#and his first interaction with him is smacking him on the floor.

[sigskk]

sigchuu meeting (canon) (sigma told me himself)

[ID: A pixel art doodle of Chuuya and Sigma from Bungo Stray Dogs, standing side-by-side. They are very stylized, with elliptical heads, long necks that run offscreen at the bottom, and with only eyes and hair. Sigma is looking away from Chuuya, blushing. Chuuya is wearing his hat and has heavy eye bags. He's staring into the camera with an irritated expression. He has yellow sparkles around him and two arrows pointed to him, one reading "Has not slept in days", and the other in lower opacity, "(also looks like an angel)". End ID.]

#image desc utc #thinking about how the first time chuuya has seen sigma face to face is when he's spent who knows how long here with fyodor while sigma's #in a coma #and his first interaction with him is smacking him on the floor. #where's that one post that's like. sigma waking up and he sees chuuya thinking he's an angel in heaven and then sees dazai and realising #he's in hell. yeah. that. #this is how chuusig starts #sigchuu is so real and canon guys #[ my art ] #sigma #sigma bsd #bsd sigma #sigma fanart #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs fanart #bsd fanart #sigma bungo stray dogs #chuuya #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya bsd #chuuya fanart #sigchuu #chuusig #they're so giggles #i drew this at 4am but I'm gonna queue it for later lmao #bsd spoilers

[tojipie]

mma fighter toji? (im so happy tk see that you’re back btw ❤️)

i really do think this is the best ask i’ve ever gotten pls feel proud of ur brain before u go to bed tonight bc ily. wrote this on the verge of falling asleep if u see any spelling error no u did not.

mma fighter!toji x reader | 1k words

content: violence, injury, blood, reader objectified by stranger

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“you got it, you got—don’t fucking look at her, look at me fushiguro!” your boyfriend’s manager yells, holding a bucket to the younger man’s heaving chest with a sigh.

toji nods at the command, taking a swig of water and spitting into the vessel before wiping his mouth with an ungloved hand. fighters never drank in the ring, it’d only settle heavy in your stomach. make you easier to catch.

blood and saliva drip down his chin and onto the floor of the ring, bright red patters against black mesh.

you watch the veins in toji’s neck pulse underneath sweaty skin, decorated with swirls of black and grey ink. his tattoos extend down his chest and back, working to cover the mess of purple and blue bruises across his body.

on his rib lies a scrawl of your name, etched into his skin for millions to see every time he stepped into the ring.

the raven haired man says something unintelligible to his team before smacking his temple with his glove, almost as if he was trying to knock something back into place.

you cringe at the thought of a brain injury so early into his career. you’d heard stories before, world class fighters reduced to shells of themselves. shot memories, seizures, even paralysis. you try not to think too deeply about it.

the TV screens in front of you pan to across the ring to his opponent. ryomen sukuna, 2 years into his career with every title under the sun.

everything except heavyweight champion. the name belonging to the winner of this very match.

sukuna was terrifying, completely unfazed by the rivets of blood pouring from his temple and left nostril. you’d quite literally watched him pop his nose back into place during the first break after your boyfriend had dealt a serious blow to it. to say this man scared you was an understatement.

toji notices your anxiety, leaning against the mesh wall of the ring to look down at you in the front row.

“you watchin’?” he yells with a grin, barely coherent over the mixed sounds of cheers and boos.

you smile, though your boyfriend scowls at the onslaught of paparazzi trying to capture the tender moment. he spits at the see-through wall of the ring to serve as an unspoken “fuck you.” cheers ring out from the sidelines as the screens capture the interaction.

toji turns to you and pushes off of the mesh wall, throwing his hands out with a “tsk” and a shake of his head.

“you worried about me baby?” he teases, fully aware that the cameras are still on him. “you don’t gotta worry about me, right?.”

you laugh, motioning for security to shoo any onlookers off. the mix of adrenaline and attention was clearly getting to him, though you loved when he got cocky like this. he always fucked you hardest after a big win.

the two men settle back into the middle of the ring, the referee separating them with an stern arm. sukuna looks down at you with an unreadable expression, pinning you to your seat with just a glance. toji’s pink-haired opponent turns back to him with a sinister grin, taking out his mouthguard to speak clearly. you only manage to make out the end of his insult, blood running cold as his words register.

“..and after they give me that title? i might fuck that little girlfriend of yours, fushiguro.”

toji says nothing, expression blank. you begin to wonder if he even heard the other man, but the buzz signifying round 3 pulls you out of your thoughts. you brace for whatever may come next.

sukuna is a brick wall, but toji’s light on his feet, weaving in and out of punches with his gloves guarding his face.

he’s faster than usual, spurred on by adrenaline and anger.

he lands a kick to sukuna’s ribs, the sickening crunch reaching the front row right on impact. definitely two, maybe even three broke ribs you hear a fan spectate.

his opponent curses, landing two punches to his chest before knocking toji to the ground, just barely missing the raven haired man with a solid blow right as he springs upwards.

“you gonna fuck her?” toji scoffs, landing another kick to sukuna’s injured ribs. you can barely make out their conversation even with a front row seat, you doubt anyone in the stands has been able to understand them this whole time.

the pink-haired man winces on impact, his first show of weakness since the beginning of the match.

“huh? tell me.” your boyfriend muses, dodging a kick and throwing sukuna to the floor. cheers ring out in the stadium at the direct show of brutality, you cover your mouth in anticipation.

toji settles his body weight on the man below him, twisting his arm as far as it will go while keeping his face to the floor. his legs wrap around and under the second man, squeezing his injured ribs like a vice with his thighs.

sukuna lands a blow with his free arm, then another, then another. toji does nothing, holding his opponent down with a smile almost too wide, too sinister.

“fuck.. fuck!” sukuna yells, struggling under the weight of the man above him.

the crowd is in hysterics, the announcers are out of their seats. “an unprecedented burst of energy,” you hear them call it. nothing like they’d ever seen before during any of toji’s matches.

you have to fight off the ego boost it gives you, knowing he’s only fighting this hard for you. because another man dared to speak on your name in his presence.

toji takes a couple more punches with that same smile, finally grabbing his opponent’s free arm to render the other man motionless.

you stagger out of your seat, running into the isle to get a better view of the ring.

the referee crouches by the two men, waiting to call the match. sukuna shares a look with third man, groaning before tapping toji’s wrist three times.

the crowd is animalistic. screams, wails, jeers, all of it meshes together within seconds.

toji’s security forms a circle around you, leading you towards the ring as fans flood the isles in celebration.

that was it, he’d won the title. Fushiguro Toji, heavyweight champion.

sukuna is led out of the ring by his team, choosing to forego any post-match interviews. he doesn’t dare look at you as he passes you on the steps, humiliated beyond belief.

calls of your name echo out from the center of the ring, your boyfriend pushing past paparazzi to scoop you into his arms.

the heat from his torso melts into yours as he clutches you to his body. he’s sweaty, practically bleeding from every direction too. but he’s smiling.

it’s not the smile he puts on for press, a quick flash of perfect teeth to keep the morale light, keep his sponsors happy. not the sinister smile he flaunts during matches either, fueled by bloodlust and pure adrenaline.

not even the cocky smile he puts on for the crowd when the match gets tough, the one that gets his opponents mad, gets the crowd hit and bothered.

this smile is soft, private. a small show of love in a sea of flashing cameras and prying eyes. this smile says “i love you, I do this for you.”

you reach for his face, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. toji wipes the blood—his— from your lips with a calloused thumb, pulling your head to his chest with a soft murmur.

“i love you.”

#adah’s asks #i love this ask so much #fushiguro toji #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen #toji drabbles #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji hcs #toji headcanons #mma fighter toji #mma fighter!toji #mma fighter! toji fushiguro #toji angst #toji x reader fluff #toji x reader angst

[hcrringtonsbat]

𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 (𝐄.𝐌.)

summary: over the course of your friendship, eddie never noticed that you didn’t swear. he took it upon himself to find a way to change that. it was pure chance that you were also screaming his name in the process. [4.7k+ words]

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), fingering, oral (female receiving), humping, dirty talk

pairing: eddie munson x female!best friend!reader

a/n: oh. my. goodness.this is the first full-blown fic that i’ve written in a while and my first ever published smut. this is probably my favorite thing i’ve ever written & the longest. as always, i hope you enjoy and I encourage you to interact with this. i’d really appreciate it. *also, i know hellraiser comes out in 1987… just pretend it didn’t for my sake <3

part 2

“Ouch! Motherlover!” You exclaimed out of the blue, breaking the silence in the room. You shook your left hand vigorously, hoping to alleviate the pain that struck your pointer finger.

After examining the injury, you gazed up at Eddie sitting on his throne. He had a look on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. He looked slightly concerned, hearing you cry out in pain had startled him but on the other hand, it seemed as if he could burst out laughing at any second.

“Papercut.” You explained, holding up your finger so that he could see.

A smirk appeared on his face, “I figured. Looks gnarly.” Eddie’s tone was laced with sarcasm.

The two of you were currently in the drama room at Hawkins High School. Hellfire had just been slaughtered by the Cult of Vecna and was in need of a new campaign. Everyone in the club was itching to prove to not only themselves but Eddie that they were capable of outsmarting him and beating his new labyrinth of a campaign.

You weren’t Dungeon Master but, you were his best friend and a big help when it came to brainstorming. Eddie often found that whenever the two of you were riffing off of the top of each other's heads, he came up with the best ideas. So, it wasn’t unusual that you’d stay late after school to help him.

“What?” His sarcastic response didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, still smirking. Eddie peaked at you from behind his hair to see that you weren’t buying it.

You poked his arm in the same spot where his bat tattoo was permanently etched into his skin, “C’mon. What?”

If Eddie knew you half as well as he thought he did, he should’ve guessed that you would probe, “It’s just-” He paused and chuckled to himself, “Motherlover? Really Y/N.”

“What? I always say that!”

“Yeah, exactly. You always say “motherlover” He air quoted, “I mean, what’s wrong with just saying motherfucker and moving on?”

“Nothing’s wrong with swearing. It’s just not my thing.” You shrugged as you continued to scribble away in your notebook.

Even when the two of you were harebrained freshmen, ripe for the picking, Eddie can’t recall hearing you curse. He just assumed that it was because your innocence was still lively & intact.

But as time went on and your age increased, you would stay out past your curfew, unbeknownst to your parents. Or you would indulge in smoking with Eddie at his trailer. So, it wasn’t like you were some goodie-two-shoes who got on her knees every Sunday to pray and repent for her sins.

Eddie reached across the table and closed the book you were writing in. Then, he proceeded to gently snatch it away from you and slide it across the empty table. The two of you watched as it slid off the edge and smacked the floor.

“I was using that.” It would be a lie if you said you were surprised that he’d do something like that but, that’s just who Eddie is. A man that goes to great lengths to get your undivided attention.

“I call bullshit,” Eddie began, adjusting his position in his throne so that one of his legs was thrown haphazardly across the wooden arm, “Out of all of the crazy, ridiculous, rash stunts that we’ve pulled over the course of our friendship… you draw the line at swearing?”

“I mean, Henderson curses more than you and he’s like… twelve.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s fourteen,” You corrected.

“Don’t try and change the subject, princess.” Eddie deadpanned, not breaking eye contact.

Your mind flashed away from your current conversation to a dream that you had maybe three nights ago.

Eddie’s face was burrowed between your thighs, licking up your cunt before stopping at your clit and swirling his tongue, the way that drove you crazy.

Despite everything, despite your legs wrapped around his shoulders, despite his hair covering the top half of his face, he never broke eye contact with you. Not even for a second.

“You like that, princess?” He asked you before continuing to lap at your pussy.

You were instantly transported back to where you sat. In a room with Eddie. Not in his trailer sprawled out on his bed, “What have I told you about calling me Princess?” You pointed an accusatory finger at him.

He swatted it away as quickly as you lifted it, “How ‘bout this. I’ll stop when you tell me to shut the fuck up.”

You protested, “No, I’m not doing that!”

“How about shut the hell up. That’s better, right?” Eddie continued, refusing to let up.

Despite his best efforts, you still stood your ground, “Gosh, no, Eddie!”

“Alright,” He paused. You could tell by how his eyebrows were furrowed and how he mindlessly twirled his rings that he was thinking and hadn’t given up yet.

“Telling me to stick it where the sun shines?” He proposed, “It’s a step in the right direction, huh?” Eddie smiled.

At this, you didn’t even try and protest. You just shook your head and rose from your chair, walking to the end of the table and retrieving the notebook that Eddie had so kindly flung across the room.

Returning to your seat, you opened the page you’d been working on and finished your thoughts.

A few seconds passed before Eddie realized that you were intentionally ignoring him. He scoffed, “Jesus H Christ. You’re hopeless, princess.”

You swallowed, trying so hard not to go back to the deep crevices of your mind that thought of Eddie that way. He’s your best friend. Get yourself together. You told yourself.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll get there one day.”

He used this nickname so often that it could’ve doubled as your name. But today, you couldn’t stand to have him call you anything other than Y/N. You had to change the subject or else you’d be clenching your thighs the entire drive home.

“Hey!” You whacked his hand closest to you.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe we could’ve had the new beast for this month's campaign if you weren’t such an asshole?” Another whack, this time on his kneecap.

“One day.” He reiterated before scribbling something on a scratch sheet of paper, completely ignorant to the pool of desire he caused to form in your underwear just by simply calling you a name.

˚ · •. ° .

The entire room erupted in whoops and hollers as Frank Cotton’s dismembered body panned into the frame. Jeff stood on the edge of his loveseat while Gareth clapped at the television screen. Eddie on the other hand remained silent, focusing on the movie.

Occasionally, members of Hellfire gathered at Jeff’s house to watch a horror movie. Today, it was decided that you’d be watching Hellraiser.

This was a very different pick from your run-of-the-mill Nightmare on Elm Street or Friday the 13th. Hellraiser breached a new level of gore and Eddie was forced to step in as dungeon master and forbid the younger members of Hellfire to participate in this particular flick.

“I don’t want to be responsible for replacing your bedsheets.” He’d said when talking to Dustin, which resulted in Eddie being told off with some expletives.

Although he didn’t tell you, Eddie considered asking if you wanted to sit this one out. He remembers how nervous you looked when people started getting slaughtered left and right by Jason Voorhees. From how Gareth described it, Hellraiser made all the other movies you’d watched seem like a walk in the park.

Now, you sat next to him, squirming slightly in your seat on Jeff’s couch. Eddie turned his head to glance at you, expecting to see you looking away from the carnage on screen but, he was mistaken.

You didn’t peel away from the bloodshed. Not even for a second. He should’ve known that you’d do this. Be stubborn and stare the violence down, even if all you wanted to do was shield your eyes.

Eddie thought of a way to add fuel to the fire.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. As expected, you didn’t even bat an eyelash. This was something that Eddie did so often during these movies that it became second nature.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his arm before he inched in closer to your ear and whispered, “Are you creeped out?” Despite his devious intentions, it was a genuine question.

If Eddie got even a sense that this was starting to get too much for you, he would’ve whisked you out of there.

“Uh-uh.” You shook your head, still keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

Eddie pressed on, “Are you sure? I can tell them to turn it off… princess.” He added at the last second.

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Suddenly, you became hyperaware of everything. The way Eddie’s arm was draped across your shoulder, the weight of his chest as it pressed against you, his thigh glued to yours, his breath fanning across your neck as he spoke… everything.

If this movie wasn’t going to be the death of you, he sure was.

Despite everything your body was urging you to do, you didn’t give in. You just kept a neutral look on your face and paid him no attention.

“Oh, don’t be that way,” He urged, “You’re not gonna tell me to fuck off, princess?” There was an edge to his voice.

It was no surprise that you felt wetness begin to pool in your underwear for the second time this week. Lord. If only he was aware of the things he did to me, maybe he wouldn’t do them at all.

“C’mon, Y/N. Just say one bad word, for me?” He begged. When he said this, the typical playfulness in his voice was gone, nowhere to be found.

You tore your eyes from the television, but when you looked at Eddie’s face only to see that signature Cheshire cat grin upon his face, you knew you fell for it.

All Eddie wanted was for you to give in. It wasn’t the thing he’d longed for you to do the most but, it was still something. A step in the right direction, he’d said earlier this week.

He was itching to say it again now. Instead, he opted for, “Progress, Princess. I’ll crack you soon enough.”

Just like that, Eddie turned his attention back to the movie. He left his arm draped around you but other than that, there was no indication that he’d ever interacted with you.

You gaped at him for a moment. How could he just-? Why would he-? Is he just gonna do something like that, right here, right now, and pretend like he doesn’t know the effect he has on me? You thought.

“Y/N!” A voice ripped you from your thoughts.

Gareth looked on edge, “Are you even watching? This movie cost like $15 to rent at Family Video. The least you could do is pretend you’re interested.” He scolded.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to stand on Jeff’s coffee table and yell what Eddie just did, how he riled you up only to leave you high and dry.

But what good would that do? Admitting that your best friend made you wet just by whispering in your ear?

It would just result in teasing from Jeff and Gareth– maybe even Eddie himself. You could hear him now, “Sweetheart, if I make you that hot and bothered all you have to do is use your words like a big girl, ‘kay?”

You bit your tongue, opting for the rational option. To keep watching the movie and pretending as if nothing had happened.

˚ · • . ° .

Three days later, you found yourself experiencing merciless teasing at the hands of Eddie Munson again. Well– not exactly. At least not yet but, you could feel it coming.

Even with your inhibitions low, even with a blunt laced through your fingers… you just knew.

You were currently sitting in Eddie’s bed, sharing a blunt and talking about nothing in particular while he tuned his guitar. Right now, your eyes were closed, listening to him pluck away.

You felt his bed even out and you opened your eyes and propped yourself up on your elbows, trying to see where the man was going.

He grabbed a pick that was on his desk. Your head fell back against his pillow when you realized he wasn’t going far.

As the bed dipped down, you heard a bang against the wall followed by, “Shit!” Eddie cursed.

This time, you sat all the way up, seeing Eddie grab his elbow, “I hit my funny bone.” He explained, taking another second to breathe before extending his arm in your direction, signaling for you to pass the joint.

“I think that’s enough guitar for me today.” He joked, before taking a long, deep, inhale to let the smoke enter his lungs before exhaling it all out.

“You should take a page outta my book and try not to curse.” You said, resting your head against the wall for support.

Eddie looked at you, taking another drag, “And why would I do that when it’s just so…” He searched for the right word, “Fun? Liberating?” He couldn’t decide.

“How about neither?” You challenged.

You had no idea why you started to antagonize your best friend. Maybe you just wanted to get the teasing out of the way since it’s been a little while since the last time he tried to get you to swear.

Or, maybe you were hoping it lead to somewhere else.

“You think you’re better than me, huh?” Eddie smirked, “You’ve got some superiority kink or something.”

You decided to throw him a bone, “I do have the urge to curse sometimes.”

“Oh yeah? And when is that?” He asked, interest piqued.

“When I get hurt. Like the other day in the drama room. I don’t think you realize how close I was to actually saying it.”

You extended your arm and pried the blunt from Eddie’s lips, “And stop hogging this.”

“So, you don’t wanna swear like a sailor any other time?” He inquired, not even phased that you stole his joint away from him.

Eddie decided that you could keep that one since it was almost gone anyway. He reached for his tin “lunchbox” and grabbed another pre-rolled blunt. He’d probably pinch himself later, knowing that it was supposed to be for a customer but, right now, he didn’t care.

“Not even when you’re touching yourself?” Eddie asked so nonchalantly as he fumbled with his lighter. He said it as casually as you’d ask about the weather or if someone was enjoying their meal.

If you knew he would have dropped a bombshell like that, you never would have brought it up in the first place.

“W-what?” You managed to sputter out, “Why would you even ask me something like that?”

He sighed, “Don’t tell me I struck a nerve, princess?” There he goes. With that nickname again.

Oh, you struck a nerve, alright.

“We never talk about stuff like this is all.” Your brain didn’t even know what to make out of this interaction.

“There’s no time like the present, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, staring you down, “So, what’s the answer?”

You thought about the different ways to reply. You could continue to hold out, refusing to entertain Eddie’s ideas. Or you could give in and end this cycle of desire and damp panties.

Eddie obviously got tired of waiting for you to respond and decided to throw another question into the mix, “What about when someone else touches you?”

And just when you thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, they did.

“No.” You answered definitively.

I don’t want someone else. I want you. You thought but didn’t dare say.

“Hmm.” Eddie nodded his head at this newfound information and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding in.

Thank God the 3rd degree was finally ove-

“So when Harrington went to town,” He started, “You weren’t itching to say anything?”

You had a brief (and I mean brief) romantic history with Steve Harrington.

During your junior year, the two of you went on one date together to the drive-in movie theater just outside of Hawkins. It was a nice experience but, you found yourself longing to be watching a different movie with Hellfire– well, Eddie.

You mentioned hanging out with Steve to Eddie once. You were shocked that he remembered it but what shocked you even more was that he assumed Steve “went to town.”

“Considering we never even got that far, no.” You admitted, thankful to put that rumor to rest, whether he’d conjured it up in his head or heard it roaming the halls.

But of course, knowing Eddie, he just had to be thorough. He asked again, just to clarify, “So Harrington never…?”

“Nope.”

Eddie took a beat, mentally taking notes. Good.

Another question popped into his mind and with him already on his second blunt of the night, he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Has anyone ever?”

“No.”

He hummed, then took another slow drag of his blunt, making you wait in anticipation for what he was going to say next, “If it makes you feel any better, no guy at school knows anything worth a damn.”

You couldn’t hold back the scoff that passed your lips. “Right. And you do?” If Eddie could tease you, you could tease him right back.

Eddie had taken home his fair share of people after shows at The Hideout, mostly people just itching to say they’ve slept with someone in a band. He was surprised that hearing you doubt his abilities in bed stung him so much.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” He stopped, then added under his breath, “I bet I could have you screaming.”

You heard him, heard what he said… what he was alluding to. Your breath caught in your throat and you forced yourself to swallow it down. Get ahold of yourself. He’s only teasing.

Eddie didn’t intend for you to hear what he said but, would it be such a bad thing that you did?

He can’t recall the last time he looked at you as strictly his best friend. The two of you crossed borders that a typical duo wouldn’t: sleeping in each other’s beds, holding hands when a movie got a bit too scary, Eddie kissing your forehead before he left your house.

And that was just the surface level. God only knows how much the two of you had practically seeped into each other’s skin after your years of friendship.

With everything going on right now, Eddie’s inhibitions lowered, the feeling of his cock tightening in his jeans at the prospect of you two finally crossing that godforsaken line… he couldn’t stop himself.

“C’mon, princess. Don’t try and act all high and mighty now like you haven’t thought of me that way.” He started, fully expecting you to smack him on the side of the head but, you didn’t.

Eddie kept going, “Like you haven’t thought about me with my head between those pretty thighs.”

“I haven’t.” You gulped, your hand traveled up your arm and stopped at your elbow.

After knowing each other for years, it was obvious that you’d pick up on one another’s habits. Certain words that you’d coin, your favorite items of clothing… when you were lying.

The number of times you’d call your parents from Eddie’s house, claiming that the two of you were studying when in actuality you weren’t. He noticed the way you scratched your elbow while lying through your teeth.

Just like you were right now.

“Mosquito bite?” He asked, pointing out your nervous tick, “Or did you hit your funny bone too?” He smirked.

“E-Eddie,” You stuttered, “Trying to seduce me isn’t gonna get me to say a bad word.” You chuckled nervously.

“Really?” He said, unconvinced, “When have you, Y/N Y/L/N, ever backed down from a challenge?”

Suddenly, you realized how close in proximity the two of you were. For the second time in the past week, you could feel his body heat radiating from his chest.

“Y/N…” He continued in a sing-song tone, “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at my hands while I played my guitar.”

“Were you thinking about these fingers fucking your pussy?” Eddie held up his ring-clad fingers and whispered in your ear.

“God, Eddie,” You exhaled, “Are you really taking this that far?”

This was your final attempt. It was the last time you were going to resist what your body was screaming at you to do… Let Eddie take you right here, right now, on his bed.

“Tell me to stop, Princess. Tell me to let it go and I will. Promise.” He extended his pinky finger.

You didn’t take it.

“So, is that a yes?” Eddie asked, scanning your body for any indication that you didn’t want this. That was the last thing he wanted to do, make you uncomfortable.

But with the way your chest heaved up and your thighs were pressed together, he knew.

“Mhm.” You nodded.

Eddie tutted, “Uh-uh, Sweetheart. Use your words.”

This was it. You knew once you uttered these words, your friendship with Eddie would be changed forever. It would breach uncharted territory. The thought of that should have terrified you but, it didn’t. You longed for this.

And right now, wanting his calloused fingers inside of you trumped any hesitation that could’ve formed.

“Yes.”

Smirking, Eddie moved from his seated position and climbed to the edge of the bed. He pulled your ankles with enough force so that you were lying down.

Crawling back up, Eddie hovered over you, his hair falling in your face while his hands started to unbutton your jeans, “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this, Y/N/N.”

Eddie took his sweet time. He slowly tugged down your zipper and began to peel your pants off of your body. Your hips bucked up so that he could get them past your ass and down to your ankles. He gave them a final pull before they fell onto the floor.

He returned to his position above you. Eddie maintained intense eye contact with you before cupping your clothed pussy.

“You’re so warm, Sweetheart. I bet you’re wet too, hmm?” He used his pointer finger to push your panties to the side, lightly grazing your clit in the process.

He was right. Arousal practically dripped from your pussy and right onto his bedsheets, “Fuck,” He sighed, “Is this all for me?”

“Y-yeah. All for you, Eds.” Your voice was breathy as you tried not to moan in anticipation.

He hummed approvingly before taking his hand away, letting your underwear fall right back into place.

Suddenly, his attention fell onto your neck. Eddie left a trail of kisses starting at your collar bone and kissed up to your earlobe, “Take them off for me, Princess.” He demanded.

You didn’t waste any time, using both hands to slide out of your panties. Before you could toss them aside, Eddie grabbed them from you and shoved them into his pocket, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’ll give them back later.”

You felt his fingers brush the inside of your thigh, inches away from where you wanted him the most. You waited a few more seconds, trying to gauge his next move.

When his fingers kept dancing in between your thighs, you whined, “Eddie, if you’re not going to do anything-” Oh.

You felt as 3 of Eddie’s fingers slipped into your pussy. You could feel the ice-cold rings that littered his fingers brush against your inner thigh as he continued working, curling his fingers.

Eddie began to pump his fingers in and out of you, feeling your chest rise and fall. Lewd sounds and whimpers slipped past your lips when he brought his thumb to your clit and began to flick the bundle of nerves.

His cock strained against his jeans hearing you whine from underneath him, “Cat got your tongue, Princess? Don’t worry, I’ll have you screaming pretty soon.” He smirked.

Eddie increased his pace, which had your moans getting louder and louder each time his thumb circled your bud. Your eyes were snapped shut and your knuckles were white because of how hard you were gripping his bedsheets.

You felt heat begin to rise in the pit of your stomach, “I’m so close, Eds. Keep going.” You begged him.

His fingers didn’t let up as he began to slowly inch down the length of your body. Eddie used his free hand to spread your legs wider before positioning himself between them.

“You’re close, angel? Do you want to cum?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You moaned, arching your back.

“Say it.” You could feel Eddie’s breath fan across your clit.

Even in the heat of the moment, with Eddie’s fingers so furiously pounding your cunt to death, he still didn’t give up.

“Eddie. Please, just, please.” You groaned.

His fingers began to slow down. The coil that was building in your stomach began to fade away as he started to remove his fingers from your pussy.

“What are you doing?” You whimpered at the loss of contact and peered down at where Eddie was perched.

“Say it and I’ll keep going.”

Jesus. Is he really going to pull something like this? Right now out of all moments?!

Eddie could see the cogs churning in your head. He decided to make things even harder for you by placing a ginger kiss right on your clit, causing you to moan.

He’s officially won.

“Fuck! Just…” You stuttered, “Just fucking let me finish, please!” You pleaded, finally giving in after almost 2 weeks of being stubborn.

“Good girl.” He praised before hiking both of your legs up in the air and throwing them behind his shoulders.

He wasted no time, getting immediately back to work by showing your clit the most love and attention. Eddie licked a stripe up your cunt causing you to gasp.

You could feel waves of heat build-up again, followed by the coil threatening to snap as he continued to lap at your pussy.

Eddie glanced up and saw the way you were clutching his sheets for dear life. He peeled your left hand away and guided it to the back of his head. You then added your right hand into his locks without assistance, “Shit! Eddie, I’m almost there.”

You felt your orgasm approach as you began to clench around nothing and grind onto his face. The hands that were intertwined in his hair tugged on it, causing his face to angle slightly upward towards you.

As flashes of light began to cloud your vision, signaling to yourself that you finally reached your high and came all over Eddie’s sheets, you felt the bed begin to shake.

Shit, was my orgasm that powerful? You thought, highly confused.

You felt Eddie’s movements come to a stop. His head was still laid between your thighs, your fingers were still laced through his mane, pulling on it.

Holy. Shit.

You were frozen in your spot when you realized what was really happening. It wasn’t your orgasm that was so intense that caused the bed to shake, it was Eddie. Humping it. It really shouldn’t have gotten you as riled up as it did.

“Fuck, Princess. You’ve got me going feral.” He grunted, continuing to pound his mattress into oblivion.

You didn’t remove your hands from his hair as he continued to fuck his mattress. You watched, dumbfounded, and highly turned on because of this.

For almost two weeks, Eddie had been teasing you nonstop. Constantly doing things to intentionally get you turned on. You decided that it was your turn to add fuel to the fire, “Good boy.”

“Jesus. Fuck. God, I wish this mattress was you right now.” His head fell on your thigh and kissed it.

“Shit!” He swore once more, before letting out a grunt, letting you know that he had finished.

The aggressive movements came to an abrupt stop and he stood up and climbed fully into bed. He brushed away the hair that was matted to your forehead with sweat.

“That was….” Eddie sighed, flopping his head next to yours.

“Fun? Liberating?” You quoted him from earlier that night.

He scoffed, “It was, wasn’t it?”

“Fuck yeah.” You said, loud and proudly.

A grin slowly appeared on Eddie’s face. You swore, without even being provoked, “That’s my girl.” He kissed the top of your forehead.

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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twenty-Five - Future Mrs Ricciardo

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Daniel spent all of December and January ring shopping. It was just so difficult, trying to decide on the perfect one. He'd seen the dainty rings she wore on her finger. All of them were flat. None of them were the kind of ring with a rock.

Something flat. Daniel knew she would like something flat, something that didn't have any kind of diamond sticking out. But that made finding the perfect one so much harder.

First, Daniel wanted to ask her and Milo to move into his house. By February, he'd decided it was time, decided he wanted to pick up all of her things and move them to his house. He wanted to see her books on the shelves, her blankets on the sofa, her mug beside his in the cupboards.

Fast forward to Valentines day. Olivia was supposed to be at her mothers house, but Kerry-Ann had a date and begged Daniel to take her.

(She watched the entire interaction, watched the way Kerry-Ann stepped closer to Daniel. Her hand touched his chest and she pouted her lips, begging him to take Olivia while she went on her Valentines date. The fact that she thought she needed to beg showed she really didn't know Daniel at all.)

Olivia and Milo spent the night at Olivia's Grand Parent's house. They watched movies, ate dinner in front of the television and filled in their colouring books until they went to bed.

"I'm thinking dinner and a movie," said Daniel as he pulled her towards him, pulling her onto his lap.

She straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think I like what you're thinking," she said and kissed him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. "But I'm also happy with staying here and breaking the couch in."

Daniel couldn't help but frown. "The couch isn't new," he answered, and she bounced in his lap. His eyes widened. "Oh wow," he said. "Wow, yeah, I like that." His hands settled on her hips. "But I do still want to take you out for dinner."

When she pouted, Daniel kissed her and her pout disappeared. "Come on, my love," he said. "It's our first Valentines day together and I want to treat you."

She kissed him again. "Okay. But, instead of a movie, we can come back here and..."

"I love it." He stood up and gently put her on the floor. "Go and get dressed. I wasn't to get you back here as soon as possible." Daniel pointed her in the direction of the bedroom and smacked her ass, as if to get her going.

She got showered and dressed in as quick a time as she could. She dried and brushed her hair, styling it with pins, and did her makeup. If they were going for dinner, she was going to make sure she looked fucking perfect.

When Daniel walked into the bedroom to retrieve a his own clothes, he covered his eyes. "I'm not looking, I swear," he said as he dug through the closet.

He got changed in the living room, folding his clothes and leaving them on the couch. When he was ready, Daniel sat down and called his daughter.

When she walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, Daniel damn near dropped his phone. "Is that my momma?" Milo asked, his face appearing on the screen.

"Yeah, Milo, it is," he said as he strode over to her. He turned the camera around, showing Milo and Olivia just how gorgeous she looked. She did a twirl and took the phone from Daniel, saying hello to the kids as he stood behind her, hands on her hips.

"Well, we'll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?" She said to Milo and Olivia.

"Bye, guys!" Daniel called from behind her.

"Bye!" Milo and Olivia chorused, ending the call.

When Daniel turned her around, she slipped his phone into his pocket. She kissed the underside of his jaw as Daniel gripped her hips. "You know, now I kinda regret insisting that we go to dinner."

She stepped away from him, giving him an unimpressed look as she did so. "I did not get all pretty like this for nothing." She pressed a finger to his chest as she said it. "C'mon, Honey Badger. Take me to dinner."

Dinner was, well, fantastic. It was a small Italian place. Daniel hadn't given his real name when making the reservation, and they damn near shit their pants when he walked in.

They couldn't be more apologetic that they'd sat them in one of the worst seats in the house. But it was Valentines day and it was incredibly busy.

But the food was good, the service was good and the wine went to her head a little bit. Their table was lit by candles. Everything was perfect.

Daniel had his arm wrapped around her as they walked down the street. They didn't head back to the car immediately, instead walking under the stars. "Hang on," he said, stopping to tie his shoelaces.

But his shoelaces were tied already. And, suddenly, he had a little black box in his hand. "Y/N," Daniel called and she turned towards him. "I've got an important question."

Her hands covered her mouth as he pulled open the box. What kind of ring would a man like Daniel choose for her? Whatever it was, she'd wear it with pride.

But the box didn't have a ring inside. No, it had a key. "Will you move in with me?"

She couldn't stop herself from hitting his shoulder. "Asshole, I thought you were going to propose!"

Still, Daniel was on his knee, waiting for an answer. "Yes," she said, taking the key from the box. "Yes, I'll move in with you."

Daniel stood up and kissed her. "Let me take you home, Roomie," he said with a grin, taking her hand and leading her back to the car. "I just gotta know, will you smack me like that when I do propose?"

"Propose and find out," she said with a grin as Daniel pulled open the car door for her.

When the season started a month later, Daniel wanted to take her everywhere with him. He wanted her by his side as he walked through the paddock, wanted her watching him as he drove.

But she was still working and he went alone. But it was okay, it just meant that she'd be at home, watching the race with the kids.

The drivers that had met her, loved her. They asked Daniel about her whenever they got a moment. He loved talking about her. He loved talking about all of his little family and couldn't stop once he'd started.

Only Max knew he was going to propose. Only Max had seen the ring. Only Max knew how Daniel was going to do it. He just needed to give his friend a little reassurance.

It was back in Australia. Daniel had a weekend of no racing and he wanted to get away.

He booked a cabin for the two of them, took her away for just the weekend while Milo and Olivia stayed with his parents. Daniel didn't tell her. He didn't tell her until he was packing their bags (with no idea what to pack for her).

She walked in on him, shoving things into their bags. "Danny," she said softly, placing her hand on his shoulders. "What're you doing?"

He let out a sigh as he stood up. "I... am taking you away for the weekend."

Holy shit, he was going to propose.

Wordlessly, she began putting things into her bag. She grabbed things from her underwear drawer and put them in her bag without letting Daniel see what it was.

Once her bag was zipped up, she turned to him and threw her arms around his shoulders. "Love you," she said as she kissed him.

Daniel could hardly keep himself from telling her as he drove them up to the cabin. He kept his hand on her thigh as he parked up (doing that thing where he drove with one hand, palm against the steering wheel).

Their bags weren't heavy, but Daniel insisted on carrying both of them. The cabin was nice and secluded, the next one a few miles doing the road.

"Have you ever fucked on a porch?" He grinned as he carried the bags into the cabin, flexing like crazy.

They had sex on the porch. They had sex on the rug, sex by the fire. It was damn near impossible to separate them.

Daniel was constantly looking for the right moment to propose. He wanted to, he so badly wanted to. But it wasn't the right moment.

The right moment came on Sunday. They'd spent the night unable to separate, his cock moving through her folds, her body moving on top of his.

In the morning light, with her body wrapped in the white sheets, hair covering the pillow, Daniel found his moment. He wrapped his arms around her mid section and pulled her closer. "Marry me," he said and kissed her bare shoulder.

"Sure," she muttered, fingers tracing his tattoo.

"No, I'm being serious," he said, turning her body to face him. "Marry me."

She grinned and leaned in to kiss him. "Yes, Daniel Ricciardo, I'll marry you."

Suddenly Daniel was out of the bed. He ran to his bag, pulled the ring from its box and slipped it onto her finger. "Future Mrs Ricciardo," he whispered and kissed her, pulling her body against his.

(When they picked up the kids later that evening, Daniel introduced Y/N to his parents as his ex girlfriend. Nobody was impressed by that.)

FIN

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Sorry for my inconsistent posting schedule my darlings :(

Creepypasta/MH - The Moment They Knew They Loved You

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Tim/Masky, “Ticci” Toby

Jeff the Killer

It would’ve been a very long time after knowing you

Even if he was physically attracted to you, he wouldn’t consider that “love”

He usually judges people more on their character

That’s not so say he doesn’t enjoy calling people ugly if he thinks they’re ugly though

So you guys would’ve been vibing together for a while

He’d come away from each interaction with you just a little happier (or a lot happier), but he didn’t really notice it

That is, until he walks into a room one day and finds you relaxing, scrolling through your phone

He announces some unhinged plan, fully intending on carrying it out

You just look up at him for a second before (being used to his bs) just giving a thumbs-up and telling him to have fun

He blinked at you for a second, a grin coming to his lips slowly

He thinks to himself: you know, this is why I like them. They understand me.

And then he starts to think about all the reasons he likes you

He spends the rest of the night with your image in his head and a light feeling in his heart

It’s when he’s lying in bed, telling himself to stop thinking so he can sleep, that he finally realizes:

Oh. I’m in love, aren’t I?

He’s not mad about it; he’s more surprised than anything (at first at least… soon he’s ecstatic about it)

But he fully accepts his affection for you, and it won’t be long till he confesses ;)

Nina the Killer

She’s a pretty perky girl with a lot of emotions

Happiness, sadness, anger… she’s unapologetic in expressing everything, to the point that many call her “extra” or “weird”

It’s only for those people that she acts more reserved, and it’s more in an act of resentment than resignation (basically her saying “eff you loser, you don’t deserve me”)

So she only really likes people that she doesn’t have to act differently around

And of course you’re one of those people :)

She finds little things to like and hate about everyone in her life, and you’re no exception

So one night she just happens to be looking at a picture of you, and she gets to thinking

She smiles as she remembers good times with you: going to the mall, getting messy with baking or butchering, late night texting…

At length she decides that there’s a whole lot more to love than hate

And then she gets to thinking about your looks, and maybe she’s biased because she’s just decided that you’re delightful, but she feels a little heat come to her cheeks

She zooms in on the picture she’s looking at, admiring your features one at a time

She’s baffled that she hasn’t noticed how good-looking you are until now

And then the memories play again in her head, but this time her heart soars extra high…

She’s in love with you!!

She smacks a hand over her mouth when she realizes it, then breaks into a fit of giggles

Get ready for not-so-subtle hints and extra affection….

She’ll want you to figure it out before she actually confesses lol

Jane the Killer

I feel like she would’ve decided that she loved you pretty early on

Maybe even before interacting with you for the first time

She watched you (perhaps not entirely intentionally at first), and was at once enchanted by your looks and the way you carried yourself

You were like a magical creature of beauty to her

She didn’t dare disturb you in the beginning; she was content just watching

She was sure that her infatuation was purely aesthetic; you were just pretty, that was all there was to it

Except IT WASNT

One day she happened to actually interact with you

She was a little nervous, what with you being held so high in her head

But you absolutely floored her

The way you spoke, the way you saw her as a person…

You hooked her like a bass in a pond

She stood there breathless after your first interaction, watching you walk away with a racing heart

It was then that she knew this was much more than physical attraction

She HAD to have you, or at least try to

And trust me, she will try her hardest 😤

She’ll court you for a while first, just to see if you’re even interested

But if/when you are, she won’t be taking her time in confessing ;D

Tim/Masky

Methinks you’d have been friends for a while first

You went through a lot of things together: good times, bad times, silence, chaos…

And maybe you weren’t besties or anything, or super enthusiastic about each other (actually you’re probably a little cold to each other if anything, even if you do feel strongly attached)

But the point is that you have a history, and you know each other well

Plus there’s an unspoken bond that says you’ll have to tolerate each other for a long time (unspoken obligatory friendship moment)

Not that either of you minded

So one day you’re enjoying some silence together, relaxing out on a balcony and waiting for the dark clouds to pour rain

Your eyes are fixed on the sky, leaving your face in full view of the world

And, more importantly, Tim

He’s not sure why, but his gaze catches on your face

He starts admiring the little features: your eyes, the curve of your nose, the way your eyebrows are shaped…

He doesn’t decide that you’re beautiful. He decides that this is the face of someone he loves

It hits him like a truck—just a random thought out of nowhere:

This is the face of someone I love.

And while he’s taken aback at first, with a reddening face he realizes it’s true

He does love you!! All that you’ve been through together really meant something to him

He looks away bashfully, grumbling something when you ask if something’s up

Get ready for the long game…. This man will never confess

He’ll curse himself for even insinuating any feelings for you, so you’ll be left in the dark unless you’re REALLY good at picking up accidental gestures

“Ticci” Toby

He’d be so oblivious to his own feelings

He’d act super affectionate towards you, but only because he acts on impulse

He never stops to wonder why he gets the impulse to hug you or pinch you or say something not-so-mean (even NICE?! 🤯) when he’s around you

He doesn’t even notice that he only gets those impulses for you

So you’ll probably figure it out before him

And it’s only when you start to return that affection that he really starts to question

But again. He is SO OBLIVIOUS

It takes him a very long time to figure it out… you honestly might just have to spell it out for him

He can’t even take hints

I think that when he finally does figure it out, it’s a fleeting thought that catches for some reason

Like, he’s just daydreaming or something and suddenly he’s dreaming of dating you

And he thinks: hey, that wouldn’t be so bad. But it’s not like I like them like that. Wait…. Do I?

And then he’s just. Floored. Because HOW DID HE MISS IT FOR THAT LONG

Literally grips his hair like “WHAT!!!!”

Immediately runs to go yell at you tell you that he loves you

And you’re just like “oh I know. But thanks for finally confessing! <3”

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my sweet duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

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[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! OOOHHH imagine another man getting touchy with the wife during soccer practice, and Miguel beats the living shit out of him lmao

👀👀

Miguel wasn't a violent man, but lately the subject before him was tearing his calm strings almost on purpose. You remained curt and polite towards him, avoiding as much small talk as possible with him, even made sure to show him that no man could actually compete against Miguel.

"Just ignore him" You had said to an apparently calm and serene Miguel that kept giving cold and warning glances at him.

The kids were away, doing a small routine and pre-work out before actually starting the game. Some of the parents took a turn into bringing the kids foods and snacks for later. It was your turn. You were unpacking the beverages in the cooler as Miguel was setting up the table with some lunchables and other baked goods you had prepared. Benjamin was spending a day with Peter and Mayday.

"I'll get the ice." The Parking lot was a few meters away from the field, away from the parents. You took the car's keys and walked over the trunk to get a few packages of ice.

"You need help?" The too familiar and raspy voice made you flinch in uncomfortableness.

"No, Thanks." Your voice was firm, the man, your allegedly fan, was a relative of Victor's dad. A cousin of the sorts. Despite having the previous clash, you somehow had worked it out just for the sake of Gabriela and the team. Still, you all kept your distance from each other to avoid any unnecessary interaction. Until, Alonzo, your fan approached.

"Ah, c'mon preciosa, those bags look heavy."

"Not your business anyways. Kindly, go away, you're making me uncomfortable."

Alonzo held his hands in defense, but your anger made one of the bags to slip and fall from your hands. Alonzo took the bag and touched your shoulder firmly

"Don't you fucking touch me! " You seethed loud enough as you flinched.

"Ay, corazón. You should be grateful that I'm helping you here. Look at the mess you're-"

A loud smack connected to his jaw, doubling him in pain as he stumbled on his feet. Alonzo struggled to keep on his feet as he fell on the floor.

"Como vuelvas a tocar a mi esposa, te rompo más que la puta cara, cabrón!" (If you ever touch my wife again, I'll not only fuck up your fucking face, dipshit.)

He growled as your eyes widened in shock. Some parents had witnessed the whole thing, some approached, Victor's dad included.

The kids were still in their practice, oblivious to the small fight that had broke out.

Alonzo was taken out of the field as Victor's dsd apologized, shame in his face. Alonzo still had the guts to actually threaten Miguel between broken mumbles.

The once familiar ambience dissipated, leaving a tense and awkward energy to linger. It had also been a shock to you, it was the first time in actually seeing Miguel so angry that he went physical on someone.

You remained quiet as you patched his swollen knuckles.

"You ok?" Despite him being the injured one, he asked for your well-being.

"Yeah. just... Let's forget it." your tone meek, as you gently applied ice on his hand.

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[rainylana]

“Yup, that’s my wife.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: this is a part two of “i think i’m in love.” i wasn’t even going to make another part but you guys all demanded it lmao.

for those who wanted tagged<3

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warnings: omg this is so fluffy i can’t. some language, eddie and dustin being chaotic as hell. it’s just so cute lmao. i know nothing of dnd so that’s a warning all by itself.

a/n: honestly should i just make this a series?? i think i could figure out a way to continue to build it. idk, let me know! Also, my requests are open! send me something!

update! i did make this a series lol, part three is here

“She’s coming right?”

“What time did you tell her?”

“You think we should clean up a bit? It’s a shithole in here.”

“Fuck, she’s gonna hate it. I know it. Not even married yet and we’ve gotten divorced.”

The hellfire club was in shambles, running and zooming around the school basement preparing for your big arrival. Eddie’s heart raced as the clock ticked on, his fingers twitching at his sides to see you again. You’d left a sweet taste in his mouth all day long, his mind could not leave your gentle, smiling face. He knew he was falling head over heals, but could you blame him? He wasn’t used to any woman being interested in what he said, nor did they ever want to hang out with him. This was new, and he was going insane.

“Jesus, why am I dusting!” Mike coughed. “I don’t think she’s gonna care if there’s dust, Eddie. I mean, you’ve got Gareth and Jeff sweeping!”

“Shut up, Wheeler,” Eddie snapped his fingers, standing on the dnd table as he tampered with the light fixture. “We needed to clean up anyways, this just gave us an excuse.”

“I picked her some flowers!” Dustin smiled tooth-fully, bringing some wild flowers out of his back back.

“What! No!” Eddie jumped off the table, his feet smacking against the floor. “She’s mine, Henderson. I saw her first.”

“Technically, I did.” Mike crossed his arms, earning a synchronized ‘shut up’.

“Give me those!”

“Fuck no! Go pick some yourself, I think I saw some grass outside-”

Your knock sounded loudly throughout the room, causing flinches and everyone to shut the hell up. Dustin hurriedly placed the flowers on the table behind him, stepping forward to open the door, but he was snatched back by the collar as Eddie yanked him backwards.

“Mine, Henderson.” He whispered, giving the freshman a death glare. He fixed his hair anxiously, straightening his wrinkled shirt as he looked about the room. “Look presentable.” He ordered, and they blindly straightened their posture.

He took a deep breath, begging a god he didn’t believe in to get him through the night. He opened the door, his face melting into a smirk at the sight of you. “Looks like Barbie showed.” He said over his shoulder, and you giggled under his stare.

“Think I wasn’t going to show?” You asked, making your way into the room as he shut the door behind you.

“Don’t take it personally, kiddo,” He took your arm in his to give you the grand tour, and you blushed awkwardly with a sly grin. “You just keep blowing our minds every chance you get. Anyways! You remember Dustin.” He gestured with his other hand, smirking a villainous glare at the boy as he held your arm.

“Yes, hi! How are you?” You smiled, tilting your head.

“Hey, uh,” He cleared his throat, reaching behind him to grab the flowers. Eddie’s eyes went wide. “I actually picked-”

“I picked these for you.” Eddie snatched the flowers out of his hand, petals dropping to the floor. “Here. Hope you like- well, whatever these are.”

You chuckled at their interaction, observing the messy picked flowers in hand. “Thank you.” You looked to both of them, dropping Eddie’s arm as you turned around. “So this is the game?” Your eyes danced amongst the pieces, your hands ghosting over the dice and other figures.

Perhaps you were crazy, showing up for some supposed “demon summoning” board game with a bunch of people you didn’t know. But what did you have to loose? Besides, it had been many years since you felt comfortable with a group like this. Besides, you felt more at home with the outcasts than with anyone else. They were obviously flirty, you knew that from the get-go, but they were harmless. And you liked Eddie. He was handsome and funny, had a charismatic energy about him that made you feel welcomed. You didn’t feel that often.

Your presence stuck out in the room, and while you were focused on the game pieces, everyone was staring at you, their mouths hanging open as you brought the 20 sided dice up to your eyes. Eddie nearly fainted at the sight. Never once, had a girl touched those pieces. Never once, had a girl played dnd with him before. Oddly enough, it felt like a date to him.

You had on skinny jeans, a baby pink, long sleeve shirt that clung your body. Your hair was let loose, curls flowing down your back with a pink bow, resting on the back of your head. You had on little pearl earrings, a singular silver ring that had your birthstone on it. Emerald. August. Your white converse were spick and span clean, unlike everyone else’s.

“Is this the-” You went to ask again, but froze when you seen everyone’s eyes on you. You clamped your mouth shut, looking at Eddie awkwardly.

“Sorry,” Eddie scratched the back of his head. “Here, we should- let’s get started then!” He announced, embarrassed that he was caught staring.

“Hey,” Dustin poked your shoulder, whispering quietly as everyone got in their seats. “You can sit by me if you want.”

“Actually, Henderson,” Eddie nearly shouted over his sheep, standing at the head of the table. “She’s sitting on the throne tonight.” He smiled widely, his teeth reflecting off the light as he patted the throne, scooting out the chair.

Everyone gasped at the sight. No one sat in that chair besides him.

He took your hand to help you into the seat, quickly looking over your delicate ring. His looked a lot bigger. It was weird for everyone to see Eddie sitting beside you, in just a regular chair, but you, however, looked spectacular.

“Wow,” You giggled, stretching your hands out in front of you. “All I need is a crown.”

They chorused your laughter like obedient followers. You were the ruler now. Eddie’s little dungeon master in training. “So,” You looked to him. “Let’s play.”

His lips curled into a slow smirk. Yeah, he was definitely in love.

•

You were there for almost five hours, and sleep deprivation creeped in, though you didn’t care. Dungeons and Dragons was the coolest game you’d played since twister, and that was years ago. You had gotten so into it, and everyone cheered you on as you got your feet wet into the game.

It was hard to learn at first, but they walked you through every step and made sure you understood everything. Eddie practically held your hand throughout the entire game, like a parent worried their toddler wouldn’t survive without their grip. It shocked him how easily you were able to catch on, and even though you made a mistake here and there, or mispronounced something, he wouldn’t correct you.

It had gotten to the point where you were subconsciously flirting with him, though you weren’t even really aware of it. He just made you so comfortable, and for once in your life, you didn’t feel the need to fake having a good time. Your life was hard, harder than others, sometimes. You felt guilty for thinking that, because you knew you were lucky to have the family you did. Still, even with the family you had, you felt incredibly lonely. Tonight you didn’t though.

“Do you have a way to get home?” Eddie glanced up, finishing putting away the game pieces. Everyone had pretty much left, besides you two. You insisted on staying and helping clean up, so that meant that he was going to stay. Dustin didn’t even try to get a word in, it was obvious Eddie wasn’t going to budge. He politely said goodbye, awkwardly patting your shoulder and sending knives to his buddy. Or, ex buddy.

“I drove.” You smiled, pushing in chairs. “I don’t live very far away.”

He nodded, mouth opening and closing as he thought about what to say. “Are you- well, you plan on sitting with us tomorrow?”

“Oh,” You gulped, blushing. “I’d like to, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rushed, messing with his hair. “I like you. I mean, we like you. The kids and I. You’re pretty. Fun, you’re pretty fun!” He rambled, turning as he shoved the game box into a drawer.

You kept in your laugh, lips pursing together. “Okay.” You nodded, brushing off your hands. “Cool.”

You looked around for anymore trash, hoping to stay longer. “I guess I should go.” You grabbed your back, slinging it over your shoulder.

“Okay.” He walked over to the door, opening it for you. You stopped in front of him, and he smiled awkwardly. “Thank you for tonight.” You said genuinely, ignoring the urge to smile like an idiot. “I mean it, I had a lot of fun. You think I could play again sometime?”

His heart leaped, eyes growing into heart shapes like a damn cartoon character. “Yeah! Of course, sure. I’ll even get you a crown for next time.” He chuckled while you did the same.

You didn’t want to leave, and he didn’t want you too, either. You knew you’d die of embarrassment later, but you stepped closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders in an awkward, yet sweet hug.

“Oh,” He muttered softly, stiffening at the contact. He brought up a hand to pat your back, pursing his lips.

You pulled away and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Goodnight.” He smiled, closing the door behind you. He listened to the sound of your shoes until he couldn’t anymore, and he sighed loudly and dramatically.

“Yup, that’s my wife.”

#stranger things season four #eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader

[s-coquette]

thinking about @charliemwrites mean ghost!!

charlie is literally one of my favourite writers on here, any thought™️ that crosses their mind makes me get brain worms. this is my first time writing anything like this so i hope it isn’t a complete disaster :,)

Johnny gets sent out on deployment without Simon for a couple weeks. This mission needing his demolitions expertise more than anything else. Leaving poor you to face Simon’s wrath alone.

While Johnny is home it’s easy to avoid him. Just hunker down next to the Scotsman and deal with his clingy and annoying self, anything but having to interact with the mammoth of a man.

He’d barely glance at you at first, leaving you to Johnnys care, having him bathe you, dress you, hold you, basically a small child with its new favourite doll.

You thought that the piercing gazes he sent you with his honey brown eyes were an indication of how much he hated you. Maybe you were getting too much of his boys attention? Were you hogging him? Were you acting out in some way that you hadn’t noticed? All of this made you extremely nervous to be in Simon’s presence, hearing him breathe next to you sent shivers down your spine.

The air was tense around you, the giant man in front of you made you feel like he was taking up all of the oxygen in the room. Casting a shadow over you from where he stood, a foot away.

“What’re you lookin’ at?”

The loud drawl of his Manchester accent and raw voice made your chest shake. You snapped your eyes back at him, realising you spaced out in fear. His arm, which was probably wider than your head, reached out behind you.

“Wh-“

A dawn of realisation fell on you when you heard a glass clink behind your head. You were standing there like an idiot while he was trying to grab a mug.

“I’m sorry-“

You slinked back to the other end of the kitchen, your pop tarts left on the counter next to him. It felt like poking the bear to even try to reach for them.

Simon’s eyebrow quirked in response, like he was waiting for something as you stared at him leaning against the marble countertops.

“I’m- I’m sorry, sir.”

You think you saw his lips curl up under the simple black balaclava when he heard the loud panicked inhale from you, in the addition of your eyes stinging with tears.

His eyes fell down to the opened bag of sweets you left on the counter, which you were munching on without even heating up. His sight then fell on you, chewing on your lip in fear while staring at the same thing.

“Y’want this?”

His calloused big fingers reached around and grabbed the pop tarts, throwing them up in the air unceremoniously and showing them off to you, like a forbidden fruit.

“N-Nevermind, I’m not hungry anymore-“

You tried to hurry out before his loud booming voice interrupted you.

“Hold on, you’re not goin’ anywhere.”

You freeze, slowing turning on your heels and staring at him.

“C’mere, kitty.”

You gulp and stare at him, his piercing stare making your hands shake.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

His voice now cold, eyes narrowing. That was the only sign you needed to spring to action. Almost throwing yourself across the island, you stood in front of him again. The situation somehow even tenser than before.

“Now be a good kitty and meow for me, then you’ll get your treat.”

You could hear the smug smirk in his voice without even having to see it. A cold sweat washed over you as you thought about what to do to escape this situation.

“I’m listening.”

His tone warning again.

“meow..”

The little peep that left you seemed to give him great entertainment as you watched his eyes crinkles like he was grinning.

“I ought to teach you some manners since the mutt clearly can’t.”

You frowned at what he meant by ‘teach’, not even wanting to imagine it.

Your endless thoughts were interrupted by getting smacked in the chest with your unfinished bag of pop tarts, scrambling to grab at them before they fell on the floor.

“Now scram.”

And you did just that.

#s writes 🎀 #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #cod mw2

[mochimooon]

Break Me Off - gojo satoru x reader 18+

pairing: Gojo Satoru x afab! Reader summary: While staying over Suguru's, you're fine sleeping on the couch for the night. But Satoru swears that the couch is too uncomfortable, resolving (insisting) to the only solution: sharing an air mattress with him. word count: 4k+ notes: First time writing the one bed trope and writing Gojo 😳 warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), teasing, edging, face sitting, doggy-style, missionary, some fluff, no real plot, abuse of air mattress MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

The air mattress swallows the large rug beneath it, rising a few centimeters shy of the sectional couch. 

Padding across the floor, you pause to survey the size of the mattress. 

“I didn’t know those could get that big.” You scratch at the back of your neck. You were fine settling on the couch or piling pillows on the rug for the night, until Suguru suggested to Satoru that he should set up an air mattress. 

Satoru seals the hole at the corner, giving it a trial push with the tip of his finger. “All inflated.” He sounds pleased with himself. 

You watch him rise to his feet, skirting around it to grab the duvet Suguru had left on the table, while you avoid it like a puddle of water. 

The duvet falls onto the mattress with a silent thud, followed by a few pillows that Satoru snatches from the couch. He gets to work arranging them on one side of the mattress, crawling onto it with his knees. Satisfied, he sprawls onto his back about to slip under the blanket when he notices you standing nearby. 

He raises a brow, eyes shifting between you and the empty space on the mattress. “Do you want that side or…?”

A frown forms on your face. “I was going to take the couch.” 

Satoru blinks, shooting a look at the sectional. “The mattress is big enough for the both of us. That’s why I inflated it.” He gestures to the extra space. “Plenty of room to stretch out.”

Sure, he’s not wrong. The mattress is easily a king size, fitting within the space in front of the couch. You didn’t understand why Suguru had one so big, but you thought it was for Satoru not for the both of you. 

Taking a step on the mattress, you wince as the weight of your foot wobbles against the unsteady surface. For better measure, you drop to your knees to crawl towards the couch.

“I’m good, I’ll stick with the couch.” You throw over your shoulder.

Satoru snorts his disbelief, and you pause to turn, affronted. He must think you’re joking. 

“That couch will kill your back,” he says. “Been there, done that, and you’d regret it.” He taps the space next to him. “Take that side of the mattress. A bed is more comfortable than the couch.”

Again, he’s right. However, you hesitate to believe that a blow-up bed is the same as one with coils or foam. But that’s not the cause of your hesitation. 

Satoru’s back to arranging the blanket, patting his pillow for more volume, giving you a chance to glimpse at his bare arms and strong hands. Each sharp smack of the pillow makes you weak; you restrain the urge to flinch each time. 

You bite your lip. This is going to be a long night for you. 

Without arguing further, you reach for the extra pillow on the couch. Not wanting to jostle the mattress, you stretch your arm, fingers ghosting the sides of the pillow, unaware that your shirt has ridden up your stomach. 

Meanwhile, as Satoru angles his body to lay down, his blue eyes get distracted with the length of your sweat shorts. Already short to begin with, a dusting of pink spreads across his cheeks, zeroing in on the curve of your ass that is scantily covered.

It takes him a moment before he realizes your struggle to get the pillow. 

You catch yourself on the mattress when the pillow is snatched from reach. You blink, face to face with Satoru, extending a hand for the pillow. “Um…thanks.”

Satoru pulls it away, holding it in his grasp like bait as his eyes darken, setting your ears aflame. 

The pillow plops back onto the couch while the mattress dips at the center as Satoru lunges at you. 

You’re pinned to the surface, pulse going mad, watching Satoru loom over your body. He eclipses the light overhead, casting the back of his head in a faint halo, a stark contrast to his devilish smirk

The stare-down ticks away at an agonizing pace, you don’t realize you’re holding your breath until Satoru leans closer, blue gaze dripping down to your lips.

There’s no telling who breaks the tension first, together bridging the gap, lips connect in a fiery kiss. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows for leverage, desperate to deepen the kiss. Though there’s no need. Satoru takes the back of your head to keep you in place while his other arm wobbles along the mattress to anchor your combined weights. 

The contact is nowhere near enough. You gasp, allowing Satoru’s tongue to slide along yours, robbing each other’s breaths, making your head spin, and yearning for more. 

Your arm wraps around the back of his neck to reel him closer as though it’s possible. The sudden excursion sends him off balance. His eyes flutter open as he falls to his side.

There’s little respite. Your lips chase after him anyways, cupping his jawline while the other arm rakes along shoulder blades. 

A groan erupts from Satoru’s throat, a small release of pleasure as every drop of his blood travels south, encouraging his hips forward. 

You whimper at the bulge prodding into your center, though you don’t shy away from it, pulling him closer with immense strength that leaves Satoru both stunned and needy. 

Light footsteps putter down the stairs. 

You and Satoru separate as though caught on fire. You climb to the couch, yanking the blanket from Satoru’s feet to cover you up. 

Satoru whirls his sights in your direction with a desperate look. But he rolls to the edge of the mattress upon hearing Suguru’s voice. 

“Found two more blankets.” Suguru plops them on the arm of the sectional. Brown eyes shift between you laying on the couch nonchalantly and Satoru frazzled, red-faced, and hair tousled. “The mattress is more comfortable,” he tells you. 

You shrug, stacking a pillow against the armrest. 

Suguru sighs, shaking his head. “You’ll hurt your back that way.” He narrows his eyes at Satoru. “Were you asleep?”

Satoru swallows, pressing a pillow on his lap to shield his boner. “Uh—what?”

“You look like you were already rolling around in bed.” Suguru points at Satoru’s hair. He turns to you again, raising a brow. “On second thought, stay on the couch. From what Nanami’s told me, Satoru’s a fussy sleeper.”

Satoru huffs, smoothing out his hair. “It’s because he keeps the heat on all night.”

Suguru nods, lips pressed into a tight line, unconvinced. “Right,” he drawls, addressing you. “Pick your poison. A bad back there, or a black eye in the morning. There’s also room in my bed—”

Satoru’s quick to interject. “She’ll stick to the couch.” He clears his throat, an attempt to disguise his frustration in all arenas. “I already offered her a spot. She wants the couch.” He feigns an exaggerated shrug. “Her loss.”

Suguru tilts his head at you. “If…you’re sure?”

You yawn, nodding. “Yep. I prefer to sleep on something hard anyways. The firmer the better.” From the corners of your vision, Satoru’s jaw clenches, and you bite back a grin. 

Suguru raises his arms in surrender. “Alright. If you change your mind, don’t hesitate to come up.” He breathes a laugh at your eye roll. “Extra blankets here. It gets chilly at night. I’m off to bed. Night.”

He gets the lights as he heads upstairs with an echoing click of his door. 

You blow out a long-winded sigh, tucking under the blanket unable to stop another yawn from spilling out. “Night, Gojo.”

He snaps to attention with feral haste. A yelp locks in your throat at the hand on your ankle, dragging you off the couch and back on the air mattress.

“Satoru—” you say with a shaky breath. Your shirt has ridden up so high, stopping just below your breasts. 

Cool air kisses the exposed skin, goosebumps blooming with a shiver to be under Satoru. Even in the darkness, his wolfish smirk is a beacon that cannot be ignored. 

He tuts, hand grazing your side. “We’re not finished. We’ve barely started.”

Your lip catches between your teeth. “Well, Suguru said it gets chilly. We better start warming up.”

Satoru’s smirk widens, contradicting your statement with the toss of his shirt. 

The rustle of fabric lands somewhere in the dark. Not that you care, because the second you get a glimpse of Satoru shirtless, you’re in silent awe. 

And of course, Satoru notices, a grin spreading across his face. “Like what you see, huh?”

You feign confusion, channeling your voice into a tease. “See what? It’s dark in here.”

It’s a lie, because even with the lights off, enough moonlight pours in through the windows that you’re able to admire every detail of Satoru’s body. His toned arms and chest, long torso, and ripples of muscle that plunge into a deep V past the waistband of his sweatpants. 

Satoru clicks this tongue, calling your bluff. “Liar.”

You say nothing, only holding his stare, tension passing between your eyes and his.   

In a blink, he falls forward the same time your arms enfold his neck. Like the strike of a match—heat crackles between starved kisses.  

He nips at your bottom lip a few times that your mouth falls open to accept his tongue again, exchanging moans, tickling the sensation building in your stomach. 

“Well, if you can’t see me,” Satoru breathes. “Lucky for you, I can make this a more sensory experience.” He seizes your lips again, deeper and longer this time. 

You moan into his mouth, feeling the curve of his lips against yours. Satoru’s ego may be bloated and ruffle some feathers, but to you it’s something you’ve never been able to resist. A man who’s self-assured, far past the point of arrogance—it’s your biggest weakness. You enjoy yourself a cocky S.O.B. 

Unable to get enough, your fingers comb into Satoru’s hair, nails digging into the scalp, swallowing his pleased hum. 

However, as much as you want to get busy, a concern worms its way to the front of your mind. You push Satoru’s chest gently. With some urging, you’re able to break free.

“Wait—” You turn away, dodging his lips again, pushing against his chest. “Satoru, wait.”

“Huh?” He doesn’t pull away, content with spoiling your jaw with kisses. “What’s the matter, baby?” A kiss to your jawline. “You don’t like this?” Another kiss marks your cheek. “Too gentle?” Fingers wrap around your jaw, this time to kiss your lips. “I can be rough too. Just say the word and—”

“Satoru, time out,” you say in a hushed tone.

Finally (begrudgingly), he relents, peeling away, aghast that you’d have the audacity to stop him.

“Let’s move to the couch,” you whisper. 

“The couch?” Satoru clicks his tongue. “What is it with you and that couch?”

“It’s stable, that’s what,” you say. 

“C’mon, you’re more fun than that. We can’t roll around on a couch. I inflated this thing for us.”

“To sleep on…” 

“Isn’t that what we’re about to do?” he purrs, back to peppering your face with kisses that trail to your neck, leaving shadows of heat to blaze beneath your skin. You release a breathy moan.

“Does my girl like that?” he whispers. “Hm? Does my girl like it when I kiss her here?” He sucks at your pulse, and you supply your answer by driving your nails deeper into his hair, keeping him close. 

He chuckles, moving to your throat, kissing it tenderly. “You still want to sleep on the couch?”

Words tangle together on your tongue, too jumbled to verbalize an answer. 

At your silence, Satoru’s teeth graze the side of your neck, voice dropping to a low rumble. “Yes?” He bites down with enough force that promises to leave a mark, and another whimper leaks from your mouth. “Or no?”

Only a few inches away, the couch is the furthest thing from your mind. You swallow, shaking your head.

That’s not an adequate answer for Satoru. He smirks into your neck, content to tease you more. “No…? No what, baby?”

Satoru’s hand runs up the side of your body, sliding beneath your shirt to cup your breast. 

“Satoru…” you stammer out.  

“Yes…?” he hums, intent on teasing you, lightly pinching your nipple. 

The sensation ripples through you, an electric shock radiating down to your pussy. Not a moment of reprieve is spared as Satoru thumbs your pert nipple with gentle attention, contrasting the sting of teeth on your neck.

It’s all so tantalizing to experience, the gentle ministrations of his hand and the greedy bite of Satoru’s mouth. Your head swims, slowly submerging into a pool of desire, awaiting for the tide to sweep you away.  

Just then, Satoru’s weight is lifted, giving you no room to protest. He tugs the end of your shirt, slipping it off in a whirl of fabric. You fall back on the mattress, bouncing lightly as it moves like the sway of water. 

While you don’t snark at him, you do click your tongue at his brusque nature, which is met with Satoru’s wide grin. 

“I can’t be the only one topless,” he says, dropping unceremoniously to kiss your breast. The force dips the mattress a little before it rises again. “It wouldn’t be fair.”

You snort but welcome the return of his attention, grateful for it as his mouth slots over your nipple, sucking deeply. 

He takes your other breast in his hand, kneading the flesh with more pressure, you toss your head back. Your chest balloons, bending your back in a low arch, small bursts of breath pushing past your lips. 

“You see?” Satoru purrs, sucking harshly. He moans into your breast and lets go. “It wouldn’t be fair to you if you still had your shirt on.” His tongue drags along your nipple. “How can I spoil my girl if she’s not fully naked beneath me?”

You bristle at the pet-name; every time you hear it, pride sprouts in your chest. 

Needy and riled up, you raise a leg to swathe it across Satoru’s lower back. 

He obliges you with a press of his boner against your crotch. Arousal rushes from the friction as Satoru’s hips grind against yours, the mattress sliding back and forth with the momentum. 

Your hips buck up, sighing his name. “Satoru.” 

He hisses, dick twitching. “You’re going to fucking kill me.” Always with the theatrics.

You breathe a laugh. “I might, if you keep me waiting.”

You realize a second later that that was a mistake to say. A wry look unfolds along Satoru’s features, his blue eyes shining with a fiendish glimmer. 

He better not. No—not when you’re already so desperate to be touched. 

But Satoru enjoys a challenge, a game any time it presents itself. A man with his ego never turns down the opportunity to please and tease. 

“Satoru…” Your voice raises a little in warning. “I’ll climb back on that couch—”

“Shhh…” he purrs against your lips. “Suguru’s asleep, remember? Can’t wake him up. You’re a guest in his house, don’t be rude.” He tuts. 

You make a noise of discontent that’s quickly buried under a moan of renewed pleasure. You note that he doesn’t try to silence that. Satoru’s tongue explores your mouth again, slower this time, excruciatingly so. Asshole. 

He presses his bulge against you once more, relishing in your helpless whimper. His pride must be swelling right now. For a man that can be hasty at times, you’re surprised with his patience. 

It’s maddening to think of how he maintains his serenity when he’s rock hard in his sweatpants, dick twitching every so often when he grinds against you.  

You don’t have that sort of restraint, but you also don’t have that sort of ego either. 

Privy to your frustration, Satoru takes the moment to tease with his silver-tongue. “Did you think I’d go fast? Why would I? Now that no one will interrupt us, we’re going to play all night long, baby.”

You pull away, pouting. 

Satoru takes your jaw in his hand to prevent your escape. He lips press into the frown on your forehead and you’re weak to the affection that you can’t stay annoyed. 

As your reward, Satoru’s other hand hooks into the waistband of your sweat shorts. With his eyes on you, he slides them away, along with your panties, jostling the air mattress slightly. Along with your shirt and his, they’re now lost in the dark.  

Goosebumps rise along your skin with renewed anticipation. Not wanting to prolong his teasing, you’re patient (or you try to be).  

“Lay back,” he murmurs, kissing your jaw. He slinks lower, scattering kisses and bites all over your exposed skin. From your neck to your breasts, your ribcage, and your stomach, Satoru’s steadfast in leaving no inch of skin neglected. 

Time flows in slow motion by the time he reaches your hips, your pussy throbs to have him this close. No surprise, Satoru takes some time to give your hips the same attention, and finally he stops, face to pussy. 

A shudder curls down your spine. 

“We finally meet,” he laughs at his own humor.

You bite your tongue, the sexual frustration reaching a fever pitch. 

Satoru leans back on his haunches, wobbling the mattress in the process. 

He pries your legs apart so wide, your inner thighs twitch from the strain. You pay it no mind, rather watching Satoru with a curious look that makes you gush. 

He stares, no—gawks, openly at your pussy, wearing an expression of awe and mischief. Time crawls and the chill of the night settles in the room, but the longer Satoru stares, the warmer you become, hot with frustration. 

You break the silence. “Satoru…” 

Thankfully, your voice pulls him back, just a little. He continues to stare at your wet pussy, dripping and swelling under his scrutiny. You throb to be touched, your own fingers reaching lower to help yourself. 

“Ah-ah,” Satoru finally utters and your hand rests on your stomach. 

You huff. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at your pussy.” He grins, the vulgarity tasting like honey to your ears. He releases your knees, a hand wisping closer. “It’s so pretty.”

A gasp hitches deep into your chest, a storm of ecstasy brewing fast when Satoru’s fingers brush against your pussy lips. 

Slick coats his fingertips. He drags them along your pussy again, swiping at your aching clit and lightly smacks it, making you flinch. “A well-behaved pussy, all wet and ready for me to stretch out.”

Without further preamble, Satoru is merciful, slipping in a finger with ease, and it’s not long when another finger joins it to massage your walls. 

You hum your appreciation, glossy eyes looking up to find Satoru watching you. The blue in his eyes have been mostly swallowed in dark lust, hiding behind a lidded gaze. 

You lick your lips, admiring the sight above, and his smile suggests that he’s enjoying the view beneath him too. 

His thumb swipes your clit a few times, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside of you. They curl and stretch, filling the living room with the sound of your arousal. Your hips thrust up for deeper contact, chasing the path towards bliss. The corners of your vision spark, your pussy clenches around Satoru’s slender fingers, heralding your release. 

Another whine escapes you, one of discontent when Satoru pulls away entirely; the sparks fizzle away and you blink.

The frustration is short-lived, replaced with confusion as he grabs hold of you roughly. 

The room spins, Satoru rolls you both over, the mattress moving like a wave beneath your backs.

You’re brought to your knees, nearly falling forward from the unsteady dip in the mattress. But strong hands from below anchor you in place. 

You catch your breath, gathering your wits, realizing that Satoru has pulled you astride his face. His warm breath against your pussy snares your attention and you meet his eyes for a beat until he seats you on his mouth. 

It’s all tongue you feel, licking with purchase and need, granting you what you’ve been craving.

Satoru’s done teasing, he’s done going slow. He’s done holding back. The pace he’s set ignites every nerve in your body, expressing how he can no longer contain himself anymore. His eyes are trained skywards, keen on watching you fall apart.

Your hand takes hold of his hair for stability, yanking a little tightly, but Satoru doesn’t even flinch, gaze unshaken. You take that chance to grind against his face. 

“Fuck—Satoru—” Your thighs quake, reaching your knees and vibrating the mattress. It dips a little, but Satoru refuses to let up.

“I’m gonna make my girl cum,” he murmurs. “Cum on my mouth, okay, baby?” 

He quickens his pace, like a man devout in worshipping you. You gasp the closer you get, utterly delirious from the stimulation. You roll your hips to meet his pace, and after a few more deliberate swipes of his tongue, you cry out. 

“Satoru—I’m cumming—” It’s all babbling after that. Blood rushes loud in your ears, sparks burst like fireworks in your vision. 

Seconds pass and your hand goes slack in Satoru’s hair. His tongue laps you up languidly, no longer urgent.

You’re breathless and at a loss for words. Blinking a few times, your eyes fall back to Satoru, who has not stopped watching you. There’s a telltale smirk as he licks the last of your juices. 

He’s smug, and he has every right to be. 

You’re careful not to move the mattress too much, lifting a leg to allow Satoru up. You barely get a chance to give him space, pausing to drink in the hungry look that flashes along Satoru’s expression; the only warning you’re given. 

Your back bounces against the mattress as Satoru crawls over you, unbridled desire dripping from his gaze 

He captures your mouth, tongue moving with authority, rekindling the extinguished flame in your stomach. 

He springs off of you, shoving his sweatpants and boxers down to free his cock. You lift your head to get a look at it. 

Flushed red at the tip, dribbling precum, a distinct vein protruding down the base—hard and endowed. 

Saliva pools in your mouth, unable to tear your eyes away from it.

Free of his sweatpants and fully nude, Satoru guides your hand to stroke him. 

It’s so fucking heavy. 

Satoru heaves a deep breath, flashing his teeth. “I told you. You’re going to fucking kill me.” A groan rumbles in his throat, reaching your ears like a growl. You shiver in excitement. 

He leans forward on wobbly arms. The momentary kiss is soft, eclipsed with Satoru’s rough hands flipping you over and bringing you on all fours. Crawling closer, the surface of the mattress tilts, making it hard to stabilize your arms and legs. 

But there’s no need, because Satoru’s behind you, rubbing the tip of his dick against your puffy entrance. 

“Ah…” you gasp, thrusting back on instinct. 

Satoru rubs his hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them. You can feel the weight of his eyes there, stoking that flame inside of you. 

His hands move to grab your hips with bruising pressure. “Ready for me? I’m going to finally stretch this pussy out. Finally…” His voice drops, low and gravelly. “…going to make it mine.”

You peer over your shoulder, eyes begging as they meet Satoru. The tip of his dick spasms at your fluttering pussy, and it’s the answer Satoru seeks. He pushes in. 

Your breath hitches, welcoming the stretch, wincing slightly at the tender pain. It becomes an afterthought as Satoru continues to push past your walls that squeeze around him perfectly like his dick is made for you.

He’s so deep inside when his hips reach your ass, you don’t know where either of you starts or ends. You bask in his fullness. It’s heavenly. 

Satoru releases a shuddering breath, taking a moment like yourself to savor your warmth before he pulls back slowly and thrusts back inside with a force that has you almost stumble forward. 

He fucks into you, eager and quick, skin clapping against skin. 

“Fuck, fuck—fuck!” Satoru chants, along with your name—debauched and desperate, a psalm to your ears. “You’re fucking incredible! This pussy is fucking tight, made for me—” 

The sharp smack to your ass echoes in the dark, jolting you with a wave of pleasure as you yelp in surprise.

Satoru spanks you again two more times, reveling in the whimpers you fail to bite back. 

“Satoru—ah!” Another smack cuts you short. “Suguru—will—”

A sharper one lands and this time you don’t hold back the moan that pours out. It doesn’t stop you however, from reprimanding Satoru for his lack of discretion.

“He’ll hear us.”

“Who?” It falls out breathless, but you hear the snark in his voice, confirmed with another slap. So much for not waking Suguru up.

The mattress dips deeper, deflating slowly. You struggle to stabilize yourself but leave it to Satoru to remain determined as he plows into you from behind. He doesn’t want to stop and suffice to say, neither do you.

But your arms ache and wobble from the unsteady mattress that moves and jostles with every sharp thrust. You doubt you’ll last before either of you get a chance at release. Elbows threaten to collapse, your body dropping forward.��

Strong hands tighten around your hips, keeping you afloat the sinking mattress. 

“I got you, baby,” Satoru rasps. “I’ll make sure this pussy doesn’t escape me.”

You want to laugh at that, but it’s proving to be too difficult to get proper friction with how the mattress slides back and forth atop the rug. 

“The couch, Satoru,” you grunt, turning to look at him. “Fuck me there—”

He breathes a strained laugh, throat tight with pride. “Nuh-uh, beautiful. We’re finishing here.” 

Determined or stubborn, it’s hard to tell where it intersects with Satoru. 

And as the mattress sinks, your hands can practically feel the rug beneath it, Satoru pulls out, flipping you onto your back. 

He’s inside you in seconds, hiking one leg over his shoulder, eyes boring into yours, wearing a cocksure grin. “See? We’re doing fine. I’m going to make you cum again on this mattress.”

You say nothing, ignoring how your combined weights mold into the mattress, hypnotized by everything Satoru; his lewd gaze, his cocky grin, his dick drilling inside of you. You throw your arms around his neck, yanking him down until you’re chest to chest, kissing him deeply. 

He groans, one hand snaking behind your back to bring you closer, plunging himself deeper. His free hand dives at your clit, rubbing and slapping it with vigor that has you gasping into his mouth. 

“Cum for me again, baby,” he says.

You cry out, ecstasy reborn within seconds and firing off every nerve in your body as you cum for the second time that night. 

Satoru grunts behind an affectionate smile. “That’s my girl.” His pace hurries, becoming erratic and sloppy, a foreshadow of his climax. Your leg falls away while you ride out your orgasm, but your arms keep Satoru locked above you. 

He meets your eyes again, and you understand. 

You nod lazily. “Cum inside of me.”

He kisses your forehead, bucking his hips sharply and spills himself inside of you, warmth spreading within your walls, all while Satoru moans your name. 

The night falls into a quiet still, nothing but the sound of labored breaths floating in the living room.

Satoru slides his cock out, soft and spent, but remains on top of you. After a moment, he kisses your cheek, thumbing a strand of hair that clings to your sweaty forehead. 

He looks radiant like this, sweaty, tired, satiated. 

“Didn’t I tell you? The air mattress is way better than the couch.”

You laugh, hearty despite how drowsy you feel. It’s also then that the night’s chill catches up, you bristle. 

Satoru reaches for the discarded blanket, draping it over you both, and collapsing at your side, arms and legs entangled around you, tucking your head under his chin. 

While it’s a relief from the cold, it’s too humid under the cover with Satoru clinging so close. You wriggle for some room, but the man has the nerve to hold you tighter.

“I need to cuddle, or I won’t fall asleep,” he whines. 

“Satoru, you’re like ten feet tall and all limbs—” You’re pressed closer to his chest. 

“Shhh…” Satoru whispers. “Suguru’s sleeping upstairs, remember? We can’t be rude.” You hear the smile in his voice. 

Sighing, you manage to kick your feet free for some ventilation. But it’s not too bad. There’s something comforting about Satoru’s arms around you and you melt into his body, burrowing deeper against him, and the last thing you recall is a goodnight kiss to the crown of your head. 

…

By daybreak, Suguru comes downstairs. 

He grimaces at the clothes strewn on the floor and couch, heaving an annoyed sigh to find you and Satoru still sound asleep on the deflated mattress. 

He knew he heard something last night…

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#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo saturo x you #jjk smut #gojo smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfiction #mochi-writings

[thejacketscloset]

Ghost has a massive soft spot when it comes to kids and really only kids. He feels for them, and it bothers him to no end if he sees a kid being treated unfairly in any way.

Soap assumes that Ghost wouldn't really like kids, or at the very least by uncomfortable or uncertain with them being around, but he's FLOORED by the smack in the face of how wrong he was.

He brings Ghost around to meet his family for one reason or another (fake-dating, """just as friends""", officially dating, whatever floats your boat for the meeting The family trope LMAO), and his whole family is there. He's partially expecting Ghost to bail at the first opportunity that shows itself, and he doesn't blame him seeing all the chaos. Instead, he sees ghost begin interacting with his neices and nephews as soon as all the greetings have been gotten over with, and from what he can tell they all love ghost already.

Soap's sister walks right up beside her dumbfounded brother and gives him a nudge, saying something along the lines of "you just lost your status as the favorite uncle." Soap of course curses her out and shoo's her away, but he isn't really bothered at all by the idea of that. Not when Simon looks so happy telling stories and giving life advice to the kiddos, their faces sparkling with wonder.

When the gathering has quieted down, and people have begun returning to their own homes or wherever they were staying Soap pulls Ghost aside to have a moment with him.

"I never thought you'd be so good with kids L.T., I thought it would be the opposite really." Soap would say, and Ghost would give him a whisful expression before turning away.

"I know I don't seem it, but I was-... I am a family man at heart" Simon would admit, quiet and spoken out into the night, almost as if Soap wasn't supposed to hear the admission.

"It looks good on you Simon." Soap would state simply. "I think I ought to bring you round with my family more often, you're the kid's favorite uncle now after all."

#this sat in my drafts for soooo long but i saw that post abt how much of a family man Ghost was in the comics and #ugh. #i NEEDED to give it some kind of finish #because it was BASICALLY CANON AT THAT POINT #but yeah #ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod #mw2 #ghost would probably be a great dad if he felt like being one 😭😭

[neonghostlights]

Request if you’re taking them for Eddie bear?

You always flirt with the owner of the small record shop downtown town never asking him out always hoping he takes the hint and asks you out. One day you come in and and there’s a toddler identical to the man you’ve been crushing on behind the counter. Eddie would love to ask you out hes just a single dad running his business and he’s not quite sure how you’d fit into his life or if you’d even want to.

Please please cute interaction with reader and mini Ed <3

Hi!! I'm so sorry this took me so long to write and I really really hope you like it!! There's something about Eddie being a dad...

Warnings: just fluffy dad!Eddie owning a record store

Wordcount: 1k

Goose

It was your third time in the record shop this week alone. 

You never thought you would be the type to pine after someone. But here you were, pining away and spending a chunk of your paycheck at this record store every week. 

It was a new store in town and you had stumbled in during your lunch break one day. 

And that’s how you met Eddie. 

He was standing by the counter, trying to arrange a new display. The bell overhead let him know that you had entered and it was like time slowed down when he turned to look at you, proceeding to knock over the display that he had been working on. 

You were crushing hard. 

In your defense, you were sure he was too based on the way he turned pink and stuttered in your presence. 

It had been about three months since you met Eddie and you had built up a nice little friendship. You would stop by almost everyday to see him, either during lunch or after work. You two would sit and chat about whatever was on your mind or about the interesting customers he would have come in during the day. 

Eddie was funny, really funny. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so hard. 

You had been dropping hints about how you felt for him left and right but he wasn’t biting. Honestly, it was a little hit to the ego. 

You wondered if he even liked you at all but he seemed so genuinely happy to see you every time you stopped by. He’s even told you that he’s missed you when you don’t make it in one day. 

You might have been slightly delusional. You wondered sometimes if he only liked you as a customer. That’s why after today you were going to stop coming to the shop so often. 

Eddie wasn’t at the counter when you walked in and based on the shuffling noises in the back he was working on something. 

You wandered through some of the rows, seeing if anything new came in that you hadn’t gotten your hands on yet when you felt something brush up against your leg. 

You jumped back with a yelp, hand smacking a stack of cassettes and making them fall onto the carpeted floor. 

“Uh oh,” a little boy with curly hair said with a frown as he eyed the mess. 

He had to be about five or six and was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and light up shoes. You knew the shoes lit up  because he stomped his foot on the ground a few times, and then pointed at the flashing lights to make sure you saw them. 

“Oh, it’s okay,” you said as you leaned down to collect the tapes and stack them back where they went. 

“I’m Gus!” The little boy announced, pointing to himself with a big grin. 

“Hi, Gus. Is your mommy or daddy around here?” You asked as you crouched in front of him to get on his level. You hadn’t seen anyone else when you walked into the store. You’d hate to think that he had wandered in on his own. 

“My daddy is working,” Gus said with a pout. 

It clicked then who this little boy was when he looked up at you with big brown eyes that looked like they had come right from Eddie’s face. 

You felt a little hurt at first. Yeah, you hadn’t known Eddie for that long. But it had been a few months and you considered you and Eddie to be friends at this point. Friends tell their friends that they have kids. 

Maybe you had read too much into you and Eddie’s relationship. Maybe he had only thought of you as a customer and that was it. Just someone he flirted with so you would spend too much money.  

“Where’d you go?! Goose?” You heard Eddie’s frantic voice calling through the store. 

“I’m right here!” Gus said, lifting both arms into the air and jumping a few times. 

Eddie followed the sound of his voice to the aisle you were in. He froze, wide eyed at the end of the row when he spotted you with his son. The resemblance between the two of them was uncanny now that they were both in front of you. 

“Gus, I told you to stay in the back and color,” Eddie reprimanded his son with a hand on his hip. 

“I’m helping the customer, daddy,” Gus said back with a large amount of sas and a hand on his hip. 

You watched as Eddie covered a smile with his hand. 

“I’ll take care of her, bud. Why don’t you go back in the back?” Eddie offered. 

Gus huffed out a sigh and stomped all the way to the back, putting in extra effort to make sure his shoes lit up with every step he took. You got the impression that Gus liked to think he was the boss around these parts. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable little mini-Eddie. 

Eddie caught your giggle and he looked at you with an embarrassed look. He strolled closer to you, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“I’m sorry. Schools closed today and my uncle couldn’t watch him because he picked up a shift and-”

“Why didn’t you mention that you were a dad?” You asked, cutting him off from his rambling. 

Eddie took a deep breath. “I didn’t think you would be interested in a dad.” 

“Are you kidding? Eddie, that makes you even hotter!” You exclaimed in disbelief. 

“Wait. Really? I didn’t think you would be into that. My life is kind of complicated,” he came even closer, placing a hand on the shelf beside your head. 

“Whose life isn’t a little complicated?” You bit your lip as you looked up at him. 

“And I wasn’t even sure if you were really into me,” Eddie admitted with a shake of his head. 

“Eddie,” you said leaning a little closer and looking into his eyes, “why do you think I come here so often?” 

“To buy music?”

You shook your head in a way to say duh. 

“In that case, do you think you’d like to go out sometime with this very tired dad that is trying to run a record store?” Eddie asked, getting a little shy. 

“I’d love to.”

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[lunarw0rks]

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PRICE

『 Price never has you on your knees.

Not kneeling on the wood floor, instead, on your hands and knees on the soft bed. His last wish is for you to be straining yourself, especially at the expense of pleasuring him. Wrapping your lips around his cock, short, sloppy bobs of your head echo through the bedroom.

John can't resist touching you, squeezing the flesh of your rear, whispering praises while your throat allows as much of him as possible. 』

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『 You and Price sneaking off to the bathroom.

Going out to dinner with John and his colleagues, bored with mindless chatter and military talk that you don't understand. Finding yourself bent over the fancy vanity of the restaurant washroom, surely fraying the fabric of your evening wear.

Price holding back, not daring to go too mean of a pace, otherwise, everyone will hear. 』

SIMON

『 Using you and Simon's new kitchen for the first time.

New homeowners, determined to get good use of the new space. You were supposed to be unpacking utensils but ended the afternoon leaning over the unused dining table. Simon's fingers in your hair, bullying his cock into you — as he wants it to be your first memory in the home he bought you.

The best part of not living in a flat? No more holding back your moans. 』

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『 The best way to keep Simon busy.

No more fidgeting while he stares off into space, he needs to do something, and it's you. Being directed to climb atop his face, grind your slick cunt along his tongue until you reach a sweet finish. And him, unable to resist palming and stroking himself through his jeans — the denim clinging to his aching length.

You're using his talents in the best way. 』

SOAP

『 Simple, shared pleasure with Soap.

Using one another's hands to dissolve into pleasure. Johnny's fingers swirl around your soaked entrance, swiping along your puffy clit and matching your hand's rhythm. You squirm against the mattress, allowing the pleasure to further the speed of your fist. Pumping his cock with one hand, clenching the sheets with your other. Getting each other off, Soap yearning for the cunt he's teasing to be twitching around the cock you're caressing.

Your soft hands are no match for his calloused ones. You simply do it better. 』

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

『 You and Soap celebrating his new rank.

He's been promoted to 'Captain Mactavish'; both exhilarating and ego-boosting for his career. Soap's newfound authority gives him an alluring roughness — a scarred, buff body capable of doing so much to you. Congratulating him by letting him use you, exert the frustrations of leadership into your cunt.

Supporting your husband and his stressful career, in your own way. 』

GAZ

『 Gaz is all about the little things.

His smooth lips wrapped around the mounds of your breasts, suckling and kissing the sensitive nipple. Kyle is practically worshiping your chest, without any expectation of the same treatment on his own body. All before the thought of pleasuring you has crossed his mind.

A little appreciation goes a long way. And speaks volumes, even when his mouth is occupied. 』

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

『 As usual, Gaz driving you mad.

From binging your favorite show to laying across his lap and writhing, yearning for his long fingers to fill you up. Instead, it's blissful torture; those fingers playing with your clit in a zig-zag motion, Kyle giving your heat light smacks as a way to further the tease. Whatever pixels displayed on the screen become an afterthought.

Gripping onto his arm, praying that your desperate squeezes will be enough to convince him. 』

ALEJANDRO

『 Alejandro never asks to switch positions.

Why not combine his two talents: agility and surprise? Rocking your hips on his cock, chest to chest. His mouth curved into a sneer as you're on the brink of coming undone; gushing around his length with shaky legs — just like he'd relished many times. Instead, he waited until your moans turned into whimpers, flipping the two of you until you lay flat. Your mind is dazed from the sudden change, but so quickly overcome with release.

The new position allows him to pound into you, using all the stamina he gathered from watching you bounce. 』

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『 Office visits with Alejandro.

Privacy is among his many privileges on base. His large desk, the organized files, his tall bookshelves — and the seclusion of a Colonel's office. Usually, Alejandro is too occupied for any nonsense, even when you visit. You surely caught him on a good day, which was a rarity when surrounded by the chaos of Las Almas.

Against the tower of books that resembled a library; but no silence was necessary. 』

RUDY

『 Rudy ensuring your pleasure, first, second, and last.

His mouth's favorite taste, and his ears' favorite sound. Your thighs hooked around his head, heat grinding against his face at the same pace of his masterly tongue. Roaming in a circle around your trembling bundle of nerves, kissing along your sticky lower lips. You tangle your fingers in his dark locks, every rock of his head sending the tip of his nose into your clit.

One of the many ways of keeping you satisfied. 』

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『 Morning sex with Rudy.

Shivering from the fan that's been rotating all night, but too occupied with each other to power it off. Or for Rudy to take his eyes off your nude body. Without blankets, every bit of you is in view, savoring one another's warmth, chest to chest as you practically tie tongues. He wouldn't have it any other way.

The perfect send-off before he's forced to get ready. If he can let go of you at all. 』

KÖNIG

『 The mere size of König.

He adores the size difference; the power of his abnormal height, as well as the obvious gift to come with it. Your body folded against the white sheets, his swollen, girthy length barely fitting into your soaked heat. König goes slow until he can't hold back — increasing his pace to hear the irresistible moans spilling from your lips, overwhelmed by his size filling you to the brim.

Half of his length, and you're stuffed full. König's already imagining the day you can take all of him. 』

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『 Your quickies with König.

It's no secret that he's busy; busier than the average busy person. Sometimes, quick releases are all that's left with him. Either way, you're left shaking, and the release is as sweet as ever. Hovering behind you, quick ruts into your heat until you get off, washing away the stress of everyday.

Unfortunately for König, his stress never leaves. Fortunate for you, that means more quickies. 』

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[thepeonysbackup]

Mind!Swapped!Husk, who.....

Pairing: Husk x Fem!Reader

Tags: MDNI, Hazbin Hotel character, sexual experiencs, explicit descriptions, all characters are of age.

Request: Yes/No

Scenarios I may make a fic of if anyone wants it to be real!

Mind!Swapped Husk who groans when he wakes up in your bedding, the confusion of your sweet scent wafting around him before he rolled over in surprise as he hears his own voice scream at the top of its lungs from the next floor up.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who initially didn't care that your mind had been put into his body until he saw you letting Angel and Charlie scratch his ears, letting them tug his tail and call him cute.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who folds his hands over his chest and becomes annoyed by how your breast are in the way, squished upward as if he's trying to gain attention when he tells them to stop before they figured out what was going on.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who refuses to change clothes at first until you scold him for hygienic purposes, poking his own claw at your chest before forcing him to go to your room.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who's body is sensitive to the touch, who writhes in place when he tries to sit down comfortably, who tears your skirt so he can spread his legs comfortably. Who lays in his bed and allows his hands to wander across the frail skin of your bosom, wincing as the touch makes him jolt everytime in pleasure.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who gives in when you offer to clean him up, who nervously steps into your bathroom and covers the mirror with a blanket so he can get your body undressed. Who tells you to turn around even though it's your body.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who blushes like a school girl when you usher him into the shower, who smacks you as a woman would if they were being peeped at, who presses himself against the shower wall nervously as you enter, his body's wings fluttering as you turn on the water.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who covers your body from his own gaze, staring at the wall while you used your bright pink loaf to take care of yourself, babbling away about how he'd kept you in such pristine condition.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who gets pinned to the wall by his own body, his fur sticking to his feminine flesh as he allowed your voice to leave yourself, who basked in the blissful feeling of his body's barbed cock scraping his new body's inner walls at a hectic pace.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who begs for more, who babbles like a whore needily while slamming back into himself, you're happy to oblige as you tweak your nipple in his clawed hand, the others grip tight as ever on you hip as the wet sounds echoed off the walls.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who forces the both of you to experience that bliss nightly from now on until the two of you would change back. Who begged needily for you to let him into your room after that first and most wonderful interaction, who nearly broke your door as he pinned himself down.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who wakes up beside you, eyes flickering from your body and back to his own to see that both of you were back to normal. Who leans over your still sleeping figure to stir you awake and take you once again.

Mind!Swapped Husk, who buries his cock to the hilt into your half asleep figure, who draws a shriek of desire from you before properly thanking you with his kiss for your wonderful care, who spends hours inside your sloppy cunt to make sure you know he's grateful. Who breaks your mind as you did his as payback.

#hazbin hotel husk #Hazbin hotel scenarios #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #husk x reader #hazbin hotel husker #husker hazbin hotel #husker x reader #husker #hazbin husker #hazbin #happy hotel #hazbin hotel #keiks creatures of intrigue #keiks works #keiks piece #keiks asks

[topguncortez]

Opposites Attract- J. Seresin

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader word count: 3.7k warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of child birth, top gun things synopsis: how can Hangman, cocky, arrogant Hangman fall in love with a girl who is so different than him and raise a family completely opposite of him. based on these requests:

He must’ve gotten it from his mother. She was a shy person. Usually choosing situations where she didn’t need to talk to anyone new, where she could just smile and nod and look to her husband to do all the talking. His fellow pilots were confused by them: how could loud, obnoxious, bragging, douchebag Lt Jake “Hangman” Seresin, find someone as sweet and quiet as Y/N. It was one of life’s great mysteries. Her very first interaction with the group of Top Gun aviators had them all puzzled on how Hangman had secured her as his wife and hid her from them all.

“Who’s the babe at the bar?” Payback said, eyeing her from across the pool table. Hangman looked at his line of sight and smirked. 

Sauntering over to where one of the pool balls was at, he leaned over, “That” he said, lining up his shot, “Is my wife.” He rammed the cue stick into Payback's gut making him double over in pain. 

“Her? The quiet little thing over there?” Phoenix said, looking at her. Y/N waited patiently for Penny to get around to her, not yelling and trying to catch her attention like the other patrons at the bar, “What did you do? Hypnosis? Stockholm Syndrome?” 

“Why is it so shocking that I'd be married to her?” 

“Cause you’re nothing alike! She’s nice and you’re an ass. She’s pretty and you’re an ass. She’s quiet and you’re-“ 

“An ass?” 

“Precisely,” Phoenix said as Hangman’s wife made her way back over to him. She walked directly to him, her head down not making eye contact with the other pilots. Hangman put his arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss, making her cheeks go red. 

“Penny is busy, i’ll go back up-“ 

“I got it, love,” Hangman said, kissing her again. 

“You sure? Cause I can-“ 

“It’s all good,” Hangman smiled at her. She nodded as he stepped past her, but not before giving her ass a light smack. She all but squealed at his action, turning even redder if that was possible. She turned her head slowly, looking at the eyes of his fellow aviators who were all looking at her. She gave them a shy smile, before turning her head and moving out of the way, and back towards Hangman. 

“There’s no fucking way,” Phoenix muttered. 

Everyone was enthralled with watching Hangman and his wife interact the whole night. It was a completely different side to him than any of his classmates had ever seen. His smile wasn’t a cocky arrogant one, it was bright and full of love as he twirled her around the makeshift dance floor in the Hard Deck. She giggled as he pressed kisses to her neck, singing the words of a song back to her. 

“How did we not know about this?” Rooster said, looking at his enemy. 

“This had to have happened recently,” Coyote said, taking a sip of his beer, “The whole aviator world woulda been talking about it.” 

“Or he never told anyone until now,” Bob said with a shrug causing them all to look at him, “What?” 

“It’s Hangman. He brags about everything. We would’ve known,” Phoenix said. 

“Never know,” Bob said again. 

But Bob was right, as much as Hangman wanted to show her off, and brag about her, he knew that she wouldn’t want that. She was quiet, and kept to herself and that’s what drew him to her. She was the shy girl at the bar in San Diego, his very first duty station, and Hangman knew the second he saw her, she was going to be his. She played hard to get at first, partially because she didn’t really trust him. She had heard the things the other girls around base had said about him. That he was just another pilot with a good smile, only there for a couple weeks before jetting off to the next place. He had a lot to prove, and he would be damned if he left without you by his side. 

So he worked his charm over the three weeks he was there. He managed to break down her walls completely, wooing her the old fashioned way. Hangman proved the chivalry wasn’t dead, as he opened doors for her, always greeted her with a kiss on her hand, bringing her flowers for every date and at random times during the day, texting or calling her goodnight, walking her to the door after dates or waiting in his car to make sure she got all the way in the house and turned her bedroom lamp on to let him know she was safe. 

When those three weeks came to an end, their goodbye was tearful and painful. Y/N stood in the airplane hangar with the rest of the aviator and naval wives, husbands, partners, kids, families, and hugged Hangman (or Jake as he had become to her) as fat tears rolled down her cheeks. He pulled away from the hug, holding her face in his hands and wiping the tears away. 

“Don’t forget about me when you find yourself surrounded by beautiful women overseas.” She said, sniffling. 

“Sweetheart, it would take a whole army and then some to make me forget about you,” Jake said, which made her blush. Any sort of pet name he called her had a red hue climbing up the back of her neck, “Just don’t forget about me.” 

“I could never, would never!” She smiled. Jake looked at her, her soft eyes looking into his. And for some reason, some spell was cast and Jake didn’t hesitate but to lean in and kiss her for the first time. 

That kiss had sealed the deal for both of them. The second Jake had landed back stateside, he went running to her house, finding her out in her garden, dirt and sweat on her face. Jake ran right to her, not having a care in the world, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her. 

“Marry me.” 

“What?” She said, looking at him like he had grown a second head, “Did you hit your head? Is this from the lack of oxygen? I know what they say about that, what is it, g. . . g-loc? Yeah, g-” 

“No, my brain is working just fine, sweetheart,” Jake smiled, “I mean it, marry me.” 

“This isn’t world war two, you aren’t going to-” 

“Y/N.” He cut off your rambling once again, seeing that glint in your eye was enough to get his answer. 

“Yes!” 

It was like a fairy tale come true for the both of them. They didn’t even tell their families when they ran off to city hall, getting married in a whirlwind, partially due to the fact that Jake had been selected for the Top Gun program. He had shared the news with her that morning, and he could hardly register when she told them “well we better go get married then.” And they did exactly that. Jake threw on his khaki uniform, and she dug out a white sundress that had been buried in the back of her closet. Once the papers were signed, Jake drove up the coast, finding a small hideaway he had discovered one night while driving around. 

That night she had given herself to him fully. She had never been touched the way Jake touched her, and he loved it. He was gentle with her, which was unusual for him. He took his time, letting her know every single thing he loved about her. The way her back arched when he kissed a certain spot, the way his name fell like a prayer from her lips, the way she dug her nails into his shoulders, the way she looked like a complete goddess in the backseat of his 1974 monte carlo. Jake held her tightly as her chest heaved up and down, coming down from the bliss. They didn’t mean for it to happen, but they fell asleep in the back of the small car, waking up to the sounds of seagulls above them. 

It was less than a year after they were married that Y/N found out she was pregnant. She was alone, sitting on the bathtub ledge, her head in her hands as she cried. Hangman was out on a mission, something short, and he promised to be home soon. But it didn’t make things any better. She was terrified. They had moved to the middle of nowhere, Lemoore California. The tiny naval base was nice and quiet, but far from the only family Y/N had in the whole state. She was used to being on her own, and being independent. Growing up shy, she had to learn to do things for herself. But raising a whole other human on her own was going to be hard. 

The second Jake came through the door, she told him. He stood there frozen in the doorway, duffle back still in his hand as his brain tried to process what she had just said. It scared her even more seeing his face go blank, but the second his duffle bag hit the floor with a loud bang and he was pulling her into his arms again, she felt relaxed. The two of them had spent all night getting reacquainted with each other, and then laying in bed naked, feeling each other’s bare bodies as they talked about their future child. Jake had promised to do the best he could to be there for every single appointment. 

The day that Alexander Miles Seresin was born, was the second happiest day of Jake’s life. Y/N had handled the past nine months like champ, and Jake had fallen in love with her more and more every day. Seeing her glowing and growing the child had set something off inside of him, something primal. The sex they had while she was pregnant was some of the best sex he had ever had. He could hardly keep his hands off of her. When her water broke, he went into a near panic, forgetting every single thing they had ever talked about. Jake, the cool, calm and collected naval fighter pilot, who had shot down a plane, felt like he was going to pass out watching Y/N deliver their child. He hated seeing her in pain, but the second their son was placed on his chest, he felt nothing but pure love. 

From the day Alex was born, he looked just like his father. Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, naturally sunkissed skin. Jake loved every minute he got to spend at home with his wife and son. It made it harder to have to go on missions. He had missed birthdays, christmases, and big milestones. Y/N did a good job at recording everything and sending it to him so he could watch them out in the middle of the ocean. Y/N would call Jake almost every night, letting him read a bedtime story to Alex, watching over facetime as the little boy would stare intently at her phone screen at his dad. 

“Where dada?” Alex asked one night, his voice thick with sleep. 

“I’m on the ship, buddy,” Hangman said, his voice sounding faraway and sad. 

“The big ship?” Alex asked, his eyes growing wide with excitement. One of Alex’s favorite things was planes, which was a no brainer considering who his dad was. 

“The big ship,” Hangman smiled, “I promise I’ll be home when you wake up.” 

“Okay dada,” Alex said, and curled into his mother. Y/N patted his back and said goodnight to her husband before tucking her son in, “Dada flies planes?” 

“He does buddy,” Y/N said, making sure he was secure in his bed. 

“I fly planes too.” Alex said, clutching onto his stuffed F/A-18 that Hangman had gotten him. 

Alex had just turned three when Hangman got the call that he was needed back at Top Gun. Y/N looked at him, and all but ran to start packing. She had missed San Diego and was looking for any reason to go back and visit. But hearing that Jake would be going back to Top Gun made her nervous. She had all sorts of questions, which he couldn’t answer simply because he didn’t know. What he did know was that he was allowed to bring his family, which was his main concern. So, he packed the three of you up, packing his ford explorer (which he got after much grumbling from Y/N when she got pregnant with Alex) and drove his family the eight hours to San Diego. 

— — — 

The following week, after getting reunited with everyone at the Hard Deck, Jake had come home from training almost every day upset. He would sigh, and flop down on the shitty couch, and watch Alex play with his toy planes in front of him. The training was hard enough as it was but with his counterparts constantly teasing him about his wife that was the total opposite of him, he had had enough. The second Fanboy had seen the polaroid of Y/N tapped to Jake's dash in his plane, the teasing commenced. 

“Why don’t we invite everyone over?” Y/N asked one day softly, as she wiped her hands on her apron, “I would like to meet your friends.” 

“You would?” Jake said, turning to look at you, “But you met them the other night?” 

“More like they just stared at me like I’m some mythical creature,” She giggled. Jake stood up from the couch, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her. 

“You are a goddess and they couldn’t take their eyes off of how perfect you are,” Jake said to her, making her blush and hide her face. He gently grabbed her chin, making her head turn back to him, “Don’t hide that smile from me, gorgeous.” Jake flashed her his perfect, beautiful white smile and then leaned down to kiss her cheek. 

“Daddy!” Alex called. 

“Yes, my man?” Jake said, and picked him up, groaning loudly as he did so. Alex let out a bunch of giggles as Jake held him upside down in his arms, “What did you do today?” 

“Went to the ship!” Alex exclaimed and Jake looked at her confused. 

“We went to the Midway museum.” 

“Babe, if you want to see some real ships and planes, just come in tomorrow.” Jake said, causing her to shrug, “You won’t get in trouble.” 

“Let’s start with dinner first, and then consider sneaking me on to base.” She said, walking back into the kitchen to finish cooking. 

By the time the weekend rolled around, Y/N was a nervous wreck. Everything had to be perfect, this was very important after all. She was meeting Jake’s friends, his coworkers, the best Naval fighter pilots in the US Navy. She woke up around six in the morning to start preparing and cleaning their small rental house. She had vacuumed, scrubbed the floors, and washed the windows, restocked the fridge, bought enough food to feed an army (literally), and hopefully enough beer (though she had seen the way these sailors think and was questioning if she should make another beer run). 

Jake had tried to help Y/N during the day, but she pushed him away, telling him she would let him know when he was needed. Around five in the evening, she had finally asked him to do something, while he was up off the couch running to her beck and call. He had fired up the grill, and started getting things ready to grill as she was getting dressed in a floral sundress. Alex was in navy blue shorts, a white button up and his birks. 

“Do we look okay?” She asked Jake, stepping out into the backyard. She held Alex’s hand and Jake smiled at them. He was wearing almost the same thing as Alex, except he had on a pair of white vans instead. 

“You both look great,” Jake said walking over to you. He picked Alex up, setting him on his hip, “You need to stop stressing.” 

“I want things to be perfect. These are your coworkers and your boss and-” 

“Everything is perfect, they already love you and they just stared at you from afar the other night,” Jake said, taking her hand in his free one, “You are easy to love, which is why I fell for you so fast.” 

“Stop it,” She blushed, and looked down at her feet. The doorbell rang, making her snap her head up. Jake saw the look in her eye, the anxiety of having to meet and talk to strangers. Jake kissed her cheek and set Alex down. 

“I got it, watch the burgers for me, please,” Jake said, and she nodded, as he ran to the front door. 

“Damn Hangman, took you long enough,” Phoenix said as he opened the door, “So how did you get the good shit off base while we are stuck breathing in the scent of black mold?” 

Jake just smirked, letting in Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote, “Sometimes, you gotta know people.” 

Y/N peeked her head to look inside the house to see who was here, when she felt a tug on her dress. She looked down to see her little boy with the same blue eyes as her lover. He too was full of anxiety about having to meet new people, and it was obvious in the way he held on to her leg and tried to hide behind her. Y/N felt her heart break and knelt down to his level. 

“Are you ready to meet some new people?” Y/N asked her son. 

“Are they nice?” Alex whispered. 

Y/N smiled, “The nicest, come on.” Y/N took her son’s hand and walked into the house, which was already full of loud aviators, cracking open beers and having a laugh. But all eyes seemed to fall on her the second she walked through the sliding glass door, the little boy’s hand in hers squeezed her tighter, “Hi.” 

“Hi,” Jake said, and then walked over to them. He picked up Alex, and side by side, they looked like twins, “This is my wife, Y/N, which you guys already know from the other night,” Y/N waved at the group of aviators, who waved back, but their eyes were on the little boy who was burying his head into his father’s neck, “And this is Alex, my son.” 

“You have a kid?” Rooster asked, completely shocked by the news, “Since when?” 

“Since about four years ago, keep up Rooster, shut your jaw you’ll catch flies,” Jake said and Rooster rolled his eyes. 

“Why didn’t you tell any of us this? She must’ve had him when-” 

“When you two were both stationed in Korea,” Y/N said, cutting Phoenix off, “You’re Phoenix, right?” 

“Yeah. . . Hangman, have you told her all about us?” Phoenix said with a smile, “You let me drown in the testosterone fest in Lemoore and didn’t tell me I could’ve had another female to hang out with!” 

She felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders once the initial introduction of the family was over. Everyone fell into natural conversation. The boys gathered around the grill, as Y/N, Phoenix and Halo sat at the table in the backyard. Jake couldn’t get over how beautiful his wife looked in the setting summer sun. The gentle golden hour glow made her look like a goddess, her tan skin literally looked like there were gold flakes in it, her hair looked shiny. He paused for a second as he watched her laugh at something Phoenix said, he noticed her hand, the hand her wedding ring sat on, resting on her stomach. 

“Is she-” Jake asked himself. 

“Yo! You're gonna burn this shit!” Payback yelled, snapping Jake out of his trance. Jake shook his head and turned back to the grill, making note to ask her a question later. 

It brought joy to Y/N’s heart seeing her little shy boy grow comfortable around the group of aviators. He slowly warmed up to them, still clinging to Jake as he cooked the hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill for the group. But the second Bob had rambled off some facts about the toy F-22 raptor in the little boy’s hand, he had made a new best friend. 

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle as Bob and Payback chased Alex around the backyard with toy fighter jets in their hands. Rooster and Hangman seemed to put whatever beef they had aside and were civil to one another. Rooster had easily made friends with the little boy, making him giggle as he walked around the backyard with Alex on his shoulders so his plane could have a proper lift off and landing. 

“It must be hard when he is gone,” Phoenix said, as she helped you clean up from dinner. The guys were now sitting in the backyard by the fire pit, breaking into the bottle of scotch Rooster had once been gifted from Maverick. Alex was fast asleep on Jake’s chest as he rocked him slowly in one of the outdoor rocking chairs. 

“It was when Alex was first born and he had to jet off to Korea. Those six months were hell, it felt like Jake had missed everything,” Y/N said, drying a plate. She paused a second after putting it away, choosing her next words very carefully. She placed a hand on her stomach, taking a deep breath. The small action didn’t go unnoticed by the female aviator, “He won’t tell me about it,” She looked over at Phoenix, who froze, “It means one of two things, he’s not really doing anything, just sitting in classes and it’s boring, or. . . there’s a chance we could lose him.” 

Phoenix sighed and hung her head, looking down at her shoes. She thought to herself a second, closing her eyes. She turned around and leaned against the counter, facing Y/N. Phoenix didn’t have to say anything, Y/N could tell that it was the later option of her statement. Y/N felt tears in her eyes as she looked back into the backyard, seeing Jake’s bright smile as he laughed at some story Fanboy had told. Alex hadn’t even moved an inch, but cuddled deeper into Jake’s chest. Jake bent his head down and placed a kiss on the top of the boy's blonde head of hair.  

Y/N bit her lip and looked at Phoenix, “Make sure he comes home.” 

“I will,” She said to Y/N.

 “Make sure you all, come home,”

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[myosotisa]

Eddie Munson reacting to an unconventional introduction to your shy cat 😺

‖ pre-face: you have been dating for a couple of weeks and he has yet to meet your cat. he knows you have one but has accepted that they will hide whenever he comes over, and doesn't want to push it and force them out of hiding. tonight is the first time he is sleeping over at your place.

‖ Steve's Version

Eddie has made himself more than comfortable in your room -- dressed in a loose t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers, his hair tied back messily, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth as he peeks back into your room because even 3 minutes in the bathroom is too long without you. When you look up from pulling on a pair of socks, he gives you an exaggerated smile with a mouth full of toothpaste just to make you laugh before ducking back into the bathroom.

Once he's all ready for bed, he flops onto it with a dreamy sigh, rolling onto his side and propping his head up on his elbow so he can look at you. That's when you get your idea. Purposely making your voice soft and small, you look at him with pleading eyes. "Hey Eddie?"

He reaches for you, wrapping a long fingered hand around your wrist so he can rub his thumb along your skin to comfort you. "What is it, sweet girl?" And he looks so concerned that you almost feel bad for what you're about to do.

Almost.

"I heard a weird noise under the bed..." You put on your best pout, blinking slow at him as you keep up your act. "Can you check it for me?"

His concerned expression melts into one of sickly sweet adoration. "Scared there's a monster under your bed, sweetheart?" And when you give a small nod, struggling to withhold your smile, he flashes you a bright grin. "Worry not! Your knight in shining armor is here to scare away any and all monsters or demons that might reside in those shadows."

"My hero," you gasp, folding your hands over your chest in a match of his drama.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" He raises a single eyebrow at you before flipping over and twisting his upper half off of the edge of the bed to hang down over it. You have to withhold every urge to smack at his presented ass as you await the coming interaction.

"I don't see anything..." He draws out the word, torso twisting as he makes a show of searching the entire space. Just when you think maybe your cat moved to a different hiding place and all this was for naught, Eddie jumps with a shout -- somehow throwing himself off of the bed and onto the floor on his back with an 'oof!'

Your cackle is immediate, not even checking to see if he's alright as you watch your cat scurry out of the room with Eddie's wild eyes tracking them in fear. Once he realizes what happened, he's scrambling up off the floor and throwing himself on top of you on your bed.

"You fiend! Scheming and conniving," he cries out as you continue laughing, trying to wiggle out of his grasp to no avail until you're completely pinned beneath him on your bed. "How could you do that not only to me, but to your poor, sweet kitty that is already scared enough by me as it is?"

You shift enough to just barely free your arm so you can use the tip of your finger to tap the end of his nose. "Because it was funny."

He huffs a breath of hot air on your face before his own lips part in a toothy grin. "You foul, wretched, beautiful thing. Whatever will I do with you?"

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[proxima-writes]

i can see you (javier peña's version)

pairing: javier peña x dea agent!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ mdni)

word count: 3.4k

summary:

when javier peña takes credit for your lead, you take revenge.

good thing you know javier can't resist a girl in red lipstick.

author's note:

first javier fic, based on taylor swift's "i can see you". if you enjoy, please consider leaving a comment or reblogging! gif by @pedropascalito

content warnings:

explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), dub con - sexual activity under the influence of alcohol, alcohol consumption, no use of y/n, female masturbation, oral sex - male receiving, dirty talk, praise, lots of lipstick kink, pet names, sex while standing, teasing, semi-public sex (file room at work), vaginal fingering, mouth covering. please let me know if i've missed any!

You storm into the office, boots clicking on the linoleum as you make a beeline for Javier’s messy desk. He’s on the phone as you approach, ever present cigarette dangling from his lips as he speaks to whomever is on the other end of the line. You rip the receiver from his hand and slam it into the cradle.

“What the fuck?” Javier snaps, stubbing out his cigarette in an overflowing ashtray. “What if that had been an important call?”

“Fuck you, Peña,” you hiss, planting your hands on his desk with enough force that several papers slip from precarious piles to the floor. “Where the fuck do you get off taking credit for my lead?”

His eyebrows go up, his lips tilting in a condescending smirk that you want to smack right off his face. “That’s what this is about? We’re a team, alacránita. It was our lead.” 

Little scorpion, he calls you, because of your quick temper. He uses it when he wants you riled up, wants you angry at him, because what else is a scorpion to do but fight back when provoked?

“Oh, really? So, you were the one who stayed up ‘til three in the morning reading transcriptions, huh?” You tap your chin. “No, wait. That was me.”

Javier stands, grabbing his gun from the desk and tucking it into the waist of his jeans at his back. The action has his button down shirt stretching right across his chest and your eyes linger on the view. When you meet his gaze again you know you’ve been caught, the insufferable man grinning like a cat that got the canary. 

“Look, do you want to keep arguing or do you want to actually do something with your intel and go catch some narcos?” He asks, breezing by you. You grind your teeth together as you watch him leave.

“If it’s any consolation—“ Steve starts to say, but you cut him off.

“Shut up, Murphy.”

That night after a long day of work and one beer too many you find yourself staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, your thoughts drifting to Javier and his annoying smirk and the stupid way he carries his gun and his dumb aviators and his gorgeous brown eyes and how good he feels between your—

Fuck.

You try not to think about the first time you met Javier Peña. The real first time, not the awkward handshake and forced smile as he introduced himself as Agent Peña. 

The first time, when he sat beside you at a bar and introduced himself as Javi and you thought that it must be a common enough name, there was no way this handsome stranger was your soon-to-be partner. He told you he worked in environmental services and you claimed to be a teacher. He bought you a drink and his eyes never left your mouth as you wrapped your red lips around a beer bottle. 

A couple hours of conversation later, his hand slid to your knee and he looked at you with brown eyes full of fire as his fingers curled into the flesh of your thigh exposed by your skirt. He asked if you wanted to go someplace more quiet and when you said your apartment was across the street, his smile was full of promise.

As your mind replays the memory in vivid detail, you slide your hand beneath the elastic of your panties, hissing as your fingertips graze your sensitive clit. You circle the bundle of nerves slowly as you continue to imagine that night.

You think back to the feel of his hand in yours as you dashed across the street to your apartment building, how he pressed against your back and nipped at your neck as you unlocked your door. He made a comment about the boxes still scattered around your apartment, some joke you can’t remember as desire fizzles through your veins. 

“These pretty red lips,” he said, pulling you close and tracing his thumb along your bottom lip. “Been staring at them all night, wondering how they would look stretched around my cock.”

“I could show you,” you responded, sliding your hands down his chest until your fingers encountered the cold metal of his belt buckle. You unfastened it, pulling the leather loose from his sinfully tight jeans and tossing it to the floor. “If you’d like?”

“Get on your knees,” Javier said as he unbuttoned his fly, working the waist of his jeans down enough to free his hard cock from the denim. You dropped to your knees quickly and his dark laugh echoed through the room. “Stick your tongue out, baby.”

You remember the salty taste of him on your tongue, the way he slowly fed his thick length into your mouth as you gazed up at him from your position at his feet. Your fingers circle your clit faster as you think about how he’d traced your lips where they stretched around his cock with his thumb, gently pushing at the corner of your mouth. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled. You whine at the memory as you inch closer to your release with each swipe of your hand. “Mouth built for sin, isn’t that right?”

You plunge two fingers inside of you with mounting desperation as your mind continues to replay the memory like a movie - the way his dark eyes fixated on the slide of his cock in and out of your mouth, the intoxicating sounds that spilled from his lips, and how he had pulled back from you when he was close to finishing to show you the lipstick stains you’d left behind.

“Dirty fucking girl,” he said, dragging you up from the floor and kissing you breathless. 

It’s the memory of his lips pressed to yours that pushes you over the edge, your cunt pulsing around your fingers as you shatter, biting back Javier’s name as it claws its way up your throat. In the aftermath, staring up at your ceiling, a thought pops into your head.

You know just how to get Javier back for taking credit for your lead.

As a field agent for the DEA, it’s not often you wear more than jeans, a blouse, and a practical pair of boots to work. After all, carrying a sidearm in a dress or running in heels isn’t ideal. 

Today, however, you’re willing to make an exception. With a series of meetings on the calendar this afternoon, the risk of jeopardizing your work for the sake of fashion is, thankfully, slim.

You’ve put on your tightest dress, black polyester hugging your curves and balancing the fine line of work appropriate. The heels you dug out of your closet make your ass look fantastic but the cherry on top of the whole ensemble is the bright red lipstick you slicked on with careful precision.

Steve does a double take as you enter the cluttered office space, your heels clicking on the linoleum. Javier is at his desk, his back turned to you as he speaks to someone on the phone.

“Lookin’, uh, lookin’ good,” Steve says with a cough. “Did I miss a memo or somethin’?”

“Nope,” you reply, your lips popping in emphasis. 

You hear the click of the phone being placed back in its cradle with impressive force. You try to keep your eyes focused on the file you’ve got open on your desk but you can feel Javier’s heated gaze burning over your skin. You glance up, briefly, but it’s enough for you to find his dark gaze and see the tense cut of his jaw as he grinds his teeth together.

Once the meetings start rolling, you don’t have much opportunity to think about Javier, but you know he’s thinking about you. You have fun with the attention, leaning forward to make sure the man can get a good view down your dress, biting the cap of your pen, and licking your lips after each sip of coffee. With each new tease, you notice the way his hand curls into a tight fist on the table or how he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. 

When Messina asks him a question, the usually calm and collected man stutters his response, earning him a raised eyebrow from the woman in charge. You have to bite back a satisfied laugh at his expense, watching as his neck turns a blotchy red in his embarrassment. 

Once the meeting is over, you’re discussing the next plan of action with Steve as you leave the boardroom, Javier trailing behind the two of you. Steve asks Javier a question and a glance over your shoulder earns you the satisfaction of knowing he had been staring at your ass, his head snapping up so fast a flinch of pain flashes across his features as he replies to Steve.

Working through the pile of paperwork on your desk comes with the ever present weight of Javier’s gaze on you from across the room. He fields phone calls most of the morning, cigarette held to his lips as he converses in smooth, rapid fire Spanish that has you pressing your thighs together beneath your desk. 

When he turns away, you grab a stray piece of blank paper and scribble a note before lifting it to your face to press a red kiss mark to the smooth surface. You fold it twice and keep it held tight in your hand as you stand and saunter over to Javier’s desk. 

His dark eyes are fixed to the extra sway in your step as you approach, his grip tightening around the receiver. You set the note on his desk, leaning over just slightly to slide it across the wood towards him. You tap it once before straightening and walking back to your desk to resume your work, watching Javier from the corner of your eye as he unfolds the note.

Stop staring.

Javier crumples the note in his fist in frustration, keeping it pressed to his palm as he frees another cigarette from the pack on his desk. The rush of nicotine in his veins mingles with the white hot lust he’s been trying to beat down ever since he caught sight of you in that tight little dress, and you’ve not been making it easy.

You never make it easy. Ever since walking into work six months ago to a face that shouldn’t have been familiar sitting behind his new partner’s desk, he’s been fighting to remain professional. It doesn’t help that you’re one of the best agents he’s ever worked with - smart, resourceful, and capable of standing up to men trying to pull rank on you.

Today is testing his patience. The dress and heels are one thing, but the lipstick? That’s a low blow. All he can think about is the last time he saw you wear it, that night at the bar that turned into that night in your bed, all the pretty red color faded from your lips because you marked his cock with it instead. He spent the entire meeting with Messina trying not to watch the way you wrapped your lips around the tip of your pen, thoughts drifting to what it would be like to have you on your knees again, staring up at him with less venom and more desire.

He sets the note on his desk, pointedly ignoring it while you’re in the room. He knows you’re looking for a reaction and he’s not going to give you the satisfaction of one.

At least, not yet.

“Murphy, you still need that file we talked about? I’ve got another to pull,” you announce, standing from your seat. The blonde man looks up and nods.

“Yeah, see if you can find it while you’re in there,” Steve replies. You give him a little salute of acknowledgment before leaving the shared office space and making your way to the file room.

Once inside the windowless room at the end of the hall, you pull on the cord connected to the singular lightbulb in the ceiling meant to illuminate the dank space. It smells like paper and dust and it constantly looks like a bomb went off - cabinets half closed with how much has been shoved inside of them, stray stacks of folders that someone couldn’t be bothered to return to their proper place, and a wastebasket overflowing with crumpled paper. 

You lose yourself to the task of locating the files you and Steve needed, distracted enough that you don’t hear the click of the door opening and shutting behind you. It’s not until there’s a low murmur of your name in a hauntingly familiar timbre so you realize you’re not alone.

You turn to find Javier standing in front of the file room door, dark eyes fixed on you as he removes his suit jacket and drops it to the floor. Your mouth goes dry as he rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, exposing deliciously tan forearms and muscles that flex hypnotically. 

“My eyes are up here, baby,” he says, a smirk on his lips that sends anger through your veins but lust to your belly. 

“What do you want, Peña?” You ask. Your voice wavers the slightest bit and you hope he doesn’t notice, but the tilt to his head and the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips says otherwise.

“I think the question is, what do you want?” He’s standing toe to toe with you now, your back pressed against a metal cabinet. “Or do you need me to show you?”

“Show me what?”

Javier chuckles. “What playing with fire will get you.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, tilting your chin defiantly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, some of us have work to do that doesn’t involve harassing our coworkers.” 

But he doesn’t back up, doesn’t give you the room to breathe that you so desperately need. Instead his large hand cups your hip, sliding slowly up your body, a trail of heat running from your waist to your breast until his palm settles against your neck. He rubs his thumb across your lips.

“What do you call wearing this, then?” He holds his thumb up for you to see the smear of red across his skin. “We both know what you were thinking when you put it on this morning, cariño.”

He presses his thumb to your lips, slipping it inside your mouth this time. You give the digit a tentative suck as he presses it forward and back across your tongue, a crude approximation of the memory that replayed in your head as you touched yourself. 

Javier smiles triumphantly and you can feel his other hand working at the hem of your dress, hiking it up higher until his fingers skim the bare skin of your thighs. 

“Tell me to touch you,” he demands, pulling his thumb free from your mouth. You press your lips together, fighting the overwhelming need to give into him as his knuckle skims your pussy through the fabric of your panties. “Stubborn alacránita,” he growls, circling your clit harshly and making you cry out.

His palm covers your mouth, your eyes going wide as he continues his tortuous attention. “Tell me to touch you,” he says again, brow pinched as his eyes search yours. It hits you that this man is just as desperate for you as you are for him, and the rush that knowledge gives you has you nodding your head.

He removes his palm, cupping your cheek and pressing his forehead to yours before whispering into the space between your mouths, “Say it.”

“Touch me, Javier,” you murmur, rolling your hips into his hand. “Please.”

He wastes no further time, hand slipping under the elastic of your panties and dragging through your slick folds. He grins at you, boyish and feral in equal measure as he slips a thick finger inside of you while his thumb presses to your clit. 

“Christ, so fucking wet for me already, huh? Sitting at your desk getting worked up thinking about pulling one over on me with this little dress?” He adds a second finger and the stretch of it makes you moan, his palm returning to cover your mouth. “If this is your idea of a punishment for that lead, I’m not feeling too apologetic.”

You try to glare at him but the curl of his fingers inside of you and the press of his thumb to your sensitive bundle of nerves has your eyes rolling back instead, your head hitting the cabinet behind you. Your hips chase his hand with each pump of his fingers and it doesn’t take long for that wave of pleasure to crash over you, your muscles going tight as you pulse around him and your chest heaves with deep breaths you can only take through your nose thanks to his tight grip on your mouth. 

Javier murmurs praise into your ear that you barely register as you come down from your high. He removes his hands from you to unbuckle his belt, freeing his hard cock that you only get a glimpse of before he’s urging you to turn around, pulling your hips back toward him and moving your panties out of the way. He runs the head of his cock through the mess he’s made of you before positioning himself at your entrance and pressing in, in, in.

You brace yourself against the filing cabinet, the sheer size of him making you gasp as he bottoms out. He smoothes a hand down your spine, giving you a moment to adjust before drawing his hips back and slamming forward with a sharp thrust.

Javier reaches up to grip your shoulder, giving himself more leverage as he pounds into you, using your body to chase his pleasure. You bite your lip to stifle your own sounds as the room echoes with the snap of his hips against yours and the grunts he can’t contain. The hand on your shoulder moves to your throat, pulling you up and arching your back until he’s holding you against his chest.

You turn your face over your shoulder and his lips crash against yours, his teeth digging into your bottom lip and making you whimper.

“Cum for me,” Javier commands, the hand on your hip moving to circle your clit again. As you start to pulse around him, he smiles against your lips. “Fuck, that’s it. Just like that, baby.”

Javier presses himself deep as his own release courses through him, filling you to the brim with warmth and stealing your breath. He kisses your shoulder, a sweet gesture that’s so at odds with what you’ve just done.

When he starts to go soft, he pulls out and fixes your underwear into place before smoothing the skirt of your dress back down your hips, the sound of him buckling his belt following suit. You turn to face him, prepared for some sort of self-satisfied remark from the egotistical man, but to your surprise he wraps a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you towards him for a deep kiss.

As he draws back and your eyes flutter open, you notice the smear of red across his lips, the sight making you smile. You lick your thumb, using the moisture to rub away the remnant of your time together. 

“Thank you, alacránita,” he murmurs, gently grabbing your wrist and pressing a kiss to your palm. You catch a glimpse of your watch, noting the time.

“Don’t you have a meeting right now?” You ask Javier. He checks his own watch.

“Fuck!” He hisses, grabbing his suit jacket and rushing from the file room, the door slamming shut behind him as you laugh and laugh and laugh.

Maybe your plan worked better than you expected, after all.

Javier slips inside the boardroom and takes the seat beside Steve as inconspicuous as possible, straightening his jacket and smoothing down his hair as he does. As he’s trying to focus on the words being thrown around the room, he feels a tap at his shoulder.

Steve leans closer to whisper, “What’s that all over your hand?”

He looks at the hand he’s rested on the table, noting the smear of red that extends from his palm to the thin skin between his thumb and forefinger. He clenches his hand into a fist and sets it in his lap instead.

“Nothing,” he replies.

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