the little black bat on your hip- it sat beautifully balanced on the skin framed by your high cut leotard, and you knew at once that you’d think of Eddie each time you saw it. This was exactly what you wanted- a daily reminder of exactly how he made you feel, of who he was to you.

At this moment, it dawned on you exactly what it was that Eddie made you feel. The way you always wanted to be around him, and the way he had become a balloon that inflated your chest every time he made you laugh, and how you knew- just knew- that you’d follow him anywhere if he asked.

You loved Eddie Munson. You were in love with him.

And you couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot at that little asymmetrical bat.

Taglist: @emma77645 , @rustboxstarr, @josephquinnsfreckles, @rozxartaki, @sheneedsrocknroll92

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #stranger things fic #impossible to hate you #ithy #friends to enemies to lovers #friends to lovers

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Could you do me a favor and write an Addison Montgomery x Reader fanfiction where Reader is a bit more drunk than addison (Addy had one glass of wine, Reader a bit more) and Reader tells her that she can't do it any longer and Addison doesn't know what she means and then it gets all angsty? You can decide why and what. Thank you, ily ❤️

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 "𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑂𝑛" 𝑏𝑦 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑂𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜-𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑐𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑎 𝑔𝑦𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙.

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A warm spring breeze washed over the beach in Los Angeles, while the setting sun painted the atmosphere in a warm golden light and bathed the sky in a kaleidoscopic play of colors. Addison Montgomery sat on one of the empty loungers in front of her house, her gaze fixed on the gentle rolling of the waves. The salty breeze played with her reddish curls, ruffled by the wind, as she played barefoot with the fine sand beneath her feet, deep in thought.

You sat next to her, your gaze also focused on the ocean, but your thoughts seemed even further away than her own. Your posture was tense, shoulders hunched slightly forward as if they were about to crush under the weight of your own thoughts.

The silence between you two was oppressive, with only the gentle sound of the waves and the occasional squawk of a seagull breaking the silence. But despite the silence that lay around you and the shackles of the red wine that sparkled between you in a slim glass and was supposed to loosen you up, the redhead felt the tension that hung between you like a concrete wall that separated you from each other.

A sigh escaped Addison's lips, her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what was going on in your head. But no matter how hard she thought about it, the right ideas eluded her, and so she remained silent, her gaze still fixed on the endless blue of the ocean.

It wasn't until you turned your head to the side and your eyes met hers that your eyes seemed to communicate for a fleeting moment what your silence couldn't express. A hint of desperation hung like a haze in your vision, mixed with a stab of hope that Addison could understand what was going on inside you.

"I can't do any of this anymore," you gasped, heavy and sombre as you scratched at the wine glass with your fingernails, your words swallowed by the wind as you continued to look at her. You seemed significantly more drunk than Addy, your movements slow and slightly wobbly and yet the words came clearly as day from your mouth.

The redhead frowned, her blue-gray eyes full of concern as she tried to process the words. She couldn't fully understand or contextualize the meaning behind the words, could only feel the heavy weight of desperation that resonated within them.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of fear. But before you could answer, a more oppressive silence fell between you than before, the thoughts of the gynecologist and your best friend deep as the dark waves rolling gently onto the shore.

"The living and the fighting, the constant accusation and denial," you finally murmured, your words ponderous and laden with a weight that didn't just come from the effects of the wine. Your voice was broken by the weight of your own thoughts and you shook your head as if you were trying to clear the mess inside of it.

Addison felt a lump in her throat, tears threatening to well up in her eyes as she realized the truth behind the words, and she knew that you were caught in a dark web of fear and despair. She wanted to say something, something comforting, but the words got stuck in her throat as she endured your desperate look. "I can't imagine a world with you gone," she spoke, her words a desperate whisper in the night, trying to hide the chill in her bones from the shock. "The joy and the chaos, the demons we're fighting.."

The night grew darker, the shadows longer, when you suddenly burst into tears, your shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs. Addison immediately stood up, bridging the inches that separated her from you and wrapping her shaking arms around your body as the cold breath of fear blew between you.

Tears were streaming freely down her cheeks now too, her own despair mixing with yours and for a fleeting moment you were two lost souls who wanted to change the world but held on to each other in the darkness. "I'd be so lost if you left me alone, y/n." She continued, the redhead's heart clenching mightily as she gave you a look full of empathy and warmth.

You sighed, the inner struggles raging in your chest. You looked away, unable to bear Addison's helplessness and overwhelming fear of losing you. Addison, on the other hand, struggled to understand, your words resonating deep in her own heart. She knew the feeling of being tossed back and forth by the currents of life, of losing one's identity in the vortex of change.

But she couldn't understand why exactly you, a confident, smart and more self-assured woman who only seemed to defy with inner strength, were staring at one of the deepest abysses imaginable. The worrier, at least that's how she described herself, was caught up in thoughts about what would happen next and the fear for your life was now more pronounced than she was fearing for her own life since the beginning of her mission to give woman a choice about their own bodies.

"Please don't leave me,“ she spoke again in a hoarse whisper before lowering her gaze, unable to control the intensity of her racing thoughts revolving around you and the words you just said. The silence between you stretched, an invisible bond that trapped the two of you in an embrace. „Hold on, I will always need you.“

And as the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon and the darkness completely took over the sky, Addison worried about how to get you out of the deep hole of selflessness and self-destructive thoughts before it was too late. It was a long endless highway and she was helplessly praying that the light in your soul wasn't fading.

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iamthecomet · 6 months

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Kinktober - Day 21 - Intercural Sex (Thigh Fucking)

1.4k words of sleepy morning Cumdrop thigh fucking. That's it, that's the fic.

I almost didn't do Cumdrop for thigh fucking because I was like "no you've already done so much cumdrop" but who can resist Cumulus' thighs? Certainly not Dew (or me). tagging my fellow cumdrop truther @miasmaghoul, because of course. ILY ♥

Dew wakes up slowly. One arm tucked under his pillow, fingers numb and tingly. The other draped over Cumulus’ waist. Hand under her shirt, pressed against her sternum between the soft swell of her breasts. She’s warm, soft against him. Ass pressed against his crotch. Their knees slotted together. Her feet–always cold–tucked between his calves. His face buried in her curls. He inhales deep and smells sun-dried cotton, honey suckle, and the barest hint of woodsmoke. His smell rubbing off on her in the night.

He’s still groggy when she starts to move. Pressing back against him. Sleepy, luxurious movements that grind her ass over his already chubby cock. He groans, noses deeper into her hair. Presses on her sternum to pull her tighter to him. Hand sliding to the side to cup her breast. Nipple pebbling against his palm as he kneads.

“Mornin’” she mumbles. Dew cracks his eyes open. It’s mid-morning judging by the way the sun slants through the window and over her pale gray skin. She’s kicked the blankets off sometime in the night. She’s not wearing anything else besides the oversized Tee. One of Aether’s for sure. So worn and soft it’s nearly threadbare. It’s rucked up over her hips. Dew lets his eyes wander, dragging down the curve in her waist, her exposed hips and thighs. Legs curving toward his. Skin soft and supple.

“Mornin’, Lus.” Dew pulls his head away from her curls. Using his other hand–still mostly asleep–to prop himself up to look at her. She’s gorgeous like this. Sleep warm. Eyes just barely open, face flushed and relaxed. He rolls her nipple between his fingers and she huffs out a laugh.

“Insatiable,” she admonishes. Dew kisses her in response. Lips sliding together as he hovers half over her. Legs still tangled. His hair cascading down around them like a curtain as he gentles her lips open and licks into her mouth.

She reaches up, rolling toward him just enough to tangle her fingers in his hair, nails pressing against the back of his skulls she holds him there. Tongues sliding together. It’s slow, sloppy, uncoordinated in the way only early morning kisses can be.

Dew is painfully hard in seconds. He doesn’t know what it is about her–everything probably–but it never takes long. Half asleep, wide awake, there’s something about Cumulus that sends all the blood rushing south. He makes a pitiful noise in her mouth as he rolls his hips against her ass. The clothed head of his cock dimpling into her ass cheeks.

She pulls away. Looking up at him, eyes bright, lips pink and spit slicked.

“Already?”

“Can’t help it.” He’s blushing, can feel the heat on his face. “So fucking hot. What else am I supposed to do?”

Cumulus smiles at him. Too sweet to be wholly innocent and Dew knows he’s fucked. Done for. He’s glad for it. Ready for whatever she’s willing to give him. Ready to fall apart for her amusement.

Cumulus shifts. Rolling over to face him, pulling the plush cushion of her ass away from Dew’s dick. He grabs for her, pulling his hand away from her breast to dig his fingers into her hip to try to get her to stay but it doesn’t work. He doesn’t realize what her game is until she’s reaching down, and tugging the waistband of his boxers down just far enough for his cock to spring free.

She wraps her fingers around the base and squeezes. Dew melts into her grip. Hips rocking into the warmth of her hand. Eyes fluttering closed.

She presses her forehead against his as he fucks into her hand. He can feel her breath on his face, cool against his overheated skin.

“Look at me, Dewdrop.”

Dew does. It takes effort to open his eyes, but he’ll never deny her–not anything. This close he can see the smattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose. She smiles at him and he wants to dig his teeth into her dimples. Wants to kiss her and never stop.

Each roll of his hips is languid, like he’s trying to savor her touch, the feel of her. He’s getting into a rhythm now, pleasure evening out into something he can chase instead of overwhelming. He relaxes into it.

The steady even pleasure doesn’t last long. Cumulus shifts forward and kisses him. Plush lips pressing against his. Tongue slipping between his teeth. Claiming now rather than gentle. She moves, presses her whole body closer to him. Clothed tits pressing tight against his chest.

Dew wraps one arm around her. Hand gripping in the shirt at the small of her back. The other sliding up to tangle in her curls, hold her close. Let himself be claimed.

She shifts her thighs, guides his cock between them. He’s not ready for her. Her hand was one thing. Soft and warm, but nothing compared to the velvety plush of her thighs. He groans low, gut punched. Breath knocked from his lungs, he pulls back from the kiss to take gulps of it.

He can feel the heat of her cunt, an inch or two above where she’s stuck him. She’s slick here–just enough for him to feel it. Enough to ease the slide.

Dew freeze. Gulping down air, eyes pinned closed. He’s afraid that if he moves he’ll blow immediately. Doesn’t want to. Wants to last long enough to press her back into the bed, to spread those luxurious thighs and press himself inside of her. To feel the slick velvety heat of her. But that seems like a distant dream now.

“Come on, Dew,” Cumulus purrs. “You want to.”

He nods. Fuck does he. Wants to spend hours here, rolling his hips into the softest parts of her. But that’s the problem. He wants it to last–he knows it won’t.

“Fuck.”

“Already?” She brushes hair away from his face. Fingers grazing over the sharp line of his cheekbone. He digs his fangs into his lip. He wants to deny it–but he can’t lie to her. He nods.

“So soft.” He gives a test thrust. A cursory slide against her skin. Finds the pressure maddening. The way her body gives way to him. The knowledge that she’s slick down her thighs just for him. It’s too much, but one thrust leads to two, to three.

And before he knows it he’s fucking into her thighs in decadent rolls of his hips. He can’t keep it slow for long, can’t savor it the way he really wants to. It’s not long before he’s fucking into her thighs with rabbit thrusts. Short and quick.

He whimpers, each thrust drawing a gasp from him, until Cumulus kisses him to swallow them. Dragging her tongue over his fangs. He’s pouring pre now. Mixing with her slick to ease the slide and Dew knows he’s going insane. He’s shuddering now. Fingers digging hard into Cumulus’ back. Holding her where he wants her while he takes what he needs.

She pulls back to look at him. To take in his flushed face. The tips of his ears gone pink. Slack mouth, swollen lips.

“Fuck–Lus. I’m gonna–gotta–oh no.”

“Yeah, just like that, Dewy. Get them nice and creamy,” she whispers, lips against the top of his head as she pulls him close. Cushioning his head against her chest. Cradling him in her arms as he goes taut. Pleasure dragging through his veins like lightening. He keens, the sound muffled by her shirt as he cums. Spilling hot and thick over her thighs. Tears pricking at his eyes as he keeps going. Milking himself until overstimulation starts to burn through him. Reluctant to pull away–to stop.

Cumulus pets over his hair, presses a kiss between his horns. Dew allows himself two minutes to come back to earth, to remember how to breath again. But once it’s up he pulls out of the circle of her arms. He shifts them, pushing her over onto her back and sliding a knee between her coated thighs.

Cumulus heaves out a sigh, content, as she settles into the pillows. Watching as he moves downward. Pushing her thighs further apart with his shoulders as he lays between them, hands pressed to the side of her knees to hold her open, exposed for him.

He looks up at her, licks his lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

#comet writes #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ghostober #ghostober 2023 #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cumdrop #cumulus/dewdrop #dewdrop/cumulus #dew/cumulus #cumulus/dew #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfiction #ghost band fanfic

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sara-wishes · 1 month

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[12:31] - 유노

now listenting to: Thirsty by aespa

a/n: let's pretend i haven't disappeared for almost a year and have this for yunho's-ish birthday 👀 (ily guys)

The sun softly tickled your face. Spring had just arrived, and the scent of newly bloomed flowers filled the room through the small crack of the window.

Lazy mornings were easy. Getting to enjoy the feeling of warmth against the still chilly air outside the covers. Relishing in the joy it brought to be tangled in each others limbs. Listening to the slow breathing of your significant other, your soulmate, your other puzzle piece.

His eyes were filled with devotion for you, something you could tell with only a glimpse at them. Something you knew he also saw reflected in your own orbs.

And with only a peek into his inner world, you knew he felt the same. About the early, lazy, spring mornings, and about the way you completed his heart and he completed yours.

In his embrace the hues of the world brightened, his mere presence transforming all there was to life, into love.

"Good morning, Yunho." your voice cracked at its lack of use.

"It's already 12 PM, honey... " he airy laughed, the reverberation causing you to shake, your whole body being laid on his chest.

Unable to refute his claim, but also too joyful to bring up a playful fight, you simply stared back at him with a content simle, a simle only his soul could bring to your face.

Unknowingly, it was the gesture that brought you to your victory, "... Good morning to you too, Y/N. " for he answered back to your comment with a tap at your nose. A small feat, for a small motion, for a small, intimate moment that once again you shared, in a lazy, peaceful morning curled up in bed.

You guessed you could make your morning last a bit more.

#yunho x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #kpop fanfic #fanfic #fluff #ateez x reader #yunho imagines #ateez jeong yunho #yunho fanfic #reader x yunho #ateez yunho #ateez timestamp #ateez timestamps #timestamp

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themidnightarcher · 7 months

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❛ ♡ INTRODUCTION POST ☕ ୧

↳ જ⁀➴ 🏹 ｡˚ “i want to do something splendid before i go into my castle--something heroic, or wonderful--that won't be forgotten after i'm dead. i don't know what, but i'm on the watch for it, and mean to astonish you all, some day. i think i shall write books, and get rich and famous; that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream.” — JO MARCH, LITTLE WOMEN <33 (my absolute beloved!!)

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋, 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋❞

││↳ 🖇️ ⵌ . HI HELLO!! welcome to my page, i'm fatmata, 14 and a hopeless romantic - this is my blog (aka daily dose of cats, coffee and cynicism) but honestly you can consider this as my personal messy online diary which mostly consists of casual brainrots, miscellaneous shit, random incoherent thoughts or rambles, angry rants, online oversharing or any current hyperfixations or obsessions i have at the moment!! <33 my brain is chaotic and always seems to be all over the place (sorry for your sanity). i'm also INCREDIBLY self-indulgent, sentimental, full of suppressed rage and can become unhealthily attached to fictional characters so yeah that's that :)) 📄

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╰┈➤ [BASIC INFO] -> black • 🇸🇱/🇬🇧 • UK • 14 • student • INFJ, 8w7 • scorpio sun/moon • virgo rising • slytherin • casual swiftie • major coffee addict (me 🤝 lorelai & rory over being insane over coffee) • PROUD FEMINIST • avid reader • insomniac • CAT LOVER • sunset & sunrise enjoyer • autumn/spring stan • philosopher at heart • major english & history lover • middle child • team conrad • lalala girlie <33 (methinks) • horror movie enthusiast • HARDCORE MUSIC JUNKIE • replay the 'this is me trying' bridge more than the average person should 🤷‍♀️ • olivia rodrigo supporter • self-diagnosed pinterest whore • legally married to spotify • fashionista & lipgloss lover • certified rockstar gf • red nails enthusiast • midnights & rep girlie!! • BRATZ & MONSTER HIGH >>> • stationary shops adorer • freddie mcclair apologist FIRST, human second ♡ • probably (NO DEFINITELY) mentally unstable? • professional perfectionist, overthinker & teenage girl-er 24/7 • burnt out workaholic • suffer from an EXTREME case of gifted kid burnout, exam anxiety & identity crisis (so hey that's super fun!!)

╰┈➤ [MAJOR INTERESTS/HOBBIES] -> true crime ➝ listening to music ➝ reading ➝ playlist-making ➝ sociology ➝ media/character analysis ➝ english literature ➝ greek mythology ➝ dancing ➝ reading ➝ playing video games ➝ defending my beloved characters ➝ deep intellectual conversations ➝ watching greta gerwig films ➝ arts & crafts ➝ FASHION ➝ sleeping ALL day ➝ online shopping but never actually buying anything? ➝ researching random shit on the internet ➝ photography ➝ skincare ➝ crocheting ➝ cooking & baking ➝ studying ➝ writing in planners/organising journals ➝ going to stationary stores ➝ board games ➝ girlblogging ➝ maladaptive daydreaming ➝ scrolling on pinterest/tumblr for unhealthy amounts of time ➝ making moodboards ➝ etc. (but i also DESPERATELY want to learn the electric guitar because it's like the best instrument to ever exist?!)

my beloved freffy (bottom right corner) ILY TO DEATH, you deserved BETTER *sobbing while enraged*

╰┈➤ 🎧 [ARTISTS] -> taylor swift (OBVIOUSLY), lana del rey, olivia rodrigo, gracie abrams, conan gray, sabrina carpenter, beabadoobee, maisie peters, mitski, cigarettes after sex, sza, the weeknd, beyonce, kanye west, reneé rapp, ABBA, melanie martinez, tv girl, marina, doja cat, the smiths, queen, nirvana, rihanna, ariana grande, tyler the creator, adele, lorde, mac demarco, phoebe bridgers, avril lavinge, boygenius, laufey, suki waterhouse, fiona apple, clairo, billie eilish, madison beer, tate mcrae, steve lacy, kali uchis, girl in red, lizzy mcalpine, arctic monkeys, radiohead, mazzy star, coldplay, ricky montgomery, harry styles, chase atlantic, the neighborhood, roar, alex g, pinkpantheress & more!!

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hi hi! i hope ur doing well, i dropped by here to ask if you can write a drabble where like a rare event happened and heelel went to the mortal world to like idk have fun go to theme parks and sum and then he spots like a woman who looks like realena but not entirely. He sees her from like her behind or her back and comes up 2 her and flirts w/ her but her bf is like there like 🤨 and thats all my brain let me produce, i would LOVE for u to write abt this, ily stay safe and keep healthy eat ur meals! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

”Like a Sore Thumb.”

This one has two versions of y/n. One on earth that resembles the y/n that Devil!HS is in love with. This is not canon.

Warnings: shameless flirting, deceiving, mentions of non-con acts, yandere theme, mentions/implications of non-con acts used as a form of punishment and or to express love, mentions of forced breeding, creampie (implied), human rights violation, reader is kept against her will, imprisonment. MDNI 18+.

What an exciting day it was for you and your boyfriend! The new theme park had just opened, and the day couldn’t be any more lovely for the occasion, which is why you adorned his favorite sun dress, paired with tastefully subtle heeled shoes. You bloomed like the flowers of spring.

“We should go check out the Ferris wheel after we get a cotton candy ball.”

You were eager to taste the massive fluff of cotton candy, as evident by your prolonged stare at the food vendor that served it. “Let’s go stand in line then.” Your boyfriend mentions, jovially taking you by the hand in seeing your smile. You both wait in line, it was so long, but you knew it would be worth the wait. The temperature grew hotter, and you both started to feel thirsty. “Do you mind standing in line while I get us some waters?” He mentions, and you shook your head as you pull him in to kiss his cheek. “Not at all. I’ll be here.”

He delicately shakes your hand before heading off, and as you promised, you wait in line. It felt as if the line was barely moving, what with the vendor taking time to create each cotton candy stick, you knew that it would be a while before you’d get to the front. But no matter. This was part of the experience, so you continued to wait, picking your nails as you stood motionless.

…………………

“What a pretty flower.”

you heard a deep voice emerge from behind, and furrowed your brows together in confusion. Did someone just call you a flower? for a split second, you thought it was your boyfriend being sneaky, yet the very moment you turned halfway, you come face to face with a dashing figure. The man was tall, had dark hair, and was dressed all in black. It was strange, he looked so poised and clean, as if the heat was not affecting him, despite wearing trousers, a button up with a black trench coat. His hair was somewhat smoothed over to the side, partially revealing his forehead; and his face…it was devilishly handsome. Too handsome in fact.

he just stood there, smirking at you. You felt the blood rush through to your cheeks as the heat of blush takes over. God, you hope he didn’t notice.

“I-I’m sorry? Were you speaking to me?” You soundlessly spoke, almost too scared to say anything really, the man’s looks was more than just attractive, it was intimidating.

“oh yeah.”

his response was simple and yet, it caused your heartbeat to rise. “Oh yeah”?? What sort of answer is that? You couldn’t help but become more curious about the man who continued to stare down at you.

“I’m sorry…do I know you?” You were confused by his behavior, despite him being the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on, you had a feeling in your gut that proposed a level of uneasiness as the man continued to scan your face with his eyes, looking as if he had seen you before.

“no.”

You internally huffed at his naught response. Clearly he didn’t care to elaborate, which sent signals that the man may have been a creep. Nonetheless, you did your best to be polite and to shoo him away. God only knows you didn’t want to make him mad, because even though he was handsome, there was a glint of subtleness in the form of chaos and malice in his eye.

“oh I’m sorry. I have to meet with my boyfriend, please excuse me.”

“Try harder.”

“excuse me?”

He chuckles aloud, revealing a toothy grin. You had to admit, it only made him more attractive to see a dashing smile to go with his aura. He speaks lowly, in a very deep tone, one that nearly made you collapse.

“I said try harder.” He takes a pause to bite down on his lip, furthering that uneasy ball that was forming inside. “That lie about meeting with your boyfriend, it ain’t it. If you really wanna lie to get your way out of things, you need to…” leaning in, he raises a hand and gently pinches your strands in between his fingers. Rubbing them softly together, he takes in the softness before looking back into your eyes, deeply…closely…and intimately. Whispering, he finishes his remark, his breath grazing your skin. “Try harder.”

you couldn’t think, breathe, or speak. You stood there nearly zoned out in his gaze. He spoke out once more, snapping you out of it. “Go ahead, try. I’m giving you a second chance….pretty.”

you gulped as you took him up on his offer. “I’m not interested…sorry.”

smirking once more, he narrows his eyes and whispers “good girl.” His hand drifts over, his finger traces your jawline until it levels at the center of your chin. From there, you felt the cold tip of his index drag downward, along the center of your throat, in between your collar bones, and right down at the center of the faint cleavage exposed from the scoop neck of your dress. It was enough to make your heart stop beating.

“y/n?”

you blink and widen your eyes as you hear your boyfriend from behind the unknown man. You slightly tilt your head to the side and watch as your boyfriend witnesses the man taking in the feel of your skin.

“oh…um..” you stutter, yet was cut off when the man injects his smooth tone, as he turns his face to reveal his side profile. “The boyfriend.”

you watched as your boyfriend stood, rather frozen. It was apparent that he too sensed the intimidating flow of the man’s aura. Not to mention that a faint switch in his gaze caused his rather handsome face to look more frightening than anything. The man turns back to you, and cups your cheek as he bids you farewell, all the while his thumb strokes in side motions, just above your cheekbone.

“Didn’t mean to disturb your date, you just look like someone I know….someone very dear to me. It’s a shame she can’t be here to show you the resemblance….” He sucks the air through his teeth and formulates a “tsk” sound as he finishes his statement…a statement that sent shivers down to your spine. “But she was a bad girl, so I had to lock her up for a while. That’s okay though…you’ll eventually know how to use that face.”

“U-use…my face?”

“mmhmm.” His thumb continues to stroke your cheek, your boyfriend stood uncomfortably and irritated, yet he was uncomfortable to say anything after receiving what looked to be a death glare from the man in black.

“I…I um…I don’t understand.” Confused, you took in his gaze as you broke the awkward silence.

“well…I can show you.” He leans his face closer…too close. You winced your eyes shut before feeling his breath coat your lips as he spoke. “Tell me….what you want, preeeeeeetty…”

you flutter your lids as you re-open your eyes. “Umm….I don’t know…”

“yeeeees you do….tell me what you want.”

“Um…well…” You peer your gaze off to the side at the cotton candy truck. His chuckle instantly caused you to look back at him, when out of nowhere he raises his other hand. In between his cold fingers, was a long stick with a giant ball of cotton candy, in the flavor you wanted to order.

“h-how—“

“Learn how to use your face.” He smiles as he presents the cotton candy to you. As soon as you took it out of his hand, he peers off to your side, taking a grab on your upper arm and squeezes as he passes through. The very second he was no longer in your sight, you turned to reach out, yet….

“where did he go?….he…he was just here….”

your boyfriend was also flabbergasted as the man disappeared in a blink of an eye. He walks over to you and hands you a bottle of water.

“um…y/n?”

“oh…I’m sorry babe….I…I don’t know who that was but….”

“never mind. Since….I mean now that you have this giant ball of cotton candy….I guess we don’t have to stand in line. Let’s go to the Ferris wheel.”

“okay.”

you both walked off and enjoyed the rest of the day. Throughout your entire visit at the theme park, the man’s words replayed in your head. “Learn to use your face.”

………………………….

The chiming sound of the chains cling together as you remain immobile on the grand bedding. Under the watchful eyes of dual dragons, you lay resting, knowing that you the possibility of you staying locked and chained would be likely. Guess you messed up big time, angering him, all by going against his wishes and continuously begging to go back to the life you once had. For days and days, you tested and pushed his patience out the window as you snapped and yelled, demanding to either be killed or to be released. He stood, not saying anything. Instead, he glared heavily and performed physical acts that left you sore in between your thighs. Who would have thought that out of all the scum you knew on Earth…the Senator, and his shallow followers, it would be the Devil, your own husband, to sexually assault you…all in the name of his insatiable “love” for you. Was it really love? Or was it madness? Or maybe…both.

the way he plunged deep inside, pinning your wrists down on the silk threaded sheets, thrusting, pulling, burying and seeping his essence inside of you as he whispered how much you hurt him with your careless words. He locked, bit, and sucked on every part of you. The marks are still there, they’re everywhere…you looked as if you were recovering from some sort of disease as the coloring scheme of purple, red, and pink adorns your nude body. And his words….the words that replay in your head over and over again….they won’t leave you alone. You could still feel the warm breath of his whispers penetrating your ears….

“don’t ever talk like that….you stay…you will stay…and be here with me….forever. My wife….my queen….I need my queen…I need you so much.”

……..

you shutter as you recall his sickening words were followed by his grunt as he released deep inside your crevice….forever reminding you of the fear you could not escape from…the fear of being forced to carry and birth the offspring of this monster…this demon…the devil.

you begin to sob quietly when you hear the calm footsteps of pure leather shoes meeting the marbled flooring.

“crying?” His voice was calm and smooth. Too smooth. Your body shivers as you hear him approach closer. Why can’t he just let you leave? It had been weeks since he brought you to Hell, and already you were going out of your mind with being stuck, forever under his gaze and nude. He wouldn’t even let you wear anything, always claiming that he wanted to take in everything about you before he drapes fine silk and chiffon on your body.

Your mind snaps back to the reality of the situation as you feel him take a seat by your side on the bed. The dip of the weight causes you to look his way and watch him sit while being finely dressed in black. His trench coat was light, and draped over the side of the bed as he crosses his legs and arms. His back leaned against the golden headboard while his eyes fixate on you.

“please….what am I supposed to do? I…I can’t live like this…..I just want to go..to go home.” You tearfully jut out as you cross your arms to cover your breasts. He tilts his head and peers a narrowed gaze your way with an expectant look.

“didn’t we learn anything the last two days? I guess you need more time to think about your wrongs.”

just as he was about to stand and leave you alone, you reach for him. It didn’t make sense to you, but somehow, even though you despised being here and was upset with his selfishness in keeping you, somehow….you found yourself not wanting to be alone. Perhaps it was from all the numerous punishments; being restrained and kept from contacting anyone for a long period of time really messed with your brain. Somehow, you became dependent on him, yearning for comfort and social interaction as the thought of your stay being prolonged in this glorified prison was too much to bare.

“please! Please! I promise I’ll be good. I don’t want to be alone anymore….please just…anywhere but here….I don’t want this….anything but this…..”

delighted that you had a change of heart and that you were begging for him to stay, the Devil’s heart softens. The one thing that makes him happy, was your love for him….your dependence on him….you yearning to be with him just as much as he wants to be with you. Slowly, you weee getting there.

“did you learn your lesson?”

“yes! Yes!”

“Good girl.” Snapping his fingers, the chains disintegrate and you gain mobility. You look up at him with pleads of mercy in your eyes, and he returns a look of reassurance and satisfaction.

“y-you’re not mad anymore?” You quietly stutter, desperately trying to confirm that he had forgiven you.

Shaking his head, he cradles your waistline and pulls you in. Reaching up, he taps the tip of your nose as he smirks. “Of course not. If you say you’ll be good, I’m going to trust you.”

He eyes you up and down as he takes your hand and forces you to run your fingers through his hair.

“don’t I always tell you? I’ll do anything for you…for that face. All you gotta do is use it.”

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sunshinemunchkin · 2 years

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110 Degrees

pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

summary: a pool party commences on this particular bau vacation. a game of chicken breaks out and suddenly feelings are stirred up between you and aaron.

word count: 6.6k

warnings: 18+ (minors do NOT interact!!), swimming, slight mention of food and alcohol consumption, nudity, hot tub sex, unprotected sex (do not condone, wrap it up), slight degradation, kissing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, tit praise, choking, p in v, fem! rec. oral, let me know if i've missed anything else.

a/n: i haven't posted in so long, i'm sorry! i've been so busy with school (spring classes straight into summer ones). i just managed to finish this after it being in my drafts and me being unmotivated to write smut. i probably will not post until school gets out again, just to let you know. I'M NOT DEACTIVATING OR ANYTHING! thank you @haley-h0tchner i'm pretty sure you inspired this a really long time ago ahah, but also thank you for proofreading. also thank you @hqtchner for the gif :)). most of all, thank you guys! ily all, and thank you for 600 followers (literally just checked). 🥺🥰 this is a filthy one...

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"it's fuckin' hot!" you heard emily exclaim from her place next to the pool, lain out on her towel, arm shielding her eyes from the blazing sun. her skin was sweating lightly as she bathed in the glory of the heat, attempting her hand at getting a reasonable tan for the remainder of the summer.

the team had decided to take a well earned vacation to rossi's california home. unfortunately, they had selected the hottest two weeks of the year to visit the golden state, the sweat practically pouring off of all of them in buckets. thank the good lord rossi had invested in a pool per his second wife's demand.

jj, who was sprawled out beside her, groaned in agreement. her hair tied up exposed the tattoo on the back of her neck of her sister's name. the casual manner of the afternoon settled over the group as well. everyone in their swimwear, showing more skin that anyone had ever seen or appropriate in a work environment. however, the one that you were simply unable to tear your eyes away from your shirtless boss mere feet away from you. the fact that he was sopping wet didn't help matters at all.

you hadn't realized you were staring until you felt a poke to your side, your head snapping over to look at derek who just raised his eyebrows at you. your eyes turned in their sockets as a response, "oh please, y/n. you could fill a pool with how much you're drooling over boss man.” a smack was delivered to the man's bare arm, the sound resonating in the space between you and around the pool making hotch look over his shoulder.

his senses were atoned to take in his surroundings and everything he noticed. so when aaron saw you smack derek's arm with a slight scowl on your face, a look of embarrassment written all over you. in that skin tight swimsuit, your hair dripping wet down your chest, leading down to-.

aaron stopped himself from thinking any further. sighing heavily and running a hand through his wet hair, spikes sticking up as opposed to his usual gelled back hair. rossi came out to the patio, two platters of drinks in his hands. aaron walked over and took one from him, setting it down on the table before selecting two out for you and himself. a soft and cold tap to your shoulder made you turn away from where you watched penelope protesting kindly when derek had wanted to place her on his shoulders, a game of chicken ensuing. your eyes traveled up long legs, a damp pair of blue swim shorts, and a broad chest that was littered in water droplets that raced down his flesh that told a thousand stories. ones of horror and pain, and others of joy and peace.

finally your eyes made their way up to lock onto his honey ones. filled with gentleness and generosity. "a rossi special." you breath out a laugh as aaron hands you the drink, taking the seat next to you. aaron slowly dipped his feet into the cool water soothing his hot skin, exhaling in relief once it did. you couldn't help but relish in the way his chest rose and fell as he enjoyed his time of relaxation. how his head tilted back and his eyes fluttered shut, leaning back on his hands.

"y/n!" penelope's shout brought your head down from the clouds, aaron out of his state of peace. you turn to face the woman, eyeing her dangerously. she shrunk back against derek with a sheepish smile and a short giggle. "just wanted to see if you wanted to play chicken? we need two more to commit." you begin to protest but there's a pair of eyes on the side of your face that made you reconsider, a bolt of confidence shooting up your spine.

so you nodded, despite yourself. ignoring the part of you that was screaming at you not to. telling you that the risk of embarrassment ran sky high. you hopped back in the water, lingering around the edge so you could take a few gentle sips from your beverage. aaron watched you as derek and penelope asked around to the other team members if they were interested in joining. "no such luck." derek sang out, swimming under the water to cool his head off once more. letting out a huff, you lean against the tiles on the inside of the pool, sipping at your drink and finishing it halfway.

"pretty boy's busy with machiavelli. rossi says he's too old, but i think he doesn't want to get his louis viuton shorts wet." laughing alongside penelope and aaron. you look across the poolside at everyone doing their respective activities, refusing to meet the man above you's eyes.

"em and jj say they're taking advantage of the sun, so i guess it's just us three. guess we gotta find another game." penelope eyed aaron carefully, having known of your little infatuation with him for a couple months. mainly because she caught you doodling his initials in your private notebook at lunch.

you eventually met aaron's eyes, a smirk dancing on his lips as you finished off your drinks at the same time. "fine." he said with a smack of his lips, swallowing the finality of the refresher. his body slipped down to fully submerge itself in the water. the edge reaching the middle of aaron's chest, resting just underneath his pecs. "i'll play." cheers were heard from your two friends, however your mind was running a million miles an hour, knowing penelope would demand to pair up with derek, leaving you with unit chief ssa aaron 'hotch' hotchner. "you okay?" a forced smile from you to the man in question turned into more of a grimace as you tossed a dirty look over to your friend who simply winked discreetly at you as derek reminded aaron the basics of the game.

"you don't have to play, hotch. i mean it, really!" your rambling didn't exactly help your case as aaron simply smiled at you. his hand reached over to squeeze your shoulder, sparks spreading like wildfire throughout your body and it was not about to be doused either.

"y/n. if i didn't wanna play, i wouldn't have offered." with a short nod, his hand was retreating from your shoulder, leaving behind the silhouette of a wet handprint that dripped down your skin. the four of you had grouped up, derek and hotch going underneath the water with a quick glance to each you and penelope. you shared a look with the woman before she was hoisted up onto derek's firm shoulders, her hands landing on his head to maintain her balance.

before you knew it, two large hands were wrapping themselves around your thighs and hoisting your figure onto strong shoulders before breaking the surface of the water. when aaron's head popped out of water, your hands mimicked penelope's placement and ran through the man's wet hair, trying to swipe it away from his eyes so he could see. when your hands had brushed his skin, aaron couldn't tell if the water made his legs weightless or if it was your intimate actions. he refused to let his mind wander too far into the depths of filth that laid underneath the surface, but with your warm core pressed against the back of his neck, he couldn't help but suppress a shudder.

"aaron?" his name falling off your lips in such a sweet manner only drove him further to the brink of his sanity. but, for the sake of maintaining a sliver of his composure and professionalism due to him being the boss, he simply looked up at your dripping figure, the feel of your pillowy thighs safely closing his head in between your legs.

with a soft hum and smile, you two shared a cherished moment and penelope was clearing her throat to gain your attention once more. both your heads snapped up to look at the two who just stood there with matching smirks. "we gonna play, or what?" you fixed the strap on your bathing suit swiftly before raising your arms into position, a smirk on your lips as penelope did the same. aaron's grip tightened on your thighs and that thought was pushed aside as you tucked your ankles underneath his arms to have more of a grip on him, the muscles in your legs flexing to keep their hold around aaron's head.

on derek's count, the two of them came towards you and aaron. your hands found penelope's forearms, laughing as you attempted to topple her over. her strength was not undeniable. she may be a computer genius, but one that participates in pilates. with all the gym sessions derek makes you attend and the activity of the job, you were pretty strong. and by the grip your thighs had on aaron's head, he could tell. though he could care less if he died between your thighs. with a slight struggle you manage to knock penelope over and into the water behind her, aaron letting out a light hearted laugh as you do.

it was a long time since you've heard that laugh from the man, from his chest. aaron had been through a lot, you've seen him on some of his worst days. when a glass of whiskey was the only thing he was looking forward to at the end of the day. you tried to pull him out of that, introducing a proper into his nighttime routine instead of just liquor. your crush didn't develop into anything right away because you refused to admit and accept that you were falling for your boss. it seemed like such a cliche, not to mention the worst move in the book and a surefire way to lose your job. you decided against it, forcing it into the deep recesses of your mind.

until one fateful and regular thursday evening when you were turning in paperwork and aaron had just hung up from a rather disheartening phone call, the effects of it clearly written all over his face. "you alright?" you had questioned, the man raising his eyes to look at you pitifully. "yeah. jack's just at a sleepover and jess cancelled our dinner plans, she has a date." you mouthed an 'oh', and that was how you managed to coax aaron into spending after hours with you trying out a new recipe, granted by rossi. the two of you had completely bombed the dish, sauce splattering all of your stove and the aprons you both were dawning, you both bursting into laughter at the state of things. "how about we just order a pizza?" aaron suggested casually, the look on his face telling that a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. so how could you argue with that?

you were brought back to the present where aaron was staring back at you, his face upside down with a wide grin stretched across his mouth. his eyes glimmered with a certain hope and happiness you had yearned to see upon his face for years. "go again?" he asked softly, making your breath hitch at the implication of his words you couldn't help but gasp softly. aaron noticed, he noticed everything. especially when it came to you, so when your breath caught in your chest, it only made pride swell in his before his gaze was averted to penelope getting back on derek's shoulders.

"ready?" she asked, mischief lingering in her eyes and you knew she had some plan concocted. but still you nodded and readied yourself on aaron's frame, his hands digging into your warm flesh once more. the countdown was called out and suddenly penelope was using all her force to push you down. you hadn't expected her to hit you with such force, making you waver in aaron's grip for a moment before he steadied you and you were pushing back. your hands met her well manicured ones, her arms straining as they pushed against you with determination.

with one final exertion of energy, penelope managed to knock you off aaron's shoulders, aaron falling back with you to ease your impact with the water. the two of you were pushed underwater, muffled cheers heard from above you from your opponents. you spotted aaron breaking from the water but you were unable to grasp your footing, his hands eventually pulling you from the water. a gasp was pulled from your throat at the sudden inhalation of air, "you alright?" and suddenly you were taken back to that same night that you had asked him to join you for dinner, anxiety bubbling inside of you. you managed a meek confirmation, taking in how close to his firm chest you were, his arms wrapped tightly around your bare skin. your eyes flitted from his irises to his pink flushed lips. he helped steady you on your feet, as you waded over to where penelope was leaned against the side of the pool, keeping an eye on how reid was testing the water with his toes.

she lightly punched your arm, success written on her face. "best two out of three?" she asked to which you shook your head.

"i think a tie is good enough for me. i'm too competitive for actual winning." she laughed heartily at your answer, squeezing you into a side hug before she got out and dried off, the sun setting and welcoming the arrival of dinner. rossi had opened the sliding door to announce that the appetizers were ready, having some help with the preparation from a freshly tanned jj and emily.

you were just about to jump out when two familiar hands were pressed against your waist, helping you to sit at the edge of the pool, water spilling off you as you exited into the cool evening breeze. you smiled down at aaron who floated in the water with a boyish grin. "what're you smiling about, hotchner?" he didn't say anything, only breathing out a laugh before his head was whipping around to see everyone occupied with something.

then his hands trailed up your legs slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as his fingers wrapped around your knees. aaron pulled his body close to yours so he could whisper in hushed tones what he really desired, "i’d love for my head to be between your thighs under different circumstances.” he gloated proudly, your hand hovering over his dark locks, threatening to slip into them and tug lightly.

while you stammered for words, the man pushed himself out of the pool, his muscles rippling along with the water. aaron smiled down at you, his hand outstretched to your stunned figure. "better join them for dinner." was all he said, you hesitantly placing your hand in his as he helped you to stand and kept his body close to yours as you head inside, wrapped in fluffy towels. but just as you both had reached the sliding door, aaron took a gentle hold of your shoulder, tugging you back against his chest. "meet me out here later. say, one? and change into that two piece i know you have stuffed in the bottom of your bag." the prospect of you meeting aaron after hours was something that still stirred something in you to this day, but to meet him in the middle of the night was a different story. especially by the tone of his voice as it wafted in your ear and the mention of the skimpy bathing suit you dreaded to wear and only brought it on vacation as a last resort. just in case. you met his eyes and nodded with a smile of your own on your damp lips. that was all of that exchange once he opened the door and jj was welcoming you in to sit beside her, shared and longing glances shared with aaron from across the table as you awaited one am.

it felt as if the evening was trailing on forever, one in the morning coming later rather than sooner. between seconds for dinner and s’mores, you had shared yearning looks across the fire pit, his face lit up from the flames. almost as if he were some deep sin from the depths of hell. meeting your boss in what was assumed to be a sensual manner felt wrong on so many levels despite the the fact that you both were mature, responsible adults.

the first, "i'm heading to bed." from reid was called out, making everyone fall in line like dominos. ranging from the genius to you, your eyes lingering over aaron's now clothed chest before heading inside the house and to your designated room. you changed from your damp, respectable suit into the blue two piece that showed off more of your chest than bargained for when you bought it online as well as your ass that was left to the open air. it was definitely something emily would whistle at you in the way that makes you feel confident and embarrassed all at once.

it wasn't long before it reached one o'clock now, time urging on as your anxieties rose within you. with a quick look to the clock reading 12:55am, and a glance in the mirror, you brush your wet hair behind your ear. it didn't make a difference, the damage had already been done by the chemicals in the pool. you figure it didn't matter as you assumed this would be a midnight swim. when you snuck out of your room, a dry towel in hand, you saw that almost all the lights were out in the house. all the rooms either having no or minimal light and the oven bulb being the only illumination granted to you in your trek back outside.

as quietly as you could, with as little creaks in the floor as possible, you manage to open disable the alarm rossi had set for the back door and sliding the door open to reveal aaron lounging in the hot tub, bubbles on high. a gulp later and you're walking over to him, a slight sway in your hips as you drop the towel down next to the tub, watching a smirk form on his lips, his eyes darkening. "you getting in?" you don't say anything, kicking your shoes off and sauntering up the steps and taking his hand that was outstretched to you. relishing in how aaron's eyes drank in your figure that was hovering above him. your legs were met with warmth as soon as they disappeared beneath the water, your chest releasing a sigh as you sank down next to the man.

aaron scooted away from you, moving to the other side of the tub, wanting to see you in all your glory. your head tipped back and exposed your neck, aaron's hard-on only growing since the moment you stepped out onto the patio. he admired you staring up at the night sky, smiling when you had seen a couple stars here and there. "nothing like home." you referred to virginia, where there were stars for miles and miles. he hummed in agreement, a low and baritone sound that carried across to you.

when your eyes met his, aaron's breath stuttered. he knew he had liked you very much for a while, but only recently had he came to know that he was falling in love with you on the outside. terrified of ruining whatever good thing he had with you, he had kept his feelings to himself. that was, until he couldn't. until you sat on his shoulders, in your rightful place: above everything else. until his head was so close to your place of intimacy that he couldn't hold back any longer. so now, with just the two of you in this boiling pool of attraction, he slowly swam over to where you sat, watching as your breath caught in your throat and your eyes blew wide in lust. you wanted this just as much as he did, otherwise you wouldn't have come. he had finally reached your space, his lips hovering over yours as his eyes searched yours for any hesitation. "is this all you called me out here for, hotch?" your eyes not holding any anger or resentment towards the man. but rather, teasing him for starting off with seduction.

"no," aaron responded swiftly, "i called you out here. because i've fallen in love with you. and i'm tired of being discrete." a grin broke out on your face, your wet hands rising from under the water to hold his stubbly cheeks in your palms. your eyes traced over his features as if committing them to memory, a swallow of nerves from the two of you and his lips were on yours in an instant.

the kiss you shared with aaron was like no other. passionate, sexual, but also sweet and gentle. like he wanted more but was holding himself back in order to savor this moment he finally approached with you. his tongue eventually made it's way to trace the length of your bottom lip, a soft gasp earned from your throat allowing for aaron to slip his tongue into your mouth, massaging yours with fervor as you succumbed to his touch. a soft moan was dragged from your chest, a smirk dancing on aaron's lips as he reached underneath the water to play with the strings of your bathing suit, one knot eventually coming loose.

you arched your back into him, the top floating in the water as your chest emerged from the bubbles. your arms flew up to wrap around his neck, aaron turning the two of you over so that you were sat comfortably on his lap, his dick pressing firmly against your nearly bare ass. moans and whimpers were heard from the both of you, aaron's fingers coming up to play with your free breasts, the soft touches he had given you in this short time already hardening them along with the evening breeze that cast itself over your half nude bodies. your hands were now pressed against aaron's chest, his hips gently rocking into you, the flimsy piece of material between your legs being no help to capture your arousal at all. slowly but surely, aaron's lips were attaching themselves to one peaked nipple, while one hand slipped down to cup your sex.

the heel of his palm ground into your throbbing clit, still covered by the soaked bottoms of that pointless two piece, seeing as it was half shed already. his eyes locked on how you reacted. your head dropped down and your eyes fluttered shut, it was blissful and he could get drunk off the way you were above him right now. he removed his mouth from your tit to speak, "you're so desperate." a statement, not a question. "you do realize i can feel you pulsing? and i haven't even done anything yet?" you willed your pussy to stop clenching around nothing simply from one touch of his hand and aaron chuckled lowly, kissing into your mouth once more. heated and dirty, you groaned against him as his thumb pressed against your clothed core, pressing deep against your awaiting hole before pulling back.

"what's all this whinin' for?" aaron's eyes never leaving your figure and smiling the whole way through you trying to grind down on his hand for more friction. "more? gotta ask for it, honey." you fought the urge to grunt in frustration, just needing anything more.

you eventually found your voice once again. "more. i need more aaron." it was aaron's turn to groan when his name fell from your lips. sweet and succulent as if it he were named that for the sole purpose of you moaning it aloud. he wasn't one to deny you of what you needed, so he nodded shortly and kissed your cheek, trailing down your neck to suck a mark into your wet and hot flesh. he took his time sliding your bottoms away from your hot awaiting pussy, down your legs and leaving them floating in the water beside you next to your top as well. you were now bare to the man you called your boss, the man you were majorly in love with and reciprocated those feelings as well.

his fingers slid against your folds, the water washing over your exposed skin felt like nothing before. it felt naughty and shameful; wrong. and you adored it. you ground your hips down into aaron's thick fingers, one of them breaking the surface of your hole and slipping into you with ease, making you moan out and shudder against his chest. it renewed you to be filled with aaron in any way. his lips trailing over the expanse of your shoulder, his own eyes shutting at the feeling of your warm cunt clenching around him. you bounced on his single digit lewdly, aaron grinning in the moonlight against you as you did.

"good girl, you look like such a whore grinding on my finger. imagine you on my cock." his words slipped into your ears as he curled his finger and explored inside of you with intrigue. a whimper spilled from your lips as aaron added a second finger, the thickness of his unable to compare to what you were used to with your own hands.

suddenly it was ripped away before aaron was turning you around and pulling you back to his chest, slipping his fingers back inside of you. "shit!" your surprised exclamation made the man clamp his other large hand over your mouth.

"you wanna get caught?" he asks you, his fingers never once slowing their curl. you didn't mean to but you clenched around his hand, causing a wicked smile to break out on his face. "oh? you do. well, then by all means," his hand over your mouth released itself and slid down to your clit where he rubbed at the nerve in the way that you loved, "make some noise for me, gorgeous. wanna hear you." a groan flew from you as soon as the words left him. pants flowed from you as aaron held your hips down and pulled you flush against his chest, fingers still handling your pussy skillfully. how he knew just what you liked, you had no clue.

the coil inside of you began to tighten to unbelievable measures, your breathing growing hot and heavier as aaron whispered sweet and dirty nothings into your ear, only urging your orgasm closer. "aar-aaron, i'm gonna cum." you manage between groans of fighting your climax off as much as possible. he simply chuckled against you, hands removing themselves from your heat, a long whine ripped from you as you turned to face him.

"don't worry, babe. gonna have you creamin' on my cock instead, how's that?" you nodded eagerly, knowing you looked pathetic but you were unable to find it in you to care. aaron slipped his shorts down to expose his rock hard cock, slapping against his stomach with a soft splash of water around his crotch area. you couldn't help but release a small giggle, aaron's eyes snapping up to look at you, beautiful in the moonlight. "what is it, silly girl?" your laughs grew louder as you rested your head against his shoulder.

not really sure what you were laughing at, maybe the entire ordeal of you being sat naked on your boss' lap. or perhaps it was the fact that you've had feelings for this man for months, doodling his name in your notebook, and here you were about to be split open on his cock. "nothing, nothing." aaron's hand came up to stroke your bare back, the warm water from his hands spilling down your spine. he lets out a deep chuckle to your neck, placing kisses along your shoulder.

"s'just, big." was all you could manage before aaron throws his head back and is laughing freely. the man kissed your lips with a grin, shaking his head at the reminder of how adorable you are. with a final peck to your cheek, your hand makes its way down to stroke him languidly, a soft moan breaking through his lips.

his head is tossed back, hands gripping your hips tightly as you grind gently against his lap, trying to gain more friction but failing miserably. "you look absolutely breathtaking." was whispered to your lips before they were engaged in a heated, dirty kiss. you were pulled closer by his fingers digging into the expanse of your hips, grin plastered against your lips as he ground your sopping core to the wet skin of his thigh. aaron chuckled, watching your hips move on their own without much instruction, your eyes snapped shut as you rode his thigh. "so stunning, riding my thigh." a whimper left your throat as aaron spoke.

cautiously, his hand trailed up to wrap around your throat. no pressure applied, just resting there. your much smaller palm covered the back of his hand, letting him know that he can go further, and with that aaron did. slightly pressing against the sides of your neck, and your eyes were rolling back in your head while aaron smirked up at you. "didn't know you were this filthy." he mumbled, sucking on your exposed tit as you ground your hips on his firm leg. gasps and whines left your lips as your pace quickened, "aaron. oh, aaron." he tweaked your nipple with his free hand, pulling and sucking on one before moving to the other.

"nope." everything was removed from your aching body. his hands were torn away from your neck and his lips away from your chest. you groaned and whimpers, aaron chuckling and kissing you gently. "trust me, honey. it's gonna feel amazing." you nod, pitifully as aaron stroked his hard cock, never breaking eye contact with you.

slowly, he lifted your hips and your hands fell around his neck. his eyes met yours and he spoke gently. "if at anytime you want to stop, you tell me. understood?" you smile and nod. "i don't think i would want to, but yes sir." he laughs lowly and kissed your cheek.

"yes sir," he mocked slightly, "damn you're gonna kill me." aaron said, your hand and his working together to discard of your bathing suit bottoms and position his length to line up with your entrance. his brown eyes were wide as he watched your ministrations. his tip had barely filled you, when a low groan left both of your throats. his large hands aided in pushing you down, your walls stretching around him to accommodate for his size. when you were finally seated firmly on his lap, you exhale deeply, aaron's forehead pressed against yours.

the two of you broke out into soft laughs, "y'okay?" you ask him in return of him taking care of you. aaron's eyes were glazed over with love and his cheeks were a rosy red as he nodded in confirmation. "i'm perfect." you cup his face, ignoring how your cunt fluttered around him, begging for more.

aaron, on the other hand, couldn't just let it go. the fact that he had been pining over you for what felt like ever, and now he was here. you in his arms, him in your pussy. he had so much admiration in his heart for you, not just as a work crush, but as a person. how you care for others and are so sympathetic to your colleagues and victims on cases, particularly children. how strong you are and the confidence that just pours off of you even on your hardest days. aaron had been trying to ignore how your smile lights up every room you enter, how he feels at peace when looking at you or working beside you. he had desperately tried to push away the feeling of adoration that had crawled its way up from the pit of his stomach into his heart at the action of you bringing him a coffee, remembering his order by heart, and leaving it with a special treat some days. the days that donut holes accompanied his morning cup, were a tell tale sign you were in a good mood and had been productive early that day. but, while aaron had been trying to ignore everything good, something he didn't think he would ever get back after everything he had been through, he didn't notice until recently how you've been by his side through it all.

he was pulled from his love trance when you moaned softly against his neck, his hands coming up to guide your hips up and down off his dick. gasps and heavy breathing filled the space between you two, your body eventually taking over and bouncing without help from the man below you. aaron watched in wonder as your tits rose and fell in perfect alignment with his lips. he grasped one in his hands and twirled his tongue over the hard and painfully peaked nipple. a cry is coaxed from you when you make eye contact with aarons as he licks and sucks at your breasts. your hand grips his damp hair and pushes him further into your chest where he would happily stay for all of eternity if you let him.

by a rapid fluttering of your walls around aaron's throbbing cock, he knew you were close. one of his hands snuck its way in between the two of you. your clit catching between his thick fingers and a moan escaping you. he rubbed smooth circles around the nerve that felt heavenly. you were right there.

"gonna cum?" aaron asked, though he knew the answer. he just wanted to see you in all of your pleasure, begging to let go. a restrained whimper was trapped in your throat as you looked at him, pupils blown out beyond belief, the eye contact only pushing you closer to the edge. "go ahead, beautiful. soak my cock." which is exactly what you did, nails digging into the man's shoulders as he pierced you on his length. aaron's fingers spun over your clit swiftly, his own hips driving his cock into your tight hole and making you choke on your own words. he had you tipping you over the edge into white hot pleasure. a loud and damn near pornographic moan was heard from you as your quivering pussy clenched around his hard dick like a vice. the sensitivity of it all affecting your throbbing clit that aaron had yet to let up on. "god, you're perfect. you got one more f'me?" you nod, hips chasing your second orgasm that was already there, your mind ignoring the sensitivity that had no time to overcome you as aaron's dick twitched inside of you.

"all for you. cum in me, please. please aaron." you manage, aaron's free hand snaking up to grip your throat once more and another whimper falls from your lips. his hand squeezed your neck and circled your clit at the same time, the pleasure fully returning as your eyes rolled back in your head. your wails echoed around the pool area as you milked aaron's cock, cumming hard around him as he thrust into you harshly. his hips were uncontrollable, groans and pants being voiced from him. a couple swears, a bit lip, and he's spilling his load into you, head thrown back and bliss taking over his body as his hips buck into you and ride his orgasm out.

in a fucked out state, aaron looks back at you, a smile crossing his lips. "c'mere." he says, pulling out of you slowly, picking you up and laying you on the edge of the hot tub, your back against the cool tiles as aaron's load spills out of you slowly. immediately the man is tearing your bottoms off and tossing them aside carelessly before he's pressing two fingers into you. listening to your gasps and heavy breaths, the sound of your soaked cunt, all for him. aaron's soon diving into and smoothing his tongue over the expanse of your sore pussy. in surprise, you gripped his hair, holding him to your center as his lips sucked your tender clit into his mouth, your hips bucking up for more and less at the same time. your mind was foggy with overwhelming pleasure. "aaron!" he grinned against you, pulling his fingers out and holding them up to your mouth to taste your mixture. your tongue swirled around his fingers which made aaron groan against your sensitive nerve. his tongue, however, was delving into your sore hole, his free hand pressed into the supple flesh of your thighs as he ate you out like a starved man. if he didn't get a chance to be in between your legs after the events of the afternoon, he would've gone insane. it wasn't soon after deliverance of the vibrations from his own moans against your tender core you were cumming a third time. the combination of you both flowing out of you in a pearl white river, down your folds.

as your body shook with the aftershocks of intense fulfillment, aaron tucked himself back into his swim shorts, before he took your hands and kissed your palms softly before pressing his lips to yours. the taste of you and him on his tongue had you whimpering in satisfaction. when he pulled away, aaron was staring at you with such love and intimacy. "i love you." he says, kissing your forehead and leading his lips down the bridge of your nose. your giggles sounded from his actions and a smile was earned from the usually stoic man.

your wet hands traced across his chest as he helped you to sit up, cleaning you off with your towel. "i love you, a lot. especially after that." aaron chuckled, bringing you under his arm and kissing your wet head, his legs still dangling in the water. sudden light floods the backyard, exposing the two of you, aaron's hands flying up to cover your chest while simultaneously looking at the house. the window on the second floor is opened and a tired rossi pokes his head out. "glad you guys figured out your feelings, now can you please keep it down? some of us aren't as young and exuberant as you both, and we need our well earned rest." apologies were spoken from the two of you as rossi grumbled his way back into bed, the lights turning off from his system upstairs. aaron and you shared a look before laughing softly, your arms holding his shoulders firmly as you shook with laughter. "we better get inside before he gets his BB gun out." you nod and kiss aaron's cheek. a blushing mess, he grabs your bikini top, wringing it out and putting it back on you before handing you the discarded bottoms.

as you were sliding your bottoms on and climbing off the edge of the tub, aaron climbs out and grabs your hand gently. his honey eyes now yearning and nervous, "will join me for the rest of the night?" you cup his cheek and kiss his lips sweetly. "as long as you'll have me." a grin popped up on aaron's mouth, his teeth flashing the whole world with his bright smile. "i'll want you forever." clutching the towel in one hand around your body, aaron's larger hand in the other, you bring his knuckles up to your mouth to kiss as the two of you slip back into the house. happy, satisfied, and exposed.

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Down The Hall II

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: SMUT! minors DNI. 18+ only. marijuana use, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), anal play (m&f receiving), slight spit play. A/N: i write so much better after i smoke. enjoy. shout out to Whitney for inspiring this ily

You loved Sundays.

Especially ones in the spring. Where the sun was shining powerfully by the time you had stumbled out of bed. Bonus points if there were no clouds in the sky.

This particular Sunday, you had your blackout curtains pulled shut. Only a sliver of light peeking through.

The seasons were changing. Each day became warmer. Summer was so close you could almost smell it.

Your schedule for the day was perfect: to do absolutely nothing.

You pulled the covers from yourself, the brisk air hitting your bare skin immediately. Your bedtime attire consisted of a washed out t-shirt you purchased at the beach last summer, about 3 sizes too big for you. The shirt fell to the middle of your thigh. For bottoms, your favorite pair of sleep shorts from Walmart. You know, the white pair with red kisses all over them.

You sat up, placing your bare feet on the vinyl wood floors. Last night you decided to treat yourself to some self care. An “everything shower” you’d like to call it. You ran your hands down your freshly shaved, soft legs.

Sliding on your fuzzy bunny slippers, you trudged over to the small mirror hanging on your wall. You checked your appearance, rubbing the sleep from your eye and smoothing down the hair on the crown of your head.

In the background, you heard the soft rumble of voices coming from outside. The balcony doors in your living room provided beautiful lighting to cascade against your living room. Perfect for days like this when the sun shone through just right.

Curious to who your roommate had over, you peaked your head out the door. The voices were muffled, and the living room was vacant.

They must be outside. You thought to yourself.

As you walked closer to the sliding doors at the end of the room, the voices became nearer. Their bodies still not in view.

You wrapped your fingers around the handle of the heavy white door and gave it a good pull. The heat of the day hit your legs first, followed by the intense scent of weed traveling through your nostrils.

Josh had sat on the lawn chair. He wore a t-shirt from the local brewery, cuffed at the sleeves. Paired with gray sweat shorts. It was just warm enough for him to bust out the birks. He had a straggly red braid tied around his ankle with string.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Jake spoke, his voice gravelly from the smoke.

Jake’s back rested against the opposite side of the balcony. His legs were crossed at the ankle. He wore a pair of black jeans that had natural tears in them. On top, he had on a light washed denim shirt, frayed at the bottom from his DIY crop. No matter the temperature, the faded boots were always paired with his outfit.

You grinned to yourself, leaning on the balcony. You peered over the edge, looking side to side down the ends of the street, taking in the morning rays.

As you stood on your tippy toes to look over the railing, your shirt and sleep shorts lifted, the cuff of your cheeks peeking out the bottom.

Josh’s eyes flicked to your tan skin the moment he saw the fabric rise.

“Meow.” He turned to his twin to see if he noticed it too. They chuckled to each other under their breath.

You spun against the railing, leaning your back to it.

“What’s on the agenda today boys?” You glanced back and forth to them, Jake taking a hit from the joint first.

“I could think of a few things I’d like to do with you.” He exhaled the smoke and passed the joint across the table to Josh.

He accepted, and snickered at his brother’s innuendo.

“Oh yeah?” You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Good thing I’m free today.” You reached over the table, plucking the joint from between Josh’s fingers and bringing it to your lips. He watched you as he exhaled his own smoke up into the air.

The heels of Jake’s boots clicked against the concrete of the balcony floor. He sauntered towards you, stopping at your side, curling his finger under the hem of your t-shirt. He lifted the shirt slowly to peek at the skin of your hip bone. A tan line stretching across the bone from your bathing suit bottoms.

“I can imagine you’d clear your schedule for us anyway.” The pad of his pointer finger ran against the skin above the waistband of your sleep shorts.

His nose nuzzled into your hair, inhaling the smell of the shampoo from last night. Fresh green apples. His favorite.

“What do you say, Josh?” Jake used the knuckle of his index finger to angle your head up to him. “You want a taste?” He called over to his brother, but his eyes were trained on yours.

Josh was not as outgoing in this department, compared to his twin. He lifted himself from the chair, joining you against the railing. He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he placed a quick soft kiss on your cheek. His eyes were warm. They looked like they were filled with love. His grin was tight against his face, but sincere.

Jake took his last inhale from the joint before squeezing your cheeks together to form an “O” shape with your mouth. He formed a tight circle with his lips, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. You sucked in a breath, inhaling the smoke and letting it burn in your throat. From the other side, Josh chuckled to himself, the high starting to creep up on him.

Jake stubbed out the last of the joint in the ashtray on the table, looking over his shoulder to you.

“Coming?” He called for you.

You answered by following him through the sliding door, extending your hand out behind you for Josh to grab onto you. His palms were soft and had a sheen of moisture to them, never feeling dry. The skin of his palms anywhere on your body was your favorite feeling.

In front, Jake ran a hand through his hair, leading the way down the hallway to your bedroom.

You and Josh giggled behind him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his palms splaying across your stomach as you tried to walk with him clinging to you.

Jake kicked your door open with the toe of his boot. You and Josh waddled together as he pecked kisses to your cheeks, his arms tangled around your waist.

“Let me see her.” Jake spoke.

Half of your room was dark, the light pouring in from the living room. He stood before you, his hands grabbing either side of your face. His thumbs swept across your cheek bones. He gripped your face, bringing it up to his direction. Jake scanned every inch of your face. You watched his eyes as they traced over your features. The pad of his thumb ran over your cupid's bow. His line of vision now locked on your lips.

“So beautiful, you know that?” Before you could respond, Jake attached his lips to yours. The kiss was slow. He was in no rush. He wanted to feel every second of your skin pressed to his.

You felt as if time had slowed down. Your brain was foggy and the world had stopped as Jake opened his mouth into the kiss. You felt his wet tongue lap over your own, tasting the inside of your mouth. He sent a groan into your mouth, you felt the vibration against your tongue.

He pulled you away from him by your cheeks. His eyes immediately find your swollen red lips.

“Feel how soft her lips are, Josh.” He called over to his brother.

Jake playfully tossed you to Josh’s direction. His big palms wrapped around your biceps, he lightly squeezed the muscle as he took in your eyes. You made sure to put on your most innocent face as you looked up to him. The one corner of his mouth began to curve up, his top row of teeth peeking out from under his upper lip.

His four fingers rested tangled in your hair behind your ear, while his thumb ran against your jaw. He brought your face to him before he pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was more needy than Jake’s. His lips, eager to feel your tongue slide against his. The room filled with panting breaths from you and Josh, as the kiss turned sloppy with desperation.

You took in the warmth of Jake’s body as he pressed into your back. They surrounded you from every angle. The tip of his nose brushed alongside the shell of your ear. You felt his fingertips snake up into your hair from the nape of your neck. He traveled up to the crown of your head and tugged your hair, causing your head to tilt back. Exposing your neck, Josh left open mouth kisses against your skin.

You whined in pleasure at the harsh pulls from Jake in your hair.

With gritted teeth, Jake growled into your ear, “Hear that, Josh? She likes when it hurts.” You tucked your lips between your teeth, trying to bite back your high pitched moans.

Taking you off guard completely, Josh slaps a palm against the outside of your thigh, the skin tingling where his hand once was.

They were both the perfect balance of gentle and rough. Sweet and sour.

The back of your head laid against Jake's chest, his fingers remained tangled in your hair.

With his free hand, he trailed down your chest, slowly running his fingers over your hardened nipples, hidden by your shirt. He reached the waistband of your shorts, where he slipped his fingers behind. He slid his hand down, running the pad of his fingertips over the soft skin of your lower lips. You arched your back, you ass pressing into his crotch, begging for his touch with your actions.

Josh’s hands found your face, bringing your mouth to his once more. You moaned into his mouth as his brother spread your lower lips apart with his index and ring finger. Jake used his middle finger to swirl around your sensitive clit. He played with it slowly, feeling the swollen bud move from side to side.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as your jaw fell open. Josh mirrored your actions, groaning right back to you.

As Jake rubbed between your lips, you stroked Josh’s hardened length over his shorts. You wrapped your fingers around him and lightly tugged over the gray material. He pushed himself into you, begging for your touch.

“Touch him.” Jake whispered into your ear, referring to his brother's hard cock resting in the palm of your hand.

You slipped your hand underneath the waistband of Josh’s shorts. You clenched around nothing at finding out Josh wasn’t wearing anything underneath. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, slowly pumping around him. He tilted his head back, his lips slightly parted as he huffed choked breaths through them.

Your thumb swiped over his tip, gathering the pre-cum that had leaked out and swirled it around the sensitive skin.

Josh whimpered at the feeling. His brother trailed two fingers down your wet skin, circling your entrance before pushing his fingers inside of you. A guttural moan bubbled from your throat at the slight stretch. Jake pumped his fingers into you faster, your arousal beginning to leak around his fingers as you tugged at Josh’s cock with more force. Josh sucked a sharp breath through gritted teeth, fucking into your fist.

Jake's fingers curved into your walls, flexing them inside of you. You couldn’t contain the sobs from the way his fingers were making you feel. He continued these motions until you felt your cum trickle down the side of your leg.

“There it is. Keep going baby. Make a mess on the floor.” He growled into your ear.

He wiggled them faster inside of you, every so often tearing them from you to rub into your clit.

Your hand around Josh’s cock stilled. You squeezed his length in reaction to Jake playing with you under your shorts.

Your knees began to wobble, your orgasm taking over you fully. You felt the rush over warmth flow through your body, under your skin. Josh intently watched your face contort in pleasure as Jake held you upright around your waist.

He swirled his fingers around your sensitive bud, slower each time bringing you back to him.

The 3 of you panted in unison. The air in the room began to feel hot and sticky.

Jake patted his hand on the bed in front of you.

“On your knees for us.” He instructed and you followed.

In the middle of the bed, you arched yourself for them. Your ass in the air and your head resting on your folded arms in front of you.

Josh slid himself underneath you. Your arms slotted next to his head as you leaned down to slide your lips against his.

Jake situated himself between your legs from behind. His fingers wrapped around the waist band at your lower back, before bunching the fabric in his hand and yanking the shorts over the curve of your ass. He tugged them down until they were at your knees.

In front of you, you used one hand to untangle the knot of Josh’s shorts. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you looked to him for permission.

The sound of Jake’s belt buckle rattled from behind you as his pants dropped to the floor, stepping out of them one foot at a time. You felt the bed dip from Jake’s knees pressing into the mattress between your legs. His fist wrapped around the base of his cock, he flicked the tip through your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it around.

You whimpered softly each time he rubbed over your clit with his head.

Josh helped you pull his shorts down over his hips. His cock bobbing in the air from being free of all confinements. He pumped himself fully, his fist rolling over the tip completely. He thrusted his hips up into his own touch.

You wrapped your lips around the sensitive skin at the top, swirling your tongue around the curve. Slowly, you sunk your mouth down onto him as Jake pushed himself into you. Your moans vibrating around Josh’s cock.

Jake rammed himself into you hard. You felt the burn of his girth stretching your walls. He gripped your hips for leverage. Quick grunts spilled from his lips as he pounded you from behind.

Jake’s hard thrusts encouraged you to take more of his brother down your throat. Hesitantly, Josh placed his palm on the back of your head. He lightly pressed down against it, showing you he wanted you to go deeper.

From behind his toes curled as he felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You came back up his length, sucking tightly until you reached the top, where you met his eyes while you flicked your tongue through his slit.

He threw his head back in pleasure as his eyes shut tight.

Jake placed a flat palm on each of your cheeks, spreading you for him. A trail of saliva fell from Jake’s tongue, landing directly on your other hole. With his thumb, he swirled the spit around your rim before pushing the finger inside of your ass.

The sudden sting of pleasure caused you to squeal around Josh’s cock. You left open mouth kisses down the side of his length until you reached his balls. You ran a flat tongue over them as you flicked your eyes up to meet his gaze. His eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, watching as you crept further down with your tongue to a place no one had pleasured him before.

You spread his thighs farther apart as he scooched himself down the mattress. With his heels digging into the bed, he spread himself for you, welcoming your tongue lower. Jake pressed his thumb deeper into you as he watched you explore Josh farther.

Josh’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the tip of your tongue rolled over his hole. You flattened your tongue, sliding it against him as he pressed into the back of your head with his hand. He arched into your touch as you swiped kitten licks against him.

“I’m gonna-“ Josh panted out, unable to finish his sentence.

Jake yanked your hair, jerking your body upright, pressed into his chest.

“Where did you learn something so filthy?” He grumbled in your ear as his cock slid in and out of you slowly.

With your arms no longer at his sides, Josh slid off the side of the bed, his cock bobbing up and down as he walked himself behind his twin.

“My turn, yeah?” He playfully slapped a hand against Jake’s shoulder.

Jake walked over to the side of the bed, stripping himself of his shirt. He stood next to you, stroking himself, watching you watch him.

“Turn around for me, pretty. Wanna be looking at you when I cum.” Josh called to you and you followed, flipping yourself onto your back. You laid your back against the bed, propping yourself onto your elbows and spreading your thighs for Josh to slot himself between.

With your elbows pressed into the mattress, you wrapped your fingers around Jake’s length, tugging at the skin. He inched closer to the bed. The tip of his cock bobbing in front of your face. You opened your mouth for him. Sticking your tongue out, he slapped the underneath of his cock against your flat tongue.

Jake slid his length into your mouth and you tasted yourself on his skin.

From below, Josh pressed his length between your folds, sliding himself through your wetness. You felt the curves of his cock run over your clit. Your hips twitched at the sensation, moaning around Jake’s cock. He pressed his hand to the back of your head, pushing you further down onto him.

You felt the tip of Josh’s cock push into your entrance. He pressed himself into you, stretching your walls in a different way from Jake. He fucked you slow, feeling your slick wrap around his shaft. Josh was more vocal with you, letting out drawn moans.

His thumb flicked over your clit as he thrust himself into you. He felt your walls quiver around his length. Your second orgasm bubbling to the surface.

What you couldn’t reach with your mouth, you used your hands to rub up and down Jake’s cock. Swirling your tongue around the tip each time you pull your mouth back.

With each thrust, Josh swirled another circle into your clit. Gradually picking up the pace until he heard your high pitched whimper carry out. He found that sweet spot for you. The hot pleasure began to form under your skin. Your legs went numb as your hole quivered around Josh, sucking him back in.

Jake pressed both palms flat into the back of your head while he thrusted his length against your tongue to the back of your mouth.

You loosened your throat, inviting him down further.

His cock twitched in your mouth as he felt his tip brush past your uvula. Jake was losing his grip. Before he could even warn you, his cock began to pump his cum into your mouth, shooting to the back of your throat. He lazily thrusted himself between your lips a few more times before slipping away from you with a pop of your lips.

Josh snuck his hand up under the hem of your shirt, plucking at your hardened nipples as he fucked into you.

Jake knelt to the side of the bed and smoothed your hair down. He leaned to you, placing a soft kiss to your lips. He tasted the saltiness of his cum against your tongue and sent a moan down into your throat.

You felt as Josh’s cock twitched inside of you, signaling he was close.

You detached your lips from Jake to find Josh’s eyes. You opened them wide for him, tilting your head down to look up at him through your lashes.

“Fill me up. Please, Josh.” You begged for him.

Those 5 words, coming from your plush lips, were enough to push Josh over in ecstasy.

He pumped his warmth into you, coating your walls. He fucked you through it, pushing his cum further up inside of you. You whined as you felt how slick your walls were, your cum mixed with his.

He slid in and out, slower and slower, until he pulled from you for the last time.

You whimpered at the loss of him.

With your legs still spread apart, Josh placed his palms against your knees, pressing them into the bed. He leant down until he reached your wet core, placing a soft kiss to your sensitive bud.

Jake ran a hand over your hair once more, before stepping away to allow his brother in.

Josh picked your head up from the bed, straightening your posture. He pressed his lips against yours, breathing deeply through his nose against your cheek. You felt the pure passion behind his kiss, tangling his fingers into the hair behind your ear.

He pulled from you to gaze into your eyes, getting lost in them for a few more moments than usual.

Jake clapped his hands together loudly, breaking you and Josh from the trance you were both in.

“Change of plans!” Jake explained across the room.

The two of you turned your heads into the longer haired twin’s direction. Confusion written all over both of your faces.

“It’s the Lord’s day,” he chuckled, “and we just committed about 10 sins that need to be confessed.”

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