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Little Angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid × virgin!fem reader

Genre: SMUT, some fluff, a little tiny smidge of angst. MINORS DNI 18+

Summary: As the youngest and most innocent member of the BAU, they all take care of their little angel. When they find out just how innocent you are, though, one member takes his possession to the next level. You're his little angel, and he's determined to have you.

Warnings: loss of virginity, loss of innocence, degradation, pet names, oral sex, thigh riding, fingering, cum marking, love bites, Spencer is territorial and possessive, Dom! Spencer Reid, PinV sex, mentions breeding, but he pulls out.

A/N: We've reached Day 8 of kinktober! It's our second "long" fic, meaning there's a bit more plot to this, and the smut scene is longer too (WC is almost 7k!) I hope you love this one just as much as I did... The kinktober masterlist can be found here, and my regular masterlist is here too! If you want something specific, my requests are open ❤️

Your first three months with the BAU were a blur, and for good reason. Endless cases, back-to-back, interrupted only by the slight hint of a weekend or the ever possible death row interview. You were tired, stressed, and afraid to walk home alone at night, and absolutely satisfied. As far as you were concerned, it was all worth it to get these monsters off the streets, to help save their victims and to find out what made them tick. There was nothing else you'd rather be doing.

The team had helped you settle in well, too. You'd joined the team after Alex Blake had left - she'd recommended you actually from the college seminars you'd taken with her. You were obviously lacking a bit of experience, so they took on two team members, and you and Kate Callahan had the great opportunity of both being the newbie. But you had a slight disadvantage of age, coming in as the youngest member of the team. You thought that might be why you'd settled in so well, in all honesty.

Hotch and Rossi were both protective in a fatherly way. Hotch pushed you and Rossi encouraged you and that was everything you needed from them. A strong pat on the back at the end of a case and a "you did good, kid," and whatever hell they'd pushed you through, it was worth it. Morgan's tough love was brotherly, but he did a great job at getting you to relax on and off the case, reminding you to not take the work home. JJ and Kate were great mentors. It wasn't easy being women in the FBI, let alone the unit that specifically looked into some of the most misogynistic killings, rapes and abductions in the world. They both gave you tips about how to handle condescending officers, and JJ had held your hair back after you'd puked your guts up on a particularly harrowing day in the field. With Penelope, friendship was easy, and you loved talking to her about whatever hyperfixation you were on that week, loving that there was someone on your team that had filled their life with genuine joy in the face of so much horror.

And Spencer. Honestly, you were beginning to think that you'd used Spencer as a human stuffed toy a bit too much.

You don't know how it happened at first, just that after one of your first few cases, you'd been so elated to find a victim alive, safe but traumatised, that you'd thrown yourself into his arms the minute you got back to the precinct.

"We did it, I thought she was going to be dead, Spencer but she isn't." Your head was pressed into his chest, you were almost surprised he even heard them, muffled as they were. If you weren't so elated, you'd have noticed the way he'd stiffened at your touch, panicking slightly before awkwardly wrapping his arms around you, too. But you pulled away before you could notice that he wasn't really used to any physical comfort, bouncing off to write up your case report.

Spencer noticed, though. Noticed how the heat of your body made him feel comforted, the way his heart rate increased to 125 BPM from it's base rate and didn't fall back to normal for another half hour. He noticed that you smelt like jasmine and patchouli, and more importantly, he noticed that he didn't really care if you touched him, and that was new.

It became a kind of ritual for you, finding him after a case and folding into his arms to celebrate. They were friendly hugs, after all, a sign that you'd been through hell together, and you'd made it through like avenging angels. They only lingered longer when the cases went badly. You turned to crying in his arms after you'd discovered the body of a dead street girl, Veronica, in pieces in the house of an unsub who'd committed suicide by cop moments earlier.

"I told her she'd be safe if she talked to us, Reid. I told her we'd protect her, that I'd protect her." You were so hurt by that failure that he'd had to drive you home that night, holding your hand the entire way so you didn't feel so alone, left to fester in your guilt.

The rest of the team had begun teasing you about the hugs, but you'd brushed them off. You hugged everyone else too, and you knew for a fact that Penelope hugged every member of the team, so there was nothing special going on between you and Spencer. No one had deigned to inform you of Spencer's germophobia and aversion to touch.

"Gonna tell me what that's all about?" Morgan asked Spencer as you bounced away from a hug one day, leaving to remove your FBI vest.

"What what's all about?" He replied coldly, turning away to remove his own vest, replacing it with his blazer.

"What, you don't have a statistic for how many germs are passed between people during a hug, Kid, come on, you were practically smelling her hair." The older man's eyebrows raised in a question again, but Spencer continued to blow him off.

"I hug people all the time, it's not a big deal." He shrugged.

"It took you four years to return one of Penelope's hugs, and you still only do that on special occasions. That's not all the time."

"Derek, just drop it. There's nothing going on, she just… She just does it sometimes."

It was when you'd hugged him in the middle of the office, without a case to use as an excuse, that you noticed an underlying tension in the office. You were all celebrating, of course, Callahan had just announced her pregnancy, and you were all so happy for her. You'd heard the happy news and instantly turned and thrown yourself into Spencer's arms. Even you weren't sure why, not even questioning it until you saw the awkward glances on the other profilers' faces. You brushed it off by rushing to give each of them hugs, and running out in a mad flush, needing air, or water or something to get you out of what was looking more and more like an interrogation room.

A few cases later, the entire team headed to O'Keefe's to celebrate.

"To another case successfully solved," Morgan toasted, and you all joined him, lifting your glasses in triumph.

"To the wonders of non-alcoholic beer," chimed in Kate, leaving you all laughing together. The booth was small, and as usual, you'd found yourself sat right in the arms of Spencer Reid. You hadn't intended it, honestly, having slightly avoided him recently, but you'd followed Penelope into her side of the circular table, and Reid had followed you. You were sat squished between them, your arms resting awkwardly on your lap between drinks.

"Okay, a night of drinking is slightly boring without some games to spice things up, what do you say, hot chocolate?" Penelope said, addressing Morgan who was on her other side.

"I'm all ears, baby girl. What were you thinking?"

"How about twenty questions? We already know a lot about each other, let's see what we don't know?" Kate suggested, thriving off of the knowledge that as the sole sober member present, she'd hold all the cards tomorrow.

"What, how is asking questions a game?" Reid questioned jokingly from beside you. "That's just an interrogation or a therapy session, there's no winner or loser."

Already slightly buzzing from your drink, you turned to him and out your fingers in his lips, shushing him.

"No time for logic in matters of the bottle, Spencer. Let's play." He pulled your fingers off him, but nodded, holding them in his grip still as you turned back to the table.

"I'll start! JJ, are you and Will thinking of having more baby LaMontagne's?" Penelope jumped at the chance to probe her teammate, and you laughed at her enthusiasm.

"There have been discussions, but I'll not confirm or deny yet." JJ said, taking a sip of her drink as she slyly avoided a direct answer.

"I always forget why you were so good with the press, Miss No Answers. Okay, your turn to ask a question."

"Okay, Morgan. Are you thinking of popping the question to Savannah anytime soon?"

"Did she send you?" He laughed and took a drink. "If I do, she'll be the first to know."

The game went back and forth like this for a few rounds before Penelope turned the spotlight back to you.

"Okay, Y/N. You were a college student recently, I know you've got some wild stories. Where's the craziest place you've ever done it?" You knew Penelope didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. She was just an open person.

But you shifted in your seat nonetheless, trying to figure out if you could answer or even if you would. Your tongue was a bit looser than you expected though, because before you could even finish thinking you just blurted it out.

"Nowhere."

The others blinked at you slightly before Penelope dived in with another question.

"Is that Nowhere, Oaklahoma, or you're just not having sex in crazy places?"

"No. I'm not… I'm not having sex. Period. Never have." You felt yourself shrink as the other members of the team awkwardly apologised for probing you so much. Really it wasn't that big of a deal, and it wasn't as if you were saving it for religious or moral reasons. But you'd not been the most popular teenager, and you'd started studying serial killers and sociopaths so early that you really hadn't wanted to get so intimate with someone else like that.

Unbeknownst to you, Spencer's grip on his own drink had tightened ever so slightly, his heart race had picked up again, and suddenly the hand that was holding yours suddenly let you go, quietly dropping your fingers like they were glowing cinders, and he was dripping in gasoline, waiting to ignite.

Lust. He felt sick with himself for the images that were suddenly flashing through his mind now that he knew you'd never been held in that way, trying not to fantasise about you underneath him, holding him, begging him, feeling all of him. He took another swig of his drink and politely excused himself to get another as he let himself catch some air, as the sudden realization that he wanted you - and had wanted you for quite some time now - finally hit him.

The next couple of weeks were normal, and you were thankful to have that discussion behind you. No one treated you differently, acted like you were more of a child than before, asked you how your dating life was or set you up on blind dates, which was really refreshing actually. You'd let some friends know previously, and that's all they'd done, surprised that you could live ignorant to wonders of sex without shrivelling up and dying.

The only thing that was different was Spencer. And that wasn't really difference so much as growing more comfortable with each other. He'd rest his hand on the small of your back now in support sometimes, or have a hand slung over the back of your chair when sitting together. He was constantly at your side, especially if you were around male suspects or officers who'd taken a bit of a ballsy approach.

You liked it, probably a bit too much. You gravitated towards him in a room filled with people, and found yourself hugging him more often, when you left a room, when you entered one, when he looked like he needed it. Which, recently, was all the time. A month went by with this increased comfort level, and soon you found yourself feeling wrong if his hands weren't on you.

He stood close to you all the time, and you noticed the stares you were getting from everyone else. A few officers who'd approach you would apologise to him when they noticed him at your back, hand on your hip as he pulled you away.

After one case, you could even swear that you felt more than him than you were expecting. He'd moved away slightly in between one of your hugs, but you'd pulled his arms back around you and stepped closer, pressing your back against his chest, letting your head rest on his arms. Something hard and long wedged up against your ass, and in a split second he was pulling away before you could ask him about it. He excused himself, and you felt your body burn up. It was Spencer, it was just Spencer and that wasn't because of you, it was some other reason.

Spencer didn't know what he was doing. He grew more possessive over you by the day, and he'd honestly nearly bitten the head off an officer who asked him for your number.

"Sorry, she doesn't have a phone."

"But I saw her with one earlier. Look I get it she's FBI, and you guys are-"

"Okay, so she's not interested."

"Hey, why don't you let her decide that wise guy?"

"Oh sure, get angry I'm sure she'd love that. She's not interested, she has me." He couldn't help himself from getting in the officers face at that, and Morgan had to pull him back from the edge.

"Wow, wow, hey, calm down." The officer stormed out, and he felt triumphant for only a second before Morgan rounded on him.

"Whatever this thing you've got going on, Spencer, you need to get it out of your system as soon as possible." His voice was low and stern, throwing a glance over his shoulder to where you were sitting, staring confusedly through the glass at Spencer, whose eyes refused to move from your own.

" I just wanted him to back off, she doesn't like him like that."

"No, you wanted him to back off because you've marked her like some animal marking its territory. She's not your prey, Spencer, she's our team member, now you're gonna have to get your act together and leave her alone, because we've got work to do."

Sighing and throwing his hands through his hair again, he finally looked away from you and gathered his breath. He wanted to stop this too, this horrible perverted feeling of needing his hands on you, wanting to possess you day and night. To protect you. He just wasn't sure if he was strong enough to do that.

The next time you all went to O'Keefe's he certainly tried. You expected him to follow you into the booth again - he didn't, sitting opposite you next to JJ. You expected him to talk to you or look at you for more than a second at a time - he didn't, avoiding most conversations entirely and keeping his eyes fixed on the bar. You certainly expected him to still be sat at the table when you returned from the bathroom, ready to slip into the seat beside him, force him to talk to you. Instead he was gone, and you scanned the rest of the bar trying to locate him.

Something green and vile jumped you when you finally locked onto him, stood at the bar, surrounded by other women. Surrounded was maybe an exaggeration, as there were really only two of them, but they were practically draping themselves over him, and for some reason that set something alight inside of you.

You watched them for a moment, how one of them trailed a hand up his arm as he shuddered away from their touch, the other pressing herself against the bar so her chest pushed up dramatically. The green bile in your throat carried your feet forwards, and before you knew it, you were clearing it from your throat to grab their attentions.

"Spencer, there you are!" You brightened your tone specifically, as you locked eyes with his panicked ones. The two girls looked you up and down as you moved closer, brushing past them to climb up right into his lap on the barstool, pulling his arm around you as you pressed your ass into his crotch.

"Are you going to introduce me to your new friends?" The smile didn't reach your eyes as you let your back rest against his chest comfortably, watching the women to see their reactions. The one touching him pulled her arm back instantly, and the other readjusted her dress before they both left silently, carrying their glasses back to wherever they came from.

You watched them leave a little triumphantly before the green faded, and you realised what you had done.

"Y/N…?" His voice was hesitant in your ear, and you shivered slightly before pushing off of him.

"I'm so sorry, Spence, it just- it… looked like you were hard." You panicked again, pushing closer to him. "No, like you were in a hard situation, not that you were," your hand accidentally dropped to his crotch as you spoke your final words: "Hard."

He twitched beneath you as you finally looked down to where your hand was, as his mouth opened to say something.

"Y/N…" was all you heard before you turned around, and fast walked to the entrance, picking your bag up quickly on the way, and then sprinted the second the cold air hit your face.

You cursed yourself inwardly as you ran the three blocks more to your apartment, thankful that you were at least in walking (or apparently running) distance. What the hell had you been thinking? Practically sexually harassing one of your coworkers like that, grabbing his dick, albeit accidentally.

You slammed your door shut behind you, leaning against it and sliding to the floor as you finally accepted that whatever this was with Reid, it wasn't friendship for you anymore. And you weren't sure if it had ever been.

With your head between your legs, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, you started replaying each moment with him, each touch from the very first. How even the memory of a brush past you could excite a fire in your heart, a heat between your legs growing by the second.

You wanted to crawl pathetically into bed and not think about him until the next morning at work, but fate, or Doctor Spencer Reid, had other plans.

The knock at your door was sudden and incessant, the banging starting loud, and staying consistent until you tentatively pulled it open.

He was stood there, chest heaving, looking down at you, sweat coating his forehead.

"Can I… Come in?" He asked, and you nodded, too stunned at his sudden appearance to tell if this was real or just your fantasy becoming a little too realistic.

He thanked you for letting him inside, and you showed him inside, guiding him to he couch, where you took a seat opposite him.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay, you left in a rush and…" He trailed off, eyes flicking down to your lips. His Adam's apple bobbed with his swallow, and you watched it yourself, trying to avoid meeting his eyes, as if you were a schoolgirl about to get in trouble with a disappointed teacher.

"I'm okay."

"Okay, that's great, that's… Great." His breaths caught up to him, and he took another deep breath and a swallow before continuing. "How about we continue that game from last time. Twenty questions?"

You'd do anything to stop him walking out of that door, but you felt too shy to touch him again, even in the friendly ways you were used to, so you eagerly accepted.

"Yes, that… That sounds fun, thank you."

"Okay. Question one. Do you know why I'm here?" He asks as he shifts closer to you, still not touching, but at a proximity where it would be natural to accidentally brush against one another.

"N-No. But I might have an idea." He nodded at your response before moving on to his next question.

"Question two. Are you a virgin?" He didn't trip or stumble over the words, pushing them out slowly and delicately so as not to offend.

"Yes." The lump in your throat was thick, almost as if he'd put something there that you couldn't help but choke on.

"Question three. Do you want to remain a virgin?"

You shook your head no, following it with your voice seconds later as he stood up from his seat, putting some distance between you.

"Question four. Do you feel intoxicated or drunk right now?" He held himself still as you sat on the very edge of your chair, desperate to feel his hands on you now.

"No, I only had one sip at the bar before…" He held up a hand to silence you, and you did.

Question five. Answer me honestly. Do you like it when I touch you?"

"Yes." Your breath was a whisper, but it was breathy, sounding almost pornographic in your neediness.

"Question six. Do you like it when other people touch you?"

"Do you?" His head snapped back to yours, and you froze under his gaze. "Not as much." You answered and relaxed again, pouting slightly at his lack of answer.

"Question seven. Do you like me touching other people?" He took a step closer to you again with this question, but you continued pouting as you shook your head.

"No. I don't." His lips quirked upwards before he could stop them, but he gathered himself together again.

"Question eight. Do you want me to leave?" You met his eyes at that question, taking one good, hard, long look at him. You noted the tensed jaw, the clenched fists, his stiff body language, trailing your eyes over him before looking him directly in the eyes.

"No." You let the word hang on your tongue, pulling it out a bit longer than was necessary as you watched him take in a shaky breath.

"Question nine. Do you want me to come over there and kiss you?"

"God, yes." He was on you in seconds, restraints gone, throwing himself back at you as his lips collided with your own. Virgin you may be, but you'd kissed men before, and it had been nothing like this.

His hands trailed up to your hair, tipping your head back slightly so he could gain better access. He bit your lip and thrust his tongue into your mouth when you gasped, so eager to consume every part of you whole.

You'd never felt like this before.

He pulled away, and you tried desperately to chase his lips, even as your lungs begged you to stop.

"Last question," he whispered in the space between you, holding the sides of your face at a distance so neither of you could be tempted to dive in for a second kiss, or a third, or fourth. "Do you want me to fuck you?" You whimpered at his words, nodding furiously as you tried to lunge at him again, but he held you firm.

"I need you to say your answer, baby. I need to hear your consent, okay?" You nod again and open your mouth, eyes never leaving his lips as you moan out a definitive "yes."

Instead of letting your lips fall against his again, he lunges for you, grabbing your legs and hauling you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style all the way back to your bedroom.

"Gonna do it right," he mutters to himself as he throws you down on the bed, pulling back to take off his jacket and unbutton the cuffs on his shirt, rolling the sleeves up meticulously.

"I'm going to take care of you, Y/N, okay?" You nod at him and flush, suddenly feeling the strength of his need for you as he holds himself back. He puts his hands on you again, gently coaxing your legs apart, pushing your skirt up over your hips. Reflexively, you move your hands over yourself, covering your sensitive places with your hands.

"Don't cover yourself." His voice is strong, deep, as he orders you, and you let your arms drop back to your side. He traces his hands up and down your legs, almost as if he were memorising every inch of your skin, how you felt under his hands.

His hands make their way up to your panties, and you watch with baited breath as he moves you, pulling your hips up so he can let them fall down. The lace material tickles you as he pushes them past your thighs, over your knees and finally off your legs entirely, balling them up and putting them in his pocket.

"I'm going to touch you now, okay?" He asks it like a question, but he doesn't wait for your answer, unable to hold himself back before diving straight between your legs, so desperate to taste you that he's deaf to everything else.

His tongue connects with your sensitive area first, tracing up and down at a steady pace as his legs half-heartedly push your legs open. It's almost as if he's enjoying the pressure of your legs wrapped around him, suffocating between your thighs as he feels your pleasure build, and build.

Eventually he pushes your hips further apart, letting himself push his face into even more of you, his tongue entering your hole as he begins fucking it in and out of you, fingers coming back up to your clit to keep up the pressure there.

"Spencer, please, please, fuck."

"I love it when you beg for me like a needy little slut," he whispers, holding your legs apart as he looked up at you, face slick with your arousal. Your mouth drops wide at his words, and he immediately begins to retract them.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, if that was too far, I just got caught up -"

"I liked it." You said, quieting him as you spread your legs a bit further apart, begging for him to continue. He smiled and dived right back in, bringing his other hand up under your dress, all the way to your chest as you kept your legs open yourself.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, lapping up all the juices you were releasing as you moaned underneath him, bucking into his face at the memory of his degradation.

You were a needy little slut, and you needed him to make you cum. He was more than happy to oblige.

He kept you there for what felt like forever, drinking you in for as long as he could. You orgasmed twice before he finished, completely overstimulated by the way he was desperately fucking you with his mouth.

He was obsessed with you, with your scent, your taste, with being the first ever person to ever touch you like this, to fuck you, to make you feel so good. Without him even realising, you're pushed to the brink for a second time, shuddering under the heat of his mouth as he drinks you in.

He finally pulls his head up again, coming up for air as you're twitching under him.

"Perfect, baby, so perfect for me." His lips fall down to your own, and suddenly you're tasting yourself on his tongue. It's hypnotising, and despite the pleasure you've just received, you need more, desperate to feel him on you again.

When he pulls his mouth away, he replaces himself with his fingers, pushing them into your mouth.

"Suck," he says and you listen, as he watches the way you lick yourself off of him.

He unzips your dress with his free hand, carefully pulling your arms out of the sleeves and pushing your dress off your body. You trace your tongue around every ridge of his fingers, leaving no inch undiscovered. He moved you to pull the dress of, and you graciously followed, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

"Nice little slut, tasting herself on my fingers?" He whispered when you were finally bare, pulling his fingers from your mouth, letting the trail of spit hang between you as you moaned.

He removed himself from over you, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Come here. Come and sit on my lap."

You cautiously followed his directions. You'd thought that he'd fuck you then, after spending so long getting you ready, but apart from his tie, which he was in the middle of discarding as you crawled over to him, he hadn't derobed any further.

"That's it baby, come and sit yourself down right here." He pat his thigh and you crawled over, lowering yourself down onto his clothed leg.

"What now, Spencer?" You stuttered the words out, heart beating as you awaited his instructions.

"Now, I want you to rock your hips back and forth. Just like this." He grabbed your hips and started moving you against his leg, pushing you down to grind into him.

"Spencer, wait, I don't know-"

"I do. I know you can do it, so please try. For me." You pulled you in for a kiss, and then removed his hands from you, leaving you to rock against his thigh.

You were unsure of the movements at first, moving slowly as you dragged your aching cunt up and down the top of his pants, watching as you saw the wet patch you were making. You moaned with each movement, growing faster and more confident as you continued.

"That's it baby, use me to get yourself off, okay? Let me see you." He whispered in your ears, pushing your sweat-slicked hair ou of your face, holding it up for you.

"Spencer please," you don't even know what you're asking for as you beg him, feeling that familiar bubble in your stomach grow.

"No, you can do it. You look so beautiful like this, Y/N, so desperate for my cock, huh?" You start trying to unbutton his shirt, desperate to see more of him, to feel more of his bare skin on your own. But he stops your hands and holds them against his chest.

"You need to ask nicely first, before trying to undress me like a needy little whore." The words should sound violent, should humiliate you, but his voice is so soft you simply move faster, moaning and desperate to cum one more time.

"Fuck, Spencer, I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"

"No, you're not." Before you finish, he pulls you off his leg, hauling your body back onto the bed, and laying you back down on your back. You moan in disapproval, so frustrated with the lack of release that you feel tears prick the corners of your eyes.

"Don't cry, baby. I'll give you what you want soon." He practically rips his clothes off, pulling his vest over his head, stumbling over each button and removing his belt and pants before climbing over to you. His cock finally free you take your first glance at it.

You'd never entirely been sure how it was that the male appendage fit inside something as small as your pussy, and you were doubly unsure about how Spencer's was ever going to fit inside you. You stared at it wide eyed, as you took in the length, the girth, and the heat of it as he stroked it in one hands, pushing on top of you.

He let go of it as soon as he was between your legs, letting it fall onto your stomach as he crawled between your legs. He trailed a finger over your lower abdomen just around where his cock was twitching against you as his other hand came up to stroke your hair.

"You look worried, Y/N, what's wrong?"

"Will it, um, will it fit?" You asked, knowing how cliché you sounded.

"We've spent the last thirty-seven minutes loosening you up with foreplay. It should fit, but I can't promise it won't hurt."

"Right, if my hymen is still intact you have to…"

"That's right. And then it's going to reach all the way in you to here," with each word, he stepped his fingers up from your clit to where the tip of his dick sat on your stomach, letting you come to terms with exactly how full you were about to be.

"I'm going to fill you, and you're going to be mine, and I'm going to be yours. My sweet angel." He stroked your face, catching his thumb on your lips on the way down, tempted to thrust it into your mouth again, to see just how much of a whore you could be, given the chance.

Instead, he lined himself up with your dripping core, and, making sure one last time that this is what you wanted, slowly pushed in.

It was uncomfortable at first, having something so wholly alien inside of you, you weren't sure how to react. You wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails in, deep, as he pushed in further.

"Y/N, I need to move more now, and it's going to hurt a little, you just have to trust me, okay?" He kissed the top of your head, but you were so lost in the sensations to answer. With one swift jerk of his hips, he pushed through your hymen, and fully sheathed himself inside of you. He pressed small kisses everywhere on your face, while whispering to you how beautiful you were.

"You're doing so good for me angel, I'm going to take care of you. Going to make you feel so much better than this. You're so beautiful." His lips were distractingly sweet, as were his words, and soon you found yourself relaxing into him, the sharp pain of earlier fading to an electric buzz inside of you.

You jerked your hips up to meet his, and with that, he knew you were ready. From his words, you'd assumed that he'd move slowly in you. But with one final lingering kiss to your lips, he lifted his chest up, pinned your legs tightly down, and started thrusting hard and fast.

"Sorry, just couldn't help myself baby. Needed to see you looking ruined underneath me." Moans spilled out of your mouth with his every movement, and the orgasm you'd built up earlier hit you like a ton of bricks, blackness hazing over your eyes as they rolled back in your head.

"Fuck, fuck, Spencer, don't stop!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, unable to control your pitch or volume as he slammed into you desperately. He was so turned on by the sight of you beneath him, so proud of having fucked away your virginity, to have given you your very first penetrative orgasm that he wouldn't have heard anything that came out of your mouth.

His eyes were fixated at the place between you, where you joined, where he was entering you, defiling you, claiming you, using you, breeding you.

He knew he wouldn't cum inside of you, not the first time, but it was tempting. Instead, he chose to move his lips back to your skin. He marked you with love bites and hickeys across your neck, chest and shoulders as you moaned with every roll of his hips, shuddering on his cock. He was close. And seeing you like this, displaying all the signs that you were his and his only, he finally lost it.

Pulling his dick out of you, he stroked it through his release, spraying his seed over the parts of your skin he hadn't bruised with love. Your stomach, your breasts, hell, one spurt even landed dangerously close to your lips, he was everywhere. You. Were. His.

He fell beside you, panting for a few moments as you finally cracked your eyes back open, realising what the two of you had just done. You wiped the cum from your face with a stray finger, staring at it for a second before licking it off your finger.

"As hot as that was, I think we should get you cleaned up properly, angel." He spends forever cleaning you up, carrying you to the bathroom, washing your entire body with hot water and a fresh cloth, running you a hot bath to relax your muscles. You snuggle into his chest at some point in the bath, relaxing so much into him, that you drift off to sleep.

You feel him carry you to bed, semi-conscious, tucking you in and climbing in next to you. He holds you through the night, the way he holds you after your bad cases. He holds you until he doesn't.

You're blindsided by the cold bed the next morning. You knew he would be there, you'd felt him inside you and next to you, and you'd needed his warmth, but he was gone. You looked for him in every other part of your home, looked for a note or an explanation, but there wasn't one.

Through tears, you got ready for work, ready to face him and make him answer why he was suddenly gone. You wanted him to apologise, especially since he'd marked you so badly the night before you looked like a car crash victim from the neck down.

Dark lavender blossomed along your collar bones as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trailing a finger along every place that he touched the night before.

"How could you be so stupid?" You cursed yourself. If you'd have listened to what he was saying last night, really listened, you'd have known he wasn't going to be here in the morning. He wanted to ruin you, to possess you, to take away your virginity, and he'd done just that.

You almost wanted to keep the bruises on display going into work, to make him confront the pain he caused you by leaving. In the end, it was the inevitable stares from everyone else that convinced you otherwise. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

You pushed through the doors to the bullpen and didn't bother putting your bag down before you started scanning the room for him.

"Where's Spencer?" You practically shouted the words at Morgan, unable to hold back your anger.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

"Where is he?" You demand, and there must be something in your eyes that speaks to your devastation because Morgan shuts up and just points to the top of the stairs, where Spencer is exiting Hotch's office without a care in the world.

You don't realise that something is tears until you're beating a hand against his chest in frustration as they spill down your face.

"Where were you?" You demand, sobbing into his chest, as he pulls your hands away. The entire office is watching your commotion, but you don't care, you're not letting him move you out of the way.

"Y/N, I need you to sign this." His voice is calm, and you hate him for that. That he can stay so neutral when he's just broken your heart.

"No, not until you tell me why you left."

"Sign the papers, Y/N, trust me." He pulls your chin up so you can look him in the eye, and you catch a glimpse of the man who has been holding you, comforting you for the last four months. You snatch the pen from him and sign the papers, thrusting them back at him with a scowl.

He smiles as he looks down at them, placing them back on his desk before pulling you in for a long, deep kiss. You're shocked at first, but you melt into it, pulling him closer so he can't leave again.

"I'm sorry. I had to come into the office to declare our relationship, Morgan sometimes tells me I have a one track mind, and when I woke up this morning, the one thing I wanted to do was get it in writing that you were mine."

Your push the tears out of his face, and attempt to pull him down for another kiss. You don't get the chance, as the sound of several throats clearing around you burst your bubble.

"Public space, no canoodling." Rossi shouts down at you from the balcony, a soft smirk on his face.

Penelope runs in from her office, and stares wide-eyed at the lack of space between the two of you. "You! And you! Security cameras….. You!"

"Now, I'm sure there's a story here, but from the state of our little angel's neck here, I'm sure I don't want to hear it." Derek laughs, smacking Spencer on the back in praise as he walks up the stairs to the meeting room.

You slap a hand over your neck, trying to pull the turtleneck further up to hide the mark you evidently missed.

"She's my angel, now." Spencer calls up to him. "I have the paperwork to prove it."

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the return of gym!eddie — or the neighbors AU that nobody asked for… cont’d from here. 1.9k 18+, MDNI

eddie munson x fem!reader (implied plus size)

Eddie was shit at checking his mail.

It was partly due to the fact that his apartment was tucked away at the back of the property, while the mailboxes were up at the front by the clubhouse and the pool and the leasing office. So the only time he checked it was if he made a special stop coming in or out of the complex.

Except if he was going somewhere, eleven times out of ten he was running late. He’d breeze right past them, telling himself it made more sense to check on his way back anyway. But then by the time he was headed back, he’d have forgotten all about it—his brain too fried, or too distracted by an epic solo performed on his steering wheel.

He wouldn’t even remember his mailbox existed until he was already at home, all settled in on the couch and lighting up a bowl while Gollum, Sam or Frodo dozed off in his lap. And he sure as shit wasn’t going to interrupt that just to fetch some junk mail and overly busy sales flyers.

Normally, he was pretty good about grabbing it after he’d finished up at the gym. But with the new year had come scores of new gym-goers all making good on their resolutions. Which was great and all, good for them, blah blah blah.

But it meant his usual quiet, alone time was suddenly...not that.

And he’s just not like Steve, you know? He doesn’t get off on people seeing what he can bench or strutting around in his sweaty tank and green shorts so everyone can take a good, long look at him. Reaching around the back of his own head and grasping at the hair there, squeezing it at his dampened roots until the tendons in his arms flex and his muscles bulge.

No. All Eddie wants is to sit quietly and do his reps in peace and (relative) solitude.

The only person he’s ever wanted to share the gym with was you…but it had been weeks now since your accidental meeting. And he was really hoping the only reason he hadn’t seen you around lately was because you too were also avoiding the resolutioners, and not because you were dodging him after your conversation.

He’d been playing it on a loop in his brain ever since. Not like, obsessively, or anything…

Okay. Maybe just a little.

He couldn’t help it, though. You could have set a world record by now with the way you’ve been running through his mind. Even little, silly things like eating his Cocoa Puffs in the morning has him wondering about you and what kind of cereal you liked. He imagined someday stocking it in the pantry and pulling it out as you emerge from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes, smiling and sated after a night of carnal bliss where he made you come like fifty times.

(It’s a fantasy, okay? Can’t a guy dream?)

Of course no part of his fantasy would ever come true if he never got to see you again.

Maybe he’d freaked you out? Maybe you’d given up on the gym completely because he was such a creepy, weird, weirdo and you were avoiding it to avoid him? Maybe he’d already ruined it.

That thought in and of itself was devastating, but Eddie couldn’t even bring himself to entertain it for too long. Because ultimately, he still felt like everything had gone pretty well.

He knew your name now, and you knew his. He knew you had lived here about six months and that you worked from home just like he did. He knew you had one cat and there were five dogs you walked at various times during the week, but the two he hadn’t seen lived in the complex next door. He also knew you used mango body wash, but not because he asked about it.

Eddie actually felt like he’d been kinda-sorta charming? Maybe? You’d smiled a lot—Ozzy help him, he’d started counting how many times he’d made you do it. And you’d laughed at some goofy little thing he’d said which truly, genuinely, nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

These thoughts and about a million others all swirled in his head as he opened up his mailbox.

He grumbled softly to himself as he flipped through the underwhelming stack just to be sure he didn’t miss a postcard from Wayne or some overdue bill. He was so distracted, he didn’t even notice the footsteps of someone walking up to lean against the wall behind him.

“Anything good?”

Normally, Eddie didn’t scare so easy. Maybe it was because he was still on edge after his work-out with the way the big hulking dude next to him had been huffing so loudly, snorting and grunting like a bulldog doing blow. Maybe it was because he’d been so wrapped up in thoughts about you, he wasn’t remotely ready for you to just appear like he had conjured you.

Wait…had he conjured you?

Whatever the reason—he jumped violently at the sound of your voice. His head whipped around and pain radiated in his skull as it connected with the sharp corner of his open mailbox door. Your eyes widened in horror as you watched his face screw up in agony, wincing along with him as he let out a loud and not remotely manly yelp.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry!”

As you swooped in, the stinging pain in Eddie’s head was instantly tempered. Probably because his brain was now too filled with you for him to remember he was injured.

Holy shit you were so close. Holy, holy, holy fucking shit you were touching his forehead.

The brush of your fingertips along his brow, gently lifting his scraggly bangs—why had he not trimmed them in anticipation of this impossible to predict set of circumstances??—had his heart melting into a puddle in the center of his chest, as did the smile that spread across your lips.

“I just wanted to say hi,” you lamented. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, no—you didn’t scare me,” Eddie’s lips vibrated with the raspberry he blew. “That, um. That was on purpose. I do it all the time. It’s like parkour…for your face.”

The laugh that burst out of you might as well have been made of gold, it felt so precious to Eddie. It filled him with a shimmery kind of feeling like on the rare occasions when he drank champagne or that one Fourth of July he watched the fireworks over the lake and they reflected in the water.

“Well, you’re very good,” you said, the words still tinged with your giggle.

It made Eddie grin all big and stupid in spite of feeling like a little bit of a loser. And, hey, maybe he was. But if you didn’t mind, he sure didn’t.

Your eyes then darted downwards and he felt that same familiar surge of excitement as he had the last time you checked him out…until he remembered what he was wearing.

He crossed his arms across his chest, filled to the brim with regret he’d chosen today of all days to wear one of the long-sleeve compression tees he’d gotten for Christmas from Steve. Because even with his chest and arms technically covered, the material was so thin and fit him so tight, it left virtually nothing to the imagination. You could probably make out the raised ink lines of his tattoos if you looked close enough.

Christ, she can see my nipples, he thought miserably as he tightened his grip on himself.

“Headed to the gym?” you asked, with something he dared to believe was hope in your eyes.

“No,” he said, deflating even more. “I just finished. You?”

“Nah,” you shook your head. “It’s been too crowded. Lots of people made resolutions for the new year, I’m guessing. I’ve been going at sort of weird times trying to avoid them.”

Eddie nodded in agreement, fingers now digging into his bicep. Fuck. What was a not-creepy way to ask what those weird times were? Or to ask if you wanted to run away together? Or where to go on your honeymoon? Maybe he’d find out if he could just open his fucking gob and ask.

The realization about his shirt had made a wave of self-consciousness wash over him and even though his brain was moving at about a hundred miles an hour, his mouth was frozen shut. His silence, as well as his abrupt shift in demeanor, had annihilated any undercurrent of flirtation.

“Well, I should get going. I’ve got a dog to walk,” you said when the silence went on just a smidge too long. “I’ll see you around, hopefully.”

Eddie made a sound somewhere between the word yeah and a grunt. You gave him a little wave and started to walk away, the sinking sun behind your body surrounding you in light like a fucking goddess. Eddie seriously considered bashing his head into the mailboxes on purpose. Was he seriously going to blow this again?

“You know…”

Eddie nearly choked on his heart as it leapt into his throat. You did a little spin on your heel and turned back towards him, your eyes glinting fierce with mischief and a smile curling across your lips. Lips that formed the most beautiful words he’d heard since, I just wanted to say “hi.”

“I was thinking,” you said, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. “If I’m ever at the gym and it’s not super crowded, I could let you know. Like…if I had your number?”

Oh, boy. Be cool, be cool, be cool, be cool—

“Are you, uh, asking me to ask you for your number?”

Eddie grinned at you, a little smug in spite of himself as he did. He could only hope his façade of confidence was enough to hide the fact that he was literally jumping up and down clicking his heels with glee on the inside. You smirked back at him, just as smug, if not a little more.

“I don’t know,” you said. “Are you asking me to ask you to ask me for my number?”

The both of you tittered at that, and suddenly he didn’t feel so bad about being kind of a loser. Because it seemed like you were kind of a loser too. He beamed as he put his hand up to lean on the wall, giving you a practically cartoonish once-over as though he was about to lay down the smoothest, most panty-dropping line of his life.

“Well, are you asking me…wait, what?”

Eddie’s brain stalled as he tried to repeat what you’d said and he looked away, glancing down at his feet, thwarted by his own hubris. But it made you giggle again and he thinks it might be his favorite sound in the whole fucking world. He wished it could be his ringtone, his morning alarm, the signal on his dryer—

He’s yanked out of his thoughts by the sight of your extended palm, motioning gimme with the fingers he can’t stop picturing laced with his.

“Let me see your phone, dork.”

@tomtomslongdong that shirt is just for you, bb 🥳

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raitonsfw · 4 months

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Hello thank you so much you are the first person to answer my request and I just lovedddddd it .

Another request with gojo where they are married for like 2 months and things are kind of stiff cause it is arranged marriage but then one day he sees that a group are guys ate harassing his wife everyday as she takes the train . He asked her why she did not tell him about it and all and she says cause she thought he might even listen and stuff and things get spicy and it's his wife's first ever relationship.

I know this is big if you don't like it ignore it .

Thank you

𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 | 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞

synopsis: Gojo wasn’t the best husband and you weren’t the best wife, the discomfort of the arranged marriage taking a toll on the both of you. Two months in and he hasn’t even held your hand, let alone made a move on you– something you so desperately craved. It wasn’t until he saw two men shove you against the wall on the train that his natural husband instincts kicked in, the men dangling by their collars over the speeding blurry tracks. All he wanted to do now was protect you, shield you from the cruel world with a blindfold of your own, and maybe dry your tears with the comfort of his dick.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, virgin!reader, wife!reader, husband!gojo, arranged marriage, clan mentions, cursing (a lot of it oops), angst, yearning, emotions (a lot of emotions), crying, hurt/comfort, insecurity (marriage wise), gojo basically ignores reader for the first two months (not for reasons you think though), quiet arguments, first time, cunnilingus, blowjob, cum swallowing, fingering, p in v intercourse, dirty talk, he’s rough in the beginning cuz he’s selfish, creampie, aftercare, slight mention of future children (just a sentence or two), petnames (sweetheart, honey, baby).

trigger warnings: harassment; reader is cornered constantly by two men on a train. some instances of harassment include yanking the readers arm to get their attention, reader getting burned by a cigarette after trying to fight back, & reader being pushed up against the wall with ill intent.

a/n: imagine him in (this) cuz holy shit, i love this outfit on him. i got extremely carried away IM SO SORRY. haha also gojo says something incredibly corny during sexy time and i was going to change it but it made me laugh too hard just imagining him saying it so i kept it. i don’t think ive ever written this much in one sitting in my entire life. wc: 8k. m.list

divider credit: @benkeibear

Two months.

Two months you’ve endured this situation, your body basically as stiff as a board as you shared a bed with one of the most respected clan members in Tokyo. Ever since you said yes to that question, that damned question you thought you never would’ve heard in this standing– ‘Do you take Gojo Satoru to be your lawfully wedded husband?’ Your whole world fell apart. After all, it was an arranged marriage and you did not know this man in the slightest. All you knew was his power, told to you by your clan specifically and what he had accomplished over the span of twenty-something years.

It wasn’t meant to be like this, the distance that scraped the surface of your marriage. Gojo should’ve warmed up to you by now, as well as vice versa, but there was still a wall built between the two of you.

You didn’t really know the aspects of a relationship either as you’ve never been allowed to date due to the conditions of your clan; that you were to marry someone from the Gojo clan when you turned twenty-one. Unfortunately, you didn’t have many options as Satoru had been the last one standing by the grace of his inherited traits.

Because of your ignorance, you couldn’t quite gauge if this type of distance was a normality within marriage. Were you to just stick by him through thick and thin when he hasn’t even so much as kissed you since your last shared moment at the wedding venue?

Was this really marriage? Or were you just a placeholder for the potential of your clan, an offspring bearing Satoru’s inviolable power?

Sneaking out of the bed carefully, you tiptoed downstairs of the shared loft and sat against the sofa with your knees tucked into your chest. You contemplated turning on the television for some white noise but you didn’t want to wake Gojo up, in fear he might yell although he’s never done that. You deduced that he wasn’t a tyrant, the speculation blending in on days where he’d come home tired but he would still have a gentleness laced within his voice as he whispered a quiet ‘hello, how was your day?’ to you.

Gentle yet not an ounce of intimacy had ever shone through, his body nearly melting into a warm bath everytime he moved past you after formalities. He would barely speak to you for the rest of the evening as he went about his routine. You thought maybe his missions just took up his entire mind, it was his success story after all; his life had been blasted throughout Japan due to his aspects. But then you’d noticed his time away from home with his friends, karaoke bars dredging up on his bank statements.

Which brought you to think maybe he was an alcoholic and he couldn’t you know… get it up.

It was fairly common for alcoholics to become inept in sex, so you couldn’t quite put it past him if that were the case. But then again, you’ve never seen him drunk. It was entirely possible that he could’ve sobered up by the time he arrived home. He never smelled of alcohol though, normally it would seep out of someone’s pores whether or not they had showered the pungent smell down the drain. But as he slipped into bed with the covers huddled against him after a night out, he’d smell of the shampoo you two shared with a fragrance of lilac surrounding the bedsheets.

Your phone slipped from your hand with a loud thud and you flinched, cursing at yourself inwardly as you swiped down to pick it up. You prayed you didn’t wake Gojo up, as he had a long mission in the morning. But it was too late as you heard him rustle his way out of the sheets, a disgruntled yawn escaping him as he put on his slippers. The bedroom was open space within the loft, separated by a thin glass railing that someone could easily lean over which is exactly what he did.

Gojo peered down at you, his tired eyes still filled with sleep. You could still see the radiance of them even from below, the piercing brightness that you swear you’ll never get used to. “Y/N? You’re not in bed.”

“I’m sorry Gojo, I didn’t mean to be so lou-” You started clumsily, fiddling with the stupid phone in your hands but he interrupted you quietly.

“Satoru. Call me Satoru.” He reminded you with that same tenderness from before, that gentleness you couldn’t quite get past and your cheeks flushed red. “It's cold down there, isn’t it? Must be freezing.”

Gojo padded down the stairs and you stood up as he draped a thin blanket onto your shoulders, shielding your body from the icy air that the winter had brought into the house. He headed for the restroom, his slippers shuffling against the hardwood floor and you made a note to buy yourself a pair; the fuzzy socks on your feet didn’t do you justice for the wretchedness of the season. You stared at the caved in reflection of yourself from the windowed wall, the trees dancing in the wind with their roots tucked safely underground.

There was a river on this side of the house as well, the water edging up against the stones that had been laid out carefully to create a small pond for koi fish. A bridge elapsed over it and sometimes you sat against it, your feet dangling as you fed the fish while waiting for Gojo to return home. It was a funny feeling to have so much of his wealth staring back at you all of a sudden.

“You still up?” Gojo asked, a bit puzzled as he stood against the light from the restroom. It veiled out into the living room and you were met with his silhouette crowding the doorway. He had his arm up against the doorframe and his eyebrows raised slightly as he stared at you. His shirt was hanging loosely off his body and some of the light illuminated his waist, the curves that travel down to his–

He shut the light off and you couldn’t see him anymore except for the tufts of white hair sticking out like a sore thumb in the darkness. Moving towards the stairs, you ascended them as he managed to catch up to you. You didn’t notice the way he held out his hand, hovering over the small of your back to ensure you didn't stumble back. And even if you did, he’d be sure to catch you without so much as a thought whether he’d fall down the stairs with you. And if you both did manage to fall, a laugh would probably erupt out of him as you both sat there in bewildered pain.

Crawling into your side of the bed, you felt the cold rush of the sheets lying amidst the tangle of your limbs. You laid down with a quiet sigh, the moon thick amongst the clouds and you stared at it for a while. The other side of the bed creaked underneath his weight and you felt his body brush up against yours as he pulled the shared blanket over himself. You wanted nothing more than his arm to wrap around your waist, to pull you close and flush against him and you pouted when he turned his back to you.

Gojo had fallen asleep the second his head hit the pillow and that meant he wouldn’t bother you for the rest of the night. Though, you kinda wished he did want to bother you.

The morning came with the sunrise shielding your eyes as you awoke, the man next to you long gone and off to work. The first thing on your mind was breakfast, a delightful hope that maybe something could be made in the kitchen. But as you headed downstairs, the cabinets looked bare as well as the fridge with no intentions on filling themselves. A shopping trip apparently was needed today and you sighed heavily as you got yourself ready for the day.

The train wasn’t very full, the morning commute having passed a few hours prior but you still had to stand near the edge of the sliding doors. Everything went to your liking at the grocery store, you had picked out a bunch of fruits, vegetables, and of course a few sweets for Gojo because you noticed the macaroons he had brought home one day, half eaten on his kitchen counter. You had watched him from the comfort of the bed, munching on them while scrolling through his phone, single-handedly eating the rest of the box in one sitting with a happy hum. That’s when you realized his sweet tooth, the bulk of it surviving off of straight sugared pastries.

As you headed towards the station, you had a nagging feeling there were eyes on you. A familiar sense surrounded you and you wondered why it felt like that; you pushed it out of your mind though. It was most likely someone checking out your attire, the adorned outfit clinging to your skin. It had enough detail pointing towards your midriff and your thighs encased in thin stockings, maybe someone had just been attentive today and wanted to ogle at you. It wasn’t like you could stop them.

The train back was much more packed at noon and you had been squeezed into a corner, next to two guys that looked to be middle aged with cigarettes between their fingertips. This was an issue in your eyes, as you realized they were the same guys that had been harassing you before whenever you took the train home. You had ignored it the first few times, the music you had blasting in your ears enough for them to turn their heel but the past few days as you stepped out of the house to do your errands, it became much more demeaning.

The first time it was a subtle nudge with their foot against yours, kicking it lightly to get you to pay attention to them. The next time it an arm grab as you hopped off the train, your feet just barely grazing the ground as you hauled yourself out past the doors. And now, you didn’t know what they would try this time as you failed to bring earbuds with you. It seemed as if the world didn’t care what happened to you when you left Gojo’s hell of a palace, the bypasser’s backs turned against your favor. The skirt you wore came past your midthigh and you clenched your hold on the pole a little tighter, shuffling some of your bags against your forearms wearily.

“Heading to the same place, doll?” One of them piped up, a sleazy smile lazed on his lips. You tried to ignore him, but he certainly noticed your lack of music and he got up from his seat in front of you. You tried to move backwards a bit, but there really wasn’t any space to do so.

“Yeah, we can escort you there this time. Seems to me you got a lot of bags.” The other one said as he also stood in front of you and you looked around the train, factoring in the exits and the fastest way to push through people. You also noted that almost everyone else was minding their own business, fucking assholes with their headphones and haughty misplaced morals.

As you decided whether or not to stand your ground, you noticed a tall figure in the back of the train car making their way forward with unhurried ease. Maybe you could ask them for help, whoever they were. Or maybe they were in cahoots with these men who had been harassing you, readying their attack from afar.

“Can you please leave me alone?” You asked firmly, trying to move away again from where they towered above you. You really weren’t liking your odds this time and a wave of fear rushed over you as one of them yanked some of your bags away, discarding them on the seat behind them.

“C’mon, looks like you need help today–” The first guy started, grabbing the groceries from your other arm and you pulled them back toward you harshly. The second guy had sat back into his seat, aiming to finish his cigarette instead of bothering you. The first guy kept a steady hand on you though, a bruised grip on you and it started to hurt; a dull throb had begun to overtake your arm.

“Please stop.” You pleaded, swinging the bag into him hard as he tried to deliberately yank it away again. Some of the items fell out of the bag and another hand on your arm gripped you harshly, pulling you down towards the man sitting.

“Quit being so stubborn. You’re boyfriend’s not here to help you, huh?” The second guy cooed, holding you in place as the first guy went through the groceries on the floor. He huddled some into his jacket, unaware of his surroundings for a second and you used that to your advantage. Hitching your leg up, you kicked him directly in the abdomen and he doubled over in pain, the groceries falling from his pockets.

“You little bitch–!” The second guy sneered at you as he dug his lit cigarette into your skin and you yelped in pain, dropping all of your bags now onto the floor. You tried to wrench your arm away from the searing burn, but you couldn’t. His grip was too strong on you and you vaguely felt your back slam into the wall behind you, pain filling every crevice of your body. It was such a quick interaction, your thighs trembled underneath you as the man pushed up against you to keep you in place. Pure dread raced through you as you squeezed your eyes shut with a scream readying in your throat until you felt the weight off your chest and loud yells were flooding through your ears, the cigarette falling onto the floor.

More like terrified screams, a rush of wind had opened up in the train and your eyes peeked open cautiously. They first fixed on the wide open doors of the moving train, the lights speeding through the instances of train signs and the accompanied men hanging over the edge by their shirt collars. Then you registered the white haired man who was dangling said men with two strong hands, threatening to throw them out onto the electrified tracks beneath them. Begs and pleads came whirling out of both of the men’s mouths and you were sure one of them had started crying, sobs frantically overtaking him like a pussy.

“Satoru!” You cried out and his head whipped towards you, worry flooding his face as he saw you collapse with shaky footing onto the seat. Reluctantly, he pulled the men back into the train and slammed them against the door as he shut it.

“Don’t fucking touch her again.” Gojo threatened, the edge in his voice not faltering and both of the men nodded scarily quick. “In fact, you don’t need to take this train anymore. Looks like another route opened up on your commute, huh?”

Gojo put his hands in his pockets and gave the men a hard kick to the stomach before moving over towards you. One of the other things you noticed was that he wasn’t in his uniform, his figure filled in a solid black sleeved tee and khakis instead. He crouched in front of you and immediately took off his usual sunglasses, studying your face to make sure you were okay. The whirling blue stared at you with growing panic as you shied away from him, terrified that they were going to see through your every sense. “Let me see.”

Gojo’s hands immediately cupped your face as you froze, checking for any abrasions and then moved downwards to your arms and he stroked over the cigarette mark gently with his fingers. You winced at the pain that blossomed at the peak of the burn and he instantly pulled his hand away, his mind running a million miles a minute as he frowned at the singed area. Suddenly Gojo pulled a smile, a toothy grin that made you utterly confused.

“I have a first aid kit stashed somewhere in our house, so you’ll be fine!” He said reassuringly, a lighthearted tone edging his demeanor. What was with him? Normally he was quiet around you and his bearings kept punctuation in calmness. You’ve never seen this side of him and you faintly wondered if this was how he acted in public. Maybe when he was home, it was a different atmosphere and he was allowed to let his guard down.

Home, our house? His words cut through you like a knife. While he tended to the groceries on the floor and placed them into the bags again, you couldn’t help but tense up even more. It didn’t feel like your home, your shared life–

Gojo’s voice fell a few octaves, the cheery upkeep of his personality disappearing as he became serious. “Was this the first time they harassed you?”

“N-No.” You managed to say, sitting up fully on the train. Your head pounded and you moved to pick up some of the groceries as they rattled against the train’s floor. The sweet you had bought for Gojo sat near his foot and you noticed some of the pastries had been swished as you picked up the package. You let out a quiet noise of discontent, his eyes shot up towards yours with uneasiness and he noticed the sweets in your hand.

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell me they were bothering you?” He murmured, carefully taking the sweets from your hand and placing them in the bag as he glanced at the words on the package. Realizing they were for him as you don’t eat those types of pastries often, his heart warmed in his chest. Gojo tried his best to hide the smile that was trying to flourish on his face, it wasn’t the time to get sappy about sweets you bought him. “I could’ve skipped some of my missions, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. A pet name. You didn’t think it was possible for him to utter such fondness, the affection sounding like it danced on a pile of fluffy clouds above your head. It made you lightheaded, or at least you thought it did; certainly not from the hellish confrontation you just had.

“I didn’t think you’d believe me.”

“Why wouldn’t I? I would’ve gladly joined you on your escapades if you told me.” Gojo teased with a gentle tone and you frowned at him. He was still crouched in front of you, his black long sleeve nearly slipping off the sides of his shoulders as he leaned forward to accommodate some space on the train as more people filed in. The ends of his elbows rested on one of your thighs as you crossed your ankles together in between his feet, recollecting yourself fully.

“You barely pay attention to me now, why would you go out of your way to come with me during my errands?” You avoided his eyes this time, not wanting to feel fooled into explaining anything more than that. But when the silence grew heavy after a few seconds, you glanced over to find out why he hadn’t spoken.

His face had fallen flat and his eyes weren’t shining anymore, much to your relief. But as much as it relieved you it also made you incredibly upset, a knot thickening in your throat as you watched the dulled turquoise glass over.

“That’s not…”

“It’s true! You never pay attention to me. You’re either out with friends at a karaoke bar probably drinking away the day or you’re exorcising some curse late in the night. Gojo, I don’t think you–”

“Satoru. I don’t drink by the way.” He corrected you, silent annoyance filling his voice but it fizzled out as he tried his best to remain calm. In truth, he was falling apart on the inside. He never knew, never realized that he had been so distant from you and that you were hurting because of it. He only wanted to give you space the first few months to let you get used to his routine and to help you find your own. As Gojo thought of that reason, it seemed incredibly selfish of him and his chest tightened up with regret.

Pushing the feeling down, he laughed mildly with a hint of sorrow. “My mission was called off. I was on my way home, no curses to exorcise today.”

“Satoru…” Repeating his name, you said it with so much sadness that his heart almost broke in two. “Even when you come home early, you spend the rest of the evening without me. And your bank statements–”

“From me buying the rounds for everyone, that’s not the issue right now.” He confessed truthfully; he would buy the whole bar for his friends who have seen hell and back with him, but he didn’t dare to drink a drop as it disoriented him too much. “I don’t have anything to do this evening so we can spend it together, sweeth–”

The next words you spoke were barely above a whisper as you gritted your teeth to stop yourself from outright sobbing them. “You haven’t so much as kissed me since the wedding. Why would you want to spend time with me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes and he quickly wiped them away with the tips of his thumbs, the long awaited gesture making sobs wrack your body; of course he was drying the tears that he made you cry. “I don’t think we should’ve gotten married.”

The train had halted, a loud announcement blaring that it was the end of the line. It was your stop, the doors opening up with the wind blowing through the train again and you tried to stand before Gojo softly blocked your way. You couldn’t look at him. “Y/N, you don’t mean that–”

“I just want to go home. I’m miserable, -toru.”

“Of course, let’s go.” Gojo stood up with his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses once more, hauling the grocery bags onto his forearms and offering a hand out to you. “I’ll make dinner tonight.”

That’s not what you meant.

When you got to the house, stagnant air filled the house with tension filling in the empty corners. Gojo had become near silent, putting away the groceries with his lips pressed in a thin line and you thought you made him mad.

In reality, he was on the verge of tears because he didn’t know how to make anything up to you. It was entirely his fault, the distance that forced you two apart. He was too focused on his missions to give a damn about how you felt, your feelings were rendered useless in his eyes. He was so used to arranged marriages in his clan that he never expected you to be so fragile, the frailness of a new life seeming to shock you.

And so he gave you space. He thought it was something you wanted– something you needed after being forced to live with a big shot jujutsu sorcerer from Tokyo. He knew his life was drastically different from yours, you had stability from living peacefully with your clan. You were promised fortune and happiness and future children you could call your own, something you must’ve dreamed of. Gojo had nothing, his missions keeping him afloat as he danced in the midst of the curses who tried to test him; not to mention the wickedness of other clans threatening to clash with him.

All he really wanted was someone close enough to him that he could let his guard down without a second thought; his technique fading away and being replaced by your hands on him, tearing away at the fabric that made him whole. He’s never felt like this before, the constant emotions flaring up his every sense and he nearly wiped out when he first saw you on the sidewalk, carrying the precious groceries to the train station. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, the readying sensation of wanting to be the one who carried your bags and alleviate your stress, he’d likely let you step all over him like a doormat if it meant he could get close to you.

But he just couldn’t.

“I’m going to see my clan leader tomorrow.” You expressed, seating yourself at the island in the kitchen. You had just showered, the muck of the men’s hand from earlier flooding down the drain and you sighed in relief as you felt more like yourself again. Gojo had swapped his sunglasses for his blindfold, his hair sticking straight up in light of the band wedging his bangs off of his forehead. He was still in the same attire though, the dusked sleeves rolled up messily against his arms as he meticulously cut vegetables for dinner. When he registered your words, the knife in his hand faltered.

“Would they even let you come back?” Gojo sulked, mixing the sliced veggies with the accompanying sauce that sat on the stove. “Clans are very unforgiving, you know. I don’t think you’d survive if you went home.”

“I don’t know.” You really didn’t, all they taught you was to be praising of the Gojo clan member you marry; your whole life had been to practically worship him on your hands and knees. Not that you’ve done that– the hands and knees part would’ve been nice though in practice.

“We don’t have to talk about this now.” Gojo turned towards you, leaning over the island with a spoon in his hand. “Here, taste this for me.”

A blend of spices hit your tongue as you savored the sauce from the dip of the spoon, looking up at him as you did so. You could feel the cursed energy flowing from him and it made you waver slightly as you made to say that he was a good cook. As he moved back into front of the stove, you swore you saw a small blush creep up his cheeks.

A bit of silence followed and you decided to help out with dinner, picking out some other ingredients for him to use. As you opened the refrigerator to scour the shelves, Gojo cleared his throat as he peeled the outside of an onion. “What do you expect from a husband?”

Your head peeked over the fridge towards him in utter shock. You thought you weren’t going to talk about pointless intentions, your mind having been set on leaving. “What?”

“Huh, I gotta repeat myself?”

“No, I heard you. Let me think for a second.”

The first thing that popped into your mind was intimacy. A husband should provide a sense of intimacy that no one but him should give you; the very essence of a human relationship. This didn’t have to include sexual relations, but in your case you wanted it to. It would be nice if he held your hand during outings and offered sentimental gestures like flowers and a hushed compliment every now and then. But the feeling you really craved was his hands against your thighs, digging into your flesh as his mouth hovered over every place it could reach with a pointed tongue and his eyes boring up towards yours, a smirk prominent on his lips as you quivered under his touch.

Dejection sat heavy in your heart just then, reminding you that he hasn’t done any of those things.

The fridge wafted over you with a cold atmosphere and you pushed the thought out of your head, shutting the door mindlessly. You watched Gojo add the rest of the ingredients to the pan and he washed the cutting board he used with a hum, presumably giving you time to think over your answer.

But you lost your train of thought and after a minute of just standing there with a blank face, he spoke up in an amused tone. “You gonna answer me, sweetheart?”

“Do you not want to have sex with me?”

“Where did that come from?” A quiet chuckle escaped him as he dried his hands of excess water, leaning against the island with his hip. He tossed the towel down on the counter, crossing his arms with a coy smile. “I should be asking you that question.”

“I thought you didn’t care or something was wrong with me. That you didn’t want me, that I was just some offer that my clan made you-” You started, emotions flowing through your system as tears threatened to spill again. Your voice broke off in the midst of the sentence and you gasped for air as you tried not to cry. You didn’t realize how broken you felt until now as it trudged up towards the surface and you vaguely registered Gojo moving towards you, his smirk disappearing with a quiet coo.

His arms instantly wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug and you froze when you heard his heartbeat against your ear. “Y/N, I wanted you from the moment I saw you walking down the aisle.”

“Satoru…” You whispered into his chest and he shushed you, his strong arms hauling you onto the island and you sat eye level with him and he bended slightly down in front of you. You had the genius idea to remove his blindfold with lithe fingers, hooking them and pulling upwards to reveal the vividness hiding underneath. His hair fell against his eyes and he smiled at you warmly as he blinked his eyes a bit, getting used to the extra exposure of light.

Your head was swimming at his confession, the memory of walking down in your white dress crossing your mind fondly. And him in his pristine black suit with a pearly blue tie, sticking out like a sore thumb mind you, his eyes had draped against you as your clan leader gave you away. You never recognized his awe of you as you were shaking like a leaf when you first saw his demeanor; the intense refined energy whirling off of him nearly made you trip down the aisle.

“Please, just let me make it up to you.” Gojo whispered as you folded his blindfold into his pocket, leaning into your space with his arms braced on either side of you on the counter. “Before you leave me, let me give you one good night. Though, that’s a severe understatement if you know what I mean.”

Before you could answer him, his lips had found yours with lenience hanging by a thread. Immediately resting your hands against the back of his neck, you enclosed them and pulled him closer to you with a feeling yearning so deeply inside you. It made your entire body shudder with want, his words running circles in your mind as you let his tongue slip in with growing fervor. Gojo’s hands found your waist, holding you steady as you edged yourself away from him.

“-toru, -toru, wait.” You pulled back and he made a short noise of discontent, instead latching his lips against your neck. “D-Dinner?”

“Oh, right.” He muttered into your skin with a displeased groan. In one fluid motion, he turned off the stove and carried you by the grace of one arm. “That’s not what I want right now.”

As he walked the both of you up the stairs to the loft, you clung onto him like a lifeline and even as he laid you down against the bed, your hands never left a part of his body. You needed to be close to him, needed this one chance for him to change your mind; in truth you didn’t want to leave him. But it made him move like clockwork, huh?

Who knew all you had to do was cry?

Gojo hovered above you and God, you didn’t realize how massive his frame was against yours until he was on top of you. His broad shoulders basically caged you in, keeping you safe underneath him as his tongue found your collarbone and lapped at it slowly. Your hands flew to his hair with a quiet moan, tangling in the fluffy snow of it and he hummed delightfully at your response. His hands played with the seams at the bottom of your shirt and his eyes darted to yours, asking for permission.

Offering a quick ‘yes’, you felt your shirt lift up carefully and his hands instantly roamed underneath, focusing on the way you had no bra on. How wonderful it was that you were comfortable in that sense with him, his fingers tweaking your nipple lightly as he studied you for a reaction. A peaked whimper left your mouth and your eyes slipped shut, your back arching slightly into his touch. Gojo felt the heavy ache of his cock, pressing harshly against the front of his trousers and he honestly didn’t think he could get this hard. But you were just so pliant, every single touch enacts a spark from you and he wished he made his move sooner.

He could’ve been buried in you every waking moment you were with him for the past two months and he wished he could go back in time and beat himself up for being such a fucking idiot.

“-toru…” You moaned out as his mouth latched onto your nipple now after he fully pulled your shirt off, his teeth grazing the bud and he had to press his palm against his cock to calm down as you whimpered out little pleas. Pleas that were music to his ears, your hands pulling his down towards your precious cunt and all he wanted to do was sink in.

But he had to stop himself from just going in blind with you; it was your first time after all. Gojo didn’t want to scare you away because of his sheer desperation, it was his own fault that he made you wait so long. It wasn’t about him, he needed to make sure you saw stars tonight.

“Fuck, want to hear those pretty whimpers for the rest of my life.” He breathed out as his fingers traced your clothed cunt, teasing it with a hard stroke upwards towards your clit. Gojo hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your shorts and again with a questioning look pleaded for an answer. You rewarded him with a quick nod and he pulled them out with ease, his jaw dropping a bit as he noticed how wet you were already. It practically seeped out of you and he held back a groan as he swiped a finger through it.

“God, didn’t think a pussy could get this wet.” He uttered under his breath, sucking his finger into his mouth to clean it off. “And I’ve seen my fair share.”

“Satoru.” You frowned at him, sitting up on your elbows. “Did you have to add that last part?”

“Sorry, baby. Your pussy’s the prettiest, I promise.” He reassured with a smirk, bending down to face your cunt.

He teased his tongue against your clit experimentally and groaned into you as you reacted exactly how he expected you to, your hands clutching at his hair again. He ran his arms underneath your thighs, rubbing softly at your hips as he pulled you more onto him. Gojo licked a fat stripe up your entire cunt this time, lapping at the arousal that flooded out of you with satisfaction. You moaned out, your head tipping back and your hips rolled against his face subconsciously as he fucked his tongue into you feverishly. His nose pressed against your clit, rubbing it subtly as he pointed his tongue into you and you could already feel your orgasm rushing up your spine.

“-toru, hold on…. Fuck, too fast, wait!” You whined out, trying to push him away so you didn’t cum all over his face but his grip on you became tight and his fingers dug into the tops of your thighs, his forearms cradling the backs of them. His eyes met yours as he noticed you quiver, the blinding blue heavy with lust and nothing could’ve stopped you then. You came all over his face with a tremble, the tightness in your tummy unraveling like a ribbon and Gojo moaned into your cunt as your thighs squeezed against him.

“Should’ve mentioned my tongue’s won an award.” He stupidly quipped afterwards and you burst out laughing once you caught your breath, the mood having lightened much more to your benefit. You could learn to love his idiot, if this is how everyday was supposed to be. You noticed the glisten that shielded his lower face and he grinned at you, his cheeks flushed hot.

“What, for talking shit?” You teased as he wiped his mouth with the inside of his shirt before pulling it off, his abs suddenly on display and you almost choked.

“Hey now, I don’t talk shit. Unless it’s about Utahime.” Gojo retorted with a chuckle, moving to unzip his trousers.

You stopped him and he looked at you confused but when your fingers ran against the outline of his cock, his eyes widened. He was fucking huge though you had nothing to compare it to and honestly you didn’t need to to know that he was gonna stretch you open with one shallow thrust. You unzipped his trousers, his clothed cock much more prominent in front of you now and you palmed him lightly, silently gauging his reaction. A quiet groan escaped him and his eyes fluttered shut as you pulled him out of his boxers. And holy fuck, he’s supposed to fuck you with this?

How was it going to fit? Gojo was so goddamn lengthy and wrapped your hand around him carefully, testing the waters as one of his hands rested against your shoulder. “Y-Y/N…”

“Yeah?” You breathed, running your hand up his shaft towards the tip, the crown of it and he shuddered– he fucking shuddered from your touch and he inhaled sharply, his mouth falling open.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Tonight’s supposed to be about you.” Gojo bit back a moan as you started to pump him through his words, tracing some of his veins with the extent of your eyes.

“I want to, trust me.”

Before you really knew what you were doing, you took him into your mouth and Gojo’s hands flew to the top of your head quickly, a breathy moan emitting from him. “Holy shit, Y/N, holy fucking shit.”

You enveloped his cock in your warmth and he tangled his fingers into your hair shakily, the sensation sending warning signals flying to his brain as he tried his best not to just buck into your mouth. You sucked him down like a champ, and who the fuck taught you to do that, he thought vaguely with breathy moans falling from his mouth. He couldn’t help it, your mouth felt so good around him and it’s been forever since someone’s tended to him like this.

“Oh God, you have such a dirty mouth, huh baby? Who taught you how to– fuck, suck me off like that?” He moaned out, a smirk plastered on his face as he looked down at you and you scowled at him in return. You swallowed around him, listening to his whimpers and you noticed that his thighs had started to shake lightly.

Fuck, you were going to make him come just from this. “Shit, keep going baby…please, sweetheart.”

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, lying heavily against your tongue and you lapped at it with a hefty moan. You hollowed your cheeks and took him as deep as he could possibly go and you felt his hips start to move languidly, fucking himself deeper into your mouth. You gagged around him, feeling the wet slick of your saliva on his cock drag against your lips and his grip tightened in your hair. Gojo set a relentless pace for you, rutting in with vigor and you felt him tremble above you with a rushed groan following, his hips stilling.

You did not expect such a bitter taste, his cum flooding into your mouth in viscous ropes and you pulled off of him with a gasp. Some of it splattered on your face and you swallowed the load in your mouth a bit shocked. Your cunt suddenly ached with want, his whimpers and how his face contorted in pleasure replaying over and over and- “-toru…”

“Mm, ‘M sorry honey.” Gojo breathed out, his chest rising and falling and he swiped his finger through the splatter of cum across your cheek, reveling at how tainted you looked. Thank God he was the one to corrupt you, if it was anyone else he wouldn’t have been able to handle it he thought. The way you looked below him, your tongue flush on his cock; he’d probably kill everyone if he couldn’t see that again.

And that’s right, you were his wife. His precious wife that he took for granted.

“-toru, please. I need you, your fingers-” Your pleas brought him back to his senses, the numb feeling of the past two months falling away as he helped you lay back on the bed. You looked absolutely wrecked, your lips red and as you pleaded, it came out in rasps.

“Shh, it’s okay. Hold on, I got you.” Gojo had taken to your left side, making sure he had a good view of his fingers slipping inside you. As he pushed two inside, you keened at the feeling and your hips moved against them. He curled them upwards, grazing against your sweet spot lightly and you arched your back, your head falling against the feathery pillows with a wanton moan.

“Want my cock instead? Much better than my fingers, baby.” He cooed, his other hand wrapped around his cock and pumping it to full length again. It wasn’t all that difficult to get hard again when you were splayed out in front of him like this, begging for him to do anything and everything. Before you even nodded, he was pulling off the rest of his clothing and hovering over you once more, pulling his fingers out of you with a dismissed moan coming from you.

As he positioned himself against your entrance, his eyes captured yours for the first time in a while and you felt your cheeks blush hot with embarrassment. You couldn’t believe you were begging for this man, but then again you couldn’t believe you weren’t begging for him before.

“Might hurt a bit, but you’ll be fine.” He warned as he prodded his tip into you slightly and you shuddered, holding onto his shoulder blades for support. He sunk further into you and about halfway in, a dull pain started to ache within you as he stretched you. You whimpered out and Gojo immediately stopped moving, slight concern spreading over his face. “Are you okay?”

“Shit, Satoru, you’re still not all the way in?” You whined and he merely chuckled, bottoming out with a shallow thrust that nearly brought you to tears. Gojo let out a breathy groan, his head lolling into the side of your neck and he kissed at your skin tenderly.

“I am now.” He sucked a bruise into the crevice of your neck as he waited for you to adjust, his cock twitching impatiently inside you. He could feel you squeezing him, clenching around him to get used to the feeling and every single time you did, it sent straight pleasure coursing through his veins. “Fuck, tell me when I can move…”

“You can move…” You managed to get out, your fingers running up his back with a delicate scratch.

“Thank fuck–” Gojo groaned out loudly, pulling all the way out of you and thrusting in with one fluid motion. You cried out at the sudden movement, you didn’t think he’d be so headstrong to fuck into you harshly without so much as a quick warning. “You were driving me insane…so fucking warm and tight for me.”

Gojo worked you open with his cock and you couldn’t help the sounds that came out of you, quiet whimpers and pleas of his name, ‘satoru, slow down a bit for me’, and he did reluctantly but not before giving a few harsh thrusts into your cunt. You wrapped your legs around him, taking him in deeper and he groaned in your ear with a shudder as he gripped onto your thighs.

“Stay just like that.” He whined in a merciful tone, his face now adjacent to yours and he gave you a spirited kiss, licking into your mouth with every damned thrust into your poor cunt. You both moaned into the kiss and he suddenly broke away to hoist your legs over his shoulders instead. “Actually… fuck, this so much better.”

Gojo was able to aim dead against your sweet spot that lingered in the corners of your nerves and you arched as he did so, each perfect thrust relentlessly hitting it and your vision clouded with unbridled pleasure. He looked so godlike above you, sweat glistening against his chest and his white hair had begun to look quite damp with the same moisture, falling beautifully over his eyes; those were on another level and you had to look away so you didn’t cum too quickly.

“All for me? Say it’s all for me.” He had started to beg, ecstasy coursing through both of you now and all you cared about was your releases, the euphoric pressure climbing up your spines with every strike of his hips against yours.

“All for you, -toru...” You babbled out as Gojo started rutting into you harshly, a quick rhythm picking up and your fingers welded into the sheets to keep yourself from hitting your head against the headboard. Your orgasm came crashing through you and you clenched around him as he buried into you with desperation.

“Fuck yeah, all for me.” His mouth dropped open with a low drawn out groan and his eyes squeezed shut as he came in you, his eyebrows furrowing as his orgasm cascaded through him. He shallowly pumped into you, mixing the cum with your arousal and you whimpered at the feeling as you came down from your high. He pulled out with a quiet sigh, gently bringing himself down to kiss you promptly and laying on top of you with his head on your chest.

A couple minutes later, you felt his fingers trace over your burn mark that had scarred over on your arm. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

You looked down at him, his eyes fixated on the mark and you tousled his hair a bit as you smiled at him. Exhaustion had begun to take over your senses and you yawned as you spoke. “It’s okay, I’m just happy that you were on the same train.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Gojo was quiet, his eminence surrounding you in a veil. “Please don’t leave.”

“I wasn’t going to in the first place. You had already changed my mind when you said something about me not surviving in the clan.”

He was quiet for a minute, registering what you just said. Then, you heard a cheeky laugh erupt from him.

“So, my dick wasn’t what changed your mind, huh. Guess we have to start over, don’t we?” He said with a smirk holding in his voice and everything he had just felt, the sorrow and the panic disappeared as he started to kiss down your chest. He pinned your wrists down as he hauled himself back into a good position, face to face with you. Maybe you could get used to the piercing brightness of his eyes, the turquoise loving and cordial and everything in between staring back at you in the way you’ve always wanted.

“Gojo Satoru, you’ve got quite a big ego don't you?”

“Perks of being the one and only.” He pressed a light kiss on your lips, his hands brushing over your body. “Well, maybe not for long.”

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The Lamb & The Serpent

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Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x sinner fem!reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Lucifer being a chaotic mess, mentions of sex, swearing, virgin reader, awkwardness, Lucifer being awkward, fluff, misunderstandings, Angel and Cherri thinking with their downstairs brains and Husk being the voice of reason, relationship are hard sometimes that why communication is key, not that anyone here actually follows that advice, mentions of Lilith and Eve.

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Nothing was going the way you had hoped it would. Admittedly it probably wasn’t the best idea to ambush Lucifer like that, but Cherri had told you to be bold and forceful and considering nothing else had worked so far you hadn’t seen the harm in giving it a go. For a second there it had really seemed that it was going to go somewhere, Lucifer actually seeming to let go of his tightly wound control for the first time in months but then something had happened, something you still couldn’t work out and as a result you had ended up alone, quite literally dropped like a sad sack of shit whilst he made his escape. Now your ass hurt, your pride was definitely bruised, and you had no clue what you had done so wrong for Lucifer to run off like that, though it wasn’t exactly unusual at this point in your relationship. Things had never gotten quite that far before though, apart from that one time down some unknown hallway in the hotel but that had seemingly been a shock for both of you so you couldn’t really count that. Right?

You hadn’t set out to jump on Lucifer like that, had in fact been looking forward to just spending the day with him but you had borrowed a book from Angel, and it had left you feeling a little hot under the collar. It didn’t help that Lucifer had looked so good, with his sleeves rolled up and a look of concentration on his face as he fiddled around with yet another rubber duck. Cherri had told you be assertive, that Lucifer looked “like the kind of guy who was into that shit”, so you had taken a chance. Though you had asked him first, not wanting to disturb him if he was at some crucial part of his creation. He had said yes though, and you had been ecstatic about it. Kissing Lucifer was one of your favourite pastimes at the moment, addicted as you were to the feel of his lips moving against yours. You would have been happy just to stay like that for hours, but Cherri’s words had been at the back of your mind, pushing you forward and before you could talk yourself out of it you had crawled into his lap and deepened the kiss.

Lucifer was not the first person you had kissed, and you felt relatively confident when it came to making out. You hadn’t been expecting him to grab at your hips though, yanking you down so you could feel how hard he was. It had startled you, your moan muffled by his tongue, but you hadn’t been against it. In fact, you had welcomed it after weeks of feeling like you were the least desirable person in Hell. Not that you expected sex from him but, you had kind of thought that after a couple of months there would have been something other than handholding and closed lipped kissing. If Lucifer was ready to take the next step, then you had no intentions of stopping him. But it hadn’t happened, just like every other time you had tried to be more intimate with him and you were seriously starting to question where it was you were going so wrong.

Yes, you had never been with someone else physically, but you had dated before, and you knew your own body incredibly well. You knew the basics, enough at least to test the waters when you were feeling particularly riled up. You touched him more and in places that you wouldn’t normally go anywhere near. Like a hand on his thigh when you were sat next to each other at the dinner table, a hand on the small of his back with your fingers just dipping below his waistband when you were stood close together or even draping your arm across the back of the sofa on movie nights so you could stroke you fingers slowly across his tempting alabaster neck and trying not to make it so obvious you were thinking about how good it would look with your teeth marks on it. You snuggled more, practically wrapping yourself around him in an attempt to be closer. You even whispered into his ear more, phrasing your words so they were more suggestive than normal. It never did anything other than chase him away though so you had been doing your best to keep your feeling under wraps, not wanting to push him for something he might want to give.

After all, there was always the possibility that sex just wasn’t something Lucifer was in to. Sure, he had Charlie but there had to be some sort of weird Hell magic way for him and Lilith to have a kid without actually doing the deed. If that was the case, you wouldn’t mind. You had gone this long without it so it wasn’t like you would be missing something, plus there were options for you if you did find yourself unable to handle the lack of a physical element to your relationship. You were sure Angel Dust would be more than happy to recommend the best sex toys Hell had to offer. It didn’t have to be a problem, you just need Lucifer to tell you if that was the case.

The only other possibility was, well, you. It was always possible that Lucifer didn’t find you sexually attractive. After all you were just a sinner and he had never made a secret of how he felt about the inhabitants of the pride ring. He may have found you mentally stimulating and found that your personality suited his quite well but that didn’t mean he would be able to get over thousands of years worth of hate and guilt to actually stomach falling into bed with you. Or maybe it was just as simple as you not being his type.

You had seen the photos of Lilith, hard not to with the amount Lucifer had around his home of him, Charlie and the women who had abandoned them for parts unknown. She was a seven-foot-tall beauty with hair like spun gold and a figure to die for. She oozed sex appeal and authority, looked like the kind of women who could step on a person and get thanked for it. The differences between the two of you were vast and if that was what Lucifer was into it was no wonder he hadn’t reciprocated your advances. And let’s face it, if it was a choice between you and Lilith you knew who you would be picking, and it wasn’t yourself.

You had voiced this rather self-deprecating theory once, after a couple of drinks with Angel and Cherri, the two of them insisting when they found you moping after Lucifer had run off yet again. You hadn’t even done anything that time, only having asked if he wanted to join you in bed because you were tired and the beds in the hotel were really comfy, the only thing making the idea of sleep any more appealing being cuddling Lucifer whilst you did it. That’s all you had wanted but as soon as you had said about him joining you upstairs it was like he had stopped listening and when you had given him a little nudge to see if he was ok he had startled, practically yelling at you that he had to go before disappearing in a swirl of smoke. You had been feeling dejected enough that you had accepted the offer, surprising them both before they seemed to recover from the shock and lead you over to the bar, already calling out to Husk about the drinks they wanted. You didn’t know what they had asked for, just accepted the drink Angel had thrust at you and downed it all in one, coughing and spluttering as the overly sweet drink managed to burn on the way down.

Husk had stayed to keep an eye on you, insisting that he wasn’t going to “let you two freaks get her all fucked up and shit. If something happens to her then we’ll all have hell to pay for it.” You had known he was talking about Lucifer, probably remembering how Lucifer had threatened to cut the former overlords hands off for touching you in what he thought was the wrong way. It had taken quite a lot of reassurance from you as well as a dozen or so kisses to get Lucifer to calm down. Husk hadn’t been able to come within ten feet of you for a week without Lucifer practically growling at him, teeth razor sharp and eyes glowing red if Husky even looked your way. You didn’t plan on getting drunk though, just wanting to take the edge off a little so you had brushed off Husk’s warning, assuring him that Lucifer was far to busy hiding from you to care that you were having a drink with friends.

You had probably had one too many though and that night, with your tongue loosened from alcohol you had told the three of them of your suspicions. You had felt silly, practically whining that you and Lucifer hadn’t had sex yet, but it had also felt good to actually talk to someone about it. Even if they weren’t the best people to offer advice on matters of the heart. As predicted their advice had been questionable, Cherri insisting you just needed to be more aggressive and assertive whilst Angel had offered to give you lessons on how to seduce someone as well as give you a make over to help entice Lucifer. It had been a little overwhelming listening to the two of them talk, especially when they had started getting into kinks and toys and positions that sound more painful than sexy. Thankfully Husk had taken mercy on you, tell the other two to “quit it or I’m cutting you off.” That had gotten him a couple of boos and Angel draping himself dramatically across the bar and pouting heavily at the other demon. Husk had just rolled his eyes turning his attention to you because apparently “the short stack clearly likes you, no need to go tryin’ to be someone else when you’re fine as you are kid.”

You had thought that would be the end of it, planning on finishing your drink then crawling into bed to sleep off the worst of the headache you could already feel forming. Apparently, that wasn’t the case though because not five seconds after Husk’s somewhat comforting words Angel and Cherri were already back to discussing why Lucifer was being so cagey about the whole intimacy thing. Cherri suggested that he might have performance issues, even recommending some drug that would keeping him rearing to go for days whilst Angel went with a “kink thing. I’m telling ya toots he’s probably into some really weird shit and doesn’t want to freak you out by having to admit that he can only get it up if you’re wearing a clown mask.” That had you choking on your drink, spluttering and coughing as you looked at Angel Dust in horror, the spider going into way too much detail about how that was an actual thing that was more common than you would think whilst also using the obvious underlying circus theme of Hell as evidenced.

Husk had been the one to bring some normality back to the conversation, rubbing down glasses and giving you a stern look as he had informed you that Lucifers reluctance to move forward in your relationship was because “you’re innocent kid, (hey! I killed someone), and you're asking him to corrupt that. He’s not just anyone either. You’re asking the man responsible for the corruption of the entire human race to take that innocence from you. All I’m saying is that could do things to a guy, especially one who carries a lot of shame and guilt over his past actions. Maybe think about that before you take these idiots advice and make a fool of yourself.” Angel and Cherri had been quick to argue back, taking offence to being called idiots and going into a rather detailed explanation as to why they’re advice on sex and seduction was going to work. You had stayed quiet though, Husk’s words leaving you feeling like the rug had been pulled out from under you.

You didn’t particularly care for your virginity, it wasn’t like you had been saving it for marriage or anything like that. It’s just no one had ever really appealed to you before, and you weren’t about to just sleep with anyone for the sole purpose of getting rid of it. Your lack of experience hadn’t even crossed your mind because it really wasn’t that big of a deal. Not to you anyway but maybe it was for Lucifer. You wouldn’t call yourself innocent, not by normal standards at least but down here? You were practically the embodiment of virtue compared to most of the inhabitants of Pentagram City. Something made more obvious by the fact your demonic form was just you but with stupid lamb ears. Could it be possible that Lucifer was put off by that?

You and Lucifer had spoken about his past and the circumstances of his fall from grace on multiple occasions. It was clear just from listening to him that it was a painful part of his life, full of regret, disappointment and anger but the two of you had never really gotten into the specifics of what happened with Eve apart from the whole apple thing. You didn’t know how he truly felt about corrupting her soul and how his actions had gotten her kicked out of Eden. Was it possible that your perceived innocence was hitting a little too close to an old wound that had yet to heal?

You were already damned to Hell though, the corruption of your soul your own doing. Nothing would change if you and Lucifer slept together, you would still be Hell bound come morning. Yes, you lived at the hotel, but you weren’t there looking for redemption because that would mean you regretted or felt bad about your actions and that was far from the truth. You had no intentions of ever setting foot outside of Hell ever again, content with your afterlife as well as being deliriously happy with Lucifer. Why couldn’t he see that? How could he not possibly know that in this literal hell hole he was your shining light of hope, truly a bringer of light amongst the dark despair that had clung to you like a cloak when you had first arrived at the hotel.

You had mumbled your goodbye, cutting the others off and not even acknowledging their confused calls of your name as you had made your way back to your room, still deep in thought. That night your dreams had been full of beautiful lush gardens and apples as red as freshly spilt blood that glittered like rubies in the light, of snakes as white as snow with fangs that dripped with poison and a women’s pained smile as a man made of light turned his back on her. You had awoken, still feeling confused but with the heavy weight of loss growing within your chest. You had promised yourself then to be patient, to wait until Lucifer came to you before initiating anything that might make him uncomfortable or cause him distress. Well at least that had been the plan, but you were only human, weak to your own desires and Lucifer was the living embodiment of temptation. At least to you anyway.

Groaning you came to a stop, the sharp sting of pain dancing up your spine from your ass a reminder of just how badly you had messed up. You didn’t particularly want to go back to the hotel, too embarrassed by your behaviour to face the others. Especially Husk and his I told you so’s. What you needed was someone to talk to, someone who wasn’t a sex obsessed drug addict, a bomb loving maniac or a gruff bartender who wasn’t all that into ‘the romance crap’ as he so eloquently put it. Out of everyone you knew Charlie was the most obvious choice considering she was the only other person in a healthy monogamous relationship but that just wasn’t an option. You did not talk to your friends about how you were struggling with your relationship with their dad. That was just weird and gross for everyone involved. The next choice would be Vaggie, but she wasn’t one to share feelings and would most likely be uncomfortable with hearing about yours and Lucifers relationship. Alastor was just out of the question, not because he was ace but because you were literally terrified of what the psychotic demon would suggest. Plus, you didn’t think Lucifer would like you discussing anything along those lines with the other man and you really didn’t want to deal with the fallout when Alastor would undoubtedly say something to him about it.

Realistically you knew you need to talk to Lucifer but that was easier said then done. You had tried before but Lucifer always got a little flustered and was gone before you could even get the first couple of words out. After your disaster of an attempt today you had tried again, not deterred when you had found his bedroom door locked. You had spoken through the door, apologising for upsetting him and swearing that you were going to stop because clearly he wasn’t comfortable with your advances. You had told him you cared deeply for him and that having him in your life was one of the best things to ever happen to you. You had also asked him to call you latter to talk but he hadn’t answered. There was always the possibility he wasn’t even in there, but his door had never been locked before, not even the first time you had come over, so it seemed more than likely he was and just didn’t want to talk to you. You weren’t going to force him if he wasn’t ready for that kind of conversation though it would need to be had at some point. You had time down here though, a lot of it if you managed to avoid the exterminations. There was no rush, and you would wait an eternity if it was for him.

What you needed was a romantic gesture, something that would show Lucifer that you were in it for the long haul. Something that was personal, maybe even a little silly. You need him to know how deeply you cared for him and what better way than to show that then by taking actual care of him. He worked hard after all, and you can’t imagine it wasn’t exactly stress free trying to run the entirety of Hell. He deserved some R&R, and you had the perfect idea to give him that. Feeling more confident than you had just moments ago you set off back to the hotel, a wide smile of your face and a slight spring in your step. You were going to show Lucifer just how much you cared and hopefully in the process prove that Hell really was forever. At least for you.

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What Makes a Date? (18+)

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Sam (SDV) / Fem! Farmer OC

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Sam has two tickets to his favorite band, but none of his friends want to come with him. What does he do instead? Ask the farmer on a totally platonic outing, just as friends with no underlying feelings! Everything should go according to plan, especially the part where he ends up in her house! Right?

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Sam found himself in an odd situation. Two tickets to a concert in Zuzu City, two busy friends, and one available farmer. He’d been talking with Bella for a few months. Every time she came around he couldn’t help feeling like his heart would burst from his chest alien-style, but all in all he tried his hardest to be normal around her. Even if he’d written hundreds of scrapped melodies about her, even if he dreamt of her constantly, even if he wanted her laugh as his alarm clock. Samuel Neilson was a normal 20-year-old who could have hot friends.

He’d been a fan of the band JamPot since middle school, and he figured Sebastian and Abigail would’ve died hearing about the tickets. They were all massive fans in fact, they’d discovered them together on YouTube in fact. Sure, he could only take one, but Sebastian rarely left his house anyway. Abigail was his backup plan for concerts most times, he just liked extending the offer to Seb. Abigail would never turn down the option to go to a concert without paying.

He decided to ask them both on their weekly pool night, Sebastian was riding on his first win of the night and Abigail was lounging on the couch closest to the table. Sam thumbed the tickets in his pocket before working up the courage to ask, “Hey uh-” He started, pulling out the envelope. “Either of you wanna go with me to see JamPot on Saturday?” Sam’s hopeful tone was instantly crushed by their simultaneous rejection. “Sorry, Sammy. I’ve got plans on Saturday.” Abigail finally looked up from her phone to look at his defeated expression. “Yeah, I’ve gotta catch up on work. It wouldn’t be smart to..” Sebastian had just finished setting up the next game, but Sam couldn’t care less. “Whaat?” Sam whined out, leaning on the pool stick now. “I spent 50 on the other ticket, just hoping one of you’d tag along!”

Sebastian, as if he was unbothered by his friend's distress, just rolled his eyes in response. “Just ask Bella.” Beginning the match by hitting the cue ball, managing to hit a solid color into a corner pocket. Sam stood dumbfounded. He didn’t want to go alone, but he also didn’t know if Bella would even agree to the…date? Would it be a date? He pondered for a minute before Sebastian cleared his throat in frustration. “You’re stripes, now play the fucking game, dude.”

The rest of the night, Sam was in a sort of daze, wondering if he was even close enough to the farmer to ask her to a concert. What if she rejected him, thinking it was a date? What if he wanted it to be a date? After his…circumstances with Penny, he wasn’t sure if he should even try to make a move. Walking out of the pub at 11, he was still thinking about Sebastian’s suggestion. Abigail waved goodbye, the one sober member of the group. Sam was slumped on Sebastian’s shoulder, the two held each other up with drunk motivation. “Can I..” Sam sighed, tossing his head back. “Just take me to your basement, Sebby.” He didn’t plan on drinking so much, but he knew his mom would kill him if he walked in wasted. “Whatev’r…” Sebastian slurred back, as he lead Sam around the corner to the mountain path.

Sam didn’t quite remember how he’d gotten to Sebastian’s house. He woke up with a twinging headache, sprawled on the rug next to Sebastian’s bed. An old throw blanket was tossed over top of his body, but no pillow. His mouth was dry, lips cracked slightly as he pried them apart. “Seb…” He groaned, his voice was dangerously hoarse. Clearing it, he called once more as he sat up. “Seb. Get up.” Sam reached up to push at Sebastian’s sleeping back, but only received an angry groan in return. Being friends with Sebastian for so long, he understood that groan as a rejection to waking up.

Sam decided to just leave on his own, his mother was probably concerned about the fact that he hadn’t even come home. The alarm clock on Sebastian’s bedside read off [11:00 am]. He sighed, searching for his shirt that had been thrown off in the night. Picking himself up from the floor, he grabbed his phone, found his shirt, and slipped on his laceless shoes. Hobbling up the stairs was the hardest part, with stiff joints it was hard to even walk a straight line.

“Hello, Sam!” Robin announced to the house as Sam emerged from the basement. He winced at her volume, but still put on a smile. “Hey, Robin, sorry I crashed last night.” Sam adjusted the faded band shirt, hoping she couldn’t tell he’d been half naked two seconds prior. “Seb’s still asleep downstairs, I don’t know if he’s getting up any time soon.” He rubbed the back of his neck, anxious that Robin could still smell the alcohol. She didn’t seem to catch on, laughing softly. “Oh, Sam, you don’t have to apologize for staying over.” She sat back in the chair behind the front counter. “You two always stay up so late at night, at least you’re having fun.”

Sam said his goodbyes, walking out the front door and closing it silently for the sake of his aching head. He took a deep breath, feeling around in his pocket for his phone to text his mom that he was headed home. Instead, Sam found the tickets that cursed him. “Fuck.” He muttered to himself, but apparently not quiet enough. Bella was rounding the corner at that very moment.

“Fuck what?” She appeared with a sly, teasing smile. Sam felt his throat tighten up. “Me?” He replied with a violent voice crack. Sam couldn't help feeling like an ass when Bella was around. Something about her jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, and….assets? He didn't want to disrespect her, she was a nice friend. Why would he talk about her like that? He respected her too much.

Bella laughed, harmoniously (to Sam). While covering her smile, which killed Sam, she dropped it after her giggles. A happy sigh escaped her, straightening up to really get a good look at him. “You look rough.” Bella spoke with almost a hinge of concern, looking him up and down. Sam had been so caught up in overthinking, he forgot completely about why he had been overthinking. “Rough? Yeah, I guess I feel the same too.” His hand nervously rubbed at his neck, Sam had a habit of doing it. “A-Actually I had a question for you!” Bella cocked her head, Sam felt his stomach toss.

Bella was a girl who loved music. It was her and Sam’s first conversation. Wearing an old TilledSoil shirt, a band Sam had seen upwards of 10 times. After their hour of conversation on their favorite bands, Sam deemed Bella to be cool. He knew she would agree to going to a free concert with him, but was he even confident enough to ask her out? “What’s up?” Bella asked, now actually concerned for Sam. He’d been clutching the tickets for the entire time. The ticket envelope crumpled in his grip. “Do you wanna go to a concert with me- If you’re not busy or- or anything.” He felt like a total ass.

There was no reason for her to actually reject him, but every bone in his body was cringing out. Standing in front of his best friend’s house, asking someone to go on a maybe-date. If Sebastian had been awake, he’d be instantly cooked. “What band?” Bella spoke up to break the internal panic that fogged his brain. That and the hangover headache. “JamPot!” Sam blurted out, making his headache come back with a vengeance. “They’re just…some dumb pop punk band from overseas.. I just have another ticket!” Yet she was already smiling, “JamPot? I don’t think I’ve listened to them since middle school!” Pulling out her phone, she looked back up at him. “When’s the show?”

Sam seemingly forgot every single detail about the show in that very minute. After frantically opening the envelope to look at the tickets, he looked back up. “Tomorrow, doors at 7?” Bella then started looking through her phone for a moment. “I’ll drive too! All you gotta do is tag along!” Sam wasn’t trying to beg, but god, he just didn’t want to waste the money. She looked back up with a smile, “Deal, I’m free to go tomorrow.” Stammering to himself for a moment, Sam finally got out a sentence. “Cool! I’ll pick you up at 6?” Bella agreed, and Sam floated back into town on a high.

Sure, his mom was pissed, and he was slightly late to work. Sam just couldn’t care. He was just really excited to hang out with his friend Bella. There wasn’t anything else lingering there, no matter how many times Sebastian and Abigail brought it up. This was just two really good friends going to hang out at a concert. Getting close, and sweaty…and doing normal friend things. Sam wasn’t going to ruin anything. Surely.

Sebastian and Abigail heard the ‘news’ from him over a text, both were convinced it was going to end in Sam’s demise. Abigail bet on Bella thinking it was a date, but Sam shut her down immediately. There’s no way Bella would think it was a date. Even as he put a little bit of extra time into getting ready the next day, he was positive that Bella was on the same page as him. After assuring himself that his hair was perfectly quaffed, he headed out to pick up Bella.

His car was just a hand-me-down from Jodie, her old car from before they’d gotten a family van. Sam wasted a few minutes throwing trash from the passenger to the backseat. Scrambling just to make it to the farm at six. Pelican Town wasn’t the most drivable, but it was still nice to have a car for longer trips. He just hoped it was comfortable enough for Bella. Not that it was a big deal, of course, she was just like every other friend. He just wanted her to enjoy her first ride in his car.

Sam arrived at the farm at 5:52, pulling into the gravel driveway just after he was done freaking out about being late. He fixed his hair in the rearview mirror, fussing over nothing at all. Waiting for just another minute, he was too impatient and honked at the horn once. He didn’t have her number, but he also wasn’t sure if he could just walk up to the front door. What if she thought he was rushing her? At the moment Sam honked– Bella opened her front door. A black cat ran from the house, and Bella locked up the front door. Sam was leaning on the steering wheel, watching her. When she looked at him with a smile, he instantly straightened up. His palms were grossly sweaty, and suddenly he felt underdressed.

Bella walked to the passenger side of the car. Sam for a moment felt compelled to brush off the seat before she sat down, but still held himself back. Sharing greetings, Sam took a moment to really look at her. Trying to get his breath back, he smiled. “Ready for the show?” Sam managed to get out, gripping the wheel with white knuckles. Bella could probably wear a burlap sack and look good, but her black skinny jeans and cropped tee suited her perfectly. Bella smiled back, buckling in. “You know it.”

It was hard to pay attention to the road with her in the passenger seat. Bella wasn’t distracting in a bad way, but Sam couldn’t help wondering what the feeling in his gut was. He just didn’t want to mess anything up. The drive wasn’t boring by any means, Bella and Sam talked the whole way there. Bella mentioned listening to JamPot’s new album, and Sam had to hold himself back from gushing about each detail in the chord progressions. But– It wasn’t long until he did start gushing about it. It was really difficult for Sam to not spill every thought around her. Normally, people would just grin and bare it while Sam rambled about music, but Bella listened to him. She seemed like she really was interested, a rare find. The drive and the time spent waiting in line was mostly just the pair talking about shared interests. Finding out she also preferred Hawaiian Pizza was a game changer for him.

The venue was old. It’d been there since the early 70s, but was still kept up with. High ceilings, low concrete floors and bars located on both sides. It was already halfway packed in, the merch tables weren’t busy either. Small fairy lights decorated the trim of the brick walls, highlighting the merch tables easily.

When they were actually in the venue, Bella split off to find the merch table while Sam grabbed a spot on the floor. “I’ll see you in a few.” She smiled, softly placing a hand on his upper arm before walking off. Before Sam melted to the sticky concrete, he had to text his friends. Sending a frantic text to Sebastian, Sam felt his head swimming. [ “Is this a date?” ] He typed the words with nervous, shaking thumbs. Sam was wrong, kicking himself in the ass. What if he was in the process of destroying any chance with Bella? What if he did like her more than he was allowing himself?

[ “Yes.” ] Sebastian responded, Sam mentally crumbled.

This was the issue with Sam. He didn’t read the room properly, didn’t understand most situations. It’s what ruined a lot of past relationships for him. Bella didn’t seem like she was hating their conversations, but girls were just so confusing to him. During his overthinking, Bella returned. A new beanie on her head, and a CD in her hand. The new JamPot album. “I got this for you, I wasn’t sure if you had it already.” Holding it out to him, Bella had no clue what had been occurring in Sam’s head. “What?! I’ll pay you back, Bella, I swear.” All fear dropped from his mind, her presence was enough for him to stop overthinking. She shook her head, “It’s for the ticket, don’t worry about it.” Bella’s hand touched his arm again. Soothing his anxiety, but slightly raising his blood pressure.

After each of the two openers, Bella and Sam kept getting closer and closer. The crowd crushed together in excitement, filling the air with the heat of upwards of 200 people. “Are you okay?” Sam spoke up, bending to Bella’s ear just so she could hear him. She responded with a thumbs up, but still moved closer to Sam. Somehow they’d pressed forward to the barricade, in the middle-left. The headliner hadn’t come on yet, but Sam was preparing. His hands were holding the barricade, with Bella standing between them. He knew she’d be fine on her own in the crowd, but he wanted to keep her safe. The crowd had been rough all night, the openers being much heavier than JamPot, but Sam didn’t want her getting crushed against anyone else.

Music played across the loudspeakers to fill the silence for the crowd during the stage set. The energy throughout the show had made him less high-strung, less worried on the topic of their night. “You’re having fun, right?” Sam asked, again at a higher volume, just so she could hear him. Bella nodded, leaning against the barricade and looking up at him. “Thanks for bringing me, Sam!” She hadn’t been able to stop smiling that night.

It was honestly rare that Sam had seen her leave the farm. She and Abigail hung out by the mines occasionally, and he’d see her on walks by the water. Sam just rarely saw her doing anything out of Pelican Town in the few months they’d known each other. He liked taking her out, taking her places with him. “N-No problem.” Feeling that same tossing in his stomach, for some reason his face felt hotter. Maybe it was just the room?

If Sam thought the first half of the show was close quarters, he wasn’t ready for the second half. Pressing up tightly to Bella’s back as she jumped around was the hardest thing Sam had to endure. On one hand, Bella was safe and comfortable at the barricade, while Sam had to get knocked into continuously. On the other, every single movement against Sam’s dick was like the purest form of torture. It’s not like she was grinding into him, but every once in a while they’d make contact when Bella would start jumping around. Gritting his teeth through it, Sam stood strong. Even if he ached, feeling the slightest brush of her hair against him. Her perfume with hints of clove, brushing by him, was his own heaven. The only thing Sam could circle back to at that moment was the original question.

Was it a date? Sam really tried to focus on the band, but how could he? He’d tune in for a song, then get lost in thought, staring at the back of Bella’s head. The end of the show came quicker than he’d been paying attention. The encore was really just one song, then the whole night was over. Sam felt like an ass, once again, for letting his mind wander all night. Walking out of the venue, Sam stayed close behind Bella. He felt like he’d been a weird freak all night, he just watched her. Bella didn’t notice anything, she’d been talking about how great the show was all the way to the car. Sam bantered back, acting as if he had really watched the concert.

After finally making it to the car, everything sort of shifted. Bella felt a little shyer now that they were fully alone. “Um– Sam?” She asked, as Sam put his keys in to start the car. “Yeah, Bella?” He looked over to her, the radio in the car started playing some obnoxious radio song. The CD hadn’t been automatically reading, so he reached up to press the button. “Well, I just wanted to thank you for taking me on this date. I really had a lot of fun with you tonight.”

Sam froze in place.

Date? It was a Date?

The annoying pop track played its repetitive tune. Sam was staring at Bella with a dumb look on his face. “It was a–?” He managed to catch himself before saying his first thought, “Right– Well, I just thought..” His extended hand toward the stereo retracted, holding the back of his neck to feel at any beads of sweat. “I just thought it was about time, y’know?” A goofy grin cracked on his face, feeling suddenly free of his worries. “Me too..” Bella had been messing with a strand of hair framing her face. “I really appreciate it, Sam. We should really do this again, okay?” She smiled again, softly. The fluorescent lights in the garage gave her an outer glow, a soft halo on her black hair. Sam had to look away before he forgot the route home.

Still, a sort of tension lingered in the car. They talked like normal, joking about the show. They talked about typical things from the daily special at the saloon, to weather during the week. Sam considered for a moment that he was just being dense, not understanding the palpable pauses between each topic. Bella adjusted in her seat every few minutes, Sam could’ve sworn he caught her looking his way every few minutes. His energy was high from the concert’s atmosphere, so maybe his mind was just working overtime.

Eventually, though, they made it to Bella’s home. Pulling in the same gravel driveway as a few hours prior. Sitting in silence for a moment, neither truly wanted the night to be over with. Bella finally offered though, “Sam, I think I might have a pizza in the house. If you’re hungry or something..” Bella played with the fabric of her beanie, now clutched in her lap. Her hair was slightly messed up from hat hair, but to Sam, she hardly looked imperfect.

“Yeah, uh.. I don’t see why not.” Sam turned off the car a little too enthusiastically. Mentally high-fiving himself for making it this far. Considering how the situation started, he didn’t even think he’d be in a car with Bella. Let alone be on a date with Bella. It was only midnight, his mom knew he’d be back late, so Sam didn’t have any reason to say no.

“Sorry if it’s a little messy, I don’t normally have people over..” She apologized, unlocking the door with a set of keys attached to a decorated keychain. Sam figured it would probably be cleaner than his room, and he was right in assumption. Bella was exaggerating. Only a couple of cups laid on the coffee table, a few sweatshirts and jackets were draped on one of the dining room tables, and burnt out candles littered the main living room. “It’s not messy, don’t worry.” Sam made sure to close the door behind him, only slightly jumping when a black cat ran through the house and towards the bedroom.

Sam quickly followed Bella into the kitchen, where she was staring at the box of frozen pizza branded with JojaMart logos. “Have you had this before?” She asked with a pensive tone, looking over her shoulder and back at Sam standing in the doorway. He felt a knot in his throat. “Please, I think I’ve had every frozen pizza in the Joja aisles.” Sam tried to push past it, leaning on the dining table to keep himself from collapsing.

“It says it’ll take 30 minutes, can you wait that long?” Bella set the box on the counter and turned to him. It was one of those fancier brands with a rising crust. “I could make us some sandwiches if you’re too tired, I know I’m already keeping you out pretty late..” Her lips pursed in thought, but Sam scrambled. “I-I can wait!” Bella began opening the box, and setting the frozen disk pizza onto the tin tray. Watching her preheat the oven, Sam felt his heart race. Two peers, in a house…alone. Sam hadn’t thought this far ahead.

Sure, he’d kept a condom in his wallet, but that didn’t mean he just expected to get laid. He wasn’t that cocky. He understood that they were just two friends, fresh off an unexpected date. Two very available people that liked each other a considerable amount. Sam just knew the kind of guy that he was. He wasn’t the type to hold off if he wanted something. And god, did he want Bella.

She turned around now, unaware of the horrible thoughts in Sam’s brain. He wondered if he should just go home. “Well, we’ve got a 30-minute wait… anything you wanna do while we wait?” Bella took a few steps closer, setting the flannel she was wearing on the kitchen table behind Sam. “You.” He felt tempted to say his desires out loud, but held himself firm. “Oh, I could just watch TV if you want.” He was lying, but it was late. Sam doubted that she was that into him.

Following Bella into her living room, he took a spot on one end of her blue, velvet couch. Bella placed herself on the other side after getting the remote to her tiny television set. She sat forward, stiff as she tapped through channels, just trying to find something to fill their silence. The tension between the two was thick, Sam just tried to relax. Leaning back in his seat and getting comfortable. It was almost 11 at night, there was nothing to be worried about. As if the notorious early bird farmer Bella would stay up much later than 12.

A couple of minutes passed, but Bella didn’t seem to relax. Sam kept stealing glances, but each time she would lock eyes with him. Her panic hidden as she looked back to the boring music documentary they landed on. “Are you comfortable?” Sam finally offered, figuring that it was an innocent question. Bella finally looked at him, “Um… Well…” She shifted in her seat, “I guess not, I just can’t rest after concerts..” Bella seemed almost embarrassed, “I just have such a hard time laying down..”

Sam opened an arm at the instant. “C’mere then, I’ll show you how to relax, Bella.” He didn’t have bad intentions at all. Sebastian was the same way, you had to force him down to get any sleep after going through concert adrenaline. Sam had no problem getting cozy, he just wanted to help her out.

He was more than surprised when she actually agreed to it, Bella gladly crawled over to lay on his chest. Sam positioned himself to lay along the couch, one hand behind his head to pad the hard arm of the couch. Bella just draped herself on the inside of the couch, pressed onto him, but hardly comfortable. She still felt like she wasn't quite comfortable, so Sam let a hand creep down and rub the space between her shoulders. A sigh released, and Bella let her guard down.

Sam’s hand continued to rub circles around her back, and Bella’s sighs became more frequent. Every shift she’d make against his thigh, every shudder as his hand shifted to her mid-back. He wasn’t sure what he was doing to make her react that way, but he’d always been told he had magic hands when it came to massages. “Are you still comfortable?” He asked again, not sure why he was whispering. Bella could hardly be heard as she softly moaned at his touch. Sam felt himself going insane as their eyes met. Her lashes fluttered, his heart could’ve given out at any time.

It only took a second for Sam to realize what was actually going on. Bella moved up, now straddling him to the couch. A mere centimeter away from his lips as she felt her own hesitation. “Bella? C-Can we…” Sam started, but Bella cut him off. Their lips met with sparks under Sam’s skin. His hands drifted to her waist, rubbing slow circles with his thumb as their tongues mingled. One of Bella’s hands moved to his hair, lacing together with gelled, blonde strands. Even lightly brushed against his hair almost made him burst, but whatever Bella was doing to him made him weaker to the touch.

Their kiss broke with Sam panting, holding on tighter with one hand on Bella’s waist. Basically guiding her to grind against the center of his crotch. “Ohhh… Oh god, Bella…” Sam couldn’t help begging for her, what else was he supposed to do with a beautiful woman on his dick? Her hips gyrated, moving forwards and back to tease at his quickly hardening cock.

It’d been too long for Sam. He didn’t fool around as much as he had before Bella came to town, but she was enough to dedicate his life to a monogamous relationship. “Y-You’re so fucking good, holy shit…” He gasped as her hands trailed up his chest. Holding herself firm as she now stopped and held herself up. Moving down, she positioned herself between his legs. Sam propped himself up, sweaty and confused. Watching Bella lay on her stomach with a determined look in her eyes, she understood her intentions as she unbuckled his checkered belt. Her soft hands pulled down blue checkered boxers, taking in everything slowly.

Sam’s ears were burning hot, he threw his head back to avoid her seeing his embarrassment. Bella, on the other hand, slid her hand around his cock with love. Licking her lips with anticipation as she took it all in. Gently kissing the blushing head of his cock, leaking precum and begging for more. Sam writhed under her, missing her lips after every sweet peck down the shaft. He begged, desperate for something that wasn’t a teasing kiss. Bella listened, smiling devilishly as she swept her long black hair behind her.

Bella’s hands firmly stayed on Sam’s hips, making sure he wasn’t bucking too hard. Her mouth wrapped around him warmly, lowering slowly to halfway, then bobbing back up. “S-Shit..” Sam cursed, biting his lip to stop from exclusively swearing. His right hand gripped at the back of the couch, while his left hand trailed to Bella’s head. Softly petting as she moved with intention. Her big eyes looking up as if she wasn’t melting him with each move she made.

“B-Bella slow down, Please-” She bobbed faster, and stopped teasing him. His hand now gripped in her hair, inky black strands lacing between his fingers. “Fuck- Fuck, you’re so good to me, Wh-” Sam’s rambling was cut short by his body near folding from her mouth hitting the base of his cock. Sam wasn’t monstrously lengthy, but he was still slightly longer than average. Aside from the fact that he wasn’t getting very many blowjobs, he’d just assumed deepthroating didn’t exist. Tortuously, she moved her mouth up, with her tongue pressed to the bottom of his shaft. Sam couldn’t keep his mouth closed. A mixture of her name, whimpering, and swears poured out as she worked her head up and down. His head pounded, a whooshing in his ears grew louder.

Without warning her, Sam crumpled under her. Cumming into her mouth, now holding onto her head gently to keep her still. Bella moaned, the vibrations only making him moan out louder as he bottomed out. She pulled herself off as his hands fell, a quiet ‘pop’ broke the humming in his head. As she got up and left towards the kitchen. He’d realized the timer started going off when Sam heard the creaking of her oven door. “Bella?” Sam called out, almost missing her after she left the room. A second later, Bella’s head peeked around the wall of the kitchen. “Do you still want pizza?” She acted like she hadn’t just been on his cock, like she still couldn’t taste him in her throat.

“No, I think I want something else.” He propped himself up, smiling back at her.

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voicesknewmyghosts · 1 year

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Take A Piece Of Me With You

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Synopsis: Tara finally has you alone.

TW: rough sex, Top Tara, Bottom Reader.

They are consenting adults in a kinky relationship, they both have safewords and have discussed scenes previously.

Finally. The apartment is empty. No Sam, no Chad, no Mindy. The silence is almost…deafening, considering how loud this place has been over the months with everyone living together and having game nights and dinners together. Tara places her bag down on the table and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and basking in the silence that has fallen over the apartment.

It’s been a crazy few months evading Ghostface once again and trying to settle into a somewhat normal life as a college student. You had been her constant throughout it all; her beautiful girlfriend, someone who stood by her even when her anger seemed to get the best of her; someone who served as the buffer between her and her sister Sam; someone who made her feel safe, calm and like the world might still have good people left in it.

Tara wasn’t one to be the soppy person in a relationship; especially after Amber and the betrayal she experienced; but when you walked into her life? It felt like something had slotted back into place. The anger that had been bubbling at the surface ready to explode dissipated any time you smiled at her. The lonely nights spent shaking after nightmares of being attacked became non-existent with you being there every single time to hold her through any bad night she had.

You had become her rock, and she wanted to repay you with something only she could give you.

Looking at her watch, Tara estimated she had around 30 minutes before you got home, so she quickly got to work, getting everything ready for when you walked in the door. She wanted this night to be perfect, and she was going to do everything in her power to ensure it was.

You’ve had a long day. Your eyes feel heavy, your body feels like you’re dragging it through mud, and all you want to do is collapse into the arms of your girlfriend and let her take it all away. Except, when you walk into your apartment, she’s nowhere to be found. This strikes you as odd, and after the last couple months of being stalked by a killer; you’re high on edge. You quietly put your bag down on the floor and call out for Tara, reaching for the knife on the counter top only to breathe a sigh of relief when she replies.

You head to the bedroom, heart rate only just returning to normal until you see your Tara; your beautiful, stunning, sexy Tara sat on the bed in the most wonderful set of red lingerie you’ve ever set your eyes on. She looks at you with hooded eyes, and does something that causes your entire brain to short circuit.

She licks her lips.

Tara outstretches her hand, crooking her pointing finger and beckons you forward. You feel as if you’re on the end of the leash and she’s pulling you to her; all bodily autonomy is forgotten as your legs start moving before your brain even knows what’s happening.

“There’s my pretty girl.” She mumbles, hands already feeling their way down your arms, squeezing the muscles she feels there. She’s staring into your soul, her dark eyes are blown with lust and the way she’s sitting on the side of the bed with her legs wrapped around yours keeping you pinned in is singlehandedly going to end you, you’re sure of it. And that’s not even including the way her voice has dropped a few octaves.

Tara Carpenter is going to be the death of you. You just hope it happens after what she has planned.

“I know we haven’t had time to ourselves lately.” She says, hands still feeling their way around you, electrifying every cell in your body. “I want to make it up to you, my princess. Do you think you can let me do that?”

No words are capable of being formed in your already hazy mind. A quick, frantic nod makes the girl in front of you chuckle before she stands, hands either side of your face, pulling you down to meet her.

She places the softest of kisses to your lips, taking her time exploring how you taste, how your lips feel against hers. You place your hands on her hips, gently squeezing and rubbing your thumbs in circles over her skin.

You could spend forever like this; lost in the feel of Tara’s lips against yours, her hands caressing your face, the soft skin of her hips underneath your fingertips. You completely forget everything that’s happened the last few months; you forget the hard day you had and just let yourself get lost in Tara.

You don’t even notice she’s started turning you around until you’re pushed onto the bed, tripping over your own feet as you fall backwards onto the soft covers. You don’t even have time to ask Tara what she’s doing before she’s on top of you, using what little body weight she has to pin you under her, keeping you from being able to move.

Her hands pin yours above your head, her legs pin yours down. You try wriggling only to be met with no movement at all. Tara has you completely at her mercy, and you’re certainly not complaining.

“There. Don’t you look so perfect like that? Completely at my mercy?”

Her voice is teasing as she peers down at you. Her eyes are boring holes into your soul, her gaze is so intense it makes you try to squirm away from the attention. Except, she doesn’t allow that. She tsks at you when you try to wriggle away from her penetrating gaze while pushing you further into the bed.

“Come on now my pretty girl, no need to get shy. I just want to make you feel good.”

Tara leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss so ferocious your breath is knocked out of your lungs and the heat between your legs becomes unbearable. You whine into her mouth, trying to push your hips up into hers, desperately searching for some kind of friction.

Tara allows it for a moment; a fleeting moment where you’re able to grind against her leg filling you with the pleasure you’re so desperate for. And then she pulls away, and you have never groaned so loud in your life, whining like a pathetic puppy waiting for their owner's attention.

The devil above you chuckles as she drags her tongue down your neck, sucking your skin in between her teeth as she leaves marks as dark as the night sky so everyone can see just who the needy mess beneath her belongs to.

If you were in any kind of right mind you might have told her not to mark you so hard, wanting to save the humiliation of attempting and - ultimately - failing to hide the bruises she leaves all over your neck from the other people in your life. But your mind feels empty; like you’re floating away to another dimension the more Tara sucks and nibbles and bites you.

You feel her hands caressing your ribs under your shirt, her nimble fingers drawing gasps from you with every gentle pattern she draws on your sensitive skin. Within seconds Tara has sat up above you and ripped off your shirt and bra, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to her ministrations. Without a pause for breath her mouth is on your chest; her teeth nibbling, her tongue dancing and leaving wet, warm trails all over your skin. Your hands are still pinned; something you’re desperately beginning to fight so that you can feel the devil above you’s skin against yours; so you can scratch marks as red as blood down her back as she tears you apart and builds you back together. You want her to feel how good she makes you feel; you want her to have marks that remind her of what she can do to you.

Your whining and pathetic attempts to fight the girl’s grip on your arms must have finally gotten through to Tara because she smirks while letting your skin go with a pop from its prison in her mouth.

“You want to feel me too, hm?” Her eyes are so dark you can’t see the beautiful brown you normally get lost in, and all you can do to answer her is a frantic nod.

You realise - even though your mind is so lost in the depths of subspace and being at the mercy of someone who has the ability to simultaneously destroy you completely and build you back stronger than you’ve ever been - that you must look like a pathetic, trembling, whining mess of somebody who prides themselves on being an independent, strong woman. You realise that you should probably try to save yourself the humiliation of being Tara’s little play toy, and yet, at the same time, you realise that giving Tara this control over you is just as powerful as being the one in control. You feel safe with this woman, but you are giving her the freedom to do whatever she wants to you; anything at all, and you would be powerless to stop her. And that, in itself, is freeing.

And then Tara takes her bra off and all thoughts - however fleeting, disappear into the void as she finally lets your hands go.

Jolts of electricity hit your wet cunt as she takes your nipple into her mouth and gently sucks, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud. You use your newfound freedom to scratch deep marks into her naked back, making her groan and tremble beneath your touch. You wrap your still clothed legs around her back, drawing her ever closer to you, not wanting to risk her trying to move away from you.

“Tara, please baby.” You are fully aware of how pathetic you sound, but right now, you couldn’t care less. “Please baby touch me.”

Your voice is breathy and high pitched, but you’re only greeted with a smirk wrapped around your nipple.

“Patience my pet.” Tara practically purrs as she takes her sweet time trailing her tongue down your chest and to your stomach. “Good girls get rewarded, but you have to be patient.”

You almost cum on the spot as her fingers hook into your pants and finally, finally expose your dripping pussy to the cold air.

Your head suddenly feels so heavy as you watch Tara lick her lips as she lowers her mouth level with your cunt.

“Oh my babygirl you are so wet for me.” She purrs, slipping a finger easily through your soaked folds. You can’t help the choked moan that is ripped from your throat the moment you feel Tara’s hot breath against your clit, and you can’t help reaching your hands down to hold her head where you need her most.

She obliges, nipping her tongue out to draw soft, gentle circles around your clit. Her nails dig crescent shaped holes into your thighs as she holds your legs down, still wanting you to feel restrained even if she’s allowing you the mercy of holding onto her hair. You can’t keep your head up to look at her any longer so you drop it down to the pillow and allow your girl to take care of you.

You’re certain Tara was a torturer in a past life. Her ability to tease you until you’re crying and sobbing for her to finally push you over the edge is unnerving to say the least. Her tongue against your clit and her practiced movements are carefully planned to keep you just slowly coming towards the edge at a pace so leisurely it’s agonising.

“Tara, please-”

A sharp stinging pain against your bare thigh silences whatever begging you were about to do, and when you risk a glance down at the devil between your legs you’re greeted with a stern look that soaks the sheets beneath you with your wetness.

You decide that trying to get Tara to listen to you is a losing battle, and so you do the only thing you can think of:

You grab her head and grind.

Big mistake.

It’s shocking to you; just how much strength this five foot nothing girl holds in her tiny body. You always find yourself enamoured by it; whether it’s watching her play soccer with friends, or going to the gym together, or play fighting at home.

But you don’t think you’ve ever been this shocked at her hidden strength.

She has you bent over her lap in a split second; all wriggling legs and frantic hands desperately trying to find a grip on the unwaivering rock holding you down.

Sharp stinging pains begin to erupt from your upturned bottom; every hit is measured and placed perfectly to produce the maximum amount of pain. Blood rushes to your head; you don’t even hear the loud thwack of Tara’s palm colliding with your exposed skin that echoes around the otherwise silent room. You don’t even realise you’re crying out with every spank until Tara is shoving your underwear into your mouth with a promise to make you regret it if you were to dare to spit it out.

“I told you,” she punctuates every word with a hard spank, making the stinging pain in your bottom become near unbearable, “patient, good girls get rewarded. It appears you are neither a patient nor a good girl.”

She lays ten more hard, powerful spanks to your behind before placing your numb, lifeless body on the bed then disappearing somewhere out of sight. You would call out for her if your mind wasn’t as fuzzy as it is, if you didn’t feel like you were floating through clouds on your way to a different heavenly dimension. Instead you lie still, basking in the weightless feeling coursing through your body, content to just take whatever Tara has planned for you.

You can feel her eyes on your exposed body. You can feel her rake her stare over the skin that’s glistening with sweat in front of her, admiring the state she’s managed to put you in. You feel the bed dip as she climbs on top of you, and when you look up you’re face to face with the person who managed to tear you apart and leave you a trembling, uncomfortably wet mess with no ability to form thoughts.

The smirk she gives you leaves a sticky mess between your legs.

“How do you feel, pretty girl?” She asks you with concern as she leans down to pepper kisses on your forehead.

“Good.” You manage to croak out, trying to convey through eye contact alone just how much you need Tara inside of you and how much you need her now.

“Oh? Is someone a little desperate, hm?” She teases, beginning the torturous trail of her tongue slowly down your body once again. You try to reach for her; beg her to touch you but your limbs feel like they're encased in concrete and so, deciding (for once) to be her good girl, you lie your head down and relax, much to the delight of the woman currently swirling her tongue through your wet folds.

“That’s my good girl.” She cooes. “Now, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve begging me for, and you are going to take it like my good girl, or I will spank you until you physically can’t take it anymore. Understand?”

The frantic nodding of your head makes the little devil chuckle, and she doesn’t give you any time to change your mind before she takes your clit into her mouth, sucking it and licking it like her life depends on it.

The moans that are escaping your mouth are grotesque to say the least; but you can’t stop them, not when Tara is spreading you open and plunging two fingers deep into your heat, fucking you with such abandon that you think she’s going to split you apart from the inside out. Her lips are still wrapped around your clit, her tongue moving at a steady pace and you feel yourself tumble over the edge with a scream, the pleasure coursing through your body already feeling like it's too much to handle.

You want to catch your breath, let the orgasm ride its way out of your body, but you’re not given that privilege. Instead, your legs are thrown over Tara’s shoulders and she’s entering you with your favourite strap, stretching your tight walls around its length, not letting you adjust before she’s ramming into you hard, using your hips as leverage to get herself as deep as possible.

You’re certain if she manages she to keep this up for much longer you’re going to pass out, and you do try to tell her you don’t think you can handle the pace but the dark look she gives you is enough to make you keep your mouth, knowing the consequences if you can’t take what she gives you.

And so you lie there, legs spread lewdly apart, your pussy squelching with every rough movement of your girlfriend’s hips. You fall over the cliff much less graciously than before when she reaches down to play with your clit, gasps and groans being ripped from your throat as dark spots begin to appear at the edges of your vision.

Your body is so numb you can’t even tell when Tara flips you on your front, pulling at your hips to put you onto all fours, and then she’s pushing inside of you once more and slamming her hips into yours. She grabs onto your ponytail, wrapping the roots of your hair around her fingers and pulls.

Two things happen at once: first, your walls constrict almost painfully once more as the nimble fingers circling your very sensitive clit push you over the cliff into yet another climax, second; Tara pushes your head down into the mattress and ruts into you like a bitch in heat, slamming her hips as hard and as fast as she can.

You can’t take it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your body goes completely limp, the ache in your cunt from the rough fucking is pushed so far to the back of your mind you can almost forget its there. You can hear Tara grunting next to your ear - a tell tale sign she’s about to cum - but it sounds like she’s 100 miles away, your senses have numbed, the world around you has become distant and far away, lost to your hazy mind.

“One more babygirl, one more for me.” Tara grunts into your ear. You can tell she’s close by the way her hips are losing their rhythm and she’s getting rougher with every stroke. You focus on the sensation of her expertly hitting that spongy spot inside of you, focus on the dominating weight of her lying on your back as she ruts into you, nails scratching angry red marks into your back as she uses your skin for leverage.

And then you’re screaming; the constriction of your already battered cunt so painful your head goes foggy, and you let yourself get lost into the haziness as your heavy eyes close and the world goes dark.

You wake to the feeling of warmth surrounding every muscle of your body. Gentle hands are carefully running a soft cloth down your legs, cleaning up the mess she made. You’re so sore, so stiff, and the feeling of even the gentlest of touches down there makes you groan and shift away.

“Hello sleepy head.” The devil in disguise greets you, leaning down to place a soft kiss to your forehead. You can only groan in response, but you reach out for her, desperate to have something to hold onto as you begin to crash back down to Earth.

“I’m sorry I went so rough, are you okay?” You can hear the concern in her voice and do everything you can to reassure her you’re okay without words, looking up at her with big soft eyes trying to convey every emotion you’re feeling right now. She seems to understand and thanks you with a sleepy smile and a kiss to your lips.

“I’m going to finish cleaning you up, then I’ll get you out of the bath and we can put a movie on?” You nod in response, letting your eyes close as your girl takes care of you, letting her do what she needs to after a rough scene to make sure you’re okay.

You drift off as the warm water lulls you into a peaceful sleep, and Tara can’t help but admire your sleeping form.

She picks you up carefully so as not to wake you, dries you off as best she can, gently places you onto the fresh sheets on your bed and grabs water and snacks before joining you back in the bed. She sits there for a while holding you close to her, admiring the marks she left all over you and the way you look so peaceful curled up in her arms.

Tara doesn’t know what she did in life to deserve you, but if she’s sure of one thing; she’ll do everything she can to earn the right to call you hers.

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ramblingandwritings · 1 year

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Vergil NSFT alphabet

18+ for filth. If your blog says you're a minor then you're gonna get blocked

It hit me that I never wrote one of these for Vergil and I needed to fix that

A = Aftercare

Bathing is what he prefers. Being able to touch you casually and show affection without feeling awkward is an absolute joy for him. Since it's usually the end of the night, it's also time for the two of you to relax together

He actually needs aftercare, he won't admit to it easily, but he needs the closeness. Leaving him alone for too long after sex hurts him, he starts feeling used and ashamed

He doesn't want to come across as needy or weak in your eyes so he won't mention it under normal circumstances

B = Body Part

He's not picky in either case

C = Cum

Always inside unless you want something else. He stays buried in you until he has to pull out or he's hard enough for another round

Hates condoms, but he'll wear them if you prefer them

If he's in his devil form, he cums way more. Enough that it rushes out around his cock

D = Dirty Secret

He's just as filthy and depraved as Dante, it takes trust to bring it out of him though

E = Experience

Vergil has had only one or two partners before you. He has an idea of what to do and what he likes in theory but not much practical experience

F = Favourite Positions

Wrapped lotus and full nelson. Missionary is fine, but he does worry about accidentally crushing you and it keeps him from fully relaxing into it

G = Goofy

Surprisingly, not as serious as you'd figure when he gets comfortable in the relationship. He keeps his snarky sense of humor and quick wit

H = Hair

He's not hairless like V is, but his hair is so light and thin, it's hardly noticeable

I = Intimacy

Once he gets comfortable being fully vulnerable he'll fully admit to loving you and showing tenderness

Even during rough sex, he retains a hidden sweetness. He trusts you to tell him if you're uncomfortable with something, but he still checks in just in case

J = Jack-Off

Not often. He prefers to come to you to take care of any needs that might arise

K = Kink

Edging, orgasm denial, shibari, bondage, domination, overstimulation

L = Location

Anywhere private, where no one can hear or walk in

M = Motivation

Being bratty towards him gets him going pretty fast. He'll fuck the attitude right out of you until you're good to him again

N = No

Doesn't enjoy pain play or blood play. He won't let you collar him either. Anything that reminds him of his time as Nelo Angelo is off the table

He doesn't want to use his sin devil trigger. There's just too many risks involved for him to feel comfortable

O = Oral

He'll hold your hips down to keep you from going anywhere until he's through with you. He'll moan against you if you pull his hair

You're not gonna be able to fit him in your mouth and he knows it. He'll laugh at you if you repeatedly try it

P = Pace

Rough and slow

Q = Quickie

Not into it. He can wait til later and he expects you to be able to wait too

R = Risk

Down to experiment, even willing to bring out his lesser devil trigger if you think you can take it

Doppelgangers too

S = Stamina

There's no chance in hell you'll outlast him, even on your best day. If you challenge that then you're not leaving the house any time soon

T = Toy

Doesn't really care for many of them especially vibrators. It's not jealousy or anything like that, they just don't appeal to him

He's fine using cock rings if you'd like him to

U = Unfair

Like V, he can tolerate being denied for a long time, but he can outlast his other half. He can handle being edged and denied for over a month before he has to tap out. The downside is near the end, he starts getting agitated towards everyone that's not you

If you choose to make him wait like that, know turnabout is fair play and he doesn't show mercy

V = Volume

Pretty quiet until he starts getting close to cumming. The exception to this is if you're blowing his back out, then he gets loud quick

The louder he can make you get, the more amused he is

W = Wild Card

He's very interested in predator/prey play. Vergil gives you a head start, but there's no escaping him. He doesn't care about playing fair, he'll gladly trick in front of you just to mess with you

X = X-Ray

Uncut and thick as hell. His cock clocks nine inches easy and curves upward slightly

Y = Yearning

Vergil has a sex drive to rival Dante. Until fairly recently, he's had no reason to use it so he mostly ignored it

Z = ZZZ

He stays awake long enough to read a couple chapters in whatever book he's currently reading. He has a hard time sleeping even when he's tired, it's a way to help him wind down

#Vergil x reader #Devil May Cry x reader #Vergil #Devil May Cry #NSFT #NWS

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 8 months

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Vampire 🦇✨

Summary: Hawkins is slowly returning back to normal after the defeat of Vecna and the destruction of The Upside Down.

Then an unexplained death happens, people go missing and Eddie returns, miracously alive.

With a taste for blood... He's still the same Eddie you've fallen in love with but he's now a creature of the night.

A vampire.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, character death, smut, 18+, minors dni, soulmate Au, blood sharing.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

🦇♥️

Halloween was fast approaching in Hawkins, preparations were in full swing this year.

After the earthquake that hit in March, due to Vecna/The Upside Down defeat and months of clean up and rebuilding, Hawkins finally was getting back to some semblance of normality.

Or as normal as this town could get anyway.

You should have known that it was never going to last...

🦇🎃

The first inkling that anything was afoot was when Justin didn't show up at Family Video, usually he came in once a week to see how you, Robin and Steve were getting along.

It didn't immediately make you suspicious if you're being honest you were kind of relieved because for a couple of weeks, Justin had been insisting you go on a date with him.

When he didn't show up the next week it was a little more worrying. Normally if he couldn't make it then he would phone in. No one had heard a peep from him.

It was strange but Steve had went into total denial mode that anything was wrong, you couldn't blame him for that.

Everyone had been through enough shit to last a lifetime the last few years.

Nancy suggested you do some digging with her to ease your mind, you didn't have to look far.

Justin lived on the other side of town, you and Nancy went to his apartment.

The smell alerted you before anything else did, the faint metallic hint in the air that gave away all the blood inside of his home.

After calling Jim at a payphone and explaining the situation, within hours it was quickly confirmed that Justin was dead.

The way he died was the strangest thing. After dealing with monsters from The Upside Down, Vecna's murders this was equally as horrifying.

Justin died from blood loss, he was drained of every drop of blood. Authorities ( the mayor) blamed it on an animal attack but you, Hopper and Nancy all thought different.

The disappearances began right after that. Different people, mostly woman were vanishing off the street, it wasn't a huge amount but it was enough for everyone to take notice.

"Are we thinking this is the work of a serial killer?" Nancy asks as you both finish working on the newspaper for the next day, having secured jobs at Hawkins post.

"It looks like it. But who? I except for mostly woman this killer has no target age, he or she is targeting from a wide range of age, backgrounds, jobs. There's no pattern just that he or she strikes at night"

"Since Justin there's been no body found so that's a good thing or he or she is disposing of them in other ways" Nancy suggests and you shudder.

"We don't know who this person is, their motive or a thing. It's like this person is a ghost or some boogeyman" You shiver.

Notices from the police went up around town. Flyers with rules for people to never walk home alone, travel in groups of three or four.

If anything suspicious was observed then they were to phone the police.

Steve had taken to driving you, Nancy and a Robin home from work which was sweet,

Something else that you hadn't told anyone was that you were beginning to see Eddie everywhere, your dreams filled with him.

You didn't want to say anything incase it upset Dustin was missing Eddie like crazy since he died.

Truthfully, you did too. You and Eddie had been growing close before he died and you were devastated by his death.

When you went with Steve and Hopper to retrieve his body after the earthquake, it was gone. Swallowed up by the earthquake itself you presumed and the thought made you angry.

He had died a hero for this shitty town that hadn't deserved Eddie dying for them, when most of the residents thought he was a freak and a murderer.

For the last few months before his death you had really fallen for Eddie, you missed him so much and you knew it was impossible but it's like you could still feel him sometimes.

It was wishful thinking but shit... You wished it was true.

🦇🎃

The bat had been outside your window for two nights. Normally, you wouldn't be bothered about this but after the Demobats, actual bats creeped you out.

It unnerved you just looking at the thing, why was it hanging on the tree outside your house and not in a cave with other bats?

Your dreams for the following nights were full of dark eyes watching you sleep, the feeling of a prescence just beyond your reach.

It woke you up from your sleep, scalp prickling with fear.

That fucking bat was still outside your window when you checked, hanging upside down on the tree, it's black eyes wide open and staring.

Yup, there was no way you were sleeping tonight.

🎃🦇

Three things happened all at once, the Missing woman began to come back one by one with blood loss and memory lapses.

Hawkins hospital was broken into and it's blood bags were gone.

Eddie's uncle Wayne phoned Hopper in the night, almost hysterical and saying Eddie was alive.

All the gang had rushed over shocked. It had been almost two months, where had Eddie been?

Dustin immediately threw himself in Eddie's arms, hugging him.

"Dude, how did you survive. You were dead, you died!" Eddie is quiet and ruffles Dustin's hair. He looks so tired, he's in slacks and a Metallica shirt, hair up in a bun.

"When I woke up, I don't know how I woke up because I should have been dead. I spent a while down... down there. Crawled my way out and... It's all a blur after that. I don't remember anything"

Steve pats him on the back, he looks relieved that Eddie is okay but pissed off at the same time.

"Dude, what did I say? Don't be a hero" Eddie shrugs there's a sheepish grin on his face.

"Nice to see you too Steve" he jokes and you hurry to hug him too. Tears roll down your cheeks and his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, letting out a tiny moan.

Then he stiffens, he practically throws you off him and there's gasps all around when you look at his face...

His pupils are black, red veins pulse under his eyes and you step back stunned.

"Keep her away from me" he begs to Steve who nods trying to placate Eddie and moves you behind him.

Your heart is racing, fear pulses through his veins and his rejection fucking hurts.

"Eddie what the hell happened to you?" Nancy asks and Max frowns moving a step closer as she scrutinises Eddie.

"You look dead Munson" Eddie snorts and collapses back on his bed.

"It's... She smells so good. Her blood, you have to keep her away" he groans and everyone freezes.

"Okay, he's a vampire right?" Steve announces and Robin and Nancy look at him like he's crazy.

"Vampires, don't exist Steve. This must be a side effect of the bats venom or something" Nancy argues but she falls silent for a second and turns pale.

"Did you kill Justin? All those missing girls that came back with their memories altered?" Eddie looks up, there's tears in his eyes and he's shaking.

"There was so much blood. When I crawled out from The Upside Down, I was half starved and I can't remember much after that, when I did start piecing together what I done... I broke into the blood bank so I wouldn't hurt anyone else"

Shit...

"And those girls" Nancy asks and Eddie swallows.

"I couldn't hurt them, not like I hurt Justin. I told them to forget what happened and go away' he turns to Steve, I'm a monster man, I didnt want this. I was meant to go as a hero... Not come back like this"

Dustin moves towards him, as does Lucas and Mike.

"It's okay, we will fix this. We'll help you"

You nod along and agree with them not knowing how to help Eddie yet but you would try your damn hardest.

♥️

Two weeks have passed and Eddie is doing better, he's getting through less blood bags a day and he's more himself, the same over dramatic, sarcastic yet sweet guy that you were beginning to fall for before... well before shit hit the fan.

Hopper has cleared any charges against Eddie for the murders that Vecna committed yet everyone thought he did.

Despite everything that happened it was like some people still had their head in the sand regarding the events in Hawkins.

Despite what he is now, Eddie is still Eddie and you are still drawn to him and have this strange new ability where you can sense him before he appears.

It's like you're body is hyper aware of him, more so than ever.

Like now, with everyone at your house for movie night, you can feel Eddie's eyes on you and smile at him.

When everyone leaves you begin to tidy up or at least you think everyone has left as you sense Eddie before you even turn around.

He's waiting for you at the door and you beam at him.

"Hi" he nods and looks like he's ready to bolt but you gently take his hand.

"Wait, please. I miss you Eddie" he turns to you and he looks torn gently reaching out to caress your cheek.

"I miss you too" You move closer and he closes his eyes. When he opens them his eyes have a faint hint of red.

"I don't want to hurt you princess"

Princess... God, you've missed that nickname. Ever so gently you take his hand.

"I'm not scared of you Eddie, I know you would never ever hurt me" he stares at you for a second the red in his eyes slowly begins to vanish.

"I want you so badly sweetheart. I was falling for you before this happened and now everything is so fucking heightened. All I can think about is kissing you"

Arousal pools in your body.

"Kiss me. You know how much I want you too Eddie, I have for a long time and you being a vampire doesn't change that"

He kisses you. It's passionate and demanding and he hitches you up in his arms and carries you up to your bedroom.

You're lost in pleasure, sinful moans from you and Eddie fill the room.

"You're so beautiful" he grunts as you straddle him. Every thrust sends him deeper inside of you and he's moaning your name, hands digging into your backside, his lips and teeth pleasuring your breasts.

"I love you princess. So fucking much" You feel a wave of euphoria as he says this and gently cup his cheeks with your hand.

"I love you too Eddie" his eyes begin to turn the faintest hint of red but as you stroke his cheek it fades as quickly as it came.

"It's okay, I trust you" You use your nail to make a cut just above your breasts. He gazes at you with lust filled eyes and you move faster and faster as he latches onto your chest lapping at the blood.

Then he kisses up to your jaw, then your neck and bites down gently on it.

He pulls away and creates a cut on his wrist, moving your head down so you can taste his blood.

The orgasm hits you both at the same time, it's mindblowing. Eddie moves back to your neck as the pleasure takes over and you almost black out from how good it feels.

You're shaking from the intensity of the orgasm and Eddie helps you lie down.

"Eddie that was incredible" he wipes the tears away from your face and smiles.

"I know princess. It was mind-blowing. Fuck, I can't stay away from you. There's this pull I feel towards you and I know you feel it for me too"

Yes you do. You nod and his fingers entwine with yours.

"I love you sweetheart, we can make this work. I know it"

You know it will work, it's just something you know deep in your bones. It's not like you can explain it, it's just true.

"I love you Eddie and I know we will"

♥️🦇🍁

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie angst #eddie munson angst #vampire eddie x reader #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson fluff

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strangerthingsn · 6 months

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Bruised

Part 1

Eddie x whore!reader

summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.

warnings part 1: 18+, traumas, abuse, sex, female reader, hospital, blood, pussy eating, and more.

“I don’t use condoms if you don’t want me then leave.” He looks mad, he was a big man with much muscles, you were afraid it you were really honest. He was also a lil handsome tho, he had dark curls and blue eyes.

“that’s okay sir…” it was not. It was not your rule you not on the pill cause you didn’t have the money..but what if he beats you up? You don’t want that to happen.

“come hire then.” He sits up and pulls you on all fours, he only had his jeans off and you were totally naked. Alan strokes himself a couple times then pushes in not so gentle. He didn’t finger you so it was not easy to get adjusted to his size (you weren’t even horny)

“ow” you say silently.

“don’t cry bitch.” He spanks you hard, that’s probably gonna bruise. You hold tears back but he didn’t seem to mind. He hurted you, it was the worst sex you ever had. “What was your name again?” He groans.

“Y/n..” you stutter.

“definitely gonna let you be hire-.. uhhh twice a month.” He groans “Good pussy.” He pulls your hair a bit. Ofcourse he hits the right spot but the pleasure doesn’t win from the pain. He cums into you after a while, pulls out without even thinking of letting you cum also.

“how much?” He pulls his boxers on again.

“40 dollar is okay..” you wipe the tears away and grab your panties off the ground.

——-

Alan told you he had to rush to some meeting so you’re alone in his room dressing yourself again. When you finish you grab your bag and you walk out of his room. You bumb into a young boy, about your age.

“oh sorry..” he looks at you “are you okay?”

“Ohh..uh..yes, thanks.”

“Did my dad pay?” He looks down at you with the same eyes his dad had only difference is that his aren’t blue but they are brown, he was adorable.

“yeah..” you nod.

“wanna drink something before you go?” He heads to the kitchen.

“uh sure, you have vodka.?” You follow him.

“Yeah, want it with cola?” The boy asks.

“Even better” you nod. He smiles and gets your drink ready, you walk into the living room and you wait for him on the couch.

“so..you’re fucking my dad now?” He sits next to you while giving your drink. Dad..You atleast know it’s his son now.

“yeah, it’s kinda my job” you shrug your shoulders.

“He’s a criminal you know that right?”

“no?”you take a sip of your drink.

“doesn’t matter, never mind” Eddie drinks some of his beer.

“so you are his son then?” You lean back against the couch.

“yeah, I wish I could say no to be honest”

“why is that?” You look at him.

“Because like I said he’s a criminal, he fucks girls 5 times younger then him… so kinda that..” he shrugs his shoulders. You and Eddie talked for another 10 minutes but you had to rush to the other guy you work for.

—- 5 months later ——

After Alan finishes himself he pulls out and lays down besides you with a joint in his mouth, you sit up and grab your clothes off the ground. You put your panties and bra back on and you grab your jeans.

“how much do I owe you?” He looks at you while exhaling smoke out of his mouth.

“uh, just as much a normal..”

“You’re becoming fat…or something. and I didn’t like it tonight.”

“oh…sorry, it just gets a lil more difficult…and I decided to just eat a lot more…” you lie course that’s not the reason your belly started growing “if you want I can do 5$ off..?”

“Mhm…What’s that?” He looks in your bag, you look the same way he does and while putting your jeans back you notice it was the pregnancy test he was looking at..

“uh, oh.. T-That’s..” you walks over to your bag and put some stuff over it.

“I asked you something.” He gets up and starts walking over to you.

“Im sorry sir…” you look down.

“Don’t let me ask it again.” He puts his hand under your chin and made you look up at him.

“Its n-nothing..”

“fuck you.” He beats your nose what had it bleeding, you gasp and use your index finger and thumb to hold your nose closed. “Don’t lie to me bitch.”

“sorry..” you sob, your nose had started bleeding even more and you feel dizzy.

“Who’s is it” he grabs a hand full off your hair and pulls hard to make you look up at him again.

“m-mine..”

“no slut. I mean who is the dad.” He slaps your cheek hard.

“y-you… sir..” You had started crying.

“fucking bitch that you are.” He kicks you a couple times really hard to the way of the door. “Get out and do fucking abortion.”

“ow..” you sob trying to get up on your hurting and shaking legs. “I-.. I can’t..” you open the door walking out of the bed room.

“oh. yes. you can” he hits you again, in your face, but this time on your eye. “I already saw it because of your fucking disgusting fat body.” He kicks your knee what made you fall down on the ground in the living room. He kicks you again a couple times you don’t wanna know how many bruises you have.

“please…p-please stop” you’re crying.

“W-what’s….” His son had already walked out of his room and looked down at you. You were in pain but also ashamed having no shirt on so his son saw you in your bra. Alan had walked into his room again but left the door open and the son knew he was getting something. “Dad..leave her alone please…” Eddie tries when his dad walked out with a gun.

“you said you can’t do abortion, then I will help you.” He points the gun to your belly and shoots.

“DAD!” Eddie runs over to you and kneels down. Alan walks into his room again and slams the door shut. “Oh god..” he takes your hand and lays it on the wound. “C-can you keep that there?”

You nod and when he tries to pick you up you wrap your other arm around him. He walks over to the door grabbing the keys of the van. “H-hurts…” you mumble.

“yes. I know… I’m sorry..” He opens the frond door and walks out with you in his arms. “I’ll get you to a hospital” he opens the van door and sets you down on the seat. he grabs one of his own shirts off the ground in the van and helps you put it on. “That will keep you warm.. it’s used it might smells like sweat” you can’t help but smile a little bit.

He gets in on the other side and starts the car. “I’m really sorry, i normally live with my uncle but my dad wanted some time together with me since he got out of jail..” he starts driving and takes your hand. “Whats your name again?”

“y/n…” You look at his hand in yours.

“… I’m really sorry his happened… it was the same with my mom when she just gave birth to my little brother but I was too young to help her.. or my baby brother… but I wanna help you right now.”

You nod and smile as much as you could, you cough some blood but there came also a lil on his van. “s-sorry.. I’m so s-s…sorry.” You started crying more.

“no no no… it’s okay…” he rubs his thumb over your hand and drives a lil harder. “How old are you?”

“19” you sob.

“oh…. That’s-.. young…. You know the reason why he did this to you..?” He looks at you for a second.

“pre-..pregnant”

“are you?” He looks surprised and looks down at your belly. “Did he shot your baby.?”

You shrug your shoulders “don’ k-know…”

“that’s okay, we’re almost there, can you stay awake.?” You nod and look at him. “What’s your last name?” He started driving faster again.

“d-don’ know..”

“do you have family they can call.?”

You shake your head no. “Don’t have f-family..”

“oh…You want me to stay then.?” You did. You did want him to stay.

“p-please..” you nod. He wants you to keep talking so you won’t zone out, he wanted to ask you more about your job, he knew you came into his dads house to fuck him but you were 19, and his dad almost 60..

“Where do you live?”

“I’m m-my car or…a- a hotel… if I get paid enough a hotel..”

“Y-you have no home.?” He looks confused. You shake your head no with a lil sob. “Oh… well then you can live in my trailer together with me and my uncle, I’ll take the couch so you can have my bed. Then you can have a better job also” he smiles friendly.

“okay…” that’s to only thing you could say, you still had your hand on your belly, you’re loosing so much blood, you feel terrible and dizzy.

“Arrived..” Eddie parks the car “let me get a wheelchair okay? I’ll be quick” he smiles and runs out to get a wheelchair for you. You already opened the door so you could get out immediately if he had one. You thought about what Eddie said earlier, living with his uncle, you didn’t know the boy but he was nice.. he had some looks of his dad but obviously a nicer version.

In meanwhile Eddie came back. He sets the wheelchair next to the car and helps carefully you in it.

“are you okay?” He asks while closing the door and locking the van.

“well… no…” you sigh and a weak chuckle.

“I know.. stupid question..” he chuckles a lil too.

Eddie was pushing the wheelchair into the hospital and he talked to a woman about what happened, really quickly after there came a couple doctors.

“hello I’m a surgeon, and what we gonna do is; we gonna get you asleep, get the bullet out of there and stitch the wound for you, yeah?” A friendly doctor explained.

You nod and look at Eddie who sits down on a chair waving at you while they bring you somewhere in the hospital.

— 4 hours later —

You wake up with still pain but also another feeling. You open your eyes and you have to blink a couple times for the light. Eddie was giving you a kind of scalp massage.

“Oh..” Eddie takes his hand away from your head “hello, welcome back” he smiles.

“N-no” you whine and take his hand again to let him continue, it felt so good and now he stops.

“sorry” he chuckles and continues. “How are you feeling?”

“fine..” you sigh.

“your baby is alive and the wound is stitched”

“aah” you pull your shirt up and you look at the wound. “Hmm.. looks painful” you smile a bit.

“it does… my dad- I mean Alan is arrested again, I called the police”

“oh but I didn’t want you to loose your dad again..” you look up at him.

“I don’t mind, I really don’t, he abused me when I was younger and he killed my mom and brother like I told you”

“I’m sorry..” you take his hand.

“I can’t change the past anymore sadly”

“well I’m basically your stepmom and this..” you point at your belly “that’s your stepsister or stepbrother.” You joke.

“Never say that again” he laughs a little.

“okay okay” you laugh a little too.

“hey kid” you hear a voice you don’t know from the door. You turn around, to see an old man, he looked just a little bit like Alan.

“oh hey Wanye” Eddie gets up and walks over to him to gives him a hug, Wayne gives him a hug back and walks over to you.

“Pretty young for Alan aren’t you?” “I’m just a sex worker if I’m being honest” you shrug your shoulders.

“Hm.” Wayne seems a lil disgust.. “where did he hurt you more then your face?”

“uhh he shot me”

“he shot you? You’re kidding right?” He looks confused.

“no he really did, saw it happen..” Eddie stand next to him.

“hire” you lift your shirt up again just enough to see the wound.

“why did he do that.?” Wayne looks at it. “well… I’m pregnant, accidentally… I wanted to do abortion at first but I have no money..and it’s his, didn’t wanna say it but he noticed the test in my bag..”

“did he kill the baby.?”

“no the doctor just said he didn’t” you look at Eddie not even knowing his name.

“Oh okay.. and how old are you exactly?” He asks.

“19.” You mumble.

“Ok.. hey Eddie should we get some food?”

“Eddie” you say it soft while smiling that’s his name. It fits him very well.

“Yeah sure, do you want anything? I can pay?” Eddie asks you.

“O yes please… I will pay you back” you smile.

“don’t have to” He says while walking out with his uncle. You stay in bed waiting for them to come back.

“So you’re spending your time saving a sex worker young man?” Wayne aks Eddie if they were far enough for you not to hear it.

“I mean.. I saw her a couple times before, she was always smiling and nice, I found it sad for her and when this happened I didn’t wanna be the same asshole I was with my mom..”

“I think she just wanted to get you in bed with her”

“she isn’t like that Wayne. I swear.”

“you’re in love?”Wayne teases.

“no I’m not.” Eddie looks down.

“yes you are.”

——-

“I wasn’t sure if you like it but I got you this” Eddie gives you some strawberries with chocolate over them.

“Thank you so much! I never ate strawberries, I’ve always wanted to try them” you take it from him. Wayne sits on the chair and you sit up, you noticed Eddie still standing and there was no other chair so you pat your hand on the bed next to you. “You can sit hire”

“thanks” Eddie sits down next to you. You smile and start eating.

“This is so good! Thank you!” You continue eating them with a smile.

“you don’t have to thank me” Eddie smiles.

“I do!” You smile taking is hand. Wayne looks up at you.

“can you please not touch him.?” He asks, you look up at him and nod slowly, letting go of his hand and move a little away from him. You continue to eat silently while looking out of the window.

“Wayne seriously?!” Eddie looks annoyed and takes your hand. “I don’t mind it”

“you sure..?” You look a lil sad. “Your uncle is not wrong but I’ll never touch a boy like that without him not wanting it..”

“I know. You're just a girl like any other” Eddie smiles.

“except I have no money and soon a baby” you sigh.

“But I’ll help you”

“I wish he shot me in the head or something instead.” You chuckle but it actually wasn’t really a joke.

“don’t say that” he wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer. “Do you maybe have any friends?”

“no I’m alone… that’s why I wanna keep my son or daughter…”

“can you feed them, I mean.. with your money cause it looks like… you don’t really eat enough” Eddie looks at you.

“I always buy a bread, and eat it in a week, without anything on it”

“just bread? Nothing more?”

“well sometimes I get some food from men.. you know…” you eat your last strawberry.

“oh-..that’s nice…and do you know where your parents are?”

“They died both back in middle school, I never got to do high school..” you lay down, Eddie looks down at you full of guilt and he don’t know why.

“how did they die?” Wayne asks suddenly.

“oh, drugs and alcohol” you pull the blanket over you.

“I’m sorry kid” Wayne mumbles.

“it’s alright..”

“well…should we go Eddie?” Wayne gets up.

“I wanna stay the night with her” Eddie looks up at his uncle. Did he really?

“Uh fine, call me when you need me boy” he waves at you. You smile and wave back, so does Eddie. When Wayne leaves the room it was silent.

“how many moths is the baby actually?” Eddie looks at you again.

“I’m halfway there, the doctor thinks 20 weeks”you take the blanket off and pull your shirt up to show your belly. Eddie looks at it and smiles.

“they said that?” Eddie goes with his hand the way to your belly but stops when he thinks that you don’t wanna be touched. You smile and takes his hand to put it on your belly.

“Yes, and tomorrow I can get a scan so I can meet them for the first time” you smile big, Eddie had never seen a woman so happy as you were.

“you’re exited aren’t y- O MY GOD! I FELT SOMETHING!!” Eddie looks at his hand, you laugh at his sudden excitement.

“did you? I feel it all the time” you’re still chuckling a bit.

“I always dreamed of having a little family, but now I’m 22 and I still don’t have a girlfriend because I’m the freak of Hawkins…” he looks still at your belly.

“Awh don’t say that, all I wanted is a normal life, and yeah, I wanted a family with a kid and a husband but.. that’s not gonna be it either anymore..”

“We have much in common then..”

“you can lay down if you want?” You make some more place. Eddie nods and lays down, the bed was tiny, Eddie had still his hand on your belly and he’s head on the pillow. You look up at him just to see him already looking at you. Your faces were really close to eacother at this point.

“you’re so beautiful”Eddie whispers, you blush a little and you don’t break the eye contact.

“you’re gorgeous” you whisper back. Eddie lays his hand in your neck and pulls you closer with your lips almost against his, but that wasn’t gonna be it because a doctor walked in, you turn away really quick and act like nothing happened.

“hey” the doctor smiles.

“hey” Eddie smiles back.

“hello” you look up at her. Seriously?!

“just gonna check on some stuff don’t worry” she walks over to the blood bag what was going through your IV. Eddie watches her while playing with your hair.

“Aren’t you guys tired?” She asks.

“A little” you smiles.

“me too” Eddie says.

“you had much to worry about today, if i were you I should sleep” She writes something on a lil notebook in her hands.

“that’s true, we will” you smile.

“well should i turn the lights off?” She walks to the door.

“yeah” you smile “thank you”

“ofcourse” she smiles and leaves the room closing the door behind her. You lay your head down on the pillow but you turn around with your back Eddies way. He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist.

“why you holding me like this.?” “because you seem to like it..”

“I do” you turn to him again, and smile being not so sure he can see it it the dark.

“did you ever had a boyfriend?” He asks, you lay your head in his neck and cuddle back.

“Yes, well… kinda..You?”

“uh yeah two but not for long tho..”

“did you have sex with them?”

“Yeah ofcourse” he plays with your hair. “Did you with your boyfriend?”

“no i was 10 we didn’t even kiss” you chuckle.

“so you never had sex without it being your work?!”

“uh no not really” you smile.

“oh… thats.. so sad…”

“why.?”

“because for you it’s your work, but for the most people it’s something special you do out of love..” he thinks about it a lil longer.

“it’s crazy right? I hoped ill get a boyfriend and make love with him, but still not found the one”

“I wish I had a girlfriend too who would make love to me”

“Maybe I should just choose from the rich man I work for” you joke.

“No just need to find another job, and maybe you’ll find them man if your dreams”

“I can’t, seriously Eddie, who wants a 19 year old hooker who has a baby..” you close your eyes.

“me..” he says carefully. It made you laugh because it was obviously a joke.

“don’t make me laugh”

“Fine, fine..” he thinks you’re probably not into him, he would understand because who loves a freak?! Especially a lady like you deserves better.

“Lets sleep” you mumble.

“good night” he cuddles you closer and closes his eyes too.

—— 3 days later ——

“this is my big mansion” Eddie grins and opens the door of his trailer. The hospital said you were all healthy and you did a scan also turns out your baby is doing great! Eddie is been with you the whole time and you were in love with him.

“Woah big mansion sir” you smile and walk in together with him.

“sorry for the mess” he smiles.

“I don’t mind it at all” you look around “it’s cozy”

“thank you, well as you can see this is the living room” You see a tiny couch, tiny table and a tv. Eddie walks a little further into the trailer and walks into a tiny kitchen “kitchen… as you can see…andddd” he opens a door what was the bathroom, there was a bath in it but the bath was also a shower, a sink and a toilet. “The bathroom, obviously”

“niceee” you smile you thoughts were somewhere else…

“this is my uncles room, he’s working at night and comes home early in the morning” He points at a closed door.

“so he’s working now?” You look around a lil bit.

“yep, itsssss….” He looks on his watch “10PM so he’s just arrived” he takes your hand and walks over to his room. It was a lil bit messy but warm and it smelled like him. “This is your room for now, I’ll sleep on the couch” he walks over to his closet and grabs a shirt.

“I can sleep on the couch” you smile and sit down on his bed you look at him and you had so much butterflies in your stomach.

“don’t want you to.” He looks at you and gives the shirt.

“then we sleep together in the bed cause I don’t want you to either.” You grin and takes his shirt.

“fine by me, I’m gonna change too” he says while getting a shirt and sweatpants. Fuck you were wet… out of no where this man turned you on. You get up and take your shirt off. Eddie turns around to see you in a bra. You look up at him trying to give him a hint.

“u-uh… Im sorry… f-for looking..” he swallows.

“Eddie.?” You take off your bra also.

“y-yeah.?” He is nervous you could tell, but so were you.

“Can you try…m-making me feel good.?” You stutter, ofcourse you did “I mean-… l you don-“ he cuts you off.

“yes baby I will try..” he puts some hair behind your ear with stepping closer and goes with his hands over your boobs slowly. “How could my dad just hurt this beauty” he kisses you, you kissed back, not hard, he starts slowly. He goes with his hands down and rubs them slowly over your waist. It already felt so safe. You’re so turned on, this man was gorgeous. He starts kissing a little harder and deeper, more desperate. You did that too and he rubs his tongue over your bottom lip, that’s said enough for you and you let his tongue in.

Your tongues going together in a perfect rhythm. He squeezes your ass what had you moaning into his mouth. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. You hold him close so you could feel his hard cock against your clothed cunt. He grinds a little what feels so good.

“gonna lay you down”he kisses you again and lays you carefully down on the bed. he pulls away so you could lay good. His bed was comfy, and when you got comfortable on the bed you open your legs for Eddie to lay in between. He smiles and sits between your legs and then he gets ontop of you, putting no weight on you. He kisses again but this time immediately with tongue. You put your hands under his shirt to feel his body, he’s so perfect.

“c-can you take..y-you shirt off sir.?” You ask nervously.

“don’t call me sir baby.. just Eddie is good” he kisses your cheek and takes his shirt off.

“Okay Eddie” you smile a little.

“Those men ruined you..” he frons.

“sorry” you look at his tattoos.

“Please don’t apologize anymore.. you sure you wanna do it.?” He kisses your neck.

“y-yes sir.” You lay your hands next to you.

“Eddie, it’s just Eddie..” he takes your hands and puts them on his back “don’t be afraid to touch me”

“thank you” you smile and go with one hand over his body and with the other you play with his hair.

“you do fore play?” He pulls away for a second.

“I did by men” you nod.

“did men by you?” He rubs your waist again.

“no” you shake your head no.

“poor girl..” he kisses your breast and sucks your nipple. You close your eye and whimper a bit. He was extremely good in this. You know he did it a million times before. You look down at him, he had his eyes closed really enjoying the moment and he was adorable. You sit up a bit and kiss his forehead, that made him look up and he kisses you again. Then he kisses down your jaw to your neck, and then over your chest to your belly, when he finishes he gives a last little kiss on the wound.

“can I touch you now?” He asks with a soft smile.

“Yeah” you nod.

“good” he smiles and starts kissing your breast again, he slides with his hand all over your body, he squeezes your tits, plays with your nipple, he rubs his hand over your waist and then he finally slides his hand into your pants. He slowly rubs your clint and between your soaking folds, he sucks your nipple what had you moaning. You want more, you grind against his fingers what made it even better.

“good girl” he slowly lets one finger sink into your soaking hole. You moan and take his hand, Eddie takes your hand too and kisses your knuckles. He starts pumping his fingers into you, not too fast not too slow.

“m-more..” you say silently.

“okay.. can I take your pants off?” You nod immediately, with that he takes his fingers out of you what had you whining, he takes your pants off and looks at your panties.

“Also..”

“yeah?” He smiles and takes your panties off also. He looks at you wet pussy. “So pretty. Too pretty for me”

“Eddie..” you whine, he takes much too long over everything, he was nice for sure but maybe a bit too carefull.

“sorry..” he lays between you legs and kisses your tights.

“what are you doing.?”

“I’m gonna eat you out, believe me it feels good.” He smirks and licks your pussy. He presses his face against you and you moan. Loud. He flicks his tongue and sucks your clint. You grab his hair and moan his name.

“You taste so good.” He looks at you and licks his lips before eating you out again.

“t-thanks.?” You lay your head back on the pillow with a whimper. He starts fucking you with his tongue and he did that so good. You’ve never felt something like this before. He was painfully hard in his jeans. You hear Eddies belt unbuckle and he takes his jeans off, he gets up from the bed and pulls his pants down. He gets on his knees and lays his hands on your thighs.

“hold the pillow” he smiles and when you do he pulls you towards him. You lay your head on the pillow again and before to you know his mouth is on your cunt again. He pulls himself out of his boxers and he starts jerking himself off. When you noticed you sit up you have to do that for him.

“no. Wanna make you feel good.” He pushes you back down gently. You smile and lay down again. He continues but I’m meanwhile you came closer to the edge. With one hand he jerks himself off and with his other hand he pushes two fingers in your soaking hole again. He starts pumping his fingers in and out pretty fast while also sucking and licking your clint. That was all too much for you and without even mentioning it you came all over his hand and mouth.

He gets up and goes with his hand towards you. You hide your face into the pillow afraid he will slap you because you came without permission. He looks worried and lays down next to you.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. Just wanted to put some hair behind your ear..” he kisses your forehead. You look up at him.

“Sorry..”

“you wanna stop?”

“no please no..” you shake your head.

“Okay” he chuckles. He sits up again and places you back in the middle of the bed. He gets on his knees between your legs and looks up at you. He jerks himself off you just noticed how big he actually is.“Ready.?”

“Uh..” you look at him. You definitely can’t take all of him.

“Say stop when I hurt you, okay?” He slides his tip through your folds. You moan.

“O-okay..” he smiles and starts pushing into you. He is so long and thick, and you loved it.you moan softly what made him smile even more.

“That feels good?” You nod as your eyes flutter shut. He starts giving soft kisses on your belly and cups your breast while he pulls out (not fully) and starts thrusting into you again.“So pretty f’me” he mumbles against your belly after a groan. “Gonna speed up a bit, yeah?”

“Yeah” you whisper, Eddie takes his hands off your breast and lays them on your hip. He speeds up just a little bit not that much faster but deeper. You whimper and look down at him placing a hickey on your belly, you smile and place your hand under his chin to make him look up at you.

“kiss?” He looks up with his adorable eyes.

“mhm” you nod and he craws up and crashes his lips on yours sweetly. When Eddie speeds up you both moan though the kiss, you lay your hand on his jaw and he opens his eyes to look at your pretty face enjoying all the things he does to you. He feels himself getting closer to the edge but he needs you to cum first. He doesn’t know what you liked besides he wasn’t even sure you knew what you liked yourself. He started to just try rubbing your clint what had you moaning into his mouth.

“Does that feel good?” He talks with his lips still against yours.

“Y-yes..” you whine. Eddie smirks and rubs your clint a little harder while also speeding up his thrusts. You feel the coil in your belly tightening. “C-close..”

“good girl.. me too..” he starts kissing your breast and sucking your nipple. That was all too much and that brought you over the edge. You felt dizzy and you were gone for a couple minutes.

——-

you open your eyes to meet Eddies, you look down to see him cleaning you up with a warm wet towel. He probably had pulled out while cumming because it was all over your babybumb.

“hey sweetie” he kisses your nose and continues cleaning you up.

“hi” you smile.

“Felt good?”

“Felt good.” You nod with a smile.

“that’s good.. i had a question”

“ask it then” you smile and sit up.

“no.” He pushes you back down and grabs your panties and his shirt and hands them to you, you smile and puts them on. “Well I have a party tomorrow, a Christmas party actually, everyone is bringing friends, boyfriends or girlfriends.. whatever. But I don’t wanna leave you alone but I also don’t know if you wanna go?” He puts his black sweatpants on.

“umh, who’s party is it?” You sit up against the headboard.

“Steve Harrington, I know him from school, his parents house is pretty big and he throws parties pretty much” he sits on the bed and grabs a glass with water from the night stand giving it to you.

“Thanks” you take a sip “I think I’ll go but I can’t drink or smoke”

“I understand, and I’ll drive you safe back hire. I’ll maybe drink three beers” he grins.

“fine by me” you nod.

“perfect” he nods and lays next to you. “We fucked.. does that mean that we can sleep in one bed now?” He chuckles.

“Yeah, I didn’t mind either way we know each other a couple months anyway” you drink some more of the water.

“that’s good then” He smiles.“tired?”

“exhausted is a better word” you give the glass back and lay down.

“I guess that’s what growing a little baby does with you” He drinks the rest of the water and put the glass back down on the nightstand after.

“yeah” you nod looking down at your bump. Eddie smiles and turns the lights off.

“cuddles?” Eddie takes your cold hands pulling you closer.

“sure” you smile and you get closer wrapping your arms around him and laying one leg on his.

“Aaa..you’re cold” He chuckles.

“sorry” you giggle while laying your head in his neck.

“good night” he mumbles.

“good night Eds.”

This was the first chapter, I hoped to enjoyed reading it! I already had people who wanted to be in the tagg list, if you want too tell me 🫶🏻

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#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #sex worker #pregnant!reader

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agentandreastark · 1 year

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i saw your 18 fic with aidan and was wondering if you could do something where aidan just really likes the readers thighs, like not even in a sexual way, just 'omg so soft' and he like, traces her stretch marks when she wears shorts, really just fluff! you dont have to if you don't want to, thanks! :)

Oh yeah, sure! I'm sorry I wasn't able to reply before cause currently, school's been hectic. And I'm probably having the worst writers block ever. So this isn't my best work but u hope you like it!

My favourite part of you

Aidan gallagher X f!reader

Fluff

You are insecure about your thigh, but then Aidan finds out.

After a long day of school, music was your place to go. Normally, it would have been your 6-month boyfriend, Aidan, but he was away for work. And so here you were in the kitchen cooking Pasta for lunch as you swayed your body to the music, singing along with the artist and occasionally even acting as though you were in the music video.

'Thank god I'm home alone,' you thought as you drained the pasta and put it into a bowl to make the roux. Suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist, causing you to yelp and kick. Soon, you were set on the counter and face to face with the person you expected to see the least. "Aidan!" You smiled widely and put your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "I missed you so much," you mumbled into his shoulder before pulling away and giving him a peck on the lips.

"So much for missing me cause, ouch." He remarked, rubbing his knee where you initially kicked him, causing you to sheepishly smile. "You could've warned me." You jumped off the counter. Aidan smiled. "I think the world's going to end! You? MY GIRLFRIEND? Wearing shorts?!" He gasped dramatically, putting a hand to his chest. Your smile immediately dropped as you looked down. This was terrible. Oh god, no.

You were always insecure about your thighs. They were so big and had stretch marks on them. Which was not something often seen as beautiful in this society.

'What if Aidan feels the same way?' And so you did the first thing that came to mind. You took your dad's apron -which itself was big enough to cover part of your thighs - and wrapped it around yourself.

"Hey, hey. What are you doing?" He looked at you wide eyed.

"Doing what?" You asked turning around to take the flour.

"That." He pointed to the apron and continued. "Covering yourself up? Are you uncomfortable with me? I totally understand, and I do respect-"

"No, Aidan, no, I'm not uncomfortable with you. Of course not, " you turned keeping the flour on the shelf.

"Then -" He sighed, realising what the issue was "Love please don't tell me you're insecure." You stayed silent for a while. Aidan then walked behind you and untied the knot of the apron and took it off you. He picked you up by the waist, setting you down on the counter, "What exactly are you insecure of darling? This?" He touched your thigh softly. "This is something you shouldn't be insecure of love. They are so soft." he smiles widely, looking at you with loving eyes." Besides, women have bigger thighs so that they can carry a life in them, and when they do, it might cause their legs to collapse. We dont want that, right? So instead, their tighs support them. " You nodded slowly, looking back at him." So you don't find my stretch marks disgusting?" You asked softly, waiting for his answer. In your previous relationship, your ex had always told you to cover up because he couldn't bear seeing your stretch marks. "Of course not, darling. Why would they? They remind me of the sea shore, so very pretty." He traced them, looking mesmerised. God, this boy was only making you fall for him even harder. He bent down and kissed every mark, making you laugh since it was ticklish. "You're thighs are my favourite part now," He picked up, causing you to squeal. "Put me down, Gallagher!" He laughed as he kissed your forehead. "Nope." "Why?" You said, kicking your legs in the air. "Cause I want the whole world to see just how beautiful you are." And with that, he walked out of the door with you in his arms.

#fyp #f!reader #angst #fluff #in love #aidan gallagher #thigh #insecure #you're perfect #five hargreaves fluff #aidan gallagher x reader #aidan gallagherX you

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ninigummysmile · 1 year

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𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞́

Summary: Your friend with benefits just can't hide the fact that she wants to be alone with you in the bedroom

Dom!Rosé x Sub!Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 1.936

Since the day before, when you and your friends were in the car on the way to the house on the beach, you noticed that Rosé was fucking you with her eyes.

You started to have a more intimate relationship 5 months ago. You decided you didn't want labels or anything serious and so you decided to just be friends with benefits.

It's not that you think your friends won't like knowing that you're together, but you prefer to keep it a secret and doing the hidden things gives you an extra turn on.

You did everything normally, from the time you arrived at the vacation house until the afternoon of the next day, pretending not to notice the signs she gave you. You want to be alone with her, you really want to, even more so after seeing the beautiful dress she wore on the walk you took in the morning, but you want to test how far she can go.

It's been two weeks since you did anything, so you want to see her lose control in front of everyone for yourself.

At the moment you are in the pool having fun with Lisa and Jisoo while you feel a piercing stare on your back. When you turn around, Rosé nods into the house and you pretend not to understand. The moment you see her incredulous expression and his desperate gestures showing that she wants to talk to you alone, you have a huge urge to laugh, but you hold back and go back to talking to the girls.

“Is everything okay with Rosie? She's been a little weird since yesterday” Lisa says leaning against the pool wall.

“She's quieter than usual. She is always so excited when we all travel together” Jisoo completes.

“I think she's just tired from the trip and because we woke up very early today for the walk” you try to sound nonchalant.

The girls nod their heads in understanding and exchange a look with which you know they have something in mind. Then you change the subject.

Ever since Rosé had seen you get into the car, her body had reacted to your mere presence and she could feel her intimate area throb with desire. She tried her best to keep her eyes on the road and scenery, but they continued to stare at you.

On the morning walk, she tried to keep her thoughts focused on other things and how much fun she should be having without worrying about anything else. And she enjoyed herself, not for her sake, but seeing you enjoy yourself made her enjoy herself too.

When she saw you step into the pool, it was like heat came over her and she felt like she couldn't take it anymore. With a risky attitude, she tried to get your attention in the water and show you how much she was wanting you, but once again you didn't seem to understand the signs. At the time she was angry that you just seemed to fail to understand how much her body wanted you all of a sudden, but like a snap, she got your game.

It may have seemed like it took her a long time to understand, but that time has only made her desire grow more and more and when the time finally comes, she'll make you pay for making a fool of her.

Rosé loves being used by you in bed, what she feels with you she's never felt with anyone before. You simply know the weak points, know what to say at the right time and how to meet your body's every need.

She also knows how to make you weak in the knees, just her “please fuck me” look that at the same time says “I have you in the palm of my hand” makes an inexplicable ferocity rise in your chest.

And today is the day she will use the card with the words: your game was good, but you are mine and I am the one who says when the game is over.

You leave the bathroom wrapped in a towel and when you are about to close the bedroom door, Rosé stops you and enters the room with you. She quickly locks the door and turns you around.

“Do you think it’s cool to tease me like that?” she whispers in your ear.

“I don't know what you're talking about” your breath catches and you know by the tone in which she spoke that you've already lost your own game.

“Do not know? So I'll help you jog your memory”

She pushes you gently until your knees touch the bed, slowly her hands unhook the towel from your body letting it fall to the floor. You close your eyes and enjoy every single touch of her skin, you've missed it the last few days.

Rosé has you on all fours, with your face against the sheet and your ass pushed as high in the air as possible. She takes a minute to analyze how beautiful you look exposed like this, you are the sin she would commit every time and she would never feel guilty.

“Are you just going to watch?” you get her attention by wiggling your butt a little.

She swallows back a moan that was about to escape and smacks your ass. “Shut up. You teased me for almost two whole days and now I'm going to take my time”

The more you feel like you're being watched, the more your pussy drips with anticipation. You can't wait to release all the accumulated horny.

You're about to complain again when you feel a finger collect your wetness and work its way up to your clit and gently tap it.

A long moan of relief comes out of your mouth and your eyes roll back. “That's good, right? I've been wanting to touch you like this since yesterday and you're the one playing hard to get”

An apology is about to be uttered, but she puts more pressure on your bundle of nerves and your hips wiggle involuntarily.

You feel the weight of her body under yours as she whispers in your ear. “I tried to be alone with you a few times and you ignored me. Now I'm the one who decides if you're going to cum or if I just leave the bedroom and ignore you too”

Her hand leaves your pussy and you whine. You feel movement behind you and deduce that she is removing her clothes.

Unexpectedly, your pussy contracts and you want to cry at the delicious sensation and heat when you feel her slap your intimate area. At the same time that you want her to continue hitting you, the contact doesn't seem to be enough and you roll your hips in a silent request that she touch you.

“What you want?” her inquisitive tone gives you chills.

“Touch me, please” you whimper.

“But I'm touching you. Just say what you want, depending on how you beg, maybe I'll give you what you want”

You've never been in this position before, begging. You've asked and it's been attended, you've never had to beg for something in bed, and seeing your friend have that power over you in such a vulnerable moment makes butterflies in your stomach flutter harder than ever.

“Please fuck me, give me your fingers, your tongue, anything, but touch me right, please…”

“Good girl. Of course you know how to beg, you love it when you ask me to do the same”

Sliding two fingers into your tight channel, you moan so sweetly that Rosé wants to give you everything you want and then some, but she has to control herself if she wants to make you pay for making a fool of her.

You feel so good and her fingers are doing such a great job that your orgasm builds quickly.

Rosé brings her face closer to your ass and licks your arsehole. You moan loudly and your legs start to shake, when it seems like nothing can get better, with the other hand she goes back to stroking your clit.

“Fuck, this is so good” you moan so often and the sounds she is making in your intimate area are so absurd you feel like a porn star.

“Is it good, baby?” she inserts one more finger and speeds it up into your pussy.

“It's very good, I'm going to cum”

“I know, I feel you grabbing my fingers”

When she sees that you are going to reach the maximum point of pleasure, she stops her movements.

“Don't stop, I was so close!”

“I know, but like I said, today you have to beg”

Swallowing your pride and with an immense desire to come, you say “Let me come, please, I really want to. You fuck me so good, I promise not to tease you like that anymore, just let me come”

“Very well, you did very well. I'll let you come”

After permission, she returns with the movements, fucking three fingers in your pussy, the other hand stroking your clit and her tongue fucking your ass.

Nothing compares to the pleasure you are feeling, you want to scream, cry and laugh with such bliss.

Feeling your orgasm approaching again, she stops once more. She waits for you to calm down and repeats the same process again.

She does this twice more and you feel a little irritation inside you at being denied orgasm so many times.

When you think about making her stop and cum on your own, she says “Now you can really cum, cum nice for me, I want to see that pussy cum hard”

And that's what makes you finally come, her movements combined with her words make your entire body shiver and your throat call her name over and over again.

It's the most intense orgasm you've ever had, small electrical currents are felt through your body and small kisses are placed on your back.

“How are you feeling?”

“Amazing” you reply weakly with a smile on your face.

You turn and lie on your back on the mattress, Rosé kisses you on the mouth and when you separate, you see her waist moving involuntarily.

“Let me make it up to you” you sit up and kiss her one more time.

She takes your place on the mattress and you kneel between her legs, kissing her entire body and getting to one of your favorite parts.

“I promise I won't be mean like you and I'll let you come” she laughs like you just said the most absurd thing in the world.

“It was you who started it, I just gave the change”

“You started giving me those looks, barely able to hide how much you wanted me”

“Shut up and suck me” she says fondly.

“Saw? You're mean” rolling her eyes she guides your head down to her soaking pussy.

You take your time with her, doing whatever you know she likes, but from teasing you so much and seeing the beautiful sight of you between her legs, she doesn't last long.

You feel your head being held between her thighs as you help her orgasm.

Going back to lie down next to her, you catch your breath and tiredness takes over your bodies.

“Next time you look at me the way you looked at me in the car, I'm going to fuck you right away, no matter where we are. I swear I almost came just from that look” she laughs and come close to cuddle you.

#rosé park #park chaeyoung #bp rosé #kpop smut #blackpink #rosé smut #blackpink smut #ninigummysmilesmut #rosé x reader

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joshkiszkasgothgf · 1 year

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Made for Each Other - Josh Kiszka (FWB to Lovers)

Not gonna lie this is gonna be pretty fluffy. I’m needing sweet lol

(Some word help for this one. You’ll see me use “Sug” a couple times. That Is the shortens form of Sugar, so “Sug” is gonna be pronounced with a Sh- sound like in “sugar”)

Warnings: 18+, post show sex that’s passionate but pornographic, AFAB body parts in this but I tried to keep it sans pronouns, degrading sex nicknames and dirty talk, bareback

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Now, is a friends with benefits relationship with the lead singer of one of the most popular rock n roll bands to grace the stage in the 21st century a good idea? Probably not. In the grand scheme of things he has an army of loyal fans willing to take up their pitchforks should they find out you hurt “their” curly haired vocalist. He’s also always in the public eye, touring the world constantly, and nose deep in a journal or book like writing is his religion.

Has saying yes to him also been the best decision you’ve ever made in your life? Most certainly yes… and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

The day he asked was a normal day. You had to run some errands and, hating to go alone, you asked Josh if he’d like to join you. He responded ‘Do you even have to ask I’ll be at your house in 10,’ and the two of you headed off shopping.

Unnaturally, Josh was quiet and bashful the entire trip. Not once did he make an innuendo clad joke or chat up every person he could. No, he stayed close to your side like a puppy, arm wrapped through yours. It was cute just how soft and sweet he was being.

It wasn’t until the two of you returned home that he finally opened up on his unusual behavior…

“Look,” he starts, rubbing at the hair in his chin, “I really do like you and I want to continue spending time with you,”

Okay you’re nervous now, but you decide to hear him out…

“…but I want to share more of myself with you and I’m just not in the right mindset for a relationship right now. Not while the band is still finding it’s footing.” Josh wraps his arms around himself, fingers splaying across his shoulder blades. He always has a way of lengthening his sentences when he’s nervous about what he’s talking about. Shifting from foot to foot, playing with his hair, he says, “Is it selfish of me to ask to enter into a friends with benefits situation? Because I need you in my life, but I don’t have the ability right now to give you the time and energy you deserve, but if I don’t have the get to be intimate with you I’m going to lose my mind.”

You stare at your friend in surprise, your jaw lax as the normally energetic man bashfully asks something you always kind of hoped he’d ask one day. Setting down the groceries on the table you turn to look at him, “How tightly were you holding that in?” You ask, teasing him a little in the hopes to calm his nerves.

It works; a playful grin pulls at his lips, “So hard I was clenching my core I was holding it in so hard.” Josh makes a silly face imitating him walking around with his core clenched, playing it up by walking around like an old man.

Your laughter fills the kitchen and the bright look that overtakes his eyes and face turns your entire nervous system to mush. Unable to help it you come over to him, cupping his face in both your hands and pull him into a kiss… Your first kiss together.

After a mind-meltingly long lip lock you’re sure took hours from your day, but really only robbed you of 5 minutes; Josh pulls back and presses his forehead to yours, hands mirroring yours and cupping your face he quietly hums out, “So is that a yes?”

With a nod, a mischievous grin, and quick jot down the hall to your bedroom the two of you christen your new step immediately, celebrating this change in your current relationship. And leaving you incredibly glad you didn’t buy anything perishable .

It’s been 3 months since then. The boys have been doing back to back dates on their Dreams in Gold tour; and you have been watering all their plants and feeding their cats (Jake seems to have a small family of them that have happily taken up residency in his garden. Much to you, Jake, and the cats’ delight.)

You and Josh agreed the two of you could continue to date around and see other people, not that you had done anything of the sort. Missing your best friend and his brothers has taken up the majority of your brain space as you work and continue living your life while the boys are off living their dreams. You chat with Josh daily, he sends you poems and song lyrics, asking for your input, sharing snippets and tidbits of their trips and telling you all about the history and the stories.

Friends with benefits in a way that neither of you had originally meant or realized. You’ve become friends whose benefits are in the form of words and time and sharing life. The sexscapades that have happened are great too, but he’s been away a lot since the two of you struck your new deal. The two of you crave each other the way a fish craves water, necessary in a way both primal and conscious.

Perhaps that’s why you’re hauling ass out of the airport to meet the boy’s manager who pulls you into a tight hug and begins filling you in on how you’re gonna surprise Josh the boys tonight. You listen intently, allowing them to lead you to the car.

The car ride to the venue is full of you and their manager chatting about the hijinks the boys have gotten themselves into. You laugh so hard that upon arrival your stomach is cramping and the two of you end up laughing hard about that which adds even more time as the two of you lay limply in your seats gathering yourselves.

It isn’t until their tour manager knocks on the driver window that you realize 15 minutes have passed and you’re late to surprising the boys Josh. The two of you snort and quickly leave the vehicle rushing inside to assume your positions.

You avoid the boys entirely, the plan being to hide you in the balcony side and surprise Josh the boys after their set. Their manager sets you up with them in the balcony seats. The show goes by spectacularly, building an energy of love and magic in the venue.

You spend most of the show with your jaw dropped, eyes wide and sparkling as you watch the man you now know you love do what he loves. Tears slip from your eyes at the realization and like a strike of fate, Josh’s eyes meet yours, even up in the balcony.

The man deserves credit for not letting it slip how surprised and excited he is to see you. Instead his eyes alight with a new kind of fire, his performance heightening further (if that’s even possible) and the crowd absolutely loves it. His eyes continue to find you. You know he knows your there and it only makes you more excited to see him.

“Can we go side stage,” you whisper to their manager (and you’re new friend), “I need to be closer.”

They smile at you endearingly, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry but not until they start the encore. I’m worried if you’re side stage Josh won’t go up to finish out the show. He’s missed you a lot.”

Your heart flips and you whip back around to watch them, eyes wide and starry as they meet his which are equally as dreamy.

He mentally calls out to you telling you to come down to him.

You don’t know why but the urge to jump from the balcony and into his arms claws it’s way into your chest and you look at their manager desperately. If you don’t get closer to him you may explode then and there…

They sigh and stand, holding their hand out for you. You take it and they lead you up the stairs and towards the employee entrance that leads backstage.

You’re practically vibrating with excitement, the halls a blur as you race with the boys’ manager through them to the stage area. Their manager pulls you into Greta’s dressing room and tells you to sit and relax while the boys finish up.

The last 15 minutes of the show seem to crawl by. You watch on one of the monitors in the green room and grin the entire time, eyes trailing Josh every time he pops up on screen. It’s not long until they’re saying goodnight and heading off stage.

Josh races off the stage the second he can, feet carrying him as quickly as they can to you, needing to hold you and make sure you’re actually there. ‘I hope it’s really who I want it to be,’ he thinks, desperate to see you, ‘please let it be who I want it to be.’

From the green room you hear a collection of hollers and “woah!”s as Josh tears through the halls to the green room. When he gets just down the hall from it he sees your boot clad feet crossed in front of you on the coffee table, your favorite concert backpack sitting on the floor next to the table.

Like an energy drink that pushes Josh faster he shoots down the hall. Soon enough he’s leaning over you and pulling you into the sweetest, most passionate kiss the two of you have ever shared. The hair above his lips tickles your nose and you note just how much you missed the feeling. His smell invades your senses and the smell of sweat has your brain jumping straight into the gutter.

Josh must sense your thoughts through the kiss because he smirks and pulls his lips millimeters from yours to rasp, “Where’s your head at, Sugar?” The lust has his voice deeper than usual, accent thicker with the want spilling from every ounce of his body.

You’re proud of him for holding back and not taking you right then and there in front of everyone. In fact, the only reason he pulls away at all is his mother clearing her throat from the doorway.

“Save it, kids. I haven’t even met this wonderful person you’ve been telling me about and yet I’ve already seen you making out. I’d like to take a couple steps back, if that’s alright.” She holds her hands up as if to tell you two to slow down, stepping in to grab a water bottle for each of the four boys, passing one to Josh then to each of the other boys as they walk through the door.

The next couple hours are a blur between the boys changing and packing up, rushing to the bus and taking some time for fans; it isn’t until you’re sitting in Josh’s hotel room, watching him walk around and gesture wildly as he chats your ear off that you’re actually sitting in the same room as him for the first time in months. Tears prick at your eyes, you stand and make your way to him.

With a firm grip on his shoulder and a pull you’re spinning him around into your arms. The hug is exactly what you need. It fills you with warmth and a feeling you aren’t quite sure how to name.

Josh has stopped talking completely, your action taking the breath from his lungs in the best way possible. His arms, which are still out from his last sentence, wrap around you, just as tight as your hold on him. With slow, soft force, Josh moves the two of you into a lazy sway, the both of you worn out from your long days.

Josh has always loved your ability to make him feel as comfortable in silence as you do when he’s speaking. Even when he isn’t saying anything it still feels like you’re listening to him.

His hand runs down your back, then back up and the two of you stay like that for countless minutes; absolutely absorbed with each other. Eventually you pull back and Josh cups your cheek, turning his hand to stroke it with the back of his fingers before tucking some hair behind your ear and pulling you into a kiss you can only label as romantic.

This kiss is unlike anything the two of you have ever shared. Unshared feelings pour into it from both sides and it’s like the two of you are communicating through touch alone. He leads you back to the bed, sitting you down then helping you lay so he can crawl over you.

You shimmy further up the bed and he follows you, lips still connected. Greedy hands run along the dips and curves of his body, gripping his waist then dragging your nails back up to his shoulders. Even through his shirt the feeling is enough to cause his dick to twitch in his pants.

In a blur of movement between kisses the two of you strip each other and he’s pressing into you. You’re so wet he slips right in, causing him to groan deep in his chest. “Fuck I’ve been thinking about you all tour.”

You moan at his confession, body responding positively to the words, “You’ve been on my mind nonstop,” you manage to croak out, throat thick from not speaking.

Josh sends you a devilish grin, cock dragging against your walls as he pulls his hips back, sinking slowly back into you. He continues the motion, letting the thrusts speed up until he’s fucking you like he did before he left for tour. He fucks you like he doesn’t think he’s gonna see you again, hips pistoning at that delicious speed you love.

Your moans and whimpers only egg Josh on further, and that feeling you couldn’t name earlier is back. A blooming heat in your chest, spreading through your body and heightening your pleasure as you take in the pussy drunk man thrusting into you.

He looks so good like this. Just like on stage he looks like he’s in his element, like fucking you is what he was made to do. One of his hands slide up your body to tug at your nipples the other slips down to drag over your clit, which is hard and begging for his attention.

The contact has you writhing and moaning almost unhinged. “Shhh,” Josh breathes out a laugh, leaning down to hide his face against your neck, “Not so loud, Sug. Do you want everyone to hear you being my slut?”

Your walls clench around him in response, a little whimper getting lost against his head as you turn your face to bury it against his temple. Trying very hard to keep your moans under control, Josh’s thrusts become faster trying very hard to make you lose control.

You feel him chuckle at your bodies response to his words and change in pace. “What a good pussy for me. How’s it feel, my sweet sex angel?”

In response your orgasm washes over you, walls clenching down hard on him and a fucked out moan spilling from your lips. He chokes a little, smirk slipping from his face, replaced with a look of concentration as he tries very hard not to blow his load yet.

You shake your head when you can finally speak again and lean up, lips finding his ear, “Cum for me, Joshua. You’ve been a good boy all tour long, you deserve to cum in your toy.”

A choked sob leaves him as his cock twitches once, twice, on the third the dam breaks and you feel his cum pour into you. His body twitches and shudders from the intensity of his orgasm, arms wrapping tight around you, clutching you as he shakily comes down. You hold him, scratching lightly as his scalp so as not to overstimulate him.

His head rests between your breasts and he collapses against you, body weight resting on you placing delicious pressure against your cervix from how deep he is, still filling you up. You’re sure his cum must be spilling out around his cock by now.

Eventually Josh takes a deep breath in and you know he’s ready to sit up. Your arms slip from him and he pushes up to look down at you, a sleepy, fucked out grin on his face. “I missed you so much,” he slurs, “I know you said we could see other people while we were away from each other, but I just couldn’t. It felt like cheating.”

Your heart flips and you nod along with his words, “I couldn’t either.”

The look of relief on his face simultaneously breaks your heart and fills it with joy. “Really? You waited for me, too?”

You nod again, pulling him down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re the only person I’ve wanted intimately since we started this. And I mean intimately both as intimacy and sex.” Fingers still tangled in his curls, you rub strands between your fingers, the feather soft texture calming your nerves from your confession.

Josh meets your eyes, a look in his eyes that matches the feeling you couldn’t name. And that’s when it hits you…

Love.

You were in love with him and from that look… he might be in love with you too.

So, gathering your courage, you allow the same feeling to cloud your eyes and watch his features change from nervous to relieved and overjoyed. In that moment the two of you are more in tune with each other than either of you have ever been with anyone else. After a breath finally one of you breaks the silence,

“I’m ready for a relationship if you are.”

There it is. The sentence you’ve both been wanting to hear for months. Well isn’t this exciting…

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Let Me Show You {Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader} NSFW

Plot: You've been dating Eddie Munson for the past few months but your insecurities over your plus size body take over and you begin to distance yourself from him. Eddie is determined to set the record straight.

Character: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader

Warnings; 18+, NSFW, MDNI, swearing, negative self image/negative talking about body and weight, oral (female receiving), orgasm

Requested by anon

He knew that something was wrong, he'd known for a few days that you were acting weird around him but now it was one hundred percent confirmed that you were avoiding him. You and Eddie had planned a date and you pushed it back, feigning illness, and then you just pushed it back for a second time.

Eddie ran a hand over his face, "(y/n)'s avoiding me," he said to Dustin who was sipping from a soda can, "I think she's going to break up with me."

Dustin shook his head, curls flying everywhere, "No way man, she's so in love with you, she was ranting to Nancy last week about how great you are... How is she avoiding you?"

Eddie shrugged, "She's just... distant. Cancelling plans a few times, generally just more quiet. Whenever I ask her to stay over she always has this look of panic like I've just turned into Vecna or some shit and then makes up an excuse to go home. I dunno."

"I think the best thing to do is go over to her house and ask her." Dustin determined, "There's something that she's hiding from you so you need to get down to the bottom of it."

There was a reason for your weird behaviour; for the distance between the two of you and your excuses to cancel plans. It wasn't a secret that you were heavier than a lot of the other girls your age, everyone could see it, and normally it wouldn't have bothered you but lately you just felt so uncomfortable in your own skin. Your insecurities didn't only stop at your body and weight, they spanned to Eddie and his interest for you. You felt as though Eddie was losing interest in you, like he was getting bored of you. Eddie Munson wasn't known to be a relationship guy by any means but when he met you, he said things changed. You weren't sure that you believed him anymore. You loved Eddie, fully and wholly in love with him, but your mind was so weighted down with all of these insecurities, fears and worries that you began to push him away; you'd rather detach from him now before he ended up breaking up with you due to boredom.

Deciding that Dustin's plan was the best course of action, Eddie drove to yours after dropping Dustin home. You were in your bedroom, playing music and reading, when you Eddie knocked on the door. You ignored it, your parents were both working and you didn't usually answer the door when you were home alone. Knowing this, Eddie continued to knock, "Any time today, Princess!" He yelled in a sing song voice.

You shot upwards and out of bed.

Eddie was here? Eddie was here, outside your front door. Oh shit. Nerves bubbled up in your stomach as you left your bedroom and walked downstairs. He was still knocking, hitting the door with the palm of his hand and was yelling out for you to open up.

You opened the door, "What are you doing here?" You asked, voice frostier than you intended, "I thought I cancelled tonight's plans."

Eddie's face fell slightly and you immediately felt terrible, "Can I come in?" You nodded, moving out of the way to let him walk past you, before you closed and locked the door behind him.

You led him upstairs to your room, even despite your parents not being in the house, it felt too weird sitting anywhere that wasn't your bedroom with him. There was an unsure atmosphere, unspoken words and secrets hanging in the air. It was awkward. Eddie closed the door of your bedroom and sighed, "I think we need to talk."

Your heart plummeted.

There it was. He came here because he was bored and doesn't love you anymore; he's going to break up with you. Immediately after he said it, the worries and insecurities are in your head screaming at you. Awkwardly, Eddie sat on the edge of your bed and looked at you. He could see the fear in your eyes, could see your fidgeting hands, "Hey, Princess, what's wrong?" He asked softly, "You look terrified."

"Just get it over with already," you snapped, swallowing hard, "Just break up with me already. Rip the band aid off, Eddie."

"Break up with you?" He asked, eyes wide, "(y/n), I don't want to break up with you. Do you want to break up with me?"

You shook your head, "You didn't come here to break up with me?"

"No, baby, no." He moved closer to you, taking your fidgeting hands in his, and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, "You've been avoiding me. I came by to find out why and see what I can do to help."

Your eyes stung with tears as you desperately tried to look anywhere but at Eddie. You tried to speak but the words just wouldn't come. This is why you'd not spoken to him before now about these issues, you wouldn't be able to do it without breaking down in front of him. Quickly, Eddie scooped you into his embrace, arms strong and tight around you as he whispered murmurs of 'you're okay, everything's okay' into your hair.

"I feel like you're going to lose interest in me and getting bored of being with me," you told him quietly, voice muffled from being in the crook of his neck.

"Lose interest and get bored?!" Eddie exclaimed, "Baby, no fucking way. Why do you feel that way? Have I done something that-"

You were quick to shake your head, "No, not you... It's me... I just feel so uncomfortable in my skin. I look at myself in the mirror and I hate it. I just feel so unlovable and fat and ugly." Eddie's arms squeezed you tighter. He hadn't realised you felt this way. It hurt him to know that you were hurting, "I just... I look at myself and I don't understand how you could love me; how you can even look at me without wanting to be sick."

His heart panged in his chest, "I'm so sorry," he whispered, placing a soft kiss to your head before pulling you back at an arm's length, "Would you look at me please (y/n)?" Slowly, you raised your eyes to his as his hands cupped your cheeks, wiping them free of tears. He was nervous, he had one chance to make this right; to make you believe him so it had to be perfect, "I look at you and you know what I see? I see my everything. I look at you and I am so freaking happy with our relationship. You mean more to me than I could ever be able to tell you. You- You-" He groaned, running his hands through his hair, "I'm not good with my words, Princess..." It was then was inspired with a thought, "Do you trust me?" You nodded, "Then let me show you how beautiful you are to me."

"What are you doing?" You whispered as Eddie leaned in close to you.

"I'm showing you how beautiful you are to me, Princess," he smirked, "You drive me crazy."

Before you had a chance to speak, he'd captured your lips in his. At first the kiss was soft, testing the waters, but once Eddie realised that you were fine to kiss him he deepened the kiss. You always loved kissing Eddie; he could make everything disappear with a kiss. One hand moved to the nape of your neck with fingers knotting in your hair, whilst the other pulled you in at the waist. With everything he had, he tried to pour as much emotion into the kiss as possible; tried to say so much with no words. You understood. My god, you understood. It was like one of those book kisses, fireworks and sparks and the likes. You didn't separate until your lungs burned and you were gasping for a breath, even then it was too soon.

"Princess," he whispered, eyes boring into yours. There was a shift in the atmosphere, "let me show you how much I adore you." He picked up your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to each finger, "I love these hands." He then moved to your wrist and forearm, kissing it too. He moved right up to your shoulder, pressing soft kisses and murmuring how much he loved the body part that he was kissing. His hands swept the hair from your neck away and leaned down to pepper the delicate skin in soft kisses, "I love your neck," he murmured against it, "I love your lips." Eddie moved back in to kiss you except this time, his hands fumbled with the hem of your t-shirt. His hands slowly slipped under and you inwardly cringed at the thought of him touching your stomach. He could sense your discomfort and pulled away, hands stopping, "Do you want me to stop?"

Slowly you took a breath, "No, it's okay... You can take it off me." You raised your arms, allowing him to peel the t-shirt away from you. Your instinct was to use your arms and hands to cover yourself.

"Princess, you don't have to hide from me," he said gently before kissing you again. His kisses made you forget, just for a brief second, about your insecurities as he so carefully lay you down on the bed. Again, he pulled away all too soon, "I love kissing you. I love the way you taste, strawberry lipgloss and all." He smacked his lips together, making you giggle, before he dipped his head, attacking your neck with his mouth and tongue.

You gasped, back arching as he hit your sweet spot, sucking down harder on it. He loved to leave his marks on you, loved the rest of the world knowing that you were taken and that you were his. The way you arched against him made him moan against your neck. He could feel your warm skin pressing against him, could feel your hard nipples pressing against him... The things he wanted to do to you but he pushed those thoughts away. He was making you feel good, focusing on you tonight.

Carefully, his hands danced over your stomach, and action that you didn't mind because you were too preoccupied, and up to your chest, palming your breast and nipple gently, "Eddie," you moaned quietly. He loved when you moaned his name, loved that he could make you feel good.

"Feel good, Princess?"

"So- So good."

Satisfied with leaving two dark love bites on your neck, Eddie's lips moved down to your chest, kissing all around your chest before landing on your nipple. He was teasing you, so slowly running his tongue over your sensitive bud, so agonisingly slowly.

"More."

He pulled back, grinning at you with that cocky grin, "Someone's a little demanding... Say please."

"More please," you huffed. One hand pinched and flicked your nipple whilst he sucked on the other, tongue flicking it up and down. Your body felt like it was on overdrive, senses all blurring and becoming hazy around the edges. Eddie's spare hand managed to unbutton your jeans and was working on pushing them down. He tapped your ass in 'lift up' motion which you obeyed immediately before he could shove them down. You kicked them off once they got to your ankles. You were too far gone now, you needed more from him; needed him to make you tumble over the edge.

Eddie leaned back, sitting up and drinking in the view. You were all too aware that you were naked in front of him, fully and completely bare. Again your hands shot out to cover yourself but Eddie gently caught your wrists with his hands as he shook his head, "You look incredible," he breathed out as he drank you in. He took in every freckle, every roll, every lump, every stretchmark; he drank you up and never wanted to stop, "I love every single inch of you, I promise."

He continued pressing gentle kisses to your chest before he moved his attention down towards your stomach. You tensed almost terrified at the thought of him touching you there. "I love your stomach," he murmured against it, "I love how warm and soft it is. So fucking soft." You'd never had anyone call you soft before. It made you smile, made you relax against his touch... made those worries that had previously be in your head fade away. "I love your stretchmarks," he kissed them with so much love and care that you couldn't help but believe him, "they tell the story of how you've grown and how you've lived. I love them."

His hands groped at your thighs and you felt that familiar heat pooling between your legs. You squirmed as he moved downwards, "I love your legs, your thighs; I love grabbing them," he grabbed them for emphasis, "I love the way they wrap around me. I love the way they move." His kisses peppered them, hair tickling them, as he opened up your thighs, "You want me to keep going?" You were breathing harder, your chest heaving with every breath. You nodded quickly, "Words, Princess, I need your voice."

"God, yes Eddie, keep going. Please." He loved the desperation in your voice, loved how impatient you were getting. He liked knowing that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

He leaned down close to you, "I love the way you smell, the way you taste... So damn good." He breathed, breath tickling over your aching hot sex. He ducked his head, kissing your thighs, "You're so fucking perfect, Princess. I'll never be bored of you; I'll always want you." Your breath hitched in your throat and your hips jutted upwards wanting more; needing more. He smirked, "Is my Princess getting impatient?"

"N-Need more."

Eddie didn't need more of an explanation. Taking you off guard, he ran his tongue ran the length of you, dipping between the wet slits as he parted you. He loved the sounds that came from you, the gasps, the soft moans; it drove him wild. His cock twitched in his pants but this wasn't about him, it wasn't about getting off... this was different. This was about proving how sexy he thought you were; how perfect you were, how beautiful you were... This was about proving that he loved you and needed you in his life; this was about you.

His tongue found your clit, swirling around and over it, faster and faster. Your body writhed beneath him, twisting and arching, as your moans became louder and longer. Eddie hummed, loving how wet you are for him and loving the reactions he was pulling from you. Your worries and insecurities are the last thing in your mind right now, all you can focus on is the pleasure that Eddie's making you feel. "Fuck," you moaned, "S-So close."

You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, it wouldn't be long until you were hitting your high. Eddie's mouth worked expertly on your clit, sucking and flicking it, faster and faster. He stayed with you even when your hips began to rock against his face, grinding your clit on his tongue. He loved when you were like this; coming undone beneath him in the most beautiful way. One of your hands stretched out to twist into his curls, pushing his head down into your cunt as you continued to grind against his tongue. He hummed, the sensation pushing you over the edge as you lost all sense of being and could only feel the intense waves of pleasure.

Your thighs have his head in a vice like grip as you hold him in place. Eddie rode your orgasm out, tongue still swirling fast around your sensitive clit. You were a mess beneath him, moaning and gasping, hand clawing at the sheets as you tumbled into the vortex of pleasure. You'd never felt this good, maybe it was because of the build-up, maybe it was just because Eddie was so damn good... whatever it was, you never wanted it to end. The need for oxygen burned Eddie's lungs but he stayed put, working you through that high.

With a long breath, you sunk back into the bed. The world felt fuzzy around the edges. Your thighs released their grip as your hips ceased their rocking. Eddie pulled back, breathing hard, before pressing gentle kisses to either side of your thighs, "Think you can handle another?"

You weren't actually sure if you could but you were greedy and you wanted to feel good again so you stammered out a, "Y-Yes."

Quickly, Eddie dove right back to your clit, flicking and sucking on it faster this time. You were already so sensitive, so much more reactive and louder this time. His fingers teased your entrance, coating them in your slick wetness, before he pushed two fingers inside of you, pumping slowly but pace increasing with every passing second. Your hips once again started bouncing on his tongue as your hands grasped at the sheets, pulling them in a white knuckle grip. He pumped his fingers inside of you, faster and faster, as your moans grew louder and quicker. You were a mess beneath him, stammering and stuttering about being so close. Eddie loved seeing you like this, loved watching you lose your shit because of him; because of how good he was making you feel. It only spurred him on more, tongue working faster and fingers moving deeper and it didn't take long before you were once again hitting your high.

Your orgasm was louder and needier. Your hips lost their rhythm and instead you were just grinding them in whatever way gained the most pleasure from his tongue and fingers. Eddie rode it out, pace not letting up, as your hands tangle in his hair again pushing him down into you. Eddie's cock twitched in his pants. God he loved you like this; needy, desperate and loud. Your body twisted and convulsed beneath him as you fell from your high, chest heaving. His tongue flicked and twirled around your sensitive clit until you were pushing his head away, "S-S-So sensitive," you pant, "Fucking hell, Eddie." Your mind was reeling from the intense pleasure as your body trembled and convulsed like sparks as he pressed two gentle kisses to your inner thighs.

He moved back up to you, popping his fingers in his mouth and licking the taste of you off of them, "How you feeling?" He asked quietly, smiling as you opened your eyes to look at him.

"Wow..." You can't really give him much more than that. You feel weightless, like you're floating on cloud nine.

"Do you believe me now?" He moved your hair from your face, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I promise you that I'll never be bored or lose interest in you. You're perfect for me, Princess."

The worries and insecurities are gone, vanished from your mind. You feel reassured (especially with his rock hard cock pressed against your side) that Eddie wanted you and thought you were beautiful. You nodded, "Yeah," you murmured, "I'm sorry I let my insecurities take over."

He shook his head, "You don't have to apologise, Princess," he said as he pulled you to lie on his chest, arms wrapped tight around your naked frame, "Just... If these things start to stress you out again, tell me please. Don't push me away, tell me and I'll help you; we'll do it together."

You nodded again, "Together."

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