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Omg guys it's my bratty gf

FRED HECHINGER as DMITRI KRAVINOFF Kraven the Hunter (2024)

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i love all my moots please don’t die

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Joseph Quinn & his characters smiling/laughing

for my darling @joejoequinnquinn My love, I wish you the happiest of birthdays and the most wonderful day that you could imagine. May the next year for you filled with love, good luck, sunshine and hopefully every single day filled with the same smiles and laughs like in this gifset 💕

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No One’s Ever?

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.0k+

summary: Eddie’s 26, he’s had girlfriends before, he’s hung out at parties you threw with your college friends, and yet he’s holding back a secret that makes him feel like he’s missing out. You don’t mind fixing that little problem right up for him.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), A new budding relationship, Eddie’s first blow job, a pinch of jealousy

notes: Eddie, my baby 🥹😭🫶🏻 This started off as a CC Fest fic, and it quickly evolved into something else lmao. So I hope yall enjoy it! Big thanks to @iitsmandii and @keeryhours for reading this over and @peachyproserpina for editing!

After ten years of friendship, you’d lost track of how many movie nights had ended like this— curled up with Eddie on his couch, both of you pretending you weren’t gradually orbiting closer to each other. Like two dumb magnets circling the inevitable— you’d had the conversation last week, decided you’d give it a go, the whole dating thing. The trailer was cluttered, guitar picks scattered on the side table, an ashtray on the counter that really needed to be emptied, a laundry basket of Eddie’s clothes that had clearly needed a wash.

You were sitting sideways on the couch, your legs stretched across his lap. That old blanket you’d gifted him back before graduation draped over both of your laps. It shows just how hard it’s been loved over the last six years, it’s threadbare, carries holes around the edges that Eddie has asked you to sew and then never brings it ‘round, the edges are fraying and yet, it’s still his favorite blanket. Simply because you had given it to him and now as it’s slung across both of you, your foot sticks out from under it. He picks at a loose string on your sock while the movie, Arachnaphobia, flickers in the background, droning on and on completely ignored.

Your eyes drift over your best friend’s— no, your boyfriend’s— face. His eyes focused down on what his hands are doing. He pulls the string loose and tears it from the fabric, leaning forward to toss it onto the coffee table before settling back in against the cushions. You watch as lean muscle moves under the faded Iron Maiden t-shirt that was definitely not his. You knew Eddie’s wardrobe and you knew he had never worn this one before. You figure it was Gareth’s by the way it rode up a bit in the back when he had leaned up. You smile, watching as he shakes his curls out just slightly, sighing.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” he says quietly— chewing the inside of his cheek raw— but his voice comes off casual. 

You finally meet his eyes, your eyebrows lifting in curiousity. “Yeah?”

He hesitates for a moment. It’s not dramatic, nor performative. It’s just long enough to let you feel the nerves bubbling up to the surface of his chest. He drags his hand upwards, his fingers pausing at your ankle. And then he runs his fingers up and down, rubbing gently at your skin. His fingertips are calloused and rough, but his palms warm, strong even. Your mind immediately drifting back to the way they had cupped your face the night he had told you he loved you at the feel of them. How he was so worried he’d ruined the friendship you had built up— he’d done it once before back in school, fucked up with a friend because his heart had gotten too involved. But you didn’t care, you just leaned into him, kissed him back, and—

“I’ve never had a blowjob,” he finally sighs, his eyes darting away from yours as his shoulders deflate. He leans back into the cushions, his index finger tapping against your ankle.

You blink, surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He lets out a self-conscious laugh, afraid you were just teasing him for half of a second. His mouth quirks up in an embarrassed smile as his cheeks start to pinken. “Kind of pathetic for a guy my age, right?”

You shake your head, sitting up just a little as one of your hands slides around his shoulders. “No… It’s just a bit unexpected... You’ve always talked like you were a walking sex manual.”

He huffs out another laugh and shakes his head. “Yeah, well... High school was all fumbles and dry-humping, and college…” He waves a hand vaguely in the air. Eddie didn’t go to college, his memories were just visits that consisted of him and Gareth trying to bang your roommates and nothing more than that. “I got good at some stuff. Fingering. Going down on girls. I’m not a total idiot. But somehow, no one’s ever offered to, y’know…”

You give him a look, a mix of confusion and pity. You rub his back gently, his shoulders, the back of his neck. Anywhere you can reach to make him just feel. “No one’s ever gone down on you, baby?”

“Not once.” He laughs again, but it was a little tighter, like he had just revealed his darkest secret. He fidgets a bit, shifts his hips under you. His hand tightening around your ankle for just a moment as he spreads his thighs just a little to get comfortable. But if you two were gonna try this dating thing, you might as well know. “I had one girl say she’d do it later.” You watch as he pulls at another loose string of your sock, biting his lip, nerves apparent with the way his brows are knotted down, before he speaks again, “Later never came. A few others just weren’t into it, I guess. I never wanted to be that guy who begged for it.”

You shift just a bit closer, your fingers brushing his wrist that had settled across your legs. “That really sucks, Eds.”

He shrugs, trying to play it off, but his pink cheeks are a dead giveaway. “It’s not like I’m really losing sleep over it, just… sometimes I think about it. Wonder if I’m missing out on something good, y’know?”

You pause, letting the silence stretch thin between you. Then you leaned in close to him again, your voice a whisper. “You are.”

He looks at you, his eyes sharpening just a little at the taunt. “Yeah? Am I?”

You nod at him, biting the inside of your cheek before you let out a breath. “And I’d like to fix that… If you want me to, that is.”

There’s a moment where you swear the only thing you can hear is Eddie’s heartbeat— just one moment— but then he exhales and smiles, a real big one this time. Crooked and soft and fucking stunned.

“You’re being serious, babe?”

“I am,” you say softly and nod, the blanket falling to the floor as you shift to straddle his lap. You run your fingers through his hair, catching on knots that you work out carefully. “Dead serious. Wanna let me blow your mind?”

Eddie lets out a laugh, not being able to believe what was unfolding in front of him. “God, I must’ve saved a fucking kitten from a burning building in a past life or something for this to be happening.”

“This is just what girlfriends do, Eds. Calm down.” You roll your eyes and kiss him— slow, steady, your hand twisting slightly at a bit of his hair— and he melts like warm wax right into you. His arms slide around your waist, his breath catching in his throat when you rock against him just once. By the time you pull away, his mouth is hanging slack and his pupils are blown wide. “Take your pants off,” you giggle softly. “Now.”

He obeys like he’d been waiting for you to give that order his entire life. He fumbles with the button on his jeans as you slide off his lap, sinking to your knees on the floor in front of him. His cock was already hard and strained against the black fabric of his boxers. He hisses when you pull the waistband back, revealing his cock, flushed and heavy, the tip fucking glistening.

You look up at him from between his thighs and see something you hadn’t really expected to see, you never had before, not like this— he was flushed up to his ears, his breathing shallow. He was fucking nervous as hell.

“You okay?” you ask softly, your hand rubbing along his thigh gently.

He nods, swallowing hard. “Just… fuck. Yeah, I’m fine… this just feels really real now. Like we’re dating dating.”

You smile at him, rolling your eyes a bit. “That’s because it is real, Eddie.”

You lean in and press your lips to the crease of his inner thigh first, kissing gently as your eyes flick up to watch his breath hitch. Then you move, pressing a kiss just above the base of him, then lower, dragging your mouth along his length without taking him in.

His hands clench at his thighs, trying to find a place to rest them. “You’re really gonna take your time with this, huh?”

You hum softly against the underside of his cock, moving back to nudging your nose against the base of him. “Damn right I am.” When you finally move up and wrap your lips around the head, his breath leaves his chest in one shocked, broken exhale.

“Holy shit,” he groans softly, his hips twitching up as he squirms under your touch. “That— fuck— your mouth is so warm, Jesus Christ—”

You suck gently, letting your tongue swirl around his heavy length, then you ease down slowly, taking him into your mouth inch by inch. By the time your nose presses into that thatch of brown curls at the base, his thighs are trembling. His hands hover over your head uselessly, trying to decide whether to hold your hair or cling to the couch cushions beneath him.

You glance up at him through your lashes, to be met with the sight of him looking down at you like you were some divine cosmic event— his eyes wide, lips parted as a soft breath escapes them, his chest heaving. “This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” he mutters softly. “And I once had sex in the back of a hearse, so that’s saying something— fuck, do that again.”

You bob your head just a bit more. A little faster this time, stroking what you couldn’t take in your mouth with your hand. He groans so loud at the feeling— tossing his head back against the cushions— you were sure his next door neighbor heard.

“Shit— fuck, baby, that’s— goddamn, I’m not gonna be able to look at you again after this without getting hard.”

You moan around him at the compliment, hollowing your cheeks, and he actually gasps, closing his eyes.

“Oh fuck, okay, okay— if you keep doing that I’m gonna— shit— fuck, I’m cumming—”

You don’t stop, your mouth working him through it. His hips shallowly thrusting up into you with each little grunt from the back of his throat. You swallow everything as you pull away, then give one last gentle kiss to his twitching tip as he slumps against the back of the couch. 

You climb back up beside him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You settle yourself back into your earlier seat, toss your legs back over his lap, and drape the blanket over both of you again.

He stares at the ceiling for a moment, completely still. His chest rising and falling slowly, but his mind racing. He’s never gotten a blow job before that, but you sure as hell have given one. It pangs deep in his heart. Some guy from your college got your mouth before he did? If he thinks too hard about it, his chest may combust. So he shakes it off, and then he laughs, “I am literally never going to shut up about this.”

You laughed. “I’d be disappointed if you did.”

He turns his head back to look at you, bright red cheeks adorning his face, still catching his breath. “You just gave me the best orgasm of my entire fucking life, and now I have to figure out how to go on living with that.”

You smirk, moving closer to him settling in against his chest. He throws his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your lower back as you whisper, “You’ll manage.”

There’s a long pause between the both of you before he chuckles, “…You’re gonna let me return the favor, right?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Eventually.”

He grins. “Cool. Cool cool cool. Just making sure. Because I’ve got a lot of fucking pent-up blowjob karma to balance out.”

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JOSEPH QUINN as MICHAEL in Hoard

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I love my loser boyfriend

Fred Hechinger as Jason Hochberg Hell of a Summer (2023)

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If you're mean to writers because they write age gaps, dark themes, or certain tropes in their work, please go ahead and unfollow me. The same goes if you engage with those drama/confessions accounts that exist just to tear people down. I want no part of it, I don't want you interacting with me.

We’re all writing for free. No one is getting paid here. People should be allowed to write whatever they want. I don’t usually write stories with major age gaps or deeply dark content, but I do really enjoy reading them and especially enjoy the creativity with darker content. These fics are popular for a reason! And if I come across a fic I don’t like, I just scroll past it. It’s not that hard.

What I wouldn’t do is harass someone just because they wrote something I personally wouldn’t. That’s unhinged.

When it comes to dark fics:

We’re all (hopefully, if not you also shouldn't be viewing 18+ content in the first place) adults who should be capable of engaging with fiction maturely and able to use nuance.

That’s exactly what this is: fiction. It’s made up. No, you’re not actually fucking Joel Miller, and no he’s not your dad in an incest fic. You are reading a story. We are playing pretend!! Writing dark or taboo content doesn’t mean someone endorses it in real life. I will defend those writers, because again IT’S NOT REAL.

Everyone I’ve interacted with on here has been so lovely, and I’m so grateful for that. But I want to be very clear: if you’re cruel, judgmental, or nasty to other writers, I don’t want you near my page or my stories.

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I have decided that I am going on break until the 16th! I have a major project I am prioritizing above writing fanfic. I know I won't be able to get prompts done here until I can put that other project for school to rest. Thank you guys for understanding!! ❤️❤️

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BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM!

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bts of hell of a summer

via paradeees | 09/04/2025

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Get to Know Me!

This is just a fun little thing I’ve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!

❤️ how tall are you?

🧡 what is your sexuality?

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?

💚 where are you from?

🩵 do you have any pets?

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💜 describe yourself in five words or less!

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🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

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🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)

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✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled

🎤 have you been to a concert

🎵 favorite artists

🎧 last song you listened too

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🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you

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🍓 favorite food

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🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important

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bts of hell of a summer

via paradeees | 09/04/2025

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As a history freak i would like to add a funfact that the Romans probably knew about tea, Alexander the Great knew about it and they saw it as something of a foreign curiousity and were interested by it!

Midnight Tea

Masterlist | Fred Hechinger Characters Masterlist

Customer: @prettycalla

Order: butter pecan in a cup with caramel

Ingredients: Fem!Reader x Emperor Caracalla, Fluff, Forced Proximity, Reader Comforting Caracalla, Might not be Super Historically Accurate (oops)

Total: $10.76 (1076 words)

Order note from the scooper (Emperor Caracalla): "Angie, my love. Thank you for your order! While I am still unsure as to how I go into this role of working... I do hope you enjoy your ice cream. I think that this was the best combination possible; you definitely have good taste!"

Check out our ice cream parlor here!!

thank you to @the-witty-pen-name and @keeryhours for reading this over I love you both so so much <3

Emperor Caracalla never really meant to be drawn to you; it just sort of… happened.

It shouldn’t have happened, but it did happen. You were below him, so below him in fact that he shouldn’t have even looked at you but you quickly became the one he trusted the most in the palace—second to his lovely companion, Dondus. You were the servant he called upon the most, he loved your spark for life and your humor the most during the darkest of his days.

When he was feeling his most ill mentally, you were always there to lend a helping hand; most of the time, just sitting with him and listening to the words that came out of his mouth was all he needed to feel a tiny bit better about most situations.

Everyone else feared him, they thought he was sick in the mind and that his anger outweighed anything else in his body.

But not you.

No, you were different.

You saw Caracalla for who he was on the inside; you saw his heart, his mind, his soul. You saw the scared man that just wanted love and affection, not the heartless man that craved violence and bloodshed.

You saw Caracalla for who he was, and that was something that surprised him in the best way possible. Because never in his life did he think he would have someone who would go out of their way to check on him and make sure he was okay. He never thought he would find support and even love until he found you.

Each and every day you came in and made sure he had everything he needed, that he was happy and that he knew he was cared for by someone… even if that someone was you.

And, tonight was no different. Geta had said something yet again to upset Caracalla, and now Caracalla was pacing around his private chambers, mumbling under his breath to his tiny companion, Dondus. He glanced at the door every so often, hoping and praying you would be on the other side to ease his mind and calm his nerves.

“Where is she?” He mumbled, glancing at the door before glancing at Dondus who was perched on his shoulder. “She should be here by now,” he added, pacing around the room more. Dondus chirped slightly, tiny fingers tangling through Caracalla’s hair softly. “I know, I know,” Caracalla nodded, as if he could understand what his companion was saying. “She’ll be here soon… I hope.”

Your feet padded against the hallway floor gently as you made your way towards Caracalla’s private sleeping chamber. This seemed to be an every night affair for you. A silver tray in your hands as you balanced the freshly baked pastries, tea pot and various other items on your short journey.

You stopped in front of Caracalla’s door, knocking three times—the knock you two had agreed on so he knew it was you—and waited.

Caracalla moved quickly on the opposite side of the door, almost tripping over his feet before he opened the door, looking at you. “It’s about time you got here,” he said softly, allowing you into the room.

“My apologies, my emperor,” you replied, walking into the room slowly so as to not spill or drop anything. “The pastries weren’t baking properly.” You added, setting the tray down on the bedside table gently.

“I don’t care about any pastries,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I care about you.” He mumbled, walking towards you after closing the door. “I had the worst day, and I just needed to see you.” Caracalla wrapped his arms around your waist gently, pulling you close to his body. Dondus hopped off of his shoulder onto the bed before stealing a small pastry, munching on it through chirps.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, arms wrapping around his body gently. Caracalla sighed, his head resting on your chest as he stood there, collapsing into you and your attention.

“It’s quite alright,” he whispered, his eyes closing as he pulled you closer to his body. “Geta was just… being mean. Everything is always ours. Nothing is ever just mine. Except you,” he snuggled into your chest.

“Is that so?” You asked softly, a small smile forming on your face as your right hand moved to his hair. You ran your fingers through his locks, detangling them softly as he sighed again, relaxing slightly.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, nodding slightly. You glanced back at Dondus who sat in the middle of the bed, happily munching on the pastry, chirping slightly as if saying thank you. You looked back at Caracalla and smiled, mumbling into his hair.

“I brought you some tea,” you said softly, your words muffled into his hair. “It’s your favorite.”

“You brought me tea?” He asked, lifting his head slightly to glance at the tea pot and tea cups waiting for him. After being in your arms for a moment—your fingers soothing his body and mind—he remembered the pastries you had also brought along. “And… are those sweet pastries?” He added, his head lifting more, a small yet giddy smile forming on his lips.

“Yes,” you responded, nodding as a small giggle left your lips. “Freshly baked just for you, and apparently, for Dondus as well.” Caracalla moved towards the tea and pastries, reaching for the tea pot. “No, no,” you said softly, shaking your head as you followed him. “Allow me, my emperor,” you smiled, pouring him a cup of tea.

“How kind of you,” he smirked softly, sitting on the bed as he took the tea from your hands. He brought the cup to his lips and smiled softly, inhaling the sweet smell before he took a small drink, the liquid instantly warming him through. He looked at you, watching as you rearranged the items on the tray. “Sit with me, please?” He asked, moving slightly to allow you a seat beside him.

You shifted reluctantly, sitting beside him on the bedspread. Caracalla sighed, his arm wrapping your waist gently as he held you against his body. “I wish you could stay here all night,” he mumbled, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“I can stay here for as long as you’d like,” you replied, pushing his hair out of his eyes gently. “Just say the word, my emperor.”

Caracalla closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “Stay.”

“Of course,” you replied, your cheek resting on his head softly. “Always.”

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Ohhh how much I wish I could ask for every single thing from your menu in one fanfic 🙃

How i wish i was capable of writing that much but i am sorry to dissapoint. Unfortunately i still need to write an entire article about the history sugar and tea for school 😞

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Meet Me At Our Spot

Masterlist | Fred Hechinger Characters Masterlist

Customer: @spookyscarydemonbabe

Order: double scoop cookies and cream in a cup with peanut butter cups

Ingredients: 18+ mdni, Fem!Reader x Jason Hochberg, Fluff, Secretly Dating, Pre-Established Relationship, Confident!Jason, Smut: Making Out and Kissing and Smooching (While kind of ranting about your day), Biting (Playfully and some hickies may be left), Jason just wants to make you feel good, Oral (Fem Receiving), Fingering, Cum Eating

Total: $13.08 (1308 words)

Order note from the scooper (Jason): "Hi, beautiful! Thank you for your order! Here's your double scoop of cookies and cream ice cream in a cup with peanut butter cups! Please, come back soon and get some more ice cream from us! Your flavor combinations are the best and we look forward to serving you again in the future!”

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the biggest thank you to @robinbuckleywife , @glassbxttless , @peachyproserpina , @the-witty-pen-name and @keeryhours for reading this over for me! my literal favorites

Meet Me At Our Spot. 9pm. - Jason

The folded piece of paper was tucked under your pillow meticulously, hidden in plain sight. Jason didn’t even need to sign his name on the note, you knew his handwriting the moment you opened it. The slightly slanted and sprawled out letters connecting carefully in all the wrong spots. It was a miracle you could read it, honestly.

A smile formed on your face as you folded the paper back up carefully, stuffing it into your back pocket. A quick check of the time and a small lie to your bunkmates (something about wanting to take a walk to clear your head) and you were on your way.

The sun was still setting in the distance, the stars slowly beginning to peak out from their hiding. Of course, you didn’t need that extra bit of daylight to make it to your spot, you had made this walk almost daily for countless summers. The spot you and Jason had found when you first met at Camp Pineway years ago was now your safe haven—the one place you and Jason could go and be on your own with no watchful eyes, no campers or counselors picking up on your feelings and no interruptions.

The spot you and Jason had claimed as your own. Your spot.

You glanced at your watch, checking the time before stepping over a tree root, moving deeper into the woods. A quick look around to make sure no one was around before you moved into the small makeshift fort you and Jason had built a few summers ago.

Jason looked up at you, smiling as you kneeled down beside him on the soft blanket he had brought. “Hey, beautiful,” he mumbled, taking hold of your hand gently to help you move into his lap. “I missed you,” he sighed, his hands moving to your hips gently.

“I missed you too,” you replied, arms wrapping around his neck. “Barely got to see you today,” you added, kissing his lips softly.

“Yeah,” he sighed, his lips moving against yours softly before he kissed down your jaw and neck. “Stupid archery kept me busy all day long,” Jason mumbled as he left soft kisses on your neck.

You giggled at the feeling, his lips and beard both tickling your skin slightly. Your head moved to the side, giving him more access to your neck as his hands moved up and down your sides. “It’s fine,” you replied, your fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck slowly. You tugged on the blonde locks gently, your fingers curling around his hair. “I was super busy today too. Shannon and Claire would not leave me alone and somehow I ended up doing way more work than I signed up for.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he muttered into your neck, his hands moving up under your shirt gently. His rough fingers moved against the soft and plush skin of your stomach, toying with the hem of your sweatpants. “Maybe I can help you get your mind off of it?” He asked, pulling away to look at you. He placed a couple soft kisses on your lips, waiting for a reply.

“Yes, please,” you nodded, kissing him softly. Jason shifted from underneath you, laying you down on the blanket carefully. He hovered over you, kissing your lips again before he lifted your shirt up slowly. Kissing down your stomach, he stopped at the hem of your sweatpants.

“Can I take these off?” He asked softly, tugging at the fabric when you nodded slightly.

“Please,” you sighed, moving your hips up gently to help him maneuver the sweatpants off easier. Jason pulled them down with your panties, tossing them to the side before he kissed up and down your thighs.

“Eager, are we?” He looked up at you, spreading your legs apart slightly.

“Always eager for you,” you mumbled, your fingers finding his hair again. He smiled softy, leaving more kisses on your inner thighs before he placed a soft kiss on your clit gently.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear, baby,” he said, looking up at you. He licked a long stripe up your folds, relishing in the gasp and moan that left your mouth as he did.

“Jason,” you moaned, your fingers wrapping around his locks tighter. “Hm, god,” you mumbled, looking down at him. He glanced up at you, licking another long stripe up your folds carefully. He pulled away slightly, softly blowing some air in your clit before his lips wrapped around your sensitive skin, sucking softly. “You’re a tease,” you groaned, your hips moving up gently.

Jason chuckled, the sensation shooting pleasure through your body. “Me? A tease?” He questioned, leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs as his fingers moved towards your core. His pointer finger and middle finger moved up and down your folds before slowly pushing into you. “I would never tease you, baby girl,” he muttered, his teeth sinking down into the skin of your inner thigh.

You groaned loudly, tugging on his hair. “Jason,” you mumbled, “I thought we had agreed on no marks?”

“Relax,” he smirked, sucking on the skin gently before he pulled away and blew on it. “No one will see that, it’s on your inner thigh,” he commented, his fingers moving to pump in and out of you. “I am the only one that’ll get to see that mark, promise.” His lips moved across your skin again, finding another spot to mark up.

“It’s too risky,” you mumbled, making no effort to stop him. “Like, what if someone asks about it?”

“Then you lie,” he shrugged, his fingers pumping faster. He curled them slightly, looking up at you as he did. He didn’t miss the gasp that left you or the moan that came from your mouth. “Say you tripped or something stupid. Maybe it’s a bug bite?”

“It’s not a bug bite,” you mumbled, tugging on his hair. “It’s a Jason bite.”

“Guilty!” He grinned, winking at you before he placed another kiss on your clit. His lips wrapped around your clit again, sucking softly while his fingers pumped in and out of you faster, curling every other pump.

“Jason,” you moaned, pushing his head down more with your hands. “Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, your hips moving against his fingers.

He groaned against you, his fingers moving faster as he felt you move against them. “Shit,” he mumbled, sucking on your clit harder. “Come on, baby, forget about today. Forget about everything, cum for me.” He said, kissing over your lower stomach gently.

His fingers moved deeper, hitting your sweet spot as they curled perfectly. Your grip on his hair tightened as you tugged, your hips moving up again as you clenched around his fingers. You moaned his name loudly, releasing around his fingers as your back arched off the ground.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groaned, your eyes closing as you fell back against the ground a with a soft thud.

Jason pulled his fingers out of you gently, bringing them to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around them and sucked them off, groaning at the taste of you. “Fuck, baby girl,” he mumbled, moving back down to your core. He licked a long stripe, up your folds again, collecting all the juices you had released on his tongue. “You taste so good,” he moaned.

You whined softly, your fingers finding his shirt collar. You tugged him up, smiling when he hovered over you again. You kissed his lips, groaning as you tasted yourself on them. “Hm, Jason?” You mumbled, pulling away slightly to look up at him.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He smiled, a soft and gentle one as his fingers ran through your hair carefully. “I love you too.”

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