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vargaslovinghours · 2 years
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timedhoney · 1 month
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Giving wonwoo hickeys would change my life. Straddling that tiny waist, leaning down as you bury your face into his warm neck. You watch as he squirms against you when your eyelashes brush along his blushed skin.
“Hi,” you murmur smoothly into his ear, just to feel his breath hitch in that gorgeous chest of his.
"Hi," he responds and you selfishly have to kiss those plump lips before you get back to the task at hand. Ok, maybe you have to slide in a little tongue too. You're not perfect. You love feeling how he reacts beneath you, love to feel how those large hands grip deeply into your thighs when you suck his bottom lip into your mouth. You know it drives him wild, and you wiggle your hips in satisfaction against the tent growing in his jeans.
God, what a man. How he manages to make an outfit with no more than a white shirt and pants have you to the point of drooling all over him, you have no idea. But when he walked into the door of your apartment, you immediately had to shove him onto your couch, pull his zipper halfway down, and then throw your legs over his. He looks picturesque in the way you've strewn him about, hair ruffled and jeans sliding down just enough to show a hit of muscle that makes you feel unholy things.
All that can wait though, because the spot just behind his ear is calling to you. You press your mouth there first before losing control and taking the tiniest nip just to watch the color flood up from his chest to his cheeks. What a beautiful gradient.
"You make it too easy, you know?" You say, smiling down at him as he brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, still flushed that cherry red. "One little bite and your'e going to act like this?" He nods shockingly fast, tipping his glasses down his nose with the action. You press them back up with your own nose, winking as you turn back to where you were. No distractions this time.
The noises that leave him always make it worth it. You take no prisoners when you pull at his skin, leaving obscene pops in your wake. You alternate between bites and licks, sucking and nipping. Only once you find the spot that creates the most delicious moan do you stop journeying, pressing your hips tightly into his. Feeling the heat start to radiate further off of him. Tasting the salt off his skin. Letting him writhe against you as you smile into the bite.
You look beneath you to admire your work.
"You're so lucky that I make pretty hickeys," you tell him smugly. And it's true, but maybe it's just that everything suits him. Beautiful blooms in varying shades of red and purple litter the left side of his neck. He groans as he slaps a hand over it.
"Ugh, did you have to go asymmetrical? It's going to be impossible to cover the one behind my ear with a turtleneck...." You laugh as you finally finish pulling down his zipper.
"I know you can't be mad when I just heard how you were behaving." He flips you onto your back on the couch and lifts up your shirt, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.
"Mine are going to be prettier than yours," is his only reply as he leans down to leave open mouthed kisses to your tits before he begins rival your bruises with his own.
"I love when you get competitive," you sigh dreamily.
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cosmal · 11 months
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cake — send me in a character and a prompt and i’ll write you a blurb!
eddie munson + soft!shy!gf’s love language is gift giving. maybe friends to lovers?
guitar pick
summary you come over late at night to give eddie a gift.
content eddie munson x shy!fem!reader
Eddie didn’t mean to scare you, really it was an accident, but it doesn't stop him from feeling bad. But he really didn't know you'd be at his door when he opened it up.
"I'm sorry," you gasp. Which is awful because he should be the one apologising. "Sorry, Eds, Wayne let me in."
"It's okay," he says and looks down at you. Tights tucked into your frilly socks at your feet. They wriggle into the trailer-grade flooring. "Sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you."
"I'm okay," you sigh, and then you blink slowly. Eddie remembers it's late - really late. And you're here, jacket over your pyjamas, and a beanie on your head.
"Y/N," he says and moves out of the way to let you into his bedroom. You move, and despite months of being together, you're hesitant about it. You scuffle along the ground and turn to make sure he's behind you. You wait for him to sit down before you do. "Did you walk here?"
"Yeah," you say quietly, taking off your beanie now you've settled. "Eddie, it's fine, don't worry about it." You only live around the corner. Still, it's 11pm and Eddie feels like he might throw up.
"Y/N," he says and tries not to sound stern, "baby, why didn't you call?"
"Because," you sigh, nibbling your bottom lip unthinkingly like always, "because, I got really excited to come see you and didn't even think about it."
Eddie scoots across the bed and nudges your thigh with his knee where he's got his foot tucked under him. "Excited, huh?" He wiggles his eyebrows and feels pleased when you duck your head down to look at your hands in your lap.
"Eddie," you say downwardly, swinging your feet over the edge of his bed. "Stop, no, not like that."
Eddie doesn't sound disappointed because he isn't. He doesn't care why you're here, he's just happy you are. He thinks if you'd come over just to see the stray cats and not him, he'd still just be as pleased. Just to see you is enough.
"Oh?" he asks, leaning his weight into you. You lean with him and Eddie has to hook an arm around your shoulder to stop you from falling into his pillows. You giggle with shy happiness that makes Eddie feel fuzzy. "What're you here for? I saw you five hours ago."
You lean your face into his shoulder, cheek all smooshed up against the sleeve of his sleep shirt. Some Tom Petty merchandise from the dollar bins at the thrift store behind the arcade. It's starting to smell like you. You hide yourself in his side and he can't see your face properly.
"I've got something for you," you say quietly, waiting for his response.
He shifts to rock you. "Oh really?" He finds it hard to hide his excitement.
"You gotta," you steel yourself and Eddie squeezes your knee, "you gotta promise you won't tell me if you hate it. I don't think I can take it," you say seriously.
Eddie tenses and then laughs gently. "Sweetheart, I would never. I'll love it, swears."
You sigh and reach into the inside pocket of your jacket. Pulling out a rolled-up bit of tissue paper, you hand it to him. You won't look him in the face.
Eddie carefully unravels the paper in his hand and drops the contents into his other palm. A long, silver chain with a plastic plate at the end of it. He flips it over to inspect it. It's a guitar pick.
"It's, uh," you say when he looks it over, "it's one of my picks."
You're only new to guitar, mainly acoustic, bass when Eddie can convince you to sit between his legs and teach you.
"Oh," he lets out a deep breath, deflating, "sweetheart, that is so cool. Like totally, amazing."
"Yeah?" You're so shy about Eddie feels like he could die.
"The best thing ever," he groans before he falls on top of you and down into the bed. You yelp, still just as demure now that he's hovering above you. He cages you in with his arms beside your head.
"Eddie..."
"Seriously," he leans down to kiss you on the cheek, "so cool," the other cheek, "thank you," your nose.
You fluster underneath his doting, pushing your face into where he's got his arms around you. "Do you really like it, Teddie?"
Teddie Eddie thinks fondly. Of course, he likes it. He loves you even more. "Really. Actually. Truly."
It takes you a second. You smile something ruining and roll onto your back. "Cool, 'cause I have a matching one." You pull a necklace from out underneath your sleep shirt. There, on the end of the chain is a guitar pick Eddie had given way back when you were still just friends.
Eddie drops himself into you and groans, long and suffering. "Jesus fucking Christ, baby."
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aphrogeneias · 2 months
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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: r is in college but they're the same age. long distance relationship. making out, teasing, biting. exhibitionism, if you squint. slight dirty talk. eddie munson is a little shit (affectionate).
author's note: inspired by a request by @raccoonboywrites that mentioned something about a reunion between eddie and r, who haven't seen each other in a while <3
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“Where's your roommate again?”
It's the third time Eddie’s asking.
The first was in your car, on the way to the dorms, after he hopped off the bus, way too eager to get you alone. The second was while you dragged him by the hand through the hallways, eager to show him around as he practically glued himself to your back.
Now, as he has you pressed against the door of your room, the one you'd just locked behind you with one hand while the other rests on his chest, he asks one more time. Just to be sure.
“I told you she's at a frat party.” You sigh, pulling him even closer, arms around his neck. His hyperactive hands don't know where to settle, but his thigh finds its way to the middle of your parted ones. “Probably sleeping over there. Relax.”
All he can do is hum into your mouth. It's the best response he can come up with as he's kissing you, and he doesn't want to stop. Not now that he has you where he wants you, your skin warm under his rough hands, feeling how soft you are under your shirt.
It's been way too long. Way too many miles between you — and it's not that he isn't proud of you for getting into college, but surviving Hawkins without you was proving to be more difficult than he thought.
He missed you everywhere, everyday. It didn't help that he's been up the walls with need.
All he had was your late night phone calls and a polaroid picture of you in nothing but his favorite pair of black lace underwear, the same you'd graciously left as a parting gift in his drawer.
None of it could compare to the real thing.
Impatient as always, Eddie pulls you from the door, and spins you around, still keeping you close to his aching body. His hand runs up from your waist, from your chest, and finds itself holding you in place by the neck, guitar scarred fingers splayed on the side of your throat, thumb running over the delicate skin there.
You pull away, panting, chest heaving as you exhale into his lips. He grins, tilting his head, hand still on your neck, “Breathe, baby. ‘M not going anywhere.”
“Asshole,” you pout.
Holding him by the wrist, you kiss him again, gently. Eddie chases your lips with his, meaning to deepen the kiss, but you catch his bottom lip between your teeth, biting on it a little too hard. He moans.
Distracted, his grip on you loosens, enough for you to gain control. You walk him backwards until you push him on your twin bed, and he falls on his back, watching you as you climb on top of him, straddling his narrow hips.
A sight he'd never get enough of.
His hands settle on the curve of your hips, and his lips find their way to your neck, leaving wet kisses down the column of your throat, the hinge of your jaw, the spot behind your ear that had you arching into him, hips stuttering over the fly of his jeans.
He missed that. Your weight on top of him, the fading scent of your perfume when he ran his nose over your neck, the sweet noises you made. He wants to make you sing.
“I'm not opposed to getting caught, you know.” He muses, running his hands behind your back between kisses. “Show her that your boyfriend isn't just good for those phone calls and heartfelt letters.” A squeeze to your waist, hands lowering to the supple curve of your ass, squeezing it over your leggings. “That he gives it to you good.”
“You're a fucking pervert, that's what you are.” You glare and tell him off, but the hungry look in your eyes says otherwise. “Show off.”
He flips you over, then. Pushes you under him, covering you with his frame. Your legs part for him, welcoming you between the cradle of your hips. He makes himself at home, lowering his weight on you, and trailing your hands over your head.
“Yeah. I'll show you alright.”
Your teeth find his lip again, sucking it into your mouth, attempting to make him stop talking. The taste of copper is nothing compared to the rush that rouses him to his core. He groans into your mouth, giving you a bruising kiss that has your toes curling.
Two could play this game.
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lipglossanon · 11 months
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Out of the Blue
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Office Exec!Leon S. Kennedy x Personal Asst fem!reader
Shoutout to the AO3 user who requested this little ditty 😆 I hope you enjoy it!! 👉👈🥺
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, office sex, dirty talk, dacryphilia, nipple play, mean Leon, unprotected sex
Title from Out of the Blue by Purrple Cat
part ii
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A recent corporate merger meant big changes for you; you’ve been working as the personal assistant of the (then) Vice President of Communications, but with this new management coming in, that guy had been shifted and you were getting a totally new boss.
Nervously, you’ve been straightening up the office in the hopes of making a good impression— and thereby keeping your position. No one on your floor knew who the new guy was, only a name to go off of: Leon S. Kennedy.
Once you feel like there’s nothing more to be done, you step out of the VP’s office and make your way to the mini kitchen used as a break room down the hall. Hoping that a glass of water might cool your nerves, you don’t even notice the man standing on the other side of the room flipping through a folder.
His eyes track your movements, catching your jittery hands and teeth biting your bottom lip.
You nearly drop your glass when he clears his throat. Whirling around, you give him a shy smile.
“H-hi,” you smooth down your skirt, “you’re one of the new hires?”
A handful of people on your office floor were still coming and going, learning the layout and at times just hanging out in the break room until someone came in to help guide them. You helped a girl just yesterday find her desk, so you don’t think anything of this newcomer.
A slow smile spreads across his handsome face, intense blue eyes staring into your own.
“You can say that, sweetheart.”
You feel flustered at the name but step forward, hand outstretched, “Oh uh, welcome aboard. If you need any help, just let me know. Right now I’m stationed outside the vice president’s office.”
His eyebrows raise slightly, ignoring your offered handshake, “You’re the secretary?”
You ignore the flash of irritation from hearing ‘secretary’ and slowly lower your hand, “I prefer personal assistant.”
“Ahh,” he looks at you amusedly, and before your hand can drop any further he reaches out to clasp it.
He drops a kiss on the back of your hand, eyes still watching you, a smirk playing at his lips.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet my personal assistant.”
You feel hot and embarrassed, but keep the polite smile on your face, “I’m sure the pleasure is mine, Mr. Kennedy.”
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After that mortifying encounter, your days pass pretty smoothly with your new boss. You feel lucky that he decided to keep you on as his assistant even with that awkward first impression.
After a few weeks, you start to catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye—but when you turn, his attention is elsewhere. He also seems to touch you at every given opportunity. He touches your arm when he’s walking with you or presses a palm into your lower back when he’s moving around you to his seat in the conference room. He gets as close as possible when you’re typing up his reports or dropping something off at his desk for his signature. It always leaves you with butterflies.
Another work week rolls by and before you can blink, it’s been months since you’ve started to work for Leon. A few of your work colleagues like to corner you in the break room to try and get any gossip— who’s he seeing? Did he really come in twenty minutes late last Monday? What do you mean you didn’t hear that Chris saw him at the strip club?
It’s gotten to the point that you start taking your breaks at your desk. Leon notices it almost immediately and makes sure to stop by your desk from time to time. Today is no different.
“Tired of the office gossip?” He props his hip against your desk, arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at you.
You notice that he folded the sleeves of his shirt so you can see the muscles in his forearms flex. Dragging your gaze upwards with a small shake of your head, you smile at him.
“You can say that,” you pinch the bridge of you nose, “it’s all just..”
“Bullshit.”
Your eyes widen as you stifle a laugh, “I was going to say tiresome, sir.”
He smirks, “Sure thing, honey. Listen, I’m going to need you to stay late tonight. I know it’s Friday, but those weekly statistics have to be in before midnight.”
Your brows furrow, “I thought we were good; didn’t I just compile that data yesterday?”
He clicks his tongue, “‘fraid not, sweetheart. That was projections for the latest quarter.”
“Oh,” you chew your lip, “yeah, that’s no problem, Mr. Kennedy. Want me to drop them off on your desk when I’m finished?”
“Yes, thank you,” he brushes a few strands of hair from your face, making your breath hitch.
Before you can say anything, Leon straightens up from your desk and heads back into his office, door shutting behind him.
You press your palms to your eyes, willing the flutter of nervousness to ease. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, you slump in your chair. You sigh and turn back to your monitor. Glancing at the time in the lower right hand, it reads fifteen after four; with everyone going home at five, you have a good feeling you’re going to end up staying even later than you thought.
You rotate your wrists and then go into your emails. Better to get started on it now than later.
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Your eyes feel dry and gritty, but you ignore it in favor of finishing out the last of this report.
“Finally,” you whisper gleefully, hitting the print button on the document.
Standing up, you stretch out your arms with a small yawn. Looking at the time you see it’s nearly half past ten. Still plenty of time for you to grab some takeout and crash in your comfy bed. You sigh happily at that thought and gather up the printed pages, heading over to Leon’s office.
Tapping on the door, you open it a crack, “Sir?”
“Come in, sweetheart. I won’t bite.”
You push open the door just enough to step inside. It clicks shut behind you as you walk further into the room. Leon is backlit by the city lights from his windows. You place the bundle of papers down on his desk.
“Take a look at this,” he gestures to his own dimly lit monitor.
Walking around the wide oak desk, you make your way to stand beside his chair.
After gazing at the screen for a second, you turn to him with a frown, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m looking at, sir.”
He smirks at you lazily, “Sure you do.”
“Wh—“
He grabs your hips and pulls you down into his lap, your thighs now straddling one leg. Your hands come up to brace against his shoulders while his slacks rub against your bare thighs where your skirt’s rucked up.
“Leon,” you gasp, eyes wide and nervous.
“Name sounds so good in your mouth, sweetheart,” his low voice breathes into your ear.
He drops a soft kiss on your neck, leaving a heated trail up to your jaw. Pulling back, you can see how dark his eyes have gotten.
“Been waiting forever to get you alone.”
“We can’t. I’m your—“
“Personal assistant,” he chuckles meanly, “I know, baby. And I’m going to use you for very personal reasons.”
He grips your hair in a fist and guides your mouth down in his. Your parted lips lets him slip his tongue into your mouth. Groaning, he grabs your ass with his free hand and urges you to roll your hips forward.
You whine, feeling so hot and dizzy, clit thrumming with arousal. You follow the guidance of his hand and start to grind your hips down into his leg. You eagerly suck on his tongue when he thrusts it back into your mouth. You feel him groan low in his chest and it makes you arch into him more.
He tugs your head back to take in your blitzed out expression.
“Baby, we haven’t even started yet,” he coos, “got you cockdrunk already huh.”
“Leon,” you whimper, hips rocking on his lap.
“Gonna get my pants soaking wet baby,” his eyes drop down to the apex of your thighs, “fuck, that’s it, good fucking girl.”
Your nails dig into his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric of his designer shirt.
“Knew you’d be so fucking sweet, always letting me touch you, get so fucking shy,” he growls, pulling your hair harder to tilt your neck back, “gonna ruin this little cunt, baby.”
You whine, humping down into his leg harder, slick pooling in your panties and dripping all over his slacks.
“Fuck, good girl, always so good for me,” he lets go of your hair to grip your neck, “always so eager to please.”
He presses his thumb into your panting mouth; he presses down onto your tongue before pulling his thumb free and smearing spit all over your lips.
You can’t stop whining, tears beading at your lash line.
“Leon, please.”
He lets go of his grip on you, and reaches out to tug open your button up blouse.
“Look at those fucking tits, baby,” he purrs, pulling the cups of your bra down until your breasts are completely bare—aching nipples on display.
He greedily mouths at each breast and sucks on your nipples, teeth catching on the sensitive buds until you’re clawing at his shoulders.
“Good girl,” he praises, feeling you shudder at the endearment, “you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
“So good for you, Leon,” you promise.
As you speak, he undoes your bra and tosses it somewhere in the office. Then, he drags his fingers across the swell of your breasts. He circles your sensitive nipples, thumbs brushing the slowly hardening buds.
Your breath hitches, arousal pulsing in your cunt, “Leon...”
“Bet I can make you come from this,” he husks, “make a complete mess of you from just teasing your tits.”
Your spine arches, pressing up into his hands, “Ahh, they’re too sensitive.”
Leon completely ignores you and tugs your nipples gently, softly tweaking them before soothing them with slow drags of his index fingers.
Panting, your hands twist in the fabric of his shirt. Your clit throbs with every brush against your nipples, but you can’t stop yourself from pressing up into every touch.
Everything that Leon’s doing is making more slick pool in your panties. You’re so wet, it’s seeping into where Leon’s slacks are pressed against your pussy. You can feel the hard press of his cock against you and it sends a thrill up your spine knowing you’re the cause.
“So eager for me, honey,” he teases, voice pitched low, “I want you to take your clothes off.”
“Yes, sir,” you nervously agree, shimmying out of your blouse and skirt quickly.
“Leave the panties on for now,” his dark eyes locked onto your white panties, nearly transparent from how wet they’ve become.
Settling down on Leon, you straddle his thighs, your legs dangling off the sides of the chair. You bring your arms up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You give a small tug and roll your hips down against the outline of Leon’s hard cock. In retaliation, Leon gives your nipples a sharp tug then tweaks them as you writhe in his grasp.
“Look how wet you are, honey,” he groans, gaze drawn to the slick dripping from your panties, “so fucking sexy.”
Your eyes droop in pleasure at those words a low sigh leaving your lips.
“You’ve been driving me crazy,” Leon growls out, letting his gaze roam across your swollen nipples up to your dazed expression, “always so sweet, making me want to do the worst things to you.”
“Yeah?” You whimper.
“Want you under my desk at the next conference call, sucking my cock while I’m trying to work,” he drags one of his hands from your chest up to your lips; he slips first two fingers into your mouth.
“Actually just want you in here on your knees at my beck and call. Just keep the door locked and nobody’ll know my little secretary is sucking off her boss during work hours,” he presses his fingers deeper into your mouth.
You whine and suckle on them softly. He pulls them out with a soft pop.
“Touch me, please, sir,” you whisper as he drags those fingers down to your puffy nipples.
Leon sucks a hard nipple into his mouth as his right hand teases across the other with quick flicks of his damp fingers. He swaps sides, his gaze watching you bite your lip and toss your head back at the pleasure. Pulling away a little, Leon grabs each breast and presses them inward. He runs his tongue from one nipple to the other more easily, suckling them until you squirm in his lap.
“You’re gonna be working a lot of overtime, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin, “my own personal hole to use when I want.”
You keen high in your throat, “Sir!”
Leon groans low in his chest and rolls his hips upward to grind his cock against your hot wet cunt, nearly jostling you from his lap. In the motion, Leon’s sharp teeth tugs on a nipple earning a breathy sigh from your lips. He swaps to the other nipple, using his teeth so you’ll reward him with more of those sounds. After repeatedly teasing each nipple with his teeth, you tug at his hair in a silent plea to slow down. He eases off from biting to soft, gentle sucks.
“Love your tits, baby,” he mouths at your nipples, “been wanting to taste these nipples since I started working here.”
You cry out at the hot, wet suction of Leon’s mouth on your sore nipples. Your back curves forward to press your chest closer to his hungry teeth and tongue. You tangle your fingers further in his hair to have something to hold onto. Grinding your hips down, you feel more than hear him moan. You repeat the motion only this time your clit grinds against Leon’s slacks, earning a low cry of want.
“Leon,” you whimper.
He only hums in reply as he keeps up the hot suction on each hardened nub. You try rolling your hips again only to be stopped by a strong grip on your waist.
“You only get to cum from this,” Leon rumbles, voice deep as his tongue lashes against your abused nipple, “be a good girl for me or you won’t get anything.”
You mewl, clit pulsing in arousal, “I’ll be good, sir, I promise.”
He moves your hands to drape across his broad shoulders, “Don’t let your hands drop below my shoulders. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
A sharp tug of teeth on your nipple has you arching in pleasurable pain. Your hands slide up into his hair again to hold him in place, worshiping your chest.
“So perfect,” Leon murmurs, lazily mouthing his way up to your neck.
“So sweet for me,” he speaks against your skin, gently kissing across your collar bones before pulling away.
You feel dizzy and aroused, tugging Leon’s hair to pull him into a soft kiss. He groans low in his chest, pressing you harder against him as he licks into your mouth. He teasingly nips at your bottom lip, sucking on it gently before slipping his tongue further in. You moan in response, loving the feel of his slick tongue teasing your own. His hands came up and grip your hair, tilting your head at an angle where he can kiss you even deeper than before.
Before long the kiss became sloppy and wet, but neither of you really care. You can’t stop whining in pleasure as Leon fucks into your mouth, tongue hot as it teases your own. Chest rumbling in pleasure, Leon draws your tongue into his mouth to suck on it greedily. You slip your tongue away to pull his plump bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling gently before softly sucking. You drag your teeth aggressively against Leon’s lip, tongue following in silent apology for the rough treatment.
Leon growls and pulls back far enough for you to let his lip go with a small pout. His cock twitches at how debauched you look. Pupils blown wide with lust, lips kiss swollen. He moves his hands from your hair to grip your hips. You know his hold’s tight enough to bruise but you only moan in appreciation. You dip your head down to recapture his lips, but he pulls back so your mouths only brush across each other.
You whimper at Leon withholding his lips from you.
“I want to hear how you sound once you cum,” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours tantalizingly.
Fingers begin to roughly pinch and rub your swollen, sore nipples. His dark blue eyes never leave yours as you edge closer and closer to orgasm, your cunt copiously dribbling slick.
“I’m so close, Leon,” you whimper, trying your best not to grind down.
Leon smirks, “Guess I should slow down, huh?”
His fingers lightly tease over the hard peaks. His gaze drops from yours to take in the swollen nipples his fingers are touching. He groans aloud as he can’t deny himself another taste. You grip his head as Leon eagerly laps at your nipples, running his tongue across each one before gently biting.
“Please,” you beg, “Leon!”
Leon bites down harder on your left nipple as he gives the right a sharp twist. Your eyes roll back in your head as Leon gets even more aggressive. Harsh bites followed by a hot soothing tongue has your cunt dripping and needy.
“Like it rough, baby?”
You only moan wantonly in reply as Leon never lets up the assault on your abused chest. You continue to gasp and moan in the empty office.
Leon’s being so rough on you and you love it. Want him to pin you down right here and now. Make you cum all over yourself. Make you take his thick cock over and over.
Leon pulls away with a growl, pupils blown, “Honey, you can’t say things like that.”
You suddenly realize you had spoken out loud— babbling, just spouting out whatever crossed your mind. You’re so far gone now, high on arousal.
“I-I can’t help it,” you pant, “it’s so good, sir.”
“I know, my slutty little secretary just can’t help herself,” he pulls away from your chest, “she’s just gagging for her boss’ dick, right?”
You whimper, back arching, “N-no, I’m—“
“Shhh,” he thumbs open the button on his slacks, “was gonna wait but you need it more than I thought.”
He presses the fabric down until he frees his cock. He tugs your panties to the side and presses the fat head of his dick inside your wet hole.
“Was gonna make you cum from your tits but I think this might be a bit better, huh,” he grins, eyes dark and mean.
He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust and fucks up into you, grabbing your hips to pull you down at the same time. You scream from the too much feeling in your spasming cunt.
“Oh,” he groans, “tight as a fucking virgin.”
He smacks your ass with a condescending laugh, “Did I pop your cherry, sweetheart?”
Crying now, you shake your head no.
“Aww,” he mockingly pouts at you, “that’s too bad then.”
Without waiting for your pussy to adjust, he pulls out halfway to bully his fat cock back into your aching hole.
“Sir, please, I can’t,” your breath hitches on a cry, “s’too big. It hurts.”
“Fuck,” he pulls you down until his cock is buried deep in your pussy, “my big cock too much for this needy hole?”
You hiccup a sob, “Please, sir.”
“Mmm you’ll get used to it,” he pulls out til just the tip is teasing your hole then shoves his cock back deep inside your pussy.
You’re crying and clinging onto his shoulders, but a low heat is slowly building in your abdomen.
“There we go,” he coos, “just needed to fuck you a little first, honey.”
He stopped thrusting and you realize you’re the one grinding down onto his dick—a panting mouth, hazy eyed mess.
You whine but can’t stop your hips from rolling down onto the thick cock stretching you out so painfully.
“Good girl,” he smacks your ass again and you moan.
“You can ride this dick whenever you want, honey, just gotta ask,” he smirks, guiding your hips to fuck down harder.
“Yes, sir,” you slur, brain fuzzy from how deep he’s inside your cunt.
“Little slut,” he laughs, thumb brushing against your clit in slow circles, “cream my cock, honey. Want you squeezing on me when I breed that little pussy.”
You moan loudly, hips humping down on his cock, “Leon!”
“That’s right,” he groans low in his chest, “gonna creampie your sweet little cunt.”
His voice and hard cock, paired with the thumb on your clit, is edging you closer and closer to climax.
“Sir, ‘m close,” you pant, tears dripping from your eyes, “gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.”
“That’s it, honey,” he tilts his head down and pulls his thumb away from your clit.
He spits on your pussy, globs of drool dripping down the hood of your clit. He brings his thumb back to rub the slippery mess over and over and over into your sensitive bud.
Your back arches, eyes rolling back, as you clamp down on his pistoning dick. Slick coats his cock as you cum, pussy walls squeezing him like a vice.
“Fuck yeah,” he chuckles, thumb still pressing into your clit, “cream my cock so I can fill up that cunt.”
Your thighs jump and twitch from overstimulation as he keeps teasing your clit and grinding his cock deep in your pussy.
“Take it, honey, fucking take it,” he grits out, snapping his hips up into your squelching hole and pumping you full of hot cum.
You moan brokenly, pussy fluttering around his throbbing cock, liking how it feels to get creampied by your boss.
He leans back into his chair with a sigh, “Damn, gotta say that’s been worth the months of us dancing around each other.”
Your head feels totally empty so you only hum in response.
“Did I fuck you dumb, sweetheart?” He smirks, tweaking your nipples making you squeal, “s’okay, we got all weekend to do this. Just need you back in business by Monday.”
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tojirights · 11 days
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feat gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento & choso kamo
tags: 18+ smut nsfw, minors do not interact.
breeding, teasing, unprotected sex, daddy kink
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gojo satoru
teases you about it constantly. he can always tell when you're ovulating by the way you talk about babies, how you squeak every time you see a toddler in a cute little outfit, especially little boys in dino sweaters. you know gojo isn't looking to have kids soon, if ever, but he's always able to pull out the charm just enough to tease you while your baby fever sky rockets.
"oh my godd 'toru." you whine, pulling on his shirt to get his attention. the cutest little baby sits in a swing as you walk past the park, giggling as his mama pushes him. gojo just chuckles, shaking his head. "what's up baby?" he snickers, watching your eyes light up. "y'wanna go home and make one?" his eyebrows wiggle and you sigh with annoyance but you can't help the way your body reacts to his tone.
gojo wraps you in his arms and hums. "one day, princess. you'll be such a good mama." he kisses your forehead as you sink into his chest. "and you're gonna look so sexy pregnant..." he groans to himself at the thought. you roll your eyes as gojo pulls you close. "let's go practice, hm?"
toji fushiguro
loves to see you swoon over his kids, and is greatful you like 'em so much to give him a break. but he makes the mistake of falling for your little puppy-dog eyes and pouty bottom lip every night when you crawl into bed with him. he groans when you slide onto his chest, an innocent yet tempting look in your eyes.
"i wanna be a mama, toji." you say, seductive undertones of your voice making toji's cock throb. "you already are, hon." he answers with a chuckle when you playfully slap his chest. "you know what i mean!" you whisper yell, careful not to be too loud and wake the kids up. "wanna have a baby. gumi is getting soo big and i love him! but..."
toji smirks, his hands trailing down your hips and settling on your ass. "y'wanna have a baby?" he hums, lips finding your neck. "wanna be so full of me? have my kid in that belly of yours?" he bites back a moan when you grind on his quickly stiffening cock. you gasp when he suddenly flips you onto your back and looms overtop of you. "y-yes daddy please." your breathy little moan sets toji over the edge.
"anything for you, pretty girl..."
nanami kento
smart man, knows you're dying to have kids and isn't one to make you wait for almost anything in life. he's been away for a few days on a mission but you've been blowing up his phone about how much you miss him, and sending screenshots of ideas for decorating the nursery when the time comes.
he comes home from the mission with flowers and chocolate, greets you with a kiss at the door, and as soon as his hands are free, he scoops you up into his arms. "i'm ovulating..." you whisper into his ear, kissing down his jawline. nanami huffs a laugh. "you think i didn't know that, my darling?" he palms your asscheeks as he carries you to the bedroom. "you've been basically begging for a creampie since i got ready to leave." he drops you onto the mattress and follows quickly, already working on getting his pants undone.
you bite your lip, adrenaline starting to surge through you as nanami ignores the drawer where you keep the condoms. "you deserve that baby you've been so patiently waiting for, what a wonderful mother you'll be." he sighs as his raw cock pushes into your pleading pussy.
choso kamo
doesn't quite know how to react when you start making hints that you want children. he's caught off guard when you start showing him pictures of little baby shoes with cute pink bows all over them, but he can't deny that his body has a very physical and primal desire to fufill your wants. he's a family man, after all.
he wastes no time helping in tracking your cycle, wanting to take every possible chance in making your dreams a reality. he wants to see you pregnant again and again, bringing his first born as many siblings as you can both muster.
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OMG OMG OMG HEAR ME OUT PLEASE! What if Simon/Ghost comes back home from deployment and is really stressed, annoyed and angry from a mission. He’s left alone with his oldest daughter in the house and has this horrible fight with his oldest daughter and I mean like screaming because the oldest daughter can’t find her shirt and he refuses to help until finally she blurts “I hate you” to him out of the heat of the fight…CAN THIS SOMEHOW END WITH MAJOR FLUFF BETWEEN THE TWO?! If it’s too much just ignore me❤️❤️ Thank you, I love your work🤭🤭
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It was quiet in the house. Just quiet enough for Simon to process what had just happened in the last 48 hours — yet not quiet enough for his ears to ring from constant gunfire. It was a happy medium, alone bar his oldest who jogged up and downstairs at record paces. Flipping the living room upside down, and the pile of clean washing on the bottom stair was tossed to the floor in a desperate attempt to find her shirt. 
He was sitting on the sofa, head leant back, eyes shut only to hear her scuffling around. “Where’s my shirt?” She penetrated his happy silence, stood in front of him with arms dropped to her sides in a teenage palava. “Where did you put it?” 
Simon gave her a noise between a sigh and a hum, craning his neck to look up at her. “What?” He unintentionally spat, his normal tone of voice as sharp as ever. “I ‘aven’t touched your shirt.” Eyes locked to the pile of recently ironed clothes tossed to the floor by the stairs. “They’ll be in that fucking pile you’ve chucked around and walked past ten times.” 
“Well, they’re obviously not.” She groaned. 
Simon shrugged, standing up to stack this morning’s breakfast dishes. “What do you want me to do?” He shook his head at her, taking the plates to the kitchen with her trailing behind him. “I can’t magic it, can I? It’ll be wherever you’ve left it.” 
“It’s not. That’s the point. You’ve moved it.” She had genetically taken his frown, sporting it straight back to him when he had turned around to take something from the table. 
“Oh, have I?” He mumbled nonchalantly, loading the dishes into the sink with loud clatters. “Get those mugs from your room.” 
“No, I'm looking for the shirt.” Her tone matched his, stubbornly kicking her foot against the chair leg to get his attention. “Can you check mum's stuff?” 
“You can.” He turned around, a dish towel balled between his hands with a nod toward the stairs. 
Simon's moods were hard to distinguish. The primary reason being: he always seemed to be in some sort of disparity. So even when he’d come back from a particularly challenging mission, one that had asked too much from him or went horrifically wrong, he would almost always be the same as he usually was. Blunt, sarcastic and seemingly uncaring. 
You had learned to tell the difference but your daughters knew none the wiser. Leading to unknowingly provoking yet valid questions like, “What is wrong with you.” 
“Nothing. Get the mugs.” 
“You never help with shit.” She scoffed, turning on her heel to stomp upstairs and Simon’s jaw ticked. Head tilted to the side, palms leaning either side of the sink with a step back to hang his head between his shoulders. 
Having a teenage girl was the route of many headaches for Simon. Not particularly because of her, but for the natural way where everything revolves around them for an extended amount of years. Everything is embarrassing, if not first regarded as useless. And as far as Simon was concerned he fell somewhere between the two in her radar. 
“Don’t start with that.” He’d said once she had slammed the mugs down on the table behind him, his back was still toward her. 
“Well it’s fucking—“
“I mean it.” 
“It’s true you’re never here!” She shrilled. “You never do anything, you’re always angry and never help.” A beat. “You don’t even talk to us, dad.” She paused, undoubtedly eyeing him for any sort of reaction. “It’s fucked, you’re fucked.”
He turned to take the mugs, eyes avoiding hers although his jaw was tense. “And you can’t even have a conversation.” She laughed though it held no comedy. “You’ll just snap like you always do.” 
“I snap because it’s hard to switch between work and home— here.” He turned around, his daughter shying from his broad frame and low voice. Refraining from asking about Simon’s work was the one thing you had instructed all three of your kids not to do. Although, naturally it became a target point for arguments with him. A real low blow, the best and most critical hit you could land on him was his absence from home due to work. 
Bonus points if you added all he had missed, the first steps, the first words. It was a lot. But it was not there to be thrown back in his face, not as often as it was anyway. “You don’t even want to be here.” 
He shifted in his position, placing hands behind his head at her confrontation. “All of this because of that shirt.” His words directly combated hers, hitting them backward and stopping them from landing anywhere near him. Effectively avoiding her statement. 
“When’s the last time you hugged me, dad?” She said calmly yet loudly, metaphorically shattering glass over his head. 
It had been weeks, months at worst. 
His silence was telling, hands dropped down to his sides in defeat. As usual, he couldn’t find the words so she had jumped for her turn and jab one more time.
“I hate you. I hate you for that, so bad.” It came as a whisper and by that point, the kitchen had fallen quiet too. Occasional sniffs and the rubbing of the odd tear turned her face red, Simon cleared his throat. 
It only highlighted her point in that he stood still. Though, it wasn’t fair to point a finger and say it was his own fault he was that way, emotional warmth and touch just weren’t in his niche range of abilities. His thumb drew imperfect circles on the kitchen counter, staring at her with any and all outward apology he could muster. 
“I didn’t mean that.” She mumbled first, embarrassingly shifting her weight to the other foot while looking up to the ceiling, eyes darting left to right as if to hold back any more upset. She was a lot like Simon that way, although not at all. 
“I know.” He replied softly, taking a closing step toward her and placing his hand on the back of her head to pull her to his chest. “I don’t mean to be like this, you know that.” The silence made him look down to gain a nod in response, her gaze zoning out to the kitchen window as he smoothed out her hair. 
Simon was never good with words, so he always took to actions that felt even more foreign but they at least allowed for the substitution of his appeasements. “Sorry for swearing at you.” She mumbled, melting into his broad chest. 
“Someone has to put me in my place.” The vibration of the words rippled in his chest and she pulled back only to look down at the floor. “You’re a lot like me, you know.” He poked at her ribs, provoking an unwilling laugh that then turned into a smile. “A lot.” 
She shrugged, pushing his hands away after they had wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Yeah, alright.” Her frown was feigned.
“I promise you.” He turned to continue the dishes, looking back to her over his shoulder. “And your shirt is on the line.” He nodded out the window, watching as she gasped and ran outside like he had found gold. 
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bigfatbimbo · 1 month
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How does Vox angst sound? Something where the reader has to take care of an injured Vox?
I’m a Bad Liar with a Savior Complex —
1.5k words,, Vox x reader
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summary — After a bad fight with Valentino, Vox seeks comfort in his bootycall, you.
warnings — Toxic relationships, abuse, manipulation, Vox being a dick, Valentino is his own warning, hurt/comfort
a/n — I think I went way too ham on this one. The request was “Vox angst” not a poorly written shakespeare play.
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You weren’t expecting anyone that night, let alone your self proclaimed bootycall, Vox. The knock at your door was surprising on its own, but your amazement only grew when you opened it.
“Are you going to let me in—ozzz—or are you just going to st—aa—are?” He spoke through gritted teeth and with effort.
“Vox,” you place your hand on his shoulder and usher him in, “what the hell happened to you?”
Already familiar with your apartment, he flips down on the couch almost immediately and leans in head back.
Under the dim lighting of your one singular lamp, you take him in; screen cracked at the right corner, shirt disheveled, and from what you could see in his face, eyes tired and sunken.
“Oh not much—chh—“ He sighed, glitching slightly, “—just a peachy day in the park.”
You didn’t know what to do. Vox was no picnic, unfortunately, you knew that better than most. But you vaguely wonder what could have provoked this?
Vox was a smooth talker, he usually didn’t fail to charm people and kiss ass to get what he wanted. You doubt Alastor had time to cause that kind of damage these days, not to mention the interest.
So the one culprit for the mess that sat in front of you had to be… oh.
“Jesus. How’d you piss him off this time?” You genuinely ask, coming over to accompany Vox on the couch.
“Well—bzz— he’s always pissed about something. Today’s tantrum had nothing to do with the likes of—mhh—me,” Vox sighed deeply and winced as he sat up.
“Why, do you like the new look?” Coming from anyone else, the comment would have been an attempt to lighten the mood. However, Vox only meant to condescend the baffled look in your eyes.
‘Why are you just sitting there? Help me,’ his eyes, well, what’s left of his eyes said.
You sigh and get up, stopping to stare down at him one last time, “So, what do we need to fix this?” 
He contemplated for a moment, “Well, I got the hell out of dodge before I had the chance to grab a spare—szc—screen so—“ he pointed to the area around his face, “anything to stop my fucking face from chipping off would be great.”
“So, like what? Fucking ducktape?” your attempt at a joke fell flat when the expression on his face didn’t move. 
He simply grimaced. 
You frown and look longingly towards your kitchen, “I’ll see what I have.”
You end up settling for ducktape after all. A purely comical solution to what can only be described as a miserable situation.
You patched him up gently, your hand resting on the bottom of his screen and covering the chipped part, as delicately as possible, with ducktape.
“You know, it would be kind of funny. The ducktape, I mean,” you try to smile, “…but it’s not funny.”
For once in his entire existence, it seemed Vox had nothing to say. No smart-ass remarks or egotistical words fell from his mouth. Only quiet silence as he breathed shakily in and out.
You couldn’t help but analyze his actions in your head. He must be getting sick of it, being treated like garbage by Val, by Alastor, by everyone who should respect him.
Except Vox’s empire, his power, any of it couldn’t help in this regard. Valentino was apart of his life in hell, and quietly it was dawning on Vox that even he couldn’t talk his way out of this.
Not entirely anyway. They needed eachother in some sick sense. Vox knew this, and now it seemed so did you.
Your heart ached for the man. In all of his terrible ways he seemed to be finding that cruelty was a double sided sword. Except this time, he got stabbed straight through.
You finished patching him up in silence, before leaning down and placing a kiss on the top, undamaged side of screen.
Your thumb caressed the area of his cheek softly. He shut his eyes and leaned into the gentle touch, frowning deeply.
You sit down next to him once again. “You’re staying with me tonight, okay?”
He nodded weakly, partly because he didn’t want to upset his head injury. But also partially to show you how vulnerable he felt at the moment. Although an upsettingly subtle que, he gazed up at you in hopes you would just take care of him without him having to ask.
Thankfully you catch on. You guide him up from the couch and rub his back gently while leading him to the bedroom and sitting him down.
“I have some t-shirts and sweatpants in the closet. I’m gonna go get you some water,” you say, soothingly rubbing his back before leaving.
When you come back, he already changed into comfier clothing and set his work clothes on a chair near your bed, in order to not wrinkle them.
He lays curled up on the bed with his eyes open, looking as if he was about to cry. You cringe at the thought. You’d been awkward enough tonight, Vox crying did not need to add to that.
You come over to him with the iced cold cup, sit him up right, and place it in his hands.
“Drink,” you command. He does, without hesitation. Jesus, you think, Vox taking orders. Thats new. 
After downing the whole glass in one large swig, he sets it on the bed side table. 
“He threw a f—fff—ucking wine bottle at me,” Vox said glumly.
You were just happy he was talking again. You cuddle up close to him on the bed, taking him under your arm, trying not to mind the less than ideal way the corner of Vox’s screen poked into your jaw. Oh well, Vox seemed comfortable enough.
He curled closer to you, sinking into your side and shutting his eyes, but not with the intention of falling asleep.
“I’m sorry. He’s such a douchebag,” And what? Vox isn’t? Your inability to comfort him was weighing unbareabley on your mind. Do better.
“But you’re safe now, sweetheart,” you pull him closer to you under the blankets, “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
Vox hummed, the sides of his mouth flickering down as the lump in his throat grew tighter. 
You kept going, “You handled it so well. You get to relax now, okay? Nothing bad’s gonna happen under my watch.”
It was stupid, Vox thought. He was an overlord, a powerful one at that. Protection was below him. But so was getting fucked up by his angry boyfriend and running off to his side pieces apartment, so who knows?
In hindsight, it was his fault. He was sloppy in his ways of manipulation tonight and Val had caught onto him. Well, in a figurative and literal sense, he supposed.
Oh, how the powerful fall at the feet of those closest to them. Serves him right.
He knows you aren’t stupid. You knew what he said earlier about how Val’s ‘tantrum had nothing to do with the likes of him’ was a lie.
And yet, here you were helping him. Vox couldn’t wrap his head around it. Just as he couldn’t understand why you continued spewing such comforting words.
Words that, if you asked anyone else, he didn’t deserve. He stopped himself from dwelling on it when he felt the tears brew in the corner of his eyes.
“I’m proud of you, Vox,” you speak softly.
He burrows his screen in your chest. “No, you’re not,” he whispers, grasping onto your shirt softly, “And I thought I was the—spzz— the liar.”
“I’m not lying. It takes a lot to survive that crazy ass moth. Let alone, everyday. I am proud of you,” you plant a kiss on the top of his head.
That was the breaking point. Vox tried to justify his tears in his mind; It’s not like he hadn’t already been embarrassingly vulnerable tonight, anyways. Could it get much worse? 
For you, maybe. As the waterworks flowed, you shushed him softly and rubbed his back. Honestly, you were a little worried about the tears fucking up his system, because of all the cracks in his head.
Thankfully, you didn’t notice any changes, basic bodily function-wise.
You found Vox’s outburst of tears specifically alarming. He muttered little apologies throughout. However, it seemed less and less about the tears themselves.
He clung to you and his the remains of his face in your shirt, hoping you wouldn’t get pissed off at the wetness around your collar.
You let him cry, and shush him with small gentle words of praise. He looks up at you, screen slick and shiny. You lean down to give him a watery, but gentle kiss.
The sad part, you think to yourself, is that you know exactly what’s going to happen tomorrow.
Things will go back to normal, Vox’s walls will come back up as if this never happened, and he’ll continue seeing Valentino. He’ll act as if he never confided in you, and once again, you two will only be an occasional good-fuck.
There was no lesson in any of this. Almost as if the whole experience was completely futile. Nothing would change, and Vox and Val would continue in their toxic, horny, power struggle. Vox using Val to his advantage, Val getting pissed off and fucking him up. 
What did you expect? Well, you’d just about accepted this fact when Vox, half asleep, all cried out, and sleepily drooling on your shirt, muttered three small words.
“I love you.” 
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a/n — link to part two is here
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starryeyedmunson · 2 years
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sleepless nights - e.m.
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: you and eddie have always been close, and sleepovers were practically routine. on this particular night, you were having trouble going to bed due to some sexual frustation. luckily your best friend is there to help you fall asleep.
warnings: smut (minors get out), masturbation, fingering, piv sex, pet names: sweetheart, baby, princess; multiple orgasms, creampie (a little breeding), squirting, to clear up confusion the reader is 18!!
author’s note: i got this idea randomly and it’s 1 am. enjoy.
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You and Eddie Munson were inseparable. The second you guys met your freshman year, you two instantly clicked. Sure, you guys had zero things in common; you were the top of your class and practically lived at the library. Meanwhile Eddie couldn’t even point out the library on a map of your school and was at the bottom of every single class, even the ones he repeated. It didn’t matter, though, because you two found each other to be a long-needed comfort in each others’ lives.
The sound of various crickets and birds outside filled the comfortable silence in Eddie’s room as you two got ready to go to sleep. It’s normal for you two to share the same bed given how close you two are, and tonight was no different. You slipped into an oversized t-shirt you found on Eddie’s floor, and Eddie’s back was turned to you to give you some privacy. You turned back around and made your way to his bed, crawling under the covers. He followed you and got into bed on the other side of you before turning the light on his nightstand off.
“Sleep tight, Y/N,” he said sleepily.
“Night, Eds,” you replied, turning your back to him.
You gave up on trying to go to bed after about 30 minutes. You had been tossing and turning to try and find a comfortable position, but the covers were just too hot for you to actually fall asleep. You finally laid on your back and stared at the dark ceiling, wondering how you were going to fix your insomnia. You wracked your brain for ideas on how to make yourself tired, and one finally came to mind.
Absolutely not.
Even though it worked like a charm, you were not about to masturbate next to your best friend.
Your incredibly attractive best friend.
You weren’t going to lie, you had given it some thought. The idea of hooking up with Eddie had played in your mind more often than you would’ve like to admit. You never vocalized your fantasies; it would cause too much awkward tension. But you couldn’t deny the fact that Eddie was objectively hot. Sometimes you would see girls come to his shows at The Hideout and watch them drool over the guitarist, but it was rare that Eddie would even pay attention to them. His eyes always found you, and it gave you a boost of confidence knowing that you meant more to him than some groupies. However, you found yourself longing for him to see you in a different light than just his best friend.
Thinking about him playing the guitar, his fingers moving fast up and down the neck of the instrument had your hand involuntarily moving down to your underwear. This is so wrong, you thought. But the more vivid the memories became, the less you could stop yourself. You slowly moved your panties to the side and let your fingers run through your folds. You stopped at your clit and began to rub slow circles around it. You closed your eyes as you let yourself be engulfed in the feeling, images of your best friend flashing in your mind. You thought about his curly hair and how good it would feel to pull on it while his head was in between your thighs. His stupid smirk that would appear on his face whenever he saw you in the school hallways. His little touches here and there.
You couldn’t even feel your squirming around, and you definitely didn’t feel the boy next to you slowly wake up. You were too lost in your own fantasy, eyes still closed and fingers still moving.
“Sweetheart,” you heard his voice and froze. You refused to move, even when he flipped his body to face yours. “Whatcha doin down there?”
“Just trying to get comfortable,” you squeaked, completely embarrassed but still hoping he was unaware of what you were doing.
“So you thought your hand down your pants was the best way to do that?” You mentally facepalmed.
“I thought you were asleep,” you said, still refusing to make eye contact. He laughed to himself and moved closer to you, causing you to tense up.
“Does that make it any better?” he asked, and you could hear the smirk on his face. You stayed silent, but he kept going. “Since you opened up the topic, care to tell me who you were thinking about?”
“No one,” you said quickly, but Eddie was buying nothing that you were trying so desperately to sell.
“I’ll ask again,” he said. “Who made you touch yourself only a foot away from me?”
“No one,” you repeated. He sighed before continuing.
“Really,” he dragged out. “Well whoever it was clearly wasn’t doing the job.” You finally turned your head to look at him in the dark.
“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked.
“You were being so quiet. If it was actually working, you’d be a little louder. That or you’re not doing it right,” he said.
“I think I know how to masturbate, Munson,” you fought back. The embarrassment was starting to fade, but a touch of it was still there.
“I didn’t say you didn’t, all I’m saying is that you should probably have some help if you actually want to get anywhere,” he said. Your eyebrows raised as you finally understood what his end goal was.
“What, are you going to teach me?” you said, nervous about his response.
“If you’ll let me,” he said slowly. You felt his hand trace down your arm before it met with yours, which was still centered on your clit. Your breath hitched as he slowly began to move it away and replaced it with his own. “Tell me this is okay,” he breathed. You nodded your head, and his fingers slowly started to make the same motion yours were just minutes before. You let out a soft moan as he picked up speed, and you finally let yourself move. You twitched as he pressed into your clit, hitting the bundle of nerves perfectly with each circle.
“Fuck, Eddie, just like that,” you said. He turned over some more so he could have more access to you, and his hand became relentless. He lost contact with your heat only for a moment before inserting one of his ringed fingers into your pussy, causing you to arch your back. He pumped in and out, faster with each one. He added a second, and his thumb found its way back to your sensitive bud.
He worked you with a single hand, and you were loving every second. Your back physically couldn’t arch any more, and you grinded your hips down to help his fingers reach even deeper. He was hitting your sweet spot, and you began seeing stars. You’d always imagined it would feel this good, but now that you were experiencing it in real time your expectations were exceeded.
“Feel good, baby?” he said, his voice low and in your ear. You could barely form the word ‘yes’ as wrangled moans came from your mouth. “Louder, princess, wanna hear you.” Your moans grew louder as you felt yourself nearing release.
“F-fuck, please, faster,” you got out, and Eddie complied. You were hurtling towards the edge, and you knew Eddie could tell.
“Wanna feel you cum all over my fingers,” he said in a low voice, and it sent you over a cliff. Your body spasmed as you yelled out his name, and he finger-fucked you through one of the most intense orgasms you ever had. Your chest heaved as you came down, and you felt him remove his fingers slowly from you. You looked over at him, and with your eyes having now adjusted to the darkness you saw that he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.
“Feel better, doll?” he said with a sly tone. You did in fact feel better, but you craved that same high that he had given you.
“More,” you said. He raised his brows, then smiled when you kept speaking. “I want you to fuck me to sleep, Munson.”
“You’re asking for it,” he said, and he climbed on top of you. You hadn’t kissed at all, but it didn’t even matter as you felt his clothed bulge press into your pussy. You groaned at the friction, and Eddie laughed to himself. “So easy,” he said, but his cockiness turned to shit when he looked at you open your eyes to reveal your pupils taking them over completely. He got off of you only to rid himself of his underwear, and you laid back and watched him kick them off the bed. He recentered himself, moving your panties back to the side after giving his already-hard cock a couple long strokes. “So hard already, baby. Been thinking ‘bout this for a long time.”
He finally put his tip against your re-wet pussy, running it up and down and hitting your clit over and over. “Please, E-Eddie. Need you inside,” you said, and you were instantly satisfied. He pushed into you slowly, and your head fell back as he bottomed out. He set a slow pace at first, but as he sped up you lost all sense. Your legs wrapped around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer, and he took your hands to pin them above your head.
“Fuck, princess, so fuckin’ tight. Squeezing me so good,” he said, panting. You moaned so loudly the neighbors probably heard, but it felt so good that you couldn’t even think about that. He was absolutely railing you now, his hips snapping into yours. Your vision was about go black before he took one of your legs and put it on his shoulder. He was able to reach that perfect spot, his cock hitting just below your cervix with each thrust. “Tell me how good it feels, wanna hear you tell this whole trailer park who’s fucking you this good.”
“Sh-Shit, Eddie!” you screamed. “F-fuck me harder!” You didn’t even think it was possible, but he proved you wrong by pounding himself into you even deeper and faster than he was before. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes as your own rolled back into your head, but his focus was on his dick ramming in and out of your pussy. He squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling of you clenching around him, trying not to cum as your walls sucked him in. His hand let go of your wrists to move down to press on your stomach, and the feeling engulfed you both.
“Fuck, baby, you feel that?” he panted, and with each thrust he could feel himself. “So fucking deep inside of you I can feel it with my own hand.”
You were in euphoria, and you both could see the finish line coming closer and closer. “Gonna fill you up nice and good with my cum, you want that, hm?” he cooed, but all you could respond with was more screaming. “Tell me you want it, princess. Tell me you want me to cum in your tight little hole.”
“Y-yes, fuck!” you managed, and that was all you both needed. The tightness in your stomach finally snapped, and you were drowned in ecstasy, Your pussy clenched him tighter than it had ever before, and you felt yourself drench Eddie’s bare chest in your squirt. He too was pushed over his own edge, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you as it filled you up with his load.
You both were out of breath as he stayed inside you for a while, and he finally pulled out slowly. He rolled off of you to go get a towel, then came back to clean the cum that was dripping from your freshly-fucked hole. He wiped himself clean after then threw the towel on the floor, still standing up.
“Tired yet?” he said, and you choked out a laugh.
“Shut the hell up, Munson,” you said. He smiled down at you before reaching under your back and legs. He picked you up effortlessly, and your arms hung loosely around his neck.
“I would love to sleep in my bed tonight, but you made quite the mess, princess,” he said. Your face turned red as you buried it into his neck, but he just chuckled and carried you to the couch in his living room. He set you down gently, then got you a blanket and draped it over you.
“Where are you going?” you asked as he walked away.
“Just to the other couch, sweetheart,” he said.
“Wait-” you called after him, and he turned back around to you. “Is this going to be awkward in the morning?”
“Um,” he started, scratching the back of his neck. “I mean, we can just act like it never happened if you’re uncomfortable or something.”
You tried getting up, but as soon as you stood your legs gave out and you almost fell to the floor before Eddie rushed over and grabbed you. “What if I want it to keep happening?” you asked, your voice hoarse from all of the yelling before.
“I’d like that,” he said smiling. He leaned down and kissed you gently, your lips fitting perfectly together. He pulled away before breathing out a small laugh. “I probably should have done that before all that other stuff.” You smiled back before pulling him in again, your lips connecting as perfectly as they did before. He pulled away again before saying,
“How about we make another mess on this couch?”
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Hypo State
This is an Evan Buckley imagine, requested by a lovely anon, (and reader is Bobby's daughter in this imagine) I hope you will all like it. Feedback is always amazing.
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911 Masterlist
Summary: While Evan is at work, he gets an alert that (Y/n)'s blood sugar is starting to drop. Then he finds out his daughter has had to call 911.
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A smile worked its way onto Evan's face and he kept his eyes closed to fight out the morning sun breaking through the curtains. He shuffled closer and buried his lips against the top of (Y/n)'s head in her hair and his fingers ran up and down her back like cold feathers tickling over her skin.
He could feel (Y/n)'s lips pressing into his chest, silently letting him know that she was awake too. His body clock had woken him a little while before his alarm and (Y/n) always woke up whenever she felt Evan awake beside her. She didn't sleep well without him which was one of the reasons why he didn't like doing many night shifts.
Her fingertips tickled along his back but it was her lips that caught Evan's attention and livened him up. Wet, hollow kisses pressed up his sternum in a slow trail as she tilted her head back until her chin pressed into his chest and she could shimmy up the bed a little. They usually woke up with (Y/n) halfway down the bed and Evan with his head bashing the headboard. He was over six foot so moving an inch down the bed caused his feet to dangle out the bed; something he hated.
The feel of (Y/n)'s lips pressing to his neck made him take in a deep breath but when she grazed her teeth along his skin, he growled into her hair.
This was a better morning wake up than he had a few days ago. He wondered why he dreamt he had been drowning until he realised he had been laid on his back with (Y/n) sprawled out on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
Evan liked mornings like these the best when they woke up before the alarm went off and had time together. He used to be a morning person before he got married. Having (Y/n) in the bed changed his ideals and made it hard to get up now.
And when there was no little monster in the bed with them, mornings like this got even better.
"Do you have to go soon?" (Y/n) muttered the words quietly against his neck, her voice laced with sleep but her actions proved she was wide awake now.
"Hm, I've got time."
(Y/n)'s eyes shot open and a gasp tumbled past her lips when the arm around her waist tightened and his palm pressed flat against her lower back so he could flip them over. He rolled her onto her back, muffling her quiet laugh as he moved to kneel between her legs. Evan's hands planted down on the pillow either side of her head, caging her in beneath him like she was his prey and his teeth flashed in a sharp grin that looked animalistic.
She brought her hands up to cup his face, smoothing her thumbs over his cheekbones as he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips.
"This has to go," Evan muttered the words quietly against her lips, drinking in the taste of them until he was positively drunk and (Y/n) was gasping against his mouth. His hands moved down to her sides as his weight shifted to rest on his knees so he could scrunch up the bottom of her shirt that clung to her curves like a second skin that left very little to the imagination.
He didn't have to say anything for (Y/n) to lean up so he could slowly peel it off and her grin made his heart jump, especially when her smile was obscured by her teeth puncturing into her lower lip.
He threw the small, flimsy material down on the floor and gave the cover a nudge until it fell off his back and crumpled to the bottom of the bed. He was starting to burn up already, they didn't need any extra layers covering them.
While he took a moment to admire the view in front of him, (Y/n) took her chance to scrape her nails agonisingly slow over his skin, starting from his abdomen and she worked her way up until her hands were curved around his neck. Her fingers tickled the small hairs at the back of his neck and she sat up to meet him in the middle, moulding her chest against his before she pulled his lips down to hers.
(Y/n) could feel the fever behind his kiss and the way his fingertips dug bruisingly into her hips when she pushed her chest up against him just to irritate him and goad him further.
Her lips curved into a smile against his kiss and when she pulled back, (Y/n) sucked his lower lip between her teeth and gave a small tug until she could feel the growl deep within his chest, rumbling through into her own.
"Baby," Evan's groan was deep and the word was a warning. He didn't have a lot of time before the alarm was going to go off and he didn't like being teased.
Her fingertips slid away from the back of his neck and trailed their way back down the middle of his chest, covering every square inch that she could. Her plump lips left Evan's and moved towards his razor sharp jaw and when she could feel him starting to quiver beneath her, she started to kiss down his neck.
The moment her teeth grazed against the junction between his neck and shoulder, about to leave a mark, Evan suddenly clenched her wrists in a tight grip and leaned his weight onto her again. He pushed her down on the bed and fell forward until his chest slammed into hers and her hands were pinned down on the mattress. Evan tried to keep some of his weight pushed back on his legs and his elbows so he didn't crush his wife beneath him, but he could still feel every crevace of her moulded up against him.
And as always, he leaned slightly to the left so he wouldn't touch the small oval plaster patch on the right side of her abdomen.
Her Dexcom.
A small sensor just beneath the skin that took continuous readings of (Y/n)'s glucose levels so she didn't have to prick her finger and check her levels through her blood anymore. It didn't hurt but Evan never wanted to lean too close or press on it just in case he did one day hurt her or damage it.
"Hmm, my turn." There was something demanding and authorative in his voice that was not to be messed with and all (Y/n) could do was turn to jelly beneath his touch.
She barely had chance to gasp before Evan smothered her mouth with his and let his tongue explore past her lips.
Wet, panting kisses were peppered along her neck and down the middle of her throat so every time she gasped or swallowed, Evan could feel each movement. He let go of her hands and moved his fingertips across her sides and down the dips and curves to that special area just above her hips where (Y/n) was ticklish. He loved the way her stomach would pull in and she would jump against his touch when all he had to do was lightly trace the pad of his finger along her skin and it had her gasping and laughing beneath him.
"We won't be needing these any more." He hooked his fingers into the top of her underwear and shuffled back on his knees to remove them when (Y/n) lifted her legs.
She watched him throw the dark red lace onto the floor along with her top and a deep laugh rumbled past his lips when she pressed her feet against his hips and managed to push his boxers down rather easily from where she was laid on her back. If he wasn't going to let her sit up and do it manually, she had to get creative.
"That's both impatient and impressive, baby."
(Y/n) grinned up at him but she let her eyes fall down to watch him roll his boxers past his knees so he could kick them onto the floor. When they were off, (Y/n) sat up and looped her arms back round his neck, desperate to be as close as possible.
"Do you have to leave us for two whole days, Evan?" She knew exactly what kind of reaction she got from using his name and as expected, something burned deeper and darker in his eyes. He was going on a double shift today and wouldn't be home until tomorrow night.
She felt his hand move and his arm wrapped like an iron bar around her back just above her bum so he could reel her in and pull her closer. He held her so close and tight that he lifted her up from her bed and she had to shuffle her weight onto the back of her legs to stay tall against him like this. Her hands dug tightly into his shoulders to steady herself, but a silent gasp left her lips when his other hand dug lovingly into the underside of her thigh.
(Y/n) felt her back hit the headboard and her knees coiled up as Evan shifted forward so he was leaning on her chest and kneeled between her spread legs. He looked- and acted- like he had always belonged there between her thighs, and he always would.
"It's not by choice, baby, I'd much rather stay right here," His voice was gruff and thick but he barely got the last word out before he crashed his lips against hers in a silent battle. He dug his nails tighter into her thigh and moved her leg to hook it around his hip so he could brace his hand on the wall behind the bed. The last thing he wanted was to put all of his weight onto (Y/n) or give her bruises down her spine from the wooden headboard.
"Daddy!"
"Damn." Evan leaned down and buried his face in the crook of (Y/n)'s neck, feeling her shudder against him when he sank his teeth down into the soft flesh and tugged.
Lottie was crying.
That was a sure sign that she was now wide awake and wasn't likely to settle back to sleep or wait five minutes for one of them to go and comfort her. She was awake and already demanding attention which Evan was going to have to provide. He was going to be at work for the next two days without his wife or four year old in his sights or wrapped up in his arms. Evan needed whatever comfort he could grab with them both now before he headed off for work.
"I'll go get her," (Y/n) cupped Evan's face in her hands so she could peck his lips again. But she didn't get to move far before Evan nudged her back against the bed an gave her thigh another squeeze.
"Nope. She's mine until I have to leave," Evan grinned against her mouth but his attention turned to the bedside table when his phone pinged.
His thumb traced across her jaw and he pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek before he reached across and grabbed his phone. Squinting at the brightness to try and see what notification he had and trying to turn off his alarm at the same time, now that he was well and truly awake.
His lips curved into a smile and he set his phone down before he opened his top bedside drawer and rummaged around until his fingers found the sweetie bag stuffed beneath his wallet, chargers and loose change.
He relished the way (Y/n)'s eyes widened and followed his movements when he placed the bag of jelly babies down on the pillow next to her.
"Pop a sweet, baby girl. You need some sugar." With a lasting kiss to her lips, Evan grinned against her mouth and gave her a squeeze before he slowly climbed off her and stood up.
Her Dexcom was connected to her phone, but Evan got the alerts and notifications too. He wanted to be safe. If (Y/n) started having a hypo during the night, she didn't always wake up, she was a heavy sleeper whereas every little noise woke Evan. He would wake up when his notifications went off so he would know if her sugar levels were dropping or rising too fast.
He made it a point to keep glucose sachets and a stash of sweets safe in the jeep on the off chance (Y/n) needed them to boost her levels while they were out. And Evan always had some sweets around the apartment. Jelly babies happened to be his weakness and he knew they were good to boost (Y/n)'s levels if she ever needed them.
Evan rattled a hand through his curls, flopping them around his head as he looked around the floor for his boxers. He couldn't be too annoyed at Lottie, his alarm would have gone off in exactly three minutes anyway and ruined the moment. And Evan wanted to spend the morning with his little girl while he got ready for the morning. He would eat breakfast with his family, then head to the station and wait for the chaos to ensue and the weekend to drag out into a year.
When he found his boxers, Evan snapped them back over his hips and stretched his arms high above his head, hitting the doorframe as he headed out into Lottie's room.
As expected, Lottie was sat up in her bed, a few tears traced down her face and her baby blonde hair askew in every direction. Poking up into ringlets and curls like she had been electrocuted. Evan took a guess that she had had a bad dream to wake up crying. Usually Lottie was hard to get out of bed, she didn't like going to bed early and hated getting up before seven in the morning.
"Hi sweetie," A grin curved onto Evan's lips and he flashed his teeth and stretched his arms out to pick her up. "Are you gonna get ready with me this morning before I have to go?"
He lifted Lottie up into his arms and let her curl up against his bare chest with her head snuggled beneath his chin and both arms looped around his neck rather tightly.
"You off to see grandad?"
A soft smile flooded Evan's face that made his eyes crease at the corners and he grinned into the top of Lottie's hair, bouncing her higher on his chest as he slowly padded across the hall back towards his and (Y/n)'s room.
Lottie didn't understand what a fireman was, she was only four. But she understood that Evan's job was important and he helped people every day when he went to work. But most of the time, she seemed to think Evan went to work just to see her grandad. She thought Evan and Bobby went out driving around the streets and had so much fun without her.
"Yeah, sweetie. I'm gonna see pops."
***
"Here,"
Evan looked up from where he was slouched down on the sofa and he sat up a bit straighter when Chimney stood over him, holding out Evan's signature cup. His brows quirked and he reached out for his cup, grinning when he realised Chimney had made him a cup of coffee.
"Did you remember-"
"Four sugars, because you need to be tanked up to function." Chimney glanced down at the cup with a raised brow before he handed it over to Evan who instantly took a large gulp. He couldn't understand how Evan could have so much coffee and all the sugar he did but without it he got headaches and could barely function on his usual hyperactive level.
"Thank you," He murmured around the rim of the cup while Chimney flopped down on the sofa beside him.
Evan found himself grinning again when he looked down at the cup he'd gotten last year from Lottie. (Y/n) had neatly painted 'No.1 Dad' in italics and then either side of that, Lottie had dipped her hands into plum purple paint and done hand prints on the mug. The moment he got it, Evan brought it straight down to the station and proudly told everyone it was his new mug he would be using from now on.
"So how'd it go yesterday, with Lottie?"
A sigh passed through Evan's lips as he sat up and hunched forward so his elbows could rest on his knees with one hand curled around his mug.
"I walked her in all smiles but the moment I turned to leave, she screamed. I had to run out before I took her with me."
Lottie was having a hard time being left at nursery and it didn't matter who took her. She would scream, cry and throw a tantrum when anyone tried to leave her. Evan wasn't sure if she was panicking that they wouldn't be there to pick her up in the afternoon or whether she was having attachment issues and didn't want to be without her parents. Either way, it broke his heart to take her and watch her go red in the face, begging for him to take her back home.
"What if you threaten to call Bobby?" Chimney knew Lottie was attached to Bobby, she spent every weekend with him and Athena and she had her grandad wrapped around her little finger.
"(Y/n) tried that, backfired though when Lottie cried for him to pick her up and he practically caved."
Bobby prided himself on being level headed and fair with the team and he was the best captain any of them had ever had. But when it came to his granddaughter, he couldn't seem to say no and it broke him to have her on the phone, crying and begging for him to come and take her home. He didn't know how to respond to that. He couldn't try and talk her out of it or calm her down like he would with the team.
When his phone buzzed in his pocket, Evan leaned forward and set his cup down on the coffee table. The smile faded from his lips when he looked at the notification on his phone.
Glucose level: 3mmol/l.
"Shit."
"You okay?"
"I just need to make a quick call," Evan was up and at the stairs before Chimney could give a reply. He swiped down onto (Y/n)'s contact and dialled her number.
Her glucose had dropped below the limit. His phone pinged against his ear with another two alerts from (Y/n)'s app, advising to sit down and have something to eat. He knew the third alert was a list of foods and drinks (Y/n) should have to boost her levels before she went into a hypoglycaemic state.
"Fuck, baby can you call me back or text me please? I'm starting to get a lot of alerts that your sugar is dropping. Please let me know you're okay." Evan tried ringing again after leaving a voicemail but he didn't get a reply and each ringtone that blared out made his heart beat faster in his chest. He sent three texts, one right after the other before he started to jog down the stairs.
(Y/n) couldn't be busy if her levels were getting this low, she would be feeling some sort of effect. She would be feeling lightheaded, dizzy, sweating and possibly confused. She had to ring him and let him know she was alright because if the alerts carried on he would be heading straight home to check on her.
When he got another notification that told him (Y/n) was in the danger zone with her levels, his body started to shake.
"Where's Cap?" His voice lowered an octave deeper than usual and his loud tone demanded attention with a force he didn't know he had. He watched Hen's eyes go wide as she silently pointed behind her towards Bobby's office, watching him with worry on her face.
Evan kept his phone in his hand as he jogged past the truck and down the small corridor, relief on his face when his father in law came into view.
"Buck… everything okay?"
"No. Look," He thrust his phone into Bobby's hand before he clamped both hands down on his hips and switched his weight from foot to foot in nervous panic. "(Y/n)'s levels are dropping and I can't get hold of her, she isn't answering me. I think I need to go check on her."
"Right. If you-"
Bobby cut himself off before he could properly start, tilting his head back when the siren started to blaze. He needed to go and check they had enough staff for this callout, then he could authorize Evan to head home and check on the girls.
The pair of them stood in perpetual panic, waiting for the first siren to start fading so the tanoid could announce their new call and tell them what kind of call they had. If it was a small one and not a huge pile up or a spreading town fire then Evan would be fine to leave.
"Medical assistance required at Suitcliffe apartments. Diabetic female, early twenties, collapsed and going into a state of shock. Repeat, medical personnel required."
Evan was running before Bobby could reach out and grab him. He skidded down the corridor, around the corner and towards the truck without grabbing his jacket or his helmet. His eyes locked with Eddie who had both their gear in his hands and a panicked expression on his face when he listened to the tanoid announcement repeat itself again.
"Buck, isn't that your building?"
"It's (Y/n)! She's having a hypo, get in the truck. Everybody get in the fucking truck now!"
***
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Hi… can someone help mummy?"
The meek, quiet voice on the other end of the line had shivers running up and down Josh's spine. He sat up straighter in his seat and pressed the GPS button to try and locate where the girl was calling from. She sounded young, he couldn't imagine her knowing her address or the name of wherever she was calling from.
"What's your name hun?"
"Lottie." She sounded sweet, there wasn't as much panic in her voice as some other kids whose calls Josh had taken before.
"Okay Lottie, why does mummy need help?"
His eyes narrowed in his screen as he started typing in her name and adding in the notes that a child was calling on behalf of a parent. He could tell he was going to need paramedics and possibly one of the fire stations if the girl and her mum were locked in their house and she couldn't unlock the door. Most little kids didn't know where the keys were kept or couldn't get to them. That left the fire team to bust down the door to get inside.
"Daddy said if… if mummy falls asleep on the floor, and shakes, I need to call for help."
That sounded like a seizure. And if the parent had briefed Lottie on how to call for help in this situation, that meant the mother was most likely an epileptic or had an ongoing medical condition that required a lot of help.
"Is your mummy shaking a lot? Does she have seizures?"
"No. She has sugary blood."
Josh leaned back in his chair and did a quick sweep of the dispatch centre until his eyes clocked sight of Maddie. Once the pair locked eyes, he lifted his chin and waved his hand at her to beckon her over to him. He had a creeping suspicion that the little girl on the phone might be the same Lottie Maddie was always talking about on her break.
"Everything okay?"
"I have a girl named Lottie on the line, her mummy had sugary blood… is it your niece?" His lips curled into a grimace and he sucked in a deep breath when Maddie visibly paled in front of him. She held her hand out to him and waited impatiently for him to hand over the mic and ear piece to her and they switched seats.
"Lottie, is that you sweetie? It's aunt Maddie." She wheeled the chair closer and bumped her knees against the desk, focusing in on the GPS location on the phone which made her stomach drop. This was her niece. The phone was in Evan's apartment.
"Maddie! Mummy needs help… I want daddy,"
"That's okay sweetie, I'll make sure your dad comes home. Now can you tell me where your mum is, where abouts at home are you?"
"She's in the living room, on the floor. She isn't talking to me anymore,"
There was no way Maddie could start to explain to Lottie about finding the emergency glucagon in the kitchen. She was too young to understand and far too young to be giving (Y/n) an injection or finding the powder or sachets to squeeze into her mouth. The best Maddie could do was rush paramedics to her family and stay on the line.
"How's her breathing? Can you hear her breathe or see her chest moving? Try to touch mummy's chest and feel if it's moving up and down." The chances were that (Y/n) was breathing okay but Maddie had to be sure. She had seen her sister in a lot of diabetic hypo or hyper states over the years. But Lottie had never had to call the emergency line before.
"She's panting."
"That's good." It was better than (Y/n) not breathing at all or wheezing or barely having any intake. "I need you to do me a favour sweetie, and try to push mummy so she's laid on her side. Daddy showed you the recovery position, remember? Arms stretched out, head tilted up, yeah?"
Evan wanted Lottie to know what to do in emergency situations, he, Bobby and Athena had talked her through various situations and told her enough stories about their work that she would know what to do. It was drilled into her about calling 911 for any sort of help and she knew the number because she always pointed it out whenever she saw one of the fire trucks.
With (Y/n) being type one diabetic, they needed Lottie to know what to do if (Y/n) became sick, collapsed or passed out and no one else was around. But every other time (Y/n) had collapsed, Evan had been home with them.
The one time they had been out in town together and (Y/n) couldn't control her sugar levels, she took Lottie with her to the station. And the team looked after them both.
"I've done it, mummy's very sweaty… daddy says that's a bad sign." Lottie laid her chest over (Y/n)'s arm and perched her chin on her mum's shoulder while she kept the house phone on the floor beside them.
Her mum was taking very shallow, panting breaths, she wasn't awake anymore and she was starting to sweat as well as shake.
When (Y/n) started to feel dizzy and felt panic bubbling up in her chest, she tried to get Lottie to sit and watch tv so she could go to the kitchen. She had some fruit juice to try and boost her levels but she still felt thirsty and like she was going to be sick. Then when a piece of fruit didn't do anything to boost her levels and she heard her phone alerting her, she began to panic.
Suddenly she was on the floor, trying to tell Lottie to call the emergency number before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she was a trembling, sweating mess on the floor.
"It's okay sweetie because you know what? Your daddy and grandad are on their way now to you. They will be two minutes and I'll stay on the phone with you until they get there."
Maddie was relieved to see that the dispatch notification had gone straight to the one-eighteen station since they were the closest to the scene and available to help. That meant Evan, Bobby or both of them would be on this call and would be able to calm Lottie down and look after (Y/n) because Maddie could hear her niece beginning to cry.
For a brief second, she muted the line to Lottie and switched to the one-eighteen radio. She had to let them know what call they were going into.
"Dispatch to one-eighteen, Captain Nash?"
"This is Captain Nash."
"Please be advised your daughter is the casualty and inform firefighter Buckley that Lottie is on the emergency line. (Y/n) is unresponsive and in a hypoglycaemic state, she's been put in the recovery position and is still breathing at this point."
"Copy."
A groan tumbled past Evan's lips as he clasped his hands together and pressed them against his temple. He leaned forward and spread his knees apart so he could hunch forward like he was going to be sick. He taught Lottie how to call 911 and what to say and how to get help but he never dreamed his baby girl would actually have to do anything like this. It was to keep her safe, to prepare her but Evan never wanted her to have to call for help.
He had to get home to his girls.
With one hand still pressed against his temple, Evan rummaged his other hand in his back pocket until he found his house keys. He began to swirl them around his index finger, moving faster and faster to try and level out the anxiety bubbling up in his body.
He was thankful Bobby wasn't the one driving, he knew the Captain could be level headed no matter the situation, but Bobby might have gone a little soo fast and sharp around the corners if he was driving tonight.
Tremors rattled through Evan when the truck finally pulled up and he could throw off the headset and jump down to the pavement.
He bolted across the pavement to the apartment complex and punched in the keycode, swinging the door open wide enough for everyone to filter in behind him. Evan knew waiting for the lift would waste time when his apartment was on the fourth floor so he led the march up the stairwell.
Hen was hot on his heels, medic bag on her shoulder with Bobby a few paces behind her. While Chimney and Eddie headed over to the lift and waited with the gurney between them. They weren't carting the gurney up the stairs, they would hang back and take a slow journey up the lift.
"Lottie? Lottie baby it's me, where are you?!" Evan started to speak before he got the door open and when it swung wide, he diverted himself towards the kitchen. As soon as he reached the medicine cupboard, he flung it open, knocked out a few items he would tidy away later and grabbed the black zip up case.
"Daddy!"
Spinning on his heels, Evan bypassed Hen, almost knocking her out of his path so he could speed past the stairs and head into the living room. He dropped down to his knees, dumping the medic case on the floor near his feet before his arms cocooned around his daughter.
He reeled Lottie into his chest and kissed the side of her head, closing his eyes as he leaned forward. One hand cradled the back of her neck and the other bound around her waist, keeping her cuddled up into his chest as she whimpered and cried into his neck.
"Alright baby, shh it's okay. You've done so well… look, you stay with grandad while I help your mum, okay?" He sank back on his heels and tilted his head up to look at Bobby while Hen bent down on (Y/n)'s other side.
"Come here sweetheart," Bobby bent down and held his arms out, reeling Lottie into his chest after Evan kissed her temple and lifted her up.
As soon as Bobby retreated towards the kitchen with Lottie perched on his hip, Evan turned around and leaned down to look at his wife.
(Y/n) was laid on her side, both arms stretched out awkwardly in front of her and her head tilted back. The trembling was worse than Evan was used to, it was as if she was being roughly shaken back and forth by invisible hands. And he didn't have to move closer to see the sweat glistening on her skin like beads sparkling in the light.
With a gentle touch, he rolled (Y/n) over so she was laid on her back and Hen stretched her legs out. They didn't need her in the recovery position anymore unless she was at risk of throwing up and Evan doubted she would be sick.
"What's in here?" Hen tapped the black case Evan had brought through from the kitchen while she rummaged around in her medic bag and handed the blood pressure cuff over to Evan. She placed a monitoring clip onto (Y/n)'s index finger and got out her stethoscope, moving it to (Y/n)'s trembling chest.
"Emergency glucagon injections… God, her BP's plummeting,"
Evan held the blood pressure monitor so tightly he was about to snap it in half when he watched the numbers fall lower and lower with a drastic beep that started to scream in his ears. Once it finally found the accurate yet worrying reading, Evan unstrapped it and left it beside them on the floor.
"Come here baby," He whispered quietly as he slipped his hands beneath (Y/n)'s shoulders and lifted her up so he could rest her head and shoulders over his lap. His fingertips rubbed up and down (Y/n)'s bare arms to try and stimulate her and calm them both down.
His eyes focused on Hen when she unzipped the case and got out the two small viles and a needle. She was quick to fill the needle and take (Y/n)'s arm, dosing her up on glucagon that would break down through her body and boost her levels back up. It had been a few months since Evan had needed to use the emergency glucagon. Normally when (Y/n) had a hypo, he got her sat down, gave her some sweets or fruit or a can of fizzy pop and after twenty minutes and a few different things to eat, her levels evened out and the episode wore off.
"Pushing fluids wide open," Hen laid an IV bag out beside her leg and capped the needle into the back of (Y/n)'s right hand, taping it in place.
Evan found his phone in his pocket and opened up (Y/n)'s Dexcom app, placing his phone on the floor between him and Hen so they could both keep check of her levels. If they didn't start to rise soon (Y/n) would need another injection and an overnight stay at the hospital.
"Hey there," Hen rubbed her hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm and tried to smile reassuringly when she noticed (Y/n)'s eyes begin to flutter.
"Baby? Are you back with us?"
A quiet murmur fled past (Y/n)'s chapped lips and she slowly turned her head to the left, brushing her nose into Evan's thigh. Her limbs felt like they were made of gold, weighing her down to the floor and her pulse was throbbing and making her skin feel like it was vibrating. She managed to move her left hand and her arm flopped around above her until her fingers curled around Evan's bicep and she gave him a tight squeeze.
Her head flopped forward until her chin was tucked into her chest when Evan's hands slipped beneath her arms and he gently hoisted her up. His knees parted to the sides so (Y/n) could slot perfectly between his thighs with her back resting up against his chest and his arms cocooned around her waist.
(Y/n) dropped her hand back down and clenched Evan's hand tightly, groaning when shakes and spasms tore through her body and had her jolting back into Evan's chest.
"Levels are starting to pick back up, we should still take you to the emergency room though, you're going into shock." Hen waved her hand over at the boys when Chimney and Eddie wheeled the gurney inside, looking around to see what they were walking into.
"Are you alright, baby? You nearly gave me a heart attack," Evan pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head, breathing into her hair as he tightened his arms around her.
"You c-came home?" (Y/n)'s voice was quiet and croaky. Her throat felt dryer than the desert and her lips were chapped and in need of a drink. One thing about having these hypos was that they usually made (Y/n) thirsty and no amount of fluids could quench her thirst when she felt like this.
"Lottie called 911, but I would have come home even if she hadn't."
A fire burned in Evan's chest when (Y/n) suddenly began to cry. Her eyes were half-lidded and barely focused and her lower lip trembled as her body started to shake worse. She tucked her face into the crook of Evan's neck, brushing her nose against his skin while she clenched both hands tightly over his wrists, unable to stop herself from sobbing.
What had she done? She had frightened Lottie. She had scared their four year old and made her call 911. Lottie had never had to do that before, (Y/n) had never gotten into this state when she was alone with Lottie.
"Shh, hey, no it's okay she's alright. Shh," Evan moved one hand up to cup (Y/n)'s jaw while he tilted his chin down and smothered her temple with his lips. He began to sway them from side to side to try and calm her down, he didn't want her to panic or get upset. She couldn't help being ill and they had prepared Lottie for this kind of situation and in a few days it would be long forgotten to Lottie.
His head turned to the right and he looked up when Chimney patted him on the shoulder and motioned towards the gurney. They should take (Y/n) down to the hospital now.
"Alright, ready?"
Hen picked up the saline bag while Evan tilted around and curved one arm behind (Y/n)'s back while the other went beneath her knees. If this were a normal call out Evan wouldn't dream of picking someone up like this. But this was his home, his family. His wife. He lifted her up and laid her down on the gurney while Hen put the saline bag by her ankle so it wouldn't get crushed or tangled up.
"Mummy's alright now, see?" A small smile pulled at Bobby's lips as he bounced his granddaughter on his hip and walked away from the kitchen towards his daughter.
He was used to being the one to give (Y/n) her injections after her sugar levels plummeted or rose too high. He was the one who used to find her collapsed in her bedroom at home or pick her up from school when she started to become panicked and confused during a hypo. It was strange for Bobby to take a step back and let Evan be the one to look after (Y/n) instead.
But he would gladly step back and switch to looking after Lottie instead. She had tired herself out in all the panic and was now curled up in Bobby's arms with one hand smoothing up and down the LAFD logo on his shirt. Her head was tucked beneath his chin and she was almost asleep since Bobby had been stood in the kitchen, swaying her from side to side while he told her a story.
And he had unzipped his jacket, moved Lottie against his chest and zipped his jacket back up around her like a blanket so only her head was on show.
Bobby moved towards the stretcher, keeping Lottie secure with one arm while he stretched his other hand out and placed a can of Dr Pepper against (Y/n)'s thigh. She would need to eat or drink something sugary to boost her levels before they dropped again.
"Do you feel okay sweetheart?" He smiled when (Y/n) reached out to take his hand and he squeezed tight as the team headed towards the lift.
(Y/n) didn't have the words or the energy to speak so she settled for nodding and pulling her dad's hand closer to her chest. She could feel Evan's hand on her shoulder and her eyes were locked on Lottie curled up against Bobby's chest, almost asleep despite the panic.
Her eyes flitted up to look at Evan and she leaned her head to the side and nuzzled her cheek against his arm.
"Good job I've got the app on my phone as well, huh baby?"
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reader being a brat towards ellie all day until eventually ellie just snaps and goes “the fuck did you just say to me?” ahdhrhejrhhsbfjejejdhdj
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ as always. brat!reader & brat tamer/mean!ellie. name calling, fingering!r receiving, slapping, spit, overstim, rough treatment, pinch of dacryphilia & dumbification
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i went a little overboard. 3.5k words. sorry it took so long.
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Maybe it had been too cold that morning. Perhaps you slept slightly wrong and woke up a little sore or had a bad dream. Or you could blame it on the way the sun pressed through the cracks of your window, irritating your eyes into an early rise. It didn’t really matter what had caused it, just that something did. From the moment you woke up, everything was irritating you.
The way your skin pressed against the suddenly itchy bed sheets.. how your sleeping shorts had become slightly off-kilter, it all sent tiny pricks of annoyance over your skin. As you huffed and sat in bed, your girlfriend woke beside you. Her hair was messy in the sort of way that would usually send you tumbling right back into a lying position, pressing kisses to her cheeks. Instead, you shooed her wandering hand away, pouting and mumbling for her to get off you. Usually, your bad mornings tumbled into this, a bratty attitude laid out over Ellie, scrambling to find a way to blow off steam. You just couldn’t help it. You knew it would always end in your favorite way to rid of this awful feeling.
You would swear up and down until you were dizzy and red in the face that you were not being a brat. Scoff that you weren’t pushing all the right buttons to get attention, that your attitude did not exist. Usually, Ellie would let the small comments or envelope-pushing slide past her. It was attention you were looking for, and Ellie knew better than to give bratty girls any of that. Today, however, you had kicked everything up a notch.
The creeping frustration that built on your bones was begging to be released, to be silenced into buzzing against your ears instead of the metal screeching it began to resemble. The only way you could find to coax the feeling down? Acting up. It started right away when the two of you left the bed. You turned your face when Ellie leaned in to kiss you, shrugging her off as you dropped out of the annoying fabric of your shorts.
“What’s got you in a mood?” Ellie asked quickly, watching as you kicked away the bottoms dramatically.
“Nothing,” you ignore her gaze as the word came out clipped. Now only in a long shirt, you pass through the door, Ellie hot on your heels. “You're not gonna put pants on?”
Your girlfriend and you both make your way down the stairs of your shared home, though your feet are a little heavier against the wood. You roll your eyes at her simple comment. “Don’t roll your eyes at me,” Ellie warned before you could answer her previous question.
Of course, you do it again, “Why would I? Got nothing to do..” your fingers find the wall as you stomp to the kitchen.
“Jesse and Dina are supposed to come over,” Ellie offered in a reply, trying again to grab at your tensed-up waist as you found the counter. You avoid the affection, flipping to look at her with a glare. “So tell them I don’t want them to!”
“Stop with the attitude,” Ellie groaned, earning her a quick middle finger as you slammed yourself behind the bathroom door next to the kitchen.
Your attitude the rest of the day was not better, nor was it very fair to your girlfriend. By midday, she knew the game you were playing, whether intentionally or not. The brattiness, the sly comments you made, or how you avoided doing anything she asked— it just built upon themselves with the ticking clock.
You were lying on the couch still early into the afternoon, your shirt bunched up enough to reveal the pretty lace piece you wore. That’s when Ellie asked you a favor. “Baby, pass me my sketchbook? I left it on the window ledge behind you,” her voice is gentle, not looking to push her luck with you. She was searching through her backpack to find pencils, green eyes finding your own after the question.
“No, I'm too comfy,” you shrugged, glancing over at her. Ellie’s jaw clicked, fist clenching around the pencils as she approached you. Not wanting to feed into your display, she simply leaned over you on the couch. Hovering for just a moment before she grabbed the sketchbook, she then shoved your feet so she could sit next to you. You had mumbled some words of disapproval, feet kicking against her a bit before a hand came down on your ankle, squeezing enough to end the childish display.
When the day dragged on, and your frustration found no cure, tensing all of your muscles up, you pushed a little more. You had shaken away the idea of simply telling Ellie you were wound up because, in your mind, that simply didn’t make sense. Instead, your only sign is a few of your bratty antics becoming a little more physical. You were more obviously searching for some sort of release to the pressure building.
When Ellie was in the kitchen, speaking on the phone to who you could only guess was Jesse, you pushed by her. The space was definitely big enough to squeeze through your two bodies without much touching, but you did. Your ass pressed against her front as you slid through the area between the counter and the island she had settled in between, making sure to take your time. You pretended to search through some papers on the island before stepping away. When Ellie reached to tug your shirt back, you slapped her hand away. Soon you were speaking loudly enough to embarrass her to the other line of the phone, “Stop being grabby, Ellie.”
If looks could kill, you were sure your knees would have caved in with the glare your girlfriend shot you. Ellie’s cheeks flushed as the voice on the phone started laughing, making her rub a hand over her forehead. You simply walked away, that tension in you only tightening when Ellie didn’t follow after you, instead acting unbothered.
When the sun began setting, you found yourself lying on your shared bed. You did your best to focus on the pages beneath your fingers, but your mind instead drifted to Ellie. You had resorted to ignoring her after she didn’t play into your game, stomping up the stairs and into your room. It left you alone and wondering too much about what she may be up to downstairs without you.
The book you attempted to use as stress relief was no help in easing you; its white pages only irritating the pads of your fingers more. The flame in your chest was licking all of the surrounding areas now— and no book or act of brattiness seemed to be dousing it into something manageable. What you needed was Ellie, and right on cue, she walked through the door.
Ellie was tugging on a jacket over her white undershirt in a way that brought your eyebrows into a furrowed stance, a twinge of unease adding to the annoyance already there at the thought she may be leaving. “Where are you going?”
Your girlfriend found your gaze as she searched around for something. “Seeing Dina and Jesse since you didn’t want them over,” Ellie’s fingers wrapped around the keyring she seemed to be looking for.
The words from earlier revisit you, how you had complained about your friends coming over. It was a little embarrassing, but any of that feeling was drowned over by the growing fire that found its way to your throat from Ellie’s tone.
“I don’t want you to go over there either,” you cross your arms. By now, there was no denying you were just being bratty, and a little ridiculous. There was no excuse for how you tried to poke at Ellie’s demeanor with the demand, looking to egg her on into some sort of reaction that she denied you all day.
“Babe,” Ellie sighed, “don't do this right now.”
You were treading on thin ice, the cracks of the frozen water taking place on Ellie’s face first, a frown building on her pretty lips. “I said don’t go,” you try again when she steps to the door.
“And why shouldn’t I?” your girlfriend challenges, pausing at the door frame as green eyes searched for a hint of truth behind your annoyed face.
“Because I told you not to.”
Ellie actually scoffed at that remark, feet planting solidly in between the bedroom and hallway, a clear sign you had absolutely gotten your way. “Because you told me to?”
Still, you pushed more than you should. “Yea, can’t you fucking listen?” the foul language asked for a death wish, one that you knew you were sure to get when Ellie straightened up, looking away from your place on the bed.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Ellie steps closer to the bed, jacket falling off of her shoulder as the room seems to close in; walls gain a nasty tilt to them as she stands above you. It leads the book to fall off the side of the bed as you move to your knees, hurrying to where Ellie stood at the edge.
The frustration you had felt all day was reaching its peak, unable to form a wall against any words from falling from your mouth as you continue your little rant, despite knowing you had already pissed Ellie off enough.
“Think I was pretty clear,” your voice is a little more shaky than you would like it to be, but there's no helping the noise in your throat with the way Ellie is staring at you. You can feel it all over, though the heat it causes peaks in your lower stomach.
“You’re such a brat,” Ellie grits, the jacket shoved completely off, causing a mess on the floor as she finally gives in. A hand reaches forward, gripping your chin harshly enough that it stings, lips pressing open. “You think you can tell me what to do, especially after acting up all fuckin day? You should be apologizing.”
With your cheeks squished uncomfortably against your teeth, it's hard to sound very demanding. You still try your best, eyes narrowing as you speak, “I am not a fucking brat.” The answer seems to anger Ellie even more; her eyes send a sickly excited feeling through your veins. It burns against your mind like a drug you can’t get enough of. You knew what came next, and yet you still pushed your thinning luck.
“And you think you can tell me what to do? Tell me to apologize?” The words earn a slight tap on your cheek with her fingers in a warning. It almost makes you back down, though the losing blow is Ellie’s next move. A quick shove back into the plush blankets of your bed have you scrambling before your wavering confidence can protect your stance. The knee that slots between your waiting thighs is the kill shot, Ellie now caging you in.
“You don’t wanna say sorry, angel?” the girl asks, the denim of her jeans pressing against the lace panties in a way that has you struggling to stay coherent, a small poke in the right direction of ending this overwhelming pent-up energy. You only shake your head in response.
“Then I’ll just have to make you, hm?” Ellie has lost any softness to her words, likely chipped away by the fraying patience she had for your actions today. Her jean-clad knee presses into you again, moving gently against your underwear. “Make you behave again,” she continues, watching as your lip tugs between the pearly white of your teeth.
“El-” you begin, only to be cut off by her tsking. “Brats don't get to talk. You know that.”
“Good thing I’m not a brat,” you protested, leading another hand to find a grip on your cheeks, Ellie’s lips curling into a scowl. “Such a loud fucking mouth today, huh, angel? Why don’t you open it for me again?”
Though Ellie may be posing it as a question, you knew her far too well to take it as that, mulling over your two choices. Listen, part your lips for her, and let go of some of that brattiness that pulled on your hair as it owned you— or don’t. To continue your thread of personality from today, you opted for the second. Though you don't keep your jaw locked too tight, making it easy when Ellie’s palm holds your chin and lets her thumb pass through your lips, pressing against your tongue and forcing your mouth open. “Can’t ever listen,” your girlfriend muttered, mouth moving slightly before she leaned in further, a string of saliva dripping from her parted lips and directly into your mouth as her hand moved.
The act has you squeezing around her knee, a low whine threatening to rise when the leg keeps you from finding any friction. “Swallow, baby,” Ellie asks, and this time you listen. It’s, without much thought, an act you had done a hundred times before now, though it now meant Ellie had the upper hand. “You wanna listen now?” the auburn-haired girl sneers, making you glance away.
“Want you to tell me what’s got you acting like this,” she makes quick work of bunching your sleep shirt up, pulling away from you as her fingers dip into the band of the lace you wear, peeling it down your legs. You should feel a little ashamed, shirt pushed almost above your tits, panties discarded on the floor, all while Ellie is completely clothed. That shame doesn’t come. Instead, a feeling of need floods your senses— knocking you off your flimsy built pedestal. You bite your tongue to halt any reply.
The tensed-up flesh of your thighs is kneaded by her large hand, a condescending sort of coo coming from Ellie. “Aw baby, you’re all stiff..” the words don’t ease you, and neither does her palm pressing your thighs open. When she’s met with your glistening cunt, the wetness purely from all of the attitude you had dished out today and her rough handling, she actually laughed. It’s low and mean, eyes flicking up to you. “You all wound up? That’s you’re acting like a brat? Need someone to fuck it away?”
Ellie murmurs her words like they’re only for her to hear, and maybe they are. She wasn’t stupid; she could see that frustration dripping off you all day. She had just waited for the cue to have a go at you for it. Her fingers brush over your slit only once before she's above you again, a hand pressed into the blanket near your head. The denial of her touch has you mad again, huffing and refusing to meet the green eyes. “Tell me I'm right. Tell me you were a bitch all day 'cause you wanted this.”
You can feel the muscle of your tongue burn from how hard you’ve bitten it to keep from spilling out words Ellie wanted to hear. The burn is quickly overshadowed by the quick sting that takes place on your cheek when Ellie’s palm finds home there after a swift and light slap. It wasn’t rough, not that you would mind if it were, only used to grab your attention. The sting subsides as she speaks. “Look at me and tell me, or I won't touch you.”
The threat is enough to claw out of your little silent trick, the brat inside you finally shoved down for a moment by a needier, whinier side of you. “You’re right,” you whine, hips bucking up as her hand travels toward your bare cunt. Ellie accepts the answer, middle finger dipping into your folds, sliding through the wetness there. “I shouldn’t even let you come,” she threatens, the finger pressing into you slowly. The act pulls a whine that's even louder than before, only built upon with more small whimpers as the long digit begins to move. This was the feeling you had been searching for all day, and Ellie was glad to provide it, despite the acts you both put on.
“Fuck you,” you manage to reply at the empty threat, though that brings another finger into your center, stretching out around your squeezing walls.
“I am,” Ellie bragged, scissoring her fingers as they pressed in and out at a quicker pace. Your head falls back, mouth open wide enough to puff out little continuous exhales, each shaking in a way that breaks any semblance of control you could pretend to have. “You just needed me to fuck you open on my fingers to shut you up, hm?”
You answer with a roll of your hips, pushing down as her thumb joins the deadly mix, circling your clit. Her thrusts give you no chance for rest, a constant pressure building in your core. A heat rises to your cheeks as you feel your mind dip into a state of incoherence, your words coming a little jumbled before you iron the sounds out. “El- fuck..” Is all that comes, though it’s enough for Ellie to triple her pace, leaving your eyes glassy. The unshed tears blur your eyes, unable to find a way to fire the right signals in your brain to blink them away. Incapable of finding a way to communicate to Ellie with anything more than soft moans and cries. Part of you still wanted to brat, to find some remark to fight the dirty words that press from your girlfriend’s angry lips. It's useless.
“Pissing me off all fucking day, making me miss hanging out with our friends,” she rasped, licking her lips as she looked down at your weeping pussy, the wet spot on the sheets growing with every plunge into you. “For what? So I could ruin this pretty pussy?”
A quick nod is your only reaction, the knot in your lower belly threatening to break with more of the derogatory words, “Such a fucking whore,” Ellie muses, regarding you as you lick over your dry lips, whimpering in a lame attempt to pretend her words didn’t please you. “If you needed me, could've just asked, you know? Woulda’ made you feel so nice, baby.. but I think you like it better like this, right?”
Ellie is babbling by now, obviously just as affected by the act as you are. You finally answer, “ ‘S no fun to ask,” the words are slurred, gasped out by a sore throat. The exact time you speak, your orgasm comes rushing through you, walls throbbing around Ellie’s fingers as you soak them, dripping onto the bed beneath your body. The ache in your bones finally subsides, arms going lax against the bed as the auburn-haired girl works you through the high.. and then doesn’t stop. It causes your head to lift, squirming as her thumb finds your sensitive clit again, the fingers moving at a languid pace. The filthy noise of them dipping into your sopping cunt has you shivering, searching for comfort in your girlfriend’s eyes. You find none; the pupils glazed over as she stares directly at you, stone cold.
“You thought I’d let you go with what you wanted?” Ellie chides, a few pieces of her hair falling forward as she makes a few more slow thrusts. “You wanted to get off so bad, so you will. Til’ I decide it's enough.”
“Ellie,” you break, tears spilling from their cage within your eyes, hot trails down your cheeks as your girlfriend quickens her pace. “Please.” falls from you simultaneously with the tears that find your lips. It's the first time you’ve said that word all day, a simple nod to the fact you had given up on bratting— too enthralled by the overwhelming feeling Ellie brought upon you.
Another coo sounds in your ear as Ellie leans closer, her free hand coming to wipe at your red cheeks, fingers wet from your tears. “So pretty when you cry, baby,” is all she says, ignoring your plea. Not that it was clear what you were begging for, to you or her. Still, you mumble the word a few more times— a prayer you recite as the other girl’s motions do anything but holy actions, sending you into a rambling state.
“Please, please, please,” you rattle on, too far past the point of looking for any other words. “Please what?” Ellie asks, pressing a few kisses over the tear-stained cheeks. Unable to answer, another sob bubbles up from a hard plunge into you, rendering your mind officially useless. All you could hear, see, and feel was Ellie— and you weren’t upset with it.
“Can't answer?” your girl assumes, chuckling against the part of your neck she bites into. “Forget your words, baby?” When you nod at that, Ellie’s tongue licks over the teeth marks, but you can feel her smile against your skin. The smug feeling radiates off of her with every press into you, the sounds that accompany it only push her ego even fucking higher.
Your hips involuntarily grind into her, body searching for an end to the overwhelming heat. The heat that has poured into the room is almost awful, clinging to your skin with a sheer layer of mugginess and a smell that was only bearable to the two of you. When Ellie bites at your neck again, you see red. The stinging sensation, paired with the mess she was making in between your shaking thighs had you tumbling into another high. This one sucks any air from your lungs, vision doting black before you force the teary eyes shut. Your fingers grasp at whatever they can find, twirling into the fabric of her shirt to seek comfort.
“Where’d that attitude go? Not so much of a brat anymore, hm?” is what you hear next, the phrase falling on ringing ears.
The following silence is enough of an answer for Ellie, who gives you time to work through the aftershocks of your second orgasm before pulling her fingers out. You begin to think you may be able to rest now, but that dream is killed when you feel something tap against your lips—without much thought, you part them, met with the taste of yourself as she dips the wet digits into your mouth.
“Clean my fingers for me, baby. Wanna use my mouth this time.”
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se4son-of-the-witch · 3 months
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let me love you - matt sturniolo
a/n: first actual smut 🤗🤗
warnings: smut!!!
matt x fem reader !
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You knew this was wrong. You shouldn't be in Matt’s bed, laid upon his chest. But you couldn't help it. Who else were you supposed to go to for comfort?
A few days prior, you and your boyfriend had broken it off. You had got tired of the way he was treating you. Constantly ignoring you, always partying, and always commenting heart eyes on other girls' posts. He didn't take the break up too well though. He said you were being over dramatic, that all of those things meant nothing.
And that's exactly why you're at Matt’s house. Before you got with your boyfriend, you and Matt used to hook up with each other. It was never an official thing, just two horny people who were looking for someone to fuck. So when you texted Matt, saying that you needed him, he of course let you come over.
The two of you were lying on his bed, tangled up in each other. Your legs were wrapped up in his, his arm firmly wrapped around your waist. His fingers occasionally trace up and down your side.
"Matt," you mumble, looking up at him. He looks down at you, gazing into your eyes. You try to read his expression. Based on the darkness in his eyes, you could tell he wanted you. With this in mind, you rub up and down his leg with yours, attempting to get his attention.
"What are you trying to do?" he asks, tension in his tone. You look up at him through your lashes, trying to get him to do something. His hand leaves your hip, traveling down to your ass. He gives it a firm squeeze, sending chills through your body.
You quickly sit up, positioning yourself on his lap. His hands instinctively land on your waist with a firm grip. You lean in, placing your lips by his ear, "I wanna fuck you," you whisper seductively. Your lips attach to his neck, leaving warm kisses.
Heat spreads throughout his body, all the way down to his dick. You feel him getting harder beneath you, making you smirk against his skin. You pull away, taking a look at his face. "So fuck me then," he says lowly.
Before you can do anything, he leans forward, placing his lips on yours. Your hands find their way to his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.
The kiss quickly turns hungry, his tongue dancing with yours. As it continues to heat up, you feel yourself grinding into him. The friction between you causes a moan to escape your lips, making him smirk.
He eventually grinds up into you, causing moans from the both of you. You pull away, slightly panting. This allows him to flip the two of you, with you now beneath him.
With your back pushed up against the pillows, he has full access to you. He moves down your body, stopping at your lower stomach. His fingers hook into your shorts, pulling them down. As his fingers graze against your skin, you bite back a groan.
Matt looks up at you, his eyes now full of lust. "Take your shirt off, baby." Your hands find the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off. You throw it across the room, not caring where it lands. The bulge in Matt’s pants grows bigger at the sight in front of him. You pushed against his pillows, lips swollen, and half-naked is enough to get him worked up.
You watch as Matt’s hands pry your legs open, exposing your lacy panties to him. He smirks at them, "you were expecting this weren't you?" he teased. He dips his head between your thighs, centimeters away from your clothed cunt. Your breath hitches as he places a kiss right where you need him. He looks up at you before he begins to place kisses on your inner thighs.
You squirm as he gets closer to your pussy causing him to grip onto your thighs. His tight grip is enough to keep you still. "Matt," you breathe out, "please."
His fingers slowly slide down your panties, pulling them off. You watch as he puts the lace in his back pocket. Matt’s eyes quickly focus on your cunt, glistening with arousal. You swear you can see his mouth-watering, eager to taste you.
His fingers waste no time sliding between your folds, teasing you. He looks up at you, watching as you bite your lip. A cocky smirk spreads across his face. He barely has to touch you and you become a mess.
He gathers the slick on his fingers before pulling them away. "Taste yourself, mama," he brings his fingers up to your mouth. He tugs on your bottom lip, forcing you to open your mouth. You take the two fingers in your mouth, gently sucking on them. He watches you intensely, not breaking eye contact even for a second.
He pulls his fingers out, which are now coated in saliva. His wet fingers trace down your stomach, causing your muscles to tense, all the way down to your cunt.
Finally, he attaches his mouth to you, causing you to let out a gasp. Your hands make their way into his hair, fingers tangling between the curls. Your stomach muscles tense as he begins to suck on your clit.
"Matt," a high-pitched whine escapes your mouth, which had Matt smirking into your pussy. You feel his hands wrap around your thighs, trying to keep you steady as he devours you like a starved man.
Matt’s tongue moves from your clit and down to your hole. A knot in your stomach forms as he teases you, tongue centimeters away from entering you. As you feel him push his tongue in, you grab his hair, trying to keep your composure.
He moves his tongue in and out, causing moans to leave your lips. The noises you make cause him to moan, sending vibrations through your body. Your hips buck into his face instinctively, pushing his face deeper into your pussy.
"Matt, I'm so close," you whimper. He looks up at you through his lashes, keeping intense eye contact with you. A high pitch shriek leaves your throat as you feel his thumb press onto your clit. "Fuck!"
With Matt’s tongue fucking in and out of you and the pressure on your clit, your orgasm begins to build up. “Just like that, fuck," you breathe out. Matt keeps his consistent pace, trying to get you to cum.
With one last thrust of his tongue, you feel the knot in your stomach come undone. Your trembling thighs squeeze his head as you cum. Your eyes roll back as you feel yourself release, coating his face with your juices.
Matt pulls away from your thighs, his chin glistening with your arousal. "You did so good, baby," he gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You watch as he hovers over you once more, leaning into you. His lips press against your ear, "lemme make you feel good."
Your body heats up at his words. Your thighs squeeze together, your body yearning for him once more.
His hands find their way to his pants, pulling them down. Your eyes dart down to his boxers, his bulge evident in front of you. He slowly pulls them down, freeing his hard cock, which slaps his lower stomach. Your mouth waters at the sight, your eyes blown out with lust.
You hungrily watch as he slowly strokes his cock, his head falling back. As spit falls from his mouth and onto his hand, you start to feel impatient. You’re so desperate for him it's almost embarrassing.
After a few more strokes, he makes his way between your legs. He lines himself up with you, slowly pushing himself in. A gasp escapes your lips as he deliciously stretches you. He watches your face as your eyebrows scrunch in discomfort.
Once he's completely bottomed out, he stays still for a second, giving you time to adjust. As the pain turns to pleasure, you tap on his arm. "Matt, move," you beg.
His strokes start slow. One of his hands rests on your stomach, feeling himself push into you. Moans tumble from your lips as he thrusts into you, hitting all of the right spots.
"Do I make you feel good?"
"Mmm, fuck," you mumble out. He begins to pick up the pace, causing you to throw your head back.
His hand finds its way around your neck, forcing your head back up. "Look at me when I fuck you." He keeps his hand around your throat, gently squeezing it.
Matt moves himself closer to you, causing him to hit a new spot. A loud, pornographic moan leaves your mouth, causing him to groan. As he continuously hits that spot, you can't stop your eyes from rolling back.
As Matt continues to thrust into you, his pace now becoming animalistic, you can't help but clench around him. This causes his hips to lose their rhythm. "Fu-fuck," he chokes out. He falls into you, his head resting on your neck.
The feeling of his lips on your neck doubles the pleasure he's giving you. "Matt," you whine out. That familiar feeling in your stomach is forming once more. "I’m so close," you choke out.
"Fuck, me too," he groans out. You can't help but admire him as he pulls away from your neck. How his hair is all messy, his head thrown back, and the prettiest sounds leaving his throat.
As Matt’s dick hits the spongy spot deep inside of you, you can't help but cry out. Your toes curl as he continues to drill into you, hitting that spot over and over. Matt notices as you grip his sheets, your knuckles turning white. "I’m gonna cum," you choke out, your brain turning all fuzzy.
He continues his pace, eager to make you finish. "Cum for me, baby. Make a mess all over me."
Those words are enough to send you over the edge. Your eyes roll back as you feel yourself release. Moans spill from your mouth as you cum around his cock, which is still relentlessly thrusting into you.
Matt’s not too far behind you. A few more thrusts and you feel his hips stuttering. He cums inside of you, letting out a mixture of whimpers and moans.
After a few minutes, he pulls himself out. He lays down next you to, slightly panting. You can see his chest rise and fall rapidly, trying to catch his breath.
He looks over at you, making sure you're alright. He leans into you, placing a peck on your lips. "You did so good for me, pretty girl." His fingers find their way to your hair, playing with it as you curl into his side.
After some time, you eventually fall asleep, completely forgetting about your ex-boyfriend. Every time the two of you fucked, Matt would leave you worn out. You weren’t complaining though, how could you?
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neverinadream · 4 months
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A "White" Christmas
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Summary: With her parents visiting to celebrate the holidays early, Y/N finds herself cock blocked in her own home.
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Nope
Song Inspo: Wit It This Christmas - Ariana Grande
Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, pre-established relationship, fluff, boyfriend!christian, uses of she/her pronouns, soft dom!christian x sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (pretty, baby, good girl...), praise kink, mutual masturbation, a little bit of cum play, not edited
Notes: to the girls in the gc, i am not back, just thought i would surprise you 🤭 to everyone else, hello, hi, here's my first festive-ish fic. i'll be honest, there isn't much festive about this, other than like two lines and the pun in the title but it's something...a little clunky and the ending is rushed but whatever. anyway feedback is always appreciated
“Please, Christian!”
A laugh trickled up Christian's throat, passing his lips on a single breath, as Y/N continued to stagger open-mouthed kisses up the column of his neck and across the stubble that painted his jaw. His hands go to her hips, holding her still when she tries to grind against him, desperate to seek out some friction to soothe the ache that had been building between her thighs all night. Rolled up sleeves, flexed forearms, and lingering touches that burned away the cold, winter chill were a tasty recipe that was only leading to disappointment.
“I need you,” she whines into his ear, dragging her hand down his toned chest. His body grows taut, her hand dusting over his shorts, earning a faint groan as she squeezes him through the black material. “You want me too, baby,” she dips her head back into the curve of his neck, “unless you've got something else stuffed down your shorts.”
“Your parents-”
“I can be quiet.”
“Ha!” His laughter gets lost inside her mouth, her lips crashing against his, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip when he doesn't allow her tongue to meet his. “The only way I can keep you quiet is if I stuff your mouth,” he says, her ears hearing only the truth.
“So treat my mouth like a stocking and stuff it,” she purrs, the corners of her mouth turning upwards into a wickedly delightful grin.
Her hand slides inside his shorts, stroking him from root to tip as she takes his cock with a tight grip. Soft grunts leave his mouth, her hand coming up to wrap around the head, squeezing it with enough pressure to make him dizzy.
He tips his head back, softly thudding against the headboard. “You're gonna be the death of me, one day.”
“So…is that a yes?” She asks, batting her eyelashes.
“Not exactly,” he watches the disappointment roll over her features, “but, I have an idea, if you're willing to try.”
“Go on…”
“You want to come, yes?” She goes quiet, answering with a nod. “So, touch yourself-”
“It's not the same,” she cuts him off, bringing her mouth against his neck, teasing out a moan as she licks down to his collarbone. She bites, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, her thighs clamping as he squeezes her hips tighter. “I want you to touch me,” she whines, nuzzling her face against his stubble, enjoying the feel of it rasping against her skin, “I want you to make me come.”
“I'll still be here,” he flips their position, hopping off the bed before she can respond, “and I'll be doing the exact same thing.” He peels his shirt off over his head, throwing it in her direction; she bats it away like a cat’s paw to a fly. “Show me what you do to yourself when I'm away,” he coaxes, “and I'll show you what I do.”
She sits up, her fingers taking control as she reaches for the end of her T-Shirt. “I don't see how this is any different to us just having sex,” she mumbles, tossing it to the end of the bed.
“Leave the bra on,” Christian utters, parting his lips on a groan. His hand is pushed down the front of his shorts, giving himself a slow stroke as he admires the dark red lace.
She looks down at her recent purchase, thinking the colour was fitting for the holiday season. “So you like it?”
“It's gonna be something new to think about when I'm away,” he confesses, pulling his shorts off, kicking them away as they reach the ground. His cock had sprung up, the tip swollen and red, aching to be emptied. He works his pre-cum over the head, a moan getting lost in the back of his throat as he does his best to stay quiet. “Our bed is against the same wall as your parents’, baby,” he painfully reminds her, “and I haven't recovered from the last time we tried to have sex under the same roof as your parents. Or, do you not remember your mom interrupting us?”
Heat trickles up her neck. “I remember, but this is our house. We can have sex in our own home.”
“Not tonight,” he shakes his head, “not this week.” She huffs a breath, back slumping against the headboard. She couldn't believe she was being cock blocked by her own parents in her own home, with a boyfriend who was going along with it. “Now, spread your legs,” he orders, climbing to kneel at her feet, “and pull your panties to the side. I want to see you.”
She sits up, parting her legs without any hesitation, biting her lip to suppress a whimper as she exposes herself to the cold air. It's pretty and perfect, glistening with arousal.
“Wider,” he mumbles, slowing his strokes, “spread your pussy open for me.” He knows he can't be loud, but a groan rips through him as she uses two fingers to spread her lips. “Look at it,” he squeezes his hand tight around the tip, “it's just begging for me to fuck it.”
“Please,” she whimpers, brushing her fingers over her clit, dancing around the sensitive nub. Her free hand roams her chest, drawing his gaze to the way she pinched her nipples through the lace. She whimpers again, tugging harshly on her nipple. “Please, Christian,” she tips her head back, exposing the soft column of her neck, “please, just fuck me!”
“Quiet, baby,” he leans over her body, skirting his mouth up her neck, nipping at her pulse point and flicking his tongue against her ear, “we don't need your daddy hearing his little girl begging to be fucked through the wall.”
“And what about this daddy?” She grins, nudging him back to look at him. His eyes go wide, but his cock throbs in his hand. “What does this daddy need his little girl to do?”
He sits back on his heels, fucking his fist faster, wishing he could suck on the puckered bud pressing through her bra. “What do you think about when I'm away?” He nods to her hand, her fingers rubbing her clit in hard circles. “Do you think about me? Do you think about my fingers inside you instead of your own?”
She pushes two fingers inside her cunt, him watching as they come out coated in her wetness. He licks his lip thinking about how they would taste if she shoved them into his mouth. Those thoughts disappear as she pushes them back in, deeper this time, her back arching away from the bed. Her other hand slides over her belly and down to her clit.
“I think about you,” she's panting for air now, her pleasure building as she curls her fingers, brushing the sweet spot against her front wall, “us, on your birthday, out on the balcony.”
A laugh bubbles in his throat, his cheeks blushing the sweetest shade of pink as the memory comes flooding back to him. Her on his lap, his cock, thick and hard through his pants, rubbing up against her aching cunt. “That was a good night,” he agrees, pumping his cock, squeezing his head on every upstroke. He was close, but he knew she was too. “Never did finish, did we?”
She can't answer, the words trapped inside, so she just shakes her head instead.
“I think…” Her eyes roll, bottom lip catching between her teeth to keep herself quiet. She pumps her fingers and rubs her clit faster. “...I'm close.”
“Yeah?” He matches her speed, forearms flexing, his tattoos visible from the corner of her eyes. His lips part on a silent groan. “Good, because I don't think I'll last much longer.” Her name shudders out his mouth. “Fuck-!” He shifts until he’s straddling one of her thighs, his cock pointing proudly towards her as he jerks his hand in her direction. “Can I come on your pussy?”
She whimpers, feeling empty as she withdraws her fingers. “Do it,” she nods, rubbing her clit, the last little push she needs to hurtle herself off the edge.
She comes with his name on her lips, her hand clamped over her mouth to catch the majority of her screams, and Christian comes to the sound of it. His eyes squeeze shut, muttering, “take it, take it all,” under his breath as he coats her pussy in his cum. The release knocks off his balance and he grabs the top of the headboard to stop himself from collapsing on top of Y/N.
He tries to catch his breath, his forehead briefly pressing against hers, his body half slumped over. “When do your parents leave?” He asks, brushing his thumb lightly over her swollen clit. She shudders, biting her bottom lip to cage the whine that was strangled in the back of her throat. “End of the week, right?” She nods her head. “Good,” he murmurs, wiping his fingers through his cum, painting his arousal around her cunt, “because I'm tired of being cock blocked in my own home.”
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chososhairbrush · 5 months
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Whispers in the Storm
choso x male reader (fem aligned dni!)
Warnings: amab!reader, bottom male reader, a little bit of teasing, a lot of praise (choso would never insult you he's too sweet), reader is referred to as "baby," finger sucking, choso refers to reader's hole as a pussy, creampie, aftercare :3! not proofread! might be forgetting something idk!! 
Slowly blinking your eyes open, you hear the gentle echoes of raindrops pitter-pattering across the windowsills and rooftop. The faint earthy smell of rain trickles into your apartment, making you feel at ease. It's cloudy, but heavy clouds in the air have always made you feel as if there's something protecting you. 
Then, almost as if he's trying to harmonize with the sounds of falling rain, Choso hums softly. His arms, although so muscular, always treat you so carefully, almost like he feels too tight of a squeeze would make you shatter like glass. He has you cocooned in his arms, making you the little spoon as always. His legs trap you in, intertwining with yours.
Not that you're complaining. You find yourself yearning to be held by him every second you're apart. And this rainy Saturday morning is the perfect time to cuddle with your boyfriend all day. Although the sound of rain is clearly present, you can't hear the usual sounds of traffic or the busy streets below you. Just the sound of the sheets softly moving and slow breathing fill the room.
The more you think about how choreographed and perfect this morning is, the more your face begins to flush and the faster your heart starts to race. Although the room is dimly lit, you can still see a faint outline of the scars and callouses on Choso's arms and hands. You gently place your hands against his, interlocking your thumbs together. 
He's a light sleeper, possibly explaining the constant bags under his eyes. Although he isn't particularly fond of them, he can't help but feel his heart flutter whenever you kiss over them and his eyelids. You, his beautiful boyfriend, treating him to all the kisses he could ever hope to have and always being there for him? He doesn't understand how he got so lucky.
But you feel the same way about him. He's always so patient, loving you unconditionally and willing to sacrifice anything if it's to make his pretty boy happy. And not to mention how gorgeous he is; dark umber eyes that have always looked at you in a loving, affectionate way. His long dark hair that he always lets you braid and twirl as you please, letting you test different hairstyles on him. 
You were about to continue thinking of every small detail that you loved about your boyfriend, both about his adorable personality and appearance, but your thoughts are abruptly interrupted. A soft, tender kiss finds its way onto your neck, right underneath your ear. You gasp, and Choso can't help but chuckle.
"Good morning, my love. I apologize for startling you." He says, his voice raspy and deep from just waking up. You've never told him, but his morning voice always makes your stomach flip.
"Morning, Cho." You respond, bringing one of his hands to your lips and kissing his knuckles. It's silent for a few seconds as he wakes up some more, before he sits up against the headboard.
"Pretty morning, isn't it?" He says, gesturing for you to come sit in his lap. And you would be foolish to refuse such an invite. "But of course, it's not nearly as pretty as you, sweet boy." He gently cradles your cheek. 
It's your turn to chuckle, and he smirks knowing how cheesy it was. But you both know he meant it. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, and he wraps his arms around you. Deciding to be a tease, he moves his hands upwards, lifting your shirt along with it. You shiver as the cold air brushes against your bare skin. 
"God, you look even prettier on rainy days like these. Your eyes sparkle even brighter than usual." He gently kisses your forehead. "I love you." He's so kind to you, it makes you weak in the knees. So it's a good thing you're sitting comfortably in his lap.
"I love you t—" A soft whine escapes your lips as he squeezes your hips at the same time you're saying this. You can already feel yourself going stupid, his big hands rubbing along your body. 
"Please, my love? Let me indulge you on such a beautiful morning." You lean back to look at him, the overwhelming amount of love in his eyes making your heart skip a beat. He already knows your answer, but being the thoughtful man he is, he waits for your answer before continuing. 
You nod eagerly, but he teasingly tuts at you. "Words, pretty boy. I need to hear your soothing voice. Don't tell me you're speechless already? I've only just started touching you." 
"Please." Is all you say, sounding more like a nervous suggestion than something you desire. He knows what you want, but why not have some fun first? 
"Please what? Talk to me, baby." His hands lift your shirt up further, making your back arch at the ticklish sensation. You know the words that are about to come out of your mouth are absolutely embarrassing, but you can't wait any longer. He always wins these teasing games.
"Need you in me, your fingers, your dick..." He gently holds your chin in place, making eye contact so you feel humiliated at how filthy you're talking. "I'll be so good, I promise, I just need you in me. Nice and deep."
Seeming satisfied with your answer, he kisses you softly. "Then that's exactly what you'll get. A reward for being such a good boy and telling me what you need." Gently flipping you over and onto your back, he slides his hands in between your legs.
"Don't be so timid. I can't make you feel good if your legs are squeezed together." He gives an insanely seductive smirk, and you instantly split your legs wide open. 
"Good boy." He says quickly, before hiking your boxers down. You're not entirely hard, but your dick is leaking pre. Choso sucks in a breath, taking in the sight of how your tight little hole is already twitching.  He spills some lube onto his fingers, coating it generously along with his saliva. He looks into your eyes, waiting for a cue to ensure you're entirely ready. All it takes is a simple nod from you for him to slowly push his finger into your hole.
You don't even last five seconds before you're clenching, arching, and letting out breathy moans. His fingers, so perfectly thick, take their time stretching you open. You squeeze your eyes shut as if it's going to make you any less of a mess. 
But Choso's not going to allow that. He stops pumping his fingers. "You know the rules, you gotta keep your eyes on me if you wanna keep going." Slowly, you squint at him. He smiles at you, looking innocent as ever despite being knuckle deep in you. "There he is. Doing okay, baby?" You can only nod. 
The constant prodding at your prostate makes you so close, but Choso is used to this routine by now. As soon as you start bucking your hips up, he pulls his fingers out, making you open your mouth so you can suck them dry. 
And despite the best part not even happening yet, you suck harshly on his fingers without a second thought. You can't even think. He groans, taking his fingers out after he feels satisfied with your "cleaning." 
At some point without you noticing, he had taken off his own pair of boxers. You gasp loudly as you feel his tip rubbing against your entrance. His pre was already pooling on your hole and onto the bedsheets. "Allow me, love." 
You split your legs impossibly further, holding them up, feeling yourself shaking from anticipation. He pushes into you. It feels like forever before he finally gets all of his girthy, long length in you. But when your hips do finally touch together, you feel so unbelievably full. The burning sensation from being stretched out so far slowly turns into a feeling of pleasure. No matter how many times you took Choso, his size would always take some getting used to.
You both moan simultaneously, and Choso thrusts his hips once to test the waters. The mewl you let out makes his dick twitch inside you, feeling just how wet and tight your walls were.
"Such a tight pussy, taking my cock so well, hm?" He gains purchase on the headboard, completely hovering over you. Your hole clenches at the sight of him, the dim light perfectly shading his muscles, and his long silky hair draping over his shoulders and on his forehead. One last nod from you is all he needs to start fucking you nice and rough. "I'm not sure how gentle I can be when you look at me like that." He says, not that you would mind him being rough anyways.
Your dick is completely hard at this point, precum pooling against your abdomen. "Please..." You murmur as he finally starts moving. Immediately, you pull him to lay on top of you, hands leaving scratches along his back and legs wrapping around him to pull him closer.
"So good baby, so good, such a pretty boy..." He doesn't know what he's saying, too drunk with the feeling of your walls around him to properly praise you. He quickly loses all the restraint he had prior, fucking into you like his life depends on it. His tip constantly kissing roughly against your prostate would have you screaming if you weren't breathing so irregularly. His figure completely covering yours, he starts trailing kisses down your neck before kissing you one last time on your lips. It's sloppy, but as passionate as you could ever hope for.
Constant moans, groans, and whimpers drown out the sound of the pouring rain. His hands grip your hips once more, his thumbs reaching to press down on the bulge in your tummy. And what a great choice that was; earning a growl from Choso and a sweet moan from you. By the way you're clenching, he knows you're close. But he's done enough teasing, so he'll let you cum as you please.
"C..ho~!" Is all you can squeal out before you're cumming, letting out a silent scream. Your chest heaves, and Choso can only stare at you with adoration at the beautifully lewd sight underneath him. But just because you've finished doesn't mean he'll be any gentler.
He fucks into you faster, making you see stars as your body tenses. Placing another kiss on your neck, he whispers into your ear. "So goddamn beautiful, hm? So proud of you baby, taking my dick in such a tight little pussy."  Your brain is foggy from pleasure, only letting out small "mhms!" at this point.
Already hard and leaking again, your dick twitches at each word of praise he whispers into your ear. It's not long before that knot in your stomach threatens to unwind once again. Choso, slowly losing it over how overwhelmingly wet and perfect your hole feels, groans. "Lemme cum in you, okay? That okay, baby?" 
He doesn't even have to ask. But you look up at him, eyes teary from the constant pleasure and face flushed from being fucked so perfectly. You look so thoroughly fucked out, it makes Choso surprised. One small "uh huh" croaks its way out of you, and he grins. 
Moving faster than before, Choso only focuses on his own pleasure now. He can't think coherently; his mind circulating thoughts of how tight you are, how he needs to cum in you, and how much he loves you. With a few more deep, sharp thrusts, the greatest reward comes. As he cums, you do as well, painting your chest once more. 
Warmth seeps its way into you, stuffing you full even though his cock is no longer inside. His cum slowly leaks out, but you're trying to catch your breath and hardly notice. But him, being observant as ever, slowly trails his finger up to stuff it back inside. You whimper, and he murmurs a "sorry" for possibly overstimulating you. 
"Beautiful. Just beautiful, baby boy. Absolutely perfect for me." He kisses your forehead sweetly, leaning over to grab a wipe. He gently but effectively cleans you up, wiping the cum off your tummy and the drool off your face. Gently shoving a plug in to keep his cum inside you, he smiles at the sight. His lovely boyfriend, taken care of on such a perfect day. 
Your mind slowly is regaining its cohesion, and you give him a small smile in return. "Love you, Cho." You say, and his chest blooms with happiness. 
"I love you too, my darling. So perfect for me." He gets up to get you a quick breakfast snack and a glass of water, returning to cuddle with you. You, being the little spoon as always, lean into his body, letting his muscular frame protect you.
It's now that you realize you can hear the sound of raindrops again, bringing a further sense of comfort. And although the room is cold, Choso perfectly warms you up. Now's the perfect time to cuddle with your boyfriend. You two wouldn't have it any other way.
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sin-djarin · 7 months
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Video Nasty (Joel Miller x Fem!Reader)
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Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
Rating: Explicit 18+. MDNI.
Word Count: 3.3k
Summary: Your quest to clear out the basement leads to an unexpected discovery.
Warnings: SMUT, porn with minimal plot, unspecified era, mentions of food, no mention of age (reader is in late 20s), unprotected P in V sex (don't do this, be safe), sweat, creampie. No use of y/n.
A/N: Listen. I don't know anymore. Forgive me for any typos or grammar errors please.
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Video Nasty II: Restricted Viewing
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There was one task you had been putting off every weekend since you got here – going through the boxes of stuff in the basement. That’s all it was known to you as – stuff. Stuff and probably junk. About six or seven cardboard boxes - only identifiable with your name or Joel’s on written in marker on the front of them.  All of them holding your belongings that had yet to be sorted through waiting to be assigned their places throughout the house.
When the seasons changed you wondered where that certain cosy sweater might be or where the mug you’d had since college went. You just never looked for it. Only the essentials had been taken out of their boxes – enough plates and glasses to eat and drink with along with some other day to day necessities like underwear and socks.
But today you were taking the plunge. The day passes you by as you sort boxes of your old jeans, bras that no longer held their shape, notebooks and sketchpads full of doodles, and piles of CDs and cassette tapes. It took so long because every time you pulled something out a decision had to be made – keep it or donate it. In other words; keep the memory or lose it. When you pulled up a t-shirt, it’s too easy to relive the moment you wore it to that fourth of July party ten years ago. And that’s all of this is now – memories. You sigh at the thought but find a small mercy in the fact you can always make new ones.
Joel’s boxes are easier to go through than yours. Mountains of entangled cables each with an unknown function, screwdriver sets with some parts missing, dozens of old different sized and shaped batteries. Most of this, you guessed, could go straight in the trash. As you come to the end of his second box, a smell of pepper and basil hits your nose. Hours have gone by.
“Dinner” his voice booms from the top of the basement stairs, calling you to the kitchen.
“Just a second” you reply.
There are only a few items left in the box. If you finish, you can eat dinner with a sense of accomplishment. Quickly you take out the stacks at the bottom and start to make decisions about the various sheets of papers in your hands. A few old drill manuals – he doesn’t use this brand anymore – trash. Baseball cards – keep – they could be worth something.
The last thing in your grip is a square white envelope that’s beaten up. But it’s sturdy. Flipping it around, the view through its clear plastic window makes your jaw drop. It’s a DVD. The disc itself is white with big red letters that say NASTY NURSES VOL VI. In a smaller font underneath reads five minute preview – not for resale. A giggle escapes you at the thought of Joel watching something so cliché. Opening the envelope to pull the disc out to get a better look you can see it’s been used – the scratches and fingerprints make that clear.
“Hey” you jump as he calls for you a second time.
“Coming!”
You shove the disc in the front pocket of your sweatshirt and climb the stairs to the kitchen.
He’s already sat at the small dining table, hunched over and half way through a plate loaded with pasta in a tomato sauce and chicken. Taking your seat opposite him, you try to hide the grin that threatens to spread across your face. You know something he doesn’t.
“How’d it go?” he asks, with a mouth full of food, his head only inches from the dish.
“Yeah. Went through everything” you tell him. Your chewing making it easier to disguise your smile.
“You look pretty happy about it. Are we keeping a lot?”
“Not really. Tried to get rid of as much as I could”
“Right” he nods and continues to shovel forkfuls of pasta into his mouth.
You’re starving but you only pick at your dinner. Your thoughts are stolen by what could possibly be on that DVD. More than likely, it’s not anything brilliant. But the idea of what Joel did while watching it is all consuming. It’s not a taboo image – him getting off to porn. But it is distracting, more tempting than the food on your plate. And he notices.
“What’s wrong? Too much salt?” he asks, one eyebrow arched.
“No, no. It’s great” you bite your lip, trying to stifle that same smirk.
“You should eat” he points to your plate with the silver fork. “Been down there for hours and it’s late”
He’s right; it is late. Late for eating dinner anyway. You take his advice and eat until you’re comfortably full. When you’re done, you lean back into the wooden chair and he carries your plate away to the sink. Watching him clean up doesn’t help, it only sends your mind into a whirl. His broad back is turned to you – one arm holding the plate steady under the running water, the other moving backwards and forwards holding a sponge while his head bows, looking down at what he’s doing.
He shuts off the faucet and spins back around to you, wiping his hands with a towel.
“What’s that?” he points to your stomach.
You look down, expecting to find a mess of sauce down your black hoodie but it there isn’t one. But there is the corner of the envelope peeking out of your pocket. Fuck.
“Just uh…something I found” you say, hoping your answer would satisfy him.
“Can I see?” he rolls his eyes.
You hesitate for a second, quickly running through the outcomes of showing him the secret you had inherited from him. He could be embarrassed, he could feign ignorance and claim it’s not his – that it just fell into a box of his stuff.
You take it out and hand it over to him. His eyes fall down to study it, eyebrows knit together as he recalls the moving pictures. He runs a hand over his mouth and it falls to his side again before his eyes dart to yours to see what you’re thinking.
“I, um” he clears his throat, his Adams apple bouncing up and down in his throat as he does.
“It’s okay, Joel” you smile reassuringly.
“Yeah, no. I-“ he shifts his weight on his heavy boots.
You stand and run a hand down his arm not wanting him to become uncomfortable about it. Because he shouldn’t be. It’s an acceptable activity. You start to walk away from him towards the stairs with the smile very much settled on your face now.
“This what you were smilin’ at?” his voice comes from behind you as you leave him along in the kitchen.
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The hot water of the shower blasts away all the dust and fluff that gathered on you on your journey to declutter. It feels like a weight has been lifted, as you mentally check the day’s activity off your to do list. While you throw on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of underwear for bed, you think about your discovery. You didn’t think he was too embarrassed, but you do assume that it’s something neither of you will bring up again.
When you step out of the bathroom, Joel has already changed out of jeans and flannel shirt and swapped them for his usual sleep outfit of a tank top and heather gray boxer briefs that both hug his muscular body. He sits on the edge of the bed, one leg resting on it and his other foot planted to the floor. The only light on in the room is the lamp on your beside table as you make your way over to your side and sit back against the headboard, taking your pot of moisturizer from the drawer of the nightstand and begin applying it to your calves.
Joel hasn’t moved an inch. When you glance at him his lips are pursed as he combs his fingers back and forth through his moustache, eyes focused on nothing in particular ahead of him. Your intention wasn’t to embarrass him, but maybe you had.
Screwing the lid of your body cream back on and tucking it back into the drawer, you attempt to spark up a conversation about the whole affair but he beats you to it.
“Think we should watch it?” he mutters into his fingers, his gaze still targeted ahead of him.
Your brows raise at the question. This was taking a different route than you had mapped out for yourself.
“Do you want to watch it?” you counter.
“I mean. If you want to y’know, I just-“ he swallows hard. “Haven’t seen it in years” he explains, his voice is unsteady, like he’s trying to convince himself of the idea.
Shit. It must be that good. All five minutes of it. Of course there’s no denying it – you’re curious. he knows what’s on that DVD and you don’t – it could be anything. And the earlier idea of making new memories is more appealing now than ever. He wants to share it with you.
“Put it in” you smile.
He gets up to and inserts the DVD into the side of the TV – a feature that you had never really used for anything other than rewatching movies that had grown to be a comfort to you on a bad day.
He resumes his position, sitting on the bed bent forward with one elbow resting on his knee while the other holds the remote. You brace yourself, sitting back against your pillows. He scrolls through the output options and selects DVD from the menu. With one final look over his shoulder at you, he presses play.
Immediately after the rated R disclaimer, overly enthusiastic moans blare from the speakers. A blonde woman dressed in a flimsy white nurse outfit that stops just above the knee appears. The camera pans down her legs to show off her matching white lace stockings. The next clip has her on her back on a gurney, legs spread open wide as she plays with herself. She’s interrupted by another actor, dressed in a lab coat. You can see where this is going…
Joel is completely focused on the screen, eyes are narrowed and his teeth terrorize his bottom lip. It’s difficult to tell if he’s enjoying it or not.
Meanwhile, the next clip has started. The nurse has shed all her clothes apart from her stockings and the doctors face is buried in her pussy. It’s unclear if she’s having a good time either. Her expression looks forced and you can’t see a thing he’s doing for the back of his head – you find yourself unable to compare his technique to Joel’s. Before you know it, she’s bent over and he’s pumping in and out of her from behind.
It’s all jump cuts - from scene to seedy scene and gratuitous oohs and aahs echo through the bedroom. Then she’s on top, after that she’s on her knees as the doctor stands above her as she moans something along the lines of give it to me. And right before the money shot – the DVD stops.
Joel leans back on the bed as the movie returns to the DVD menu that’s similar in design to the front of the disc. You’re not a porn connoisseur, but you’ve indulged enough to know that that was not quality viewing. You wouldn’t class it as sexy, just rough and ready. There’s no plot, no story and no happy endings for anyone. It’s just…porn.
“So what was your favorite part?” you question him, eager to know just why it showed so much wear and tear on the shiny plastic of the back of it.
He shakes his head. “Dunno” he sighs. He’s disappointed; his viewing experience wasn’t like he remembered it to be. Maybe there were too many people present to enjoy it.
“But you must have liked it before”
“Before, yeah” he agrees and lays down fully on his back beside you.
“Why? What was your favorite part?” he probes you now.
“I kinda liked it when she was on top of him”
“That right?” he turns his head towards you, ears pricking at your admission. “Why’s that?”
“You know why, Joel”
“No I don’t, baby. Gonna need you to explain that to me real good” he drawls, reaching over to grab your leg and maneuver you on top of his hips in a swift movement.
His palms run up and down your thighs that spread wide across his waist. You feel him becoming stiff underneath you already. The feeling of it and image of him broad, and willing beneath you is enough to send a warmth to your pussy.  
“C’mon, now. Tell me” he pleads.
“Can feel it better”
“Feel what better?”
Fed up of waiting for clarification, his fingertips slide underneath the fabric of your underwear and you jolt as they brush over your clit, travelling down to part you. He licks his lips as your slick coats their skin. Slowly, you start to rock against the heel of his palm, evoking a high pitched moan at his touch. He stares up at you, eyelids heavy with lust over brown eyes as he watches you move at your own speed, allowing you to take what you need.
“Feel this better?” he rasps as his middle finger slips into you.  
“Yeah” you breathe, leaning on his toughened chest for support as you vary your movements, alternating between up and down and back and forth, keen to feel as much of him as possible.
His ring finger enters you next and the sudden fullness makes you gasp but the stretch is wonderful. But it’s not long before the heat of both of you grows to be too much for him. He removes his hand and pushes at your sides so you stand above him. You can see the patch of gray material that’s become a darker shade around his leaking tip that’s been confined to his underwear.
He’s quick to remedy it though – pulling down your underwear and his before lowering you back down on top of him, only straightening back up for a second to pull your t-shirt over your head. You bend forward to wrap your hands around his neck he raises his head slightly to meet your mouth for a hungry kiss. It’s fiery and uncoordinated – all teeth and tongue but you both meet each other's deep moans at the sensation.
His fingers dig and curl themselves into the hair at the back of your head while you start to slide your slick folds along the thick length of his cock, the smooth head of it making a delicious contact with your aching clit.
“Can you cum like this, darlin’?” he wonders, purring into your neck while his hands slither down your ribcage to knead your breasts.
Instead of an answer, you raise up off him to anchor yourself with your knees either side of his hips and rest your hands on his shoulders, pinning him in place to feel the friction of his bare cock against your clit. His hands travel to the curve of your ass to guide you along.
“God” you pant. “Yeah, Joel” you warn him as that spark begins to ignite in your abdomen.
You push your hips harder into him, desperately chasing your orgasm now. The growing heat of it creeps up your back and he swipes the hair out of your face to see your eyes tighten and your mouth fall open when it finally crashes over you and you’re left breathless, pulsing on his cock.
Joel lets you catch your breath for a minute, calloused fingertips skating over the soft skin of your back as you recover from your release.
“Think you can take me? It’s okay if you can’t” he cups your jaw to look at him.
You steady your breathing. He’s not done yet, despite his cotton tank top that’s ridden half way up his stomach growing damp with sweat as it clings to his torso. Tiny pebbles of it forming on his forehead. And truthfully, you weren’t finished yet either. Not with him under you like this –still leaking against his belly – needy.
He offers you his hand to help you position yourself over him, knowing your legs aren’t to be trusted after moments ago. His free hand wraps around his cock, holding it steady for you to slide onto. Inch by inch it stretches and fills you, your soft walls encasing him. He grunts through gritted teeth, head pushes back into the mattress once he bottoms out. It takes a second for you to adjust to this new fullness.
“Jesus, baby. Fuck” he hisses as you slowly start to rock, bodies finding a synchronized rhythm.
Every time your hips rise and sink back down on him the head of his cock hits that spot at front. He’d asked, but you couldn’t articulate why it feels better. Joel can only watch as with each bounce you become a little bit more breathless and your movements a little less graceful trying to angle him perfectly below you. You’re lost in all of it; the filthy slick sounds, the vibrations of his deep hums and the swell of him inside you.
He interprets it well, you think when he brings his hand to his mouth to lick his thumb and starts to massage your clit with the soaking pad of it. He applies enough pressure to draw you dangerously close to another orgasm.
This picture of Joel through bleary eyes writhing below you is more sinful than anything your mind had created when you imagined him watching that DVD by himself. The lamp throwing light from behind him highlights the flexing muscles in each bicep and forearm as they work to hold you. The speed of his chest rising and falling faster underneath his tank top that is virtually stuck to him like another layer of skin is mouthwatering. You did that – not a DVD.  The thought of that alone coaxes another tidal wave of pleasure to rip through every nerve ending. There’s no energy left to scream, you only manage a choked cry through a dry mouth while the aftershocks of it cause you to clench around his thickness.
Your body hangs heavy over him as he moves his hands to grip the meat of your ass, lifting you ever so slightly and begins to thrust at his desired pace. The veins and tendons in his neck bulge as he pistons in and out of you, hunting for his own orgasm. With every stab his fingers dig deeper into your skin.
“Hmm. Fuck” he curses and whines, air puffing from his flared nostrils as it hits him.
You feel him spill inside you, its heat coats you. One hand leaves your ass to push your shoulder back, signaling you to sit back and be fast about it.
“N-no. I’m not done” he warns and dips his waist to pull himself out of you. Another two ropes spray over your lower belly and drips down your thighs. Your heavy eyes widen at the sight of it, skin burning at the feeling of it, taking you both by surprise.
You collapse on top of him and lay your head on his shoulder. His heart is hammering against his sternum but yours is matching it beat for beat. Both of your bodies are spent, only focused on stabilizing your breaths in a rooms that feels likes it’s starved of oxygen. Your earlier shower was futile you think as you lie messy on top of him.
“Maybe we can watch something you like next time” he heaves a deep, satisfied breath.
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Older!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
summary: you accidentally stumble upon your best friend/roommates porn stash, you quickly learn he’s the main star. After seeing him in ways you never have, will your friendship ever be the same?
⚠️warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, pictures for aesthetic purposes only, eddie is in his mid 30s & reader is 25, oral sex (69), throat fucking, dirty talk, slight degradation, unprotected p in v rough sex, hair pulling, squirting, anal fingering (f receiving), anal sex (f receiving), anal cream pie.
A/N: FUCK WHOEVER REPORTED THIS, IMMA KEEP REPOSTING 🖕🏻
Requested by: @lokis-little-fawn 💗
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You’re not sure what lead up to this, well you are—but you’re not sure why you let your curiosity get the best of you. It was just a normal Sunday morning, you had the weekend off so you spent your time cleaning up your apartment and finishing up some much needed laundry. Your roommate and best friend eddie had to go into work for a few hours to work on a car that needed repair. You figured you’d be a good roommate by folding his clothes and putting them away for him, since he’s out working hard, but now you’re not so sure that was a good idea
You folded up all of his dark colored clothes which mostly consisted of band tees and black jeans, heading to his room with the red flimsy plastic laundry basket to put them away. You hang out in Eddies room all the time but you’ve never had a reason to look inside his drawers before. You slowly open the oak wood drawer and begin putting his shirts away, then moving onto the bottom where his jeans were held, you squat down trying to easily maneuver the jeans to fit with the others, as you try to close the drawer you realize it’s too full and decide to be an even better roommate and re fold them for him so they’ll fit properly, as you begin taking them all out you see a vhs tape laying at the very bottom—of course your interest was piqued so you reach for it, picking it up and reading the side that had been written on, “NOT PORN” it said and you couldn’t help but giggle, that was such an Eddie thing to do, that’s why you loved him. Yes, love as in deeply, madly, intensely in love.
You met Eddie after he moved to Chicago from Hawkins. He began working at White Castle flipping burgers while you worked the register, you quickly got close due to your schedules always synching up. You would close together and closing was always slow so it left a lot of opportunity for you and Eddie to get to know each other, he’d talk about Hawkins, his friends and the life he left behind so passionately, it was easy for you to gain feelings for him. At some point you both became inseparable so you and Eddie decided why not move in together? You both enjoy each others company and two incomes are better than one, but you quickly realized you and Eddie will always just be friends. You’d have to endure multiple occasions of him fucking girls at all hours of the day, and they were never quiet, no matter how much you hoped they’d be, it was torture but after awhile it just became the new normal. It began to hurt less when you started dating, you’d never bring them back to your place to have sex but it was still nice to focus your attention on someone other than Eddie.
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You want to put the tape back and move on to the other house hold chores you have, but you know if you don’t find out what’s on it, it’ll be all you think about, so you continue fixing Eddies jeans, putting the tape off to the side—as you finish and close the drawer, you get up taking the tape with you and heading into the living room to put it in the vhs player. Your heart is beating a mile a minute—you’re not even sure why, it’s probably just some lame low budget porno with really shit acting, “we’ll see” you whisper to yourself as you slowly slide the tape in with shaky hands.
You step back and pick up the remote as the tape goes from static to a shot of someone’s bedroom, the camera is focused on a bed with obnoxious pink flowers on the bedsheets, nothing other than the bed can really be seen in the shot. You fast forward a bit until you see something that catches your eye and immediately press play, as you do you hear and see Eddie balls deep in some girl, the moaning is ringing out through your ears as you sit on the coffee table watching the display in front of you. Your jaw instantly drops and your stomach plummets with jealousy. You continue to watch the tape now more so out of curiosity, if you’re never going to be able to fuck eddie, why not watch him? You’ve always wanted to know what made all those girls scream like they did, and now you know why. He pulls his cock out of the beautiful brunette and she drops to her knees in front of the camera and starts sucking him off. Holy shit his dick is huge, you can’t help but clasp your hand over your mouth with wide eyes. Your best friends cock was the biggest one you’d ever seen, it totally makes sense why the girls would leave your apartment with a certain walk, all of them, limping out as if they were slightly in pain.
You can’t hold back any longer at this point, the whole thing has you worked up—pussy dripping into your panties, so you do the most logical thing you can think about in that moment. You slip off your little cotton shorts and black panties and head to the couch as you sit, you open your legs wide—throwing one over the armrest and the other on the other cushion beside you, your fingers find your bundle of nerves and you begin rubbing. You were so wet, worked up and sensitive it had been awhile since you had sex, you were kind of going through a celibate streak that lasted a little longer than intended, so you had a lot of pent up orgasms that needed release, as you move down from your clit you slip two fingers into your hole, you needed to be stretched out for sure. You were so tight, so you continued fucking yourself with your fingers while taking the other hand and rubbing your clit, the screen displayed a picture of Eddie fucking the brunette from the back while he had a fistful of her hair, slapping her ass and every once in awhile grabbing her throat. The filthiness only egging you on closer to your orgasm, you were so focused on Eddies movements, the way his face contorted, the dirty things he was saying and on your own release that you didn’t hear the door being unlocked and opened.
“What the fuck, where did you find that?” Eddie says as he walks to the vhs to eject the tape, both of your faces a dark crimson red—you were mortified, you wanted to die right then and there, you couldn’t believe you allowed yourself to get that caught up in a porno, of your best friend no less.
“Y/n” eddie says in a stern voice as he turns to look at you, he didn’t even notice you had been touching yourself to it, so intent on making sure you didn’t see the rest of it—you sat there with glassy eyes, knees together but barely covering your soaked pussy, and fingers all pruned like you’ve been swimming, your cheeks were flushed and your breathing ragged—it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what you were doing. Eddie raised an eyebrow looking over your whole body, It’s not that Eddie didn’t want to fuck you, he did, he really really did—but he didn’t want to lose you. You had been his only friend since he had to leave his behind after the big earthquake of 86’, he had no one here in Chicago, just you—and he wouldn’t throw that away for a quick fuck. You’d leave just like they all do, and he couldn’t bare that thought—but with you sitting there half naked, and rosy cheeked he couldn’t help but get hard, his innocent best friend or so he thought, touching herself to a video of him. This was so close to every fantasy he’s ever had about you.
“What’s going on here y/n?” He says with a smug smirk
“I-I um, I was putting your laundry away and found this” you stammered
“So you decided to rub one out to it?” — “did you see something you liked?” He continues teasing
“Uh” you couldn’t even find words, you were humiliated and now he’s making fun of you, your lip begins to wobble and you drop your head in shame
“Okay, y/n it’s okay I’m just fucking with you, baby” he laughs out “don’t cry” he says as he moves closer, now sitting on the coffee table facing you—his gaze roaming your half exposed body, hungrily. Your head lifts as you hear the word baby. He’s never called you that before, sure sweetheart or bunny, a cute nickname he gave you due to a constant nose scrunching habit you have that he finds adorable, but never baby—you never want him to stop calling you that.
“Y/n you okay? Where’d you go?” He says as he snaps his fingers in front of your frozen face
“I’m okay” you whisper
“Listen, it’s not a big deal okay? So I did some porn to make some extra cash” —“I mean it’s not the way I wanted you to see my dick, but it’s okay, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, okay sweet girl?” He says as he rubs your knee—making your breath hitch and all you can do is nod your head as you go over his words
“Wait how, um how did you want me to see your dick?” You say with the most pitiful tone you’ve ever heard come out of your mouth
He smirks as he continues rubbing, hand moving closer to your thigh “you don’t think I’ve had little fantasies and wet dreams about you, y/n?” — “what that sweet little pussy, looks and tastes like” he says voice low with a growl
“You have?” You say as your eyes widen
“Of course I have, have you seen yourself?” He says with some annoyance— Eddies always hated how much you doubt yourself and your beauty, how could he not want you? What man wouldn’t?
He was lucky he even got your friendship, you were far too good for the likes of him, well at least that’s what he thought but you never seen it that way.
“I mean, you just never said anything” you say as you finally look him in the eye, shame no longer present in your face
“Well, I can’t lose you y/n” eddie says as his movement on your thigh comes to a halt
“Lose me? Why would you lose me?” You can’t help but let out a little laugh, if only he knew how in love you are, he’d never question or think about you leaving him
“Everyone does” he says with a shrug of his shoulders
“I’m not everyone Eddie, I’m me” you say as you cup his chin and bring his eyes back to yours
He nodded his head in agreement, you’re right you’re not like everyone—you’re special, always have been. His hand begins moving closer to your inner thigh as he gages your reaction—silently asking if it was okay
You nod your head as you bite your lip, opening your legs back to assume the position they were in before he interrupted—his eyes fall to your still glistening pussy and he can’t help but to fall to his knees
“Fuck baby, look at this little pussy” — “it’s even better than I imagined” he says without taking his eyes off of it
“It’s really tight, too” you say —“haven’t been fucked good in a really long time” you continue with a voice as seductress as a siren pulling in her gullible victim
Eddies eyes snap up to yours, with a look no better described as carnal hunger
“You want me to stretch it for you, baby?” He says back, and fuck you about lost it. His dirty talk is so much better in person and when it’s said directly to you
“Yes, I do want that, so bad” you say
“What did it for you baby?” — he asks with a cocky grin —“huh?” You say face full of confusion
“On the tape, what got you worked up?” He asks curiously
“Oh um, well all of it to be honest, just you. Seeing you like that, really really made me horny” you respond making Eddies dick twitch, he loved hearing you like this — “but especially how rough you were with her, the way you pulled her hair and spanked her” you continue
“You like that kind of stuff, bunny?” — “who woulda thought” he says with a chuckle
“I’ve never done it before, but I want you to show me” you say voice almost as low as whisper
“Ok, I can show you whatever you want me to” — “whatever you’re okay with, I’m okay with” he says
You stand up and take his hand, heading off into your bedroom as you pull him along. You enter and walk to your bed, laying him down and crawling on top to straddle his lap, taking your hair out of its low bun and shaking it, then you begin to pull off your shirt—tits falling out of your little tank top “shit” eddie whispered to himself, you were completely bare for him now, and he knew he could no longer hold back—he had to give you all of him
“You’re fucking gorgeous y/n” — “the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen” he says looking you in the eye, face full of genuine adoration
“And you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen” you say back as you move closer to his lips, you give them a little teasing lick as you both giggle, before he grabs the back of your head and smashes your lips together, tongues meeting and teeth clashing, it was almost animalistic the way you both needed each other
You begin shifting in his lap, until you feel his hard cock straining in his jeans beneath you. As you roll your hips for some friction, eddies hands find your hips guiding you back and forth, your pussy completely soaking his jeans— “please take your clothes off Eddie, please!” You beg and whine
Music to Eddie’s ears, he can’t believe he has you this worked up, he feels like he’s dreaming a fucking gnarly wet dream, but he’s not—this is real you’re real and on top of him, heat radiating from your pussy as you beg for him—he could die a happy man
He gives your ass one good smack before he gently pushes you off, removing his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans, you stand up to help work them down his hips, once he kicks them completely off—you squat down and shove your thumbs into the waste band of his checkered boxers, slowly pulling them down his legs as you look up at him meeting his eyes— “oh you knew what your were doing, you little minx” eddie thought to himself
Once his boxers hit below his thighs his cock sprung out. The video tape didn’t do it justice, it was so much more beautiful in person and so hard, leaky tip an angry red. You couldn’t imagine how that stretch would feel—holy shit he’s gonna split you open
“Better in person?” He asks almost reading your thoughts
You look back up at him—“way better” you say as you lick your lips—“can I suck it?” You ask
“I have a better idea” eddie says, jumping up to lay on the bed—“come here” he motions you to climb on the bed too, but you’re lost not really knowing what he has in mind
“Sit on my face, baby” he says with an excited smile
“W-what?” You say in slight embarrassment, you’ve never done that before
“Sit on my face, I’ll eat you out while you suck my cock” —“is that okay?” He asks with a soft voice
The thought instantly breaking you out of your embarrassment—that sounded so hot, and who better to try new things out with
You climb up on the bed and turn to face Eddies legs, straddling his face and as you do he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent—making you moan out at the dirtiness of it—“fuck you smell so good” Eddie says, voice muffled between your thighs. You bend over closer to his lower body and take his hard leaking cock in your hand, pumping it as he moans into your pussy, he begins flicking his tongue on your clit—making you moan out in turn. You focus back on him giving his lower stomach a few open mouthed kisses, following the patch of hair to his cock. You lick up all the way to his tip—tasting his pre cum as you take it in your mouth and suck, making Eddie stiffen and moan underneath you, as you continue sucking and taking him deeper, his tongue becomes relentless. Moans and wet squelches filling the space around you—eddie begins bucking his hips up into your throat, fucking your face—your eyes begin to water and you gag a couple times but you’re so turned on you don’t care. He continues his assault on your pussy as he fucks you with his tongue. You can feel your tummy begin to coil, earlier’s lost orgasm hitting you—the feeling so much more intense.
You begin to moan around eddie, making him fuck your throat harder, spit and tears coating his cock—your legs begin to shake and you can’t edge yourself any longer. You take your mouth off of him with a pop and begin moaning—“fuck yes, I’m cumming, please don’t stop!”
Egging Eddie on, making his assault relentless—as he sucks and slurps on your clit. Your whole body shakes as you fall on top of him no longer able to carry your weight, this was the best orgasm you’ve ever had—you could cry and you were, some from Eddie fucking your throat and some from complete blissed out pleasure
As you lay there while Eddie works you through your high, he grabs two handfuls of your ass, slapping and gripping—so hard he was definitely going to leave marks, but you didn’t care you’ve wanted nothing more than to be marked up by him—this was a dream come true
Eddie lifts your hips signaling you to get up
“Sorry” you laugh out
“It would be a great way to go” he says while huffing in a deep breath — you both laugh at his dumb joke as you lay there, Eddie allowing you to fully come down before continuing
“Can you, um can you fuck me in the same position?” You say shyly
“Doggystyle?” He inquires with raised brows and a smirk
“Uh, yeah” you say back unable to look Eddie in his face
“Don’t go shy on me now, princess” he laughs out
“I-I’m not, I just I’ve never done that one before”
“Hey, I like being your first for new things, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about I actually think it’s fucking hot” he growls
“Really?” You say with furrowed brows
“Yes, baby it’s so fucking sexy that I get to corrupt you and turn you into my personal whore” he spits out making your cheeks blush
You can’t help but bite your lip and nod your head, at this point Eddie could call you any name in the book and you’ll agree to it— “come on, ass up baby” he demands
You get into position, head down on the mattress as your ass wiggles in the air—you feel so exposed like this, but you’re too drunk on the idea of Eddie fucking you to care
“Mmm, this is a beautiful view” he says as he brings his palm down on your ass hard. You moan out, a reaction Eddie was not expecting—“oh you like that?” He says with a devilish smile
“Fuck, we’re gonna have so much fun princess” — “you gonna let me use you like this? Be my little fuck toy whenever I need my dick wet?” He growls as he slaps his cock against your ass—“yes, use me Eddie” you wail “shit, say that again, baby!” he demands as his cock begins breaching your pussy. You’re so lost in the feeling of him stretching you open to pay attention to what he just asked—SMACK! Eddie slaps your ass again, you never thought you’d be into being spanked but you were loving it—you moaned out again as you looked back at him with a smile—“I said say it again” he says through gritted teeth as he grabs a fistful of your hair pulling your head back towards him, plunging his cock deeper inside you “fuck, eddie use me”—-“use my pussy, please!” You shout
“That’s right, my little whore” he spits as he bottoms out inside you “fuck this pussy is so tight, goddamn” he whispers
“Fuck Eddie, you feel so good!”
Eddie begins thrusting in and out of you, pounding harder and harder as he hits your g-spot just right. You and eddie are loud—cussing, grunting and moaning could probably be heard down the block. You felt bad for your neighbors but you didn’t care enough to keep it down, it felt like heaven—better than you could’ve ever imagined
As Eddies fucking into you, you feel something wet hit your other hole— Eddie takes his thumb and begins rubbing the spit around—“has anyone ever played with this hole, baby?” He asks while continuing to fuck into you “no, never” you say as you bite your lip while looking back at him with curiosity
“Fuck, look at this little virgin asshole, can I play with it?” —“I promise, I’ll make you feel so good, princess” he begs
Butt stuff always scared you, after having a bad experience with an ex—but this is Eddie, you trust him and he promises to make you feel good, so of course you grant him access
“Yes, please” you say as you nod your head
Eddie spits another big glob right down on your pink hole, rubbing it in again and then pushing is thumb in slowly, inch by inch until his whole thumb was inside to the knuckle
“Holy shit” you mewl
Eddie stops his thrusts with his dick and finger— to check on you “you okay, baby?” He says voice full of genuine concern
“Yeah, yeah don’t stop please” you begin pushing back, fucking into his cock and thumb
He slaps your ass again, holding it with his free hand as he continues pounding into you. He’s stretching both holes out and it feels so good, too good—that familiar burning sensation creeping up, but one you’ve never felt before
“Eddie, hold on hold on!” His thrusts start slowing down—“what’s wrong, did I hurt you? Was that too much?” He begins
“No, no it’s prefect I-I just think I have to pee” you say with flushed cheeks, embarrassment washing over you
“Mmm, yeah?” He says as he starts to speed up again
“Eddie, baby please I-I can’t” you can’t even finish the sentence as the pleasure washes over you—“that’s it baby, just let go, make a mess”—“squirt all over my dick, you little slut” he growls as his free hand snakes around your waist to rub at your clit—he continues working his thumb in and out of your asshole
“Fuck, you like both of your holes filled hm?”—“like to be filled like a good little slut?” — “fuck, I knew you weren’t as innocent as you pretend to be, you’re just a secret little whore. Eddie just had to give it to you baby, that’s all you needed isn’t that right?”—his words tipping you over the edge, you cum as you scream Eddies name, he pulls his cock out and rubs at your clit with more aggression, making you squirt all over his dick as he groans out
“Fuck that was so hot”—“got my dick nice and wet, might just have to put it in your asshole” he says with a smirk
“I want you to, please?”— “please fuck my asshole, eddie”—“I need it” you whine
His eyes widen at your words “you sure baby?”
“Yes, I’m so sure, please!”—“I want you to fill my asshole with your cum” how the fuck could he say no to that?
“Fuuuck, y/n” he can’t even gather words, you’ve rendered eddie speechless
He takes his finger out and spits on your hole and on his dick, getting it nice and wet. He pushes your ass down a little so he has easier access, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your untouched hole. It’s a way bigger stretch than his finger, but he’s going so slow helping you get use to the feeling of being filled. Once he bottoms out he asks if you need a minute, you shake your head no—making Eddie thrust into you, slowly at first until you begin moaning out a “harder Eddie”
He starts fucking into your asshole relentlessly—it feels so good now. Eddies losing his composure above you “holy shit baby, fuck” —“I’m not gonna last much longer, your asshole is way too fucking tight, it’s milking my cock” —“fuck, I’m gonna fill it up, gonna fill this tight asshole up” —“Every. Last. Drop.” He says between thrusts
He grabs a handful of your hair again, lifting you up so your back is flush against his chest—he kisses your neck and shoulder as he continues his thrusts—“fuck I’m cumming” he moans out, you turn and grab the nape of his neck pushing his lips into yours, you kiss him through his orgasm, as he grunts and moans into the kiss
He pulls out with a hiss and kisses you on the nose guiding you to lay down as he grabs his discarded shirt on the floor and cleans the cum that’s beginning to seep from your fucked out hole
You whimper at the act
“You okay? Was I too rough?” He asks, you can’t get over how thoughtful he was when it came to sex, no man has ever made sure you were okay, the way he did. It made you fall even harder—getting to see him in this new light, you knew you’d never be able to go back to just being friends, but that was a topic for another day.
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